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babiebom · 3 months

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HATE THE TIME LORDS WTF

I’m watching the end of time (SPOILERS)

THEY SEEM LIKE SUCH ASSHOLES

Like knowing what we know about the timeless child and everything they’re the WORST

Like sorry to the tenth doctor I would’ve actually shot the time lord president without hesitation the second he said “you are diseased…be it a disease of our own creation” to the master

Like yeah I know he doesn’t kill the master but the whole pointing the gun at him I’m like ABSOLUTELY NOT

Like they actually made me feel bad for him…for BOTH of them. Like what do the time lord council do other than BE ASSHOLES? Given I haven’t seen original who idk what they do there but I DISLIKE THEM SO MUCH actually all they do is use people

I know he’s killed people and been an absolute menace and a monster but like :( they did this to him

Also I think it would’ve been really funny if everyone had his face but their normal bodies. So it’s the masters face and like tiddies if he was a woman or something. Like it’s literally just his face in their bodies instead of turning into him completely. Idk why it would be funnier to me.

Also him giving his life to save wilf makes me CRY like I’ve never seen the specials before bc I could never find where to watch them. Also this whole tantrum he’s throwing is throwing me off like BROTHER he honestly just saved someone and you’re throwing this tantrum IN FRONT OF HIM my feelings would be hurt but at the same time I understand because I too would throw a tantrum if I had to die

But maybe it’s bc I don’t really like hurting peoples feelings that I just would be like DAMN guess I’m gone then bc I wouldn’t like to hurt Wilfs feelings like when he says “you’re unimportant” like I KNOW he is just upset but PLEASE MY FEELINGS SIR.

Also THIS IS HOW IM FINDING OUT THIS IS HOW HE REGENERATES INTO ELEVEN???????????the website I watch these on DOESNT have any of the specials so I’ve had to go searching for them and WOWOWOWOWW

also I hate Martha and Mickey together I preferred her with the Milligan man. Like yes they’re cute together but I would’ve like her to stay with dude MISSGIRLPAYATTENTION nvm

He’s saving people?but in a sad way?

He’s staring at Jack??? Oh he’s hooking him up with someone OH ALONSY ALONSO OH

oh it’s miss nurse from the family of blood. I hate those episodes. WaS sHe hApPy iN tHe EnD? FUCK OFF

CUTE I DIDNT KNOW WE GOT TO SEE DONNA GET MARRIED OMFG

who is Heffery? Is that Donna’s dad? Bc if it is THATS SO CUTE BUT SAD?????THEY HADA WEDDING IN A GRAVEYARD?

oh it’s a church with a graveyard

Kinda poetic but OOF ghosties scare me also SAD BYEBYE FOCTOR

oh god it’s rose again

BUT ITS THE ORIGINAL ROSE I LOVE HER

THIS IS WHERE THE ICONIC GIF COMES FROM??????????

I FORGOT IT WAS 2005 IM LITERALLY 4 WHEN ALL THATS HAPPENING? (The first series I mean)

like it’s weird to think about where you would be in time in the universe during doctor who

Like I would literally be a child in Texas who probably missed EVERYTHING because who would destroy TEXAS? California I get but unless they realize how big Texas is they’d go for like Washington or something

AN OOD?

their faces are icky but they’re also cute? I love them except for when they’re evil <3

I also always read the Police public call Box as “police the box” and idky my brain is like NAUR the LETTERS ARE TOO CLOSE TOGETHER AND SMALLER IT MUST SAY THE???????

Goodbye ten I can’t believe that this is the first time I’m seeing him regenerate. I literally went through the entirety of nuwho and haven’t seen the Specials omfg. OH NAUR HE DOESNT WANNA GO PLS.

Omfg you destroy the tardis every time so rude HELLO ELEVEN MY LOVE HIS VOICE IS SO SQUEAKY I LOVE HIM

#doctor who #tenth doctor #eleventh doctor #dr who #dw #dw shitpost #dw spoilers #dw specials #series 4 #doctor who shitpost #doctor who spoilers #doctor who special #dr who spoilers #dr who special #Dr who shitpost #the master #the master doctor who #simm!master

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valeriele3 · 1 year

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Yandere x Yandere! Reader

So..

Usually it’s the character that’s Yandere right? Sometimes it’s the Reader..And very rarely it’s both and I really want to read something with both as yanderes

(Yes, I just used gifs instead of writing it down since I honestly don’t have any idea on how to write it. The gifs are like what I wanted to write or the scene)

I can’t pick a character for this so I used [Character Name] instead.. 😅 It’s up to you on who you want to imagine the Yandere as

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Warnings: Yandere themes, killing, a few use of bad words/swearing, badly written, intense cringe, and not proofread as always

It was just another day of killing a pest!

Todays victim is..A pest that dared to confess their feelings to my darling!

Luckily my dear lovely darling rejected them..Harshly <3 which is good but..

They told this thing that they already like someone else..This certainly isn’t good..

I have to find out who they like. I can’t just let whoever that is walk around free

Oh! I completely forgot I have a meeting with my love today..! [Insert love sick laugh] I have to get ready and make sure everything is perfect

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Reader’s POV: At the same moment

“Where are you?~”

“Come out, I just want to play a game!”

(๑･̑◡･̑๑)

“…”

“Still not coming out?”

“You leave me no choice then..”

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???: ‘Shit shit shit..Where are they?! I can’t hear their footsteps..’

Tap

Stab

???: H..Help..

Stab

Thud

“Finally done! This took longer than I thought it would..Hmm..Where should I bury you? Wait! I completely forgot I have a meeting with them today!”

“Oh gosh, I hope I’m not late..!”

“Hm? A blood stain”

“Tsk..This trash got me dirty”

(Just imagine them kicking the person they just killed over and over again for staining them with their filthy blood)

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“Hey!”

“Hm? Oh Dar— Y/N! You’re here!”

“Ehe..Sorry im late..My little brother kept whining and wouldn’t allow me to leave”

“It’s alright, I just got here myself” [Character Name] smiled sweetly

[Time Skip]

“Thank you for taking me out today! I had lots of fun” (⌒▽⌒)

“It’s no problem, and you shouldn’t be the one thanking me I should be the one thanking you for agreeing to go out today” ( ◠‿◠ ) [Character Name] smiled not so sweetly

“Maybe we can go somewhere again next time..?” Y/N asked a bit shyly with heart eyes bc why not

“Sure! Same time and place?”

“Mhm! Oh..It’s way past my curfew..! Im sorry I have to go now! See you next time!” Y/N waved goodbye while walking away

“See you next time..Darling”

~TBC?~

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Can you tell how I barely put any effort in this one? I mean I always don’t really put effort but ignore that

I have so much planned for this in my mind that if I were to poorly write it, it would be an extremely long oneshot or a mini series

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winderlylandchime · 2 months

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I really am my brothers sister because I completely forgot that I came to your blog to tell you something the second I saw Gale’s face. My bad!!

But now to tell you what I came here to say originally. My dumb brother (yes, that is necessary) sprained his ankle. He’s fine but he is now again on bed rest for a few days or whatever and he has crutches which has been proven is a dangerous thing for him to have.. And on top of that he got sick with a fever…again (cus the face palm moment)

Now i know you’re probably wondering what the hell did he do now? Well let me tell you the story that is making the whole family laugh (in a loving way) He took out the trash and kept his door just slightly open to keep the cat inside and as he was trying to sneak back in, Brian took his opportunity and broke free and my brother ran after him and since he was only in slippers and it was raining like crazy he- and I say this with love- ate shit. And in the process of that he also locked himself and the cat outside. In a tank top and shorts.

The good thing is our aunt lives near him so he just went to hers and she took him to the ER and helped break into his house again but the bad thing is that when she took him to the ER, they’re also used of him there bc i wish this was the first time he stupidly injured himself. So the second he walked in they went “oh come on (his name), what did you do now?”

Since he has a ring camera we now have a video of him trying to sneak inside going ‘move, Brian, moooove. Bri, don’t make me use grown up words’ and then Brian escaped and he after him screaming ‘BRIAN YOU LITTLE DICK COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW! YOU LIL SHIT COME HERE ITS FUCKING RAINI- (this is where he ate shit)’ and you just see darkness and then hear him go ‘oh now you come to me!’ He sent the video to everyone he knew. And ngl it is my favorite thing in the world.

But anyway the reason why I’m even bothering telling you all of this, is to say that this bed rest and him being sick for like two days lead to something that he called extreme boredom and he ended up making an ao3 account. I repeat, the man made an ao3 account. He briefly entertained the idea of tumblr but since he sucks, so he just made an ao3 account. I was actually shocked when he asked me for the invitation and how it works and everything. He has not told me yet if he just wants to use it to leave kudos or what but i guess this is a PSA.

OH NOOOOO!!!! Brother anon!

Listen, I sliced my hand last week in a (failed) attempt to save skincare from falling out of my medicine cabinet and learned that my partner of 17 years gets faint at the sight of blood. So we FaceTimed my father-in-law when it was 1 am his time because he's a former paramedic to determine if I should go to the ER.

I also once sprained my ankle trying to save my coffee while I was mid-trip. Spoiler: I did not save the coffee AND my ankle was fucked.

One time my partner when ass over head tripping over my sister-in-law's dog and it was caught on a nanny-cam and I made it into a gif.

So there's a long history on my end of injuries in dumb ways so I feel empathy for your brother. This is a good lesson that a cat is gonna cat and will definitely sneak out if given the chance.

BROTHER ANON IS ON AO3!! That is incredible! Welcome to the incredible world of fanfiction Brother! My collection of my favorite QAF fics is here Also every other TV show and movie he has ever enjoyed probably has fanfiction on AO3.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023 #2024 edition

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tutuandscoot · 7 months

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Ugh that shot that Danielle captured from nationals is beautiful but I love worlds. I love the impatience and possessiveness exuding from Scott and then there’s Tessa looking like she’s ready to turn him into a complete wreck 👌👌👌

I knowww 😩😩😩

They both came up on Pinterest the other day and I’m like: ‘you know what, this moment is amazing- yay them for being this raw and vulnerable, and I’d love to know which take on it we all each love’.

I love them both but the picture specifically of the worlds one is one of my fave pics ever..

I love the first one from nationals bc if you zoom in on the picture he has this look in his eyes that I read as kinda apologetic/ troubled this is happening- like behind his eyes in that split second it’s like ‘it’s ok T, it’s just me’ but in the gif and the video it’s so unexpected the way he goes right into her face so aggressively AS IF he’s gonna bite or spit on her, and based on the way she looks down I kinda think it was unexpected to her and he just did it that way in the moment. I love that Idea that they were so comfortable and had this incomprehensible amount of trust in each other that they could do more unexpected things mid program- in Carmen they could kinda scare eachother a bit then in a gentler program they added in kisses and caresses randomly.

The worlds version is amazing and gives me chills, especially her sadistic smile as he grabs her tighter.. the way he doesn’t just stop but melts further into her and does like a roll through his body..

I forgot to mention this the last time I went on a rave about Carmen, but there’s a full video of this FD comp on YouTube with Czech commentary, and I think I mentioned that CL from🇮🇹 went next after VM and also did Carmen. They have a “comparable” moment at the beginning of their program, and once again this is not a hate on other teams but just to outline what makes VM as good as they are, is CL’s is such a cringe moment, they look so uncomfortable and it feels like they aren’t in character/are gonna laugh/break focus bc they aren’t in the story..

Without saying stuff I don’t feel comfortable saying publicly on the internet, VM went for it and weren’t afraid to imply what it’s implying.. the whole back story to their Carmen was this obsession with sex and their characters can’t control their urges, acting on primal instinct instead of using thought and reason.. so that’s what this moment (esp the worlds one) screams to me, they just let go of any fear of embarrassment or any connection to their relation to each other off the ice, any fear of judgement of who’s watching them and become these characters and act on instinct.. it’s amazing and gives me chills and makes me think about how amazing they are to be able to let go of anyone/anything outside of the story they are in. Sorry this wasn’t meant to end with another “that’s why VM are the best” thing.. but seriously show me anyone else that can to what they do. Who else can you take a 2 second moment of a program and breakdown everything about how incredible it is..

#goats only #the greatest ice dance team the world has ever seen

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pink-booty-butts · 1 year

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Valentine’s Day Prompts - Bananas & Boxes (Jamie Winton x Reader)

(i love this gif sm i swear to god haha)

Pairing: Jamie Winton x gn!Reader

Word Count: 1,041

Summary: Requested by anon, inspired by the prompt “one is sick for valentine’s day, so the other makes a cute care basket and stay-at-home date plans” from this list

Warnings: none! just fluff :D

A/N: happy valentines day nerds!! these are deffo going to be late bc I forgot valentines day was coming up, but I wanted to try to get at least one request out on the actual day!! i hope the anon that requested this enjoys it!! highkey I feel like this sucks, but it could also be bc I’ve been feeling really bad about my writing recently. and with that encouraging introduction for this fic I hope y’all like it regardless!! lmao

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Your eyes open abruptly as you are startled awake by the sound of the door to your apartment opening. You were currently sprawled out on the couch on your stomach, one of your arms touching the floor as you precariously dangled off the edge. As you stir awake you briefly wonder why you were passed out on the couch, but once your senses return and you feel your scratchy throat and your headache from hell, you remember.

You’re about to adjust your position and sit up like a human when you see a pair of legs move in front of your vision. They set something down on the coffee table—just out of your eyesight—and bend down. You are now face-to-face with your beautiful boyfriend: Jamie. He called you in the morning to say Happy Valentine’s Day before you went to work, only to find out you were sick and could barely get out of bed before he got the words out. He rushed over as soon as he could, calling out of work and making a few stops along the way to pick up some things for you. He scans your face briefly to monitor how you might be feeling, before moving in closer to give you a light kiss on the forehead.

“Good afternoon, love,” he greets you quietly. Jamie notices your blanket has fallen on the floor and picks it up, laying it over you once more. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I’m dying,” you answer honestly, your voice sounding deeper due to your congestion. You sneeze into your elbow and Jamie turns, stretching his arm out to grab the thing he must’ve put down earlier. He brings it towards him and you can finally see it: a large pink basket filled with various medicines, different kinds of soup and teas—and was that a bushel of bananas? He picks up one of the liquid medicines meant for easing runny noses and pours the liquid into its accompanying cap. Once filled, Jamie shuffles closer to you, sitting on the edge of the couch to help you sit up a bit before pouring the liquid into your mouth.

“I’m sorry you’re not feeling well,” he starts, setting the plastic cap on the coffee table. His arm comes to your shoulder, rubbing it affectionately as he continues. “But I’m here for you, anything you need just let me know, okay?” You nod, and Jamie give you a small smile. “Great,” he responds. He looks back down at the care basket he brought you, and brings two containers of soup up to his face. “Chicken noodle or minestrone?”

You sit on the floor with the couch behind your back as you slowly eat your chosen soup. Jamie got himself a sandwich before stopping by your place and was sitting down on the floor eating it next to you as the two of you watched television together. Once you finish eating your noodles, you tilt the bowl towards your face to drink the rest of the broth, and Jamie stands up to exchange your empty bowl of soup for a cup of tea. As he waits for the kettle to boil, a commercial comes on for a two-for-one spa special for couples on Valentine’s day. You let out an audible groan and Jamie peeks his head out of the kitchen to look at you worriedly.

“You alright? Is something wrong?” he asks quickly.

“I completely forgot about Valentine’s Day,” you let out, leaning your head against the couch cushion behind you in defeat. Jamie chuckles, pouring the boiling water into two mugs before he responds.

“Well, you have been busy since you got promoted, I don’t blame you.” After making your tea to your preferences, Jamie stirs the contents of each cup with a spoon a few times. He walks back towards you, handing you your mug before sitting down next to you again.

“I wanted to do something special for you this year though,” you whine. You take a sip from your tea, wishing you could appreciate the taste of it more. You lean your head on Jamie’s shoulder and he sets his mug down on the table before wrapping his arms around you.

“I appreciate that darling but you didn’t have to, just being here with you is special enough,” he reminds you, kissing the top of your hair. He meant it, of course. Jamie would happily spend Valentine’s day in a McDonald’s drive thru with you, all that mattered to him was that you two were together.

“Please tell me you didn’t make any plans,” you say, shuffling closer to him. As you do this Jamie quickly takes the mug from your hands and sets it down next to his, not wanting it to spill. He pulls you into him, making sure to keep your blanket wrapped around you as you rest against his warm body.

“I did, but I rescheduled them. I want you to get better first,” he tells you honestly. Though Jamie was slightly disappointed he wouldn’t get to take you out to the restaurant he reserved months ago, he was also relieved by the whole thing. Despite it possibly risking him getting sick as well, all Jamie wanted to do today was hold you close and not let go. His overwhelming love for you, combined with his mixed feelings about the holiday after spending several of them alone had him feeling vulnerable and clingy. It was so potent that when he woke up this morning he briefly considered calling off work and asking you to do so as well, just so you could spend the whole day cuddling before dinner. He didn’t want to bother you with such a request, but despite how awful he felt that you were sick, he was also kind of glad he’d get to do that after all.

Jamie is shaken from his thoughts when he realizes you haven’t said anything in a while and looks down to see you sleeping against his chest. As he fiddles with the velvet box in his pocket that he hopes to surprise you with after you wake up again, all he can think about is that there’s no other way he’d rather spend Valentine’s Day.

#jamie winton x reader #jamie winton fanfiction #jamie winton fic #jamie winton imagine #x reader fic #x reader imagine #ymata fanfiction #ymata imagine #you me and the apocalypse fic #you me and the apocalypse fanfiction

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troglobite · 1 year

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okay real quick more thoughts abt the shows i'm watching don't make fun of me for the shows i'm watching

people genuinely think that ted and rebecca are going to end up together, that they are somehow endgame

and i'm just like

listen.

i may be completely in fanfiction hell over here w ted and trent, but at least i, an experienced Chronically Disappointed In Media Lesbian, know that i stand no chance of that happening and i'm like "lol bc it's fun! also it'd be great" and that what i DO actually think is that trent is queer.

but....the show...has in no way...........tried to make ted and rebecca happen. like the exact opposite. they're really good friends, they're each other's confidantes bc of their marriage issues. her telling him the truth and apologizing in season one sets a precedent for them being Safe People for each other.

at the same time, they clearly don't talk abt everything.

ted has told no one abt what michelle did (which apparently there's Discourse abt that, too, but the fact of the matter is this: dr jacob ain't onscreen enough for me to fling vitriol at him, but she IS onscreen and is not even remotely sorry, apparently, for what she did--over the course of like 3 years. but no she's not a villain just a kind of shitty person/wife/ex-wife) including rebecca

and i'm just

ppl are romantically giffing the exchange they had in the hallway where rebecca says "I BELIEVE IN YOU. TED. I BELIEVE IN YOU." with an absolute batshit crazed look in her eyes

ppl think....she was....trying to help HIM?

SHE WAS TRYING TO REVERSE PSYCHOLOGY HIM INTO HELPING THE TEAM BEAT WEST HAM

and instead what happened was that she kept him from the locker room and KEPT HIM FROM DOING JUST THAT bc ted not being in the locker room meant that BEARD AND ROY SHOWED THEM THE VIDEO OF NATE AND GOT THEM SPITTING MAD

and people are treating that exchange as ROMANTIC????

y'all i thought i, a lesbian who loves queer romances in media, was absolutely losing it when i was like "fuck yeah, ted and trent"

ppl who genuinely think ted and rebecca are endgame are....absolutely fucking wild.

and that includes ppl who have other ships or don't even care abt that relationship--they genuinely think it's endgame.

like. is this how straight ppl feel when queer ppl are reading between the lines begging for a queer relationship to happen in a show? bc y'all are fucking wild.

oh how the turntables

anyway in other news if colin is the only canonically queer character in this show i WILL lose my fucking mind.

ppl i would bet money are queer, now having seen episode four:

colin, obviously, and his bf michael

at LEAST one other player on the team

KEELEY FUCKING JONES 1000000% that woman is bisexual as all get out and she WILL have some kind of Situation w jack.

TRENT FUCKING CRIMM i'm going to Eat Drywall if he's not queer. i'm sorry bud but who the fuck stands and walks and looks like that at your age in a fucking FOOTBALL STADIUM AND LOCKER ROOM and ISN'T QUEER????? my dude. my bro. you're queer as fuck.

now [grabby hands at the show] give it to me, pleeeeeeeease.

i'm asking nicely.

but also anyway it would be vastly more compelling to have had all of these straight relationships and then everything goes haywire (as it is) and things just end up weird. several relationships not being endgame. most people NOT ending up in relationships, actually. and then a couple of queer things going on. would be really nice.

bc legitimately the two theories that i've read that i'm like "yes that is 100000% something that the show would do, seems plausible that it could happen"

are that rebecca IS going to become a mom--but she'll either be single parenting or co-parenting bex's child w rupert.

and that--hang on i forgot the second one.

OH that shandy is going to out colin or something. right.

yeah it was a sucky one not the fun one where it's blatantly obvious that there's going to be Some Kind of Situation btwn keeley and jack. jack is gay. she's just gotta be. like COME ON.

anyway this is a show where i absolutely wanna go back and rewatch everything again bc like. they had a plan for 3 seasons, it seems, so the story is being told in full. so i want to LOOK for everything that they were setting up! there are a lot of callbacks that i'm missing, too, bc it's been a while.

but in general this is a very tightly written show that takes its past seriously (apart from that pre-madonna joke that was kind of weird?) and has like. clearly been building up to various things and stories. i think it'd be compelling to look back more closely. it's not like colin's storyline has come out of nowhere, i just figured it wouldn't fucking matter and had resigned myself to a Painfully Heterosexual Show but w delightful characters so i'd get over it bc the relationships weren't front and center, and also i generally liked everyone in them. like for example roy and keeley were very sweet.

anyway. it'd be some late game queer shit to have it all happen at once but then again this is genuinely a show abt fucking premier league football. aka one of the most homophobic situations in the world.

OH WAIT THIRD THING I THINK EVERYONE IS 100000% CORRECT ABOUT

that guy who came in to the pub in a west ham jersey and baz was like "he's with me"? that's his boyfriend. that's going to be relevant to colin's storyline, as well, which implies he's going to either come out or be outed. : / i have complicated feelings abt that and idk how the show's going to handle it. bc it's going to be. Bad. but i also don't want to see the--so far only canonically--gay character get gaybashed, right?

idk man.

generally i trust the writers bc they have had a vision or plan or whatever for the show

at the same time i'm like

[stares at these mostly american cishet white men]

yeah idk. lol

they have other people on the writing team, absolutely

the show isn't perfect, it does miss the nuance of some things for sure

but it's mostly enjoyable but now i'm sitting here like

DON'T FUCK THIS UP DON'T FUCK THIS UP DON'T FUCK THIS UP

handle colin's story well

clearly trent is gay or i'll eat fucking drywall (not literally this is not a binding contract)

keeley seems pretty fucking queer bro

don't fuck this up.

eight episodes to go. fingers crossed. as the show says, ~believe~ lol

but yeah ppl who think ted and rebecca will end up together absolutely baffle me

they're looking at the mountains of evidence of other shows and movies, which absolutely makes sense

but they're not paying attention to the actual text of the show and that's. wild. lol

the most romantic exchange they've ever had was that christmas episode, and that's just bc it was very love, actually for Everybody in that episode. but not all of it was romantic. roy's niece didn't have a crush on that boy and he didn't on her. but they love, actually'd it, y'know?

so anyway.

eta:

actually one final thought

the most compelling ending for ted is ending up single. realizing that what he tries to find in romantic relationships often just pushes him back into the more self-destructive, self-effacing patterns of behavior that are a problem. that he has an easier time relearning how to communicating in less high pressure situations.

he needs to deal w the trauma from his dad, and his fear of being alone. bc ultimately that's what compels him. he needs to be okay being alone at the end of the day, and idk if he is.

i think it's infinitely more compelling if he thus ends up alone--and is happy with that.

i don't think he's queer (though the text of the show is FINALLY adding some more actual queerness outside of keeley calling rebecca hot 24/7)

but i also don't think he's going to end up w any of these women. or maybe he's Not Alone in that he begins to value friendships even more. which sounds silly for someone like him but he just doesn't confide in people. he just doesn't.

i think it'd be more interesting for his story if he ends up romantically alone but infinitely more connected to everyone in his life bc he stops shoving everything down.

telling beard things and being honest w michelle is good.

but he needs to do that more.

anyway i guess that's my final thought on that. i don't see a romantic relationship working out for ted, bc it being rebecca, sassy, or michelle would just be utter fucking nonsensical chaos.

and we're in the last third of the story, which means no more new characters.

so that's it.

i don't think ted ends up w anyone.

i think he learns from all these relationships what he needs and he learns that not being in a romantic relationship is okay. he's not a failure. he's not ACTUALLY alone. and he needs to open up to ppl more.

okay thoughts Done.

i have no idea if roy and keeley get back together, i KNOW jamie and keeley won't (but i feel positive that she'll try to and jamie will turn her down), i have no idea where rebecca will end up romantically, but i think the more important thing to her is being a mom--which bex and baby diane are likely to offer.

i think romantic entanglements are fun for drama but i honestly think a lot of the characters are going to realize that's not....The Point.

rebecca mostly wants to be a mom.

keeley wants to be successful and supported and help raise others up

ted just doesn't want to be alone

roy--now that's a complicated one. but i think he just wants to feel useful.

jamie's already doing great, proud of you.

and we haven't seen enough of everyone else.

but those are the big ones.

so i'm genuinely not convinced that any relationships are fully "endgame" as it were. but especially any with ted.

i like ted and trent bc i think it'd be fun and compelling. i think their dynamic is sweet. i love trent as a character. i like the idea of ted being queer.

do i think that'll happen in the show? not at all.

do i think trent is likely queer in the show? absolutely.

but i just....

idk i think it would be healthier and more interesting if the relationships Weren't The Fucking Point.

which is also part of why i'm like ??? at ppl saying ted and rebecca are endgame. lol

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min-hoax · 2 years

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hello! i cant get enough of your writing im absolutely obsessed and i just wanted to come on here and ask if your requests are opened or to give you some writing inspo if that's okay?

(Jimin or Taehyung)

You've worked in a company where your boss is a horrid man who completely makes your life a living hell, (same concept as above) borderline bullying, some touchy aggressive advances, calls you a slut, and degrades you in front of ppl or in private. You're thinking he hates you, so when there's a company trip and he see's you letting loose and having fun with your sweet coworker (Jungkook) he looses his shit bc to him, YOURE HIS PROPERTY..... and well you can add your incredible writing skills to this lol

(Hoseok or Jungkook) [university or coworker scenario]

You've (reader) has a crush on them for a while but they're incredibly cocky that you act like they're not there, you ignore them like they don't exist when you truly just want to drop to your knees, but you gotta humble them. However unbeknownst to you, they're completely obsessed with you, but they show it in a "special" way. In a way where they tease you, or borderline bully you, extremely touchy (sometimes non-con), call you names and make fun of you. But when you're alone or they catch you alone they express how a slut you are trying to seduce them... you can write the rest if you'd like or the progression of it ykwim

Thank you my love! 🥹❤️ my requests aren’t currently open, but I love your writing inspo! It’s totally okay!

The company au sounds so similar to an au from what I believe is a fellow yandere as well! I forgot who wrote it exactly :( but if I remember correctly it was Taehyung - a gif of him with blue hair? This fic was about two years ago so it’s very faint! (So if anyone Can remember it, please lmk!)

As for your second thought, I love it! I had a similar thought to yours at the beginning of the year:

but I never went through with it! But it definitely be a good plot for a story. I love you so much for coming here and telling me your ideas for potential AU’s! 🥹 I can see you’re very creative!

But tbh, I’m sort not into that degrading words and works, bcs I’m SENSITIVE and tend to like softer yandere works if that makes sense 😭🥹 so I’m very sorry if I disappoint you! I want to thank you for thinking I was capable of writing your amazing thoughts! Thank you for reading my works and for loving them as well. ❤️

#sweet people 🥹

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

I'm going through my drafts because I completely forgot about half the asks I had that I never did <3 whoops! Sorry everyone. And you, bestie. Sorry <3. Gets a little long bc of image size, so I'll put it under a cut.

So, difficulty here is I've done this more than once, and the list hasn't really changed? FWIW, GTTAU, etc etc. So I guess this time, I'll list favourite WIPS? I mean, FWIW will still be on there, but... still? I'll try not to put any repeats.

For What It's Worth.

FWIW is a project I started because frankly there is not enough ronarry out there. This fandom has atrocious taste <3. So I figured, you know. Be the change you want to see, and all! FWIW is my favourite little guy. I will update it eventually </3. Just, er, probably not until after uni's over.

Ab Epistulis

Something a little different from a gif, since we've all seen the same damn five steo scenes like 1000 times already; an old moodboard I made for the tumblr rpc side of fandom!

Steo my beloved <3 As for the fic; 'If only summer vacation were like in the movies. At least Stiles has the internet to entertain him, right?' It's just a little canon divergent steo au set around the idea of Theo putting in the work to get Stiles on his side earlier than canon. It's a fun idea and I really like what i've got here, just haven't had the time to write more. It'd take a lot of plotting, and I'm, to be brutally honest, a terrible planner. We'll see when I can get back to it, because I definitely want to!

And The Universe Decrees: Second Year.

Heh. Yeahh....... really need to find the time to get back to this one. Love a good canon divergence.

Better Now.

Another prompted fic! My girls <3. Ginny/Cho coffee shop au in the muggle cliché continuity. it's fun. I really like this one.

Post ST4 AU[s].

This is... sort of cheating, lol, but they're all in... they're almost all in the same continuity, so it's kind of like FWIW; I think the side-fics amissum and amortencia are part of the fic, they're canon to it, they should be read with it, they're just not in it bc they're not ron pov. This is maybe more similar to GTTAU, though, because some fics here fill in blanks in each other, so they should all really be read together, whereas you could miss AV and Amortencia from FWIW if you wanted to [ :( ] yk? Whilst Herd Culling & Kneel and Disconnect are in different timelines, they're spouses. They need to be read alongside each other to get the full picture. Literally a really important scene for K&D is in HC and will never be shown in K&D bc of the narrator being who she is vs the narrator of HC being who he is, yk? It's. They're married. Do you get what I mean? Anyway; I'm really putting this here for Herd Culling, if I'm being real. Carol sucks to write because she's just so awful, which is why I had to tone down Tommy a bit for some relief from writing an 80s bigot (he's. still a bigot, though. 80s. Indiana. You know how it goes :/), and as a consequence its easier to say I like the fic because it's just more fun to write. Both K&D and HC are about grief, about the trauma of bereavement and how people do or don't deal with it. Carol's spiralling makes her meaner, more self-destructive, and so does Tommy's, but it's expressed in different ways because of their different methods of navigating life, which I think is interesting. Character study is like my favourite thing to do, which I guess wouldn't be hard to notice from my back catalogue, lol, but still, should be noted. HC is an... easier? read than K&D, though, as a result of the content warnings on them both. Tommy's less reflective than Carol, so his internal narration is less direct - less room for him to spout bigoted shit if he's just not thinking in the first place. They're also at different stages of grief. Tommy's just started entering anger; Carol's been angry for a long time, just... simmering in her misery. It shows. They're both still horrible people, though, no denying that. These fics are more of a test of my ability to write a redemption arc for someone that says and thinks reprehensible shit. But it's also a kind of... study of what it was like to live in a time and place like Stranger Things' setting, and how the cultural, social systems at play hurt literally everyone. Plus, yk, Stranger Things' own refusal to really care about intra-season continuity and propensity to ignoring incredibly traumatic events because that's not the character they're focusing on this season, and they don't know how to write consistently for as large an ensemble cast as they've given themselves in a netflix acceptable timeframe. (I miss 22 episode seasons.) Anyway; the ST Post-S4AU is my most current WIP, as of time of typing this out.

#ask game

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Habits - Part 2

(A/N) this ended up longer than i meant it to be bc i was editing it and thought,, lemme add more. dunno. anyway, hope yall enjoy! staying up late to work on some oneshots and the series update a;lskdf;lak figured i’d queue them as i finished them. almost midnight, so fingers crossed! once again, read that fic i linked in the first part bc it’s fantastic and send that author love.

Rating: E (Explicit for p0rn with minimal plot. it’s more relevant in this chapter, i think, but it’s v much just smut. 18+ only)

Warnings: fuckboy!yelena; PISSED!Natasha; R gets railed by a strap on; yelena is the jealous type; natwanda is very background sorry; emotionally abusive parents; mentions of past physical abuse; dw r’s parents are p much ignored in this lmfao they play such a minor role i kinda forgot they existed lowkey; this is a bit angstier than the first

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader; Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff (background)

Chapter Word Count: 10.8k

Total Word Count: 30.1k

Synopsis: It’s been a few years since you last saw your childhood best friend, Natasha, and her little sister, Yelena. Transferring colleges leads to you needing a roommate, and that roommate just so happens to be Natasha. Not much has changed between you, you’re still thick as thieves. Her sister, however, is a completely different story.

OR: The part where you build a glass castle and it comes crashing down.

not my gif

Russian Translations: Malyskha - Babygirl / Milaya - Sweetie / Kratsoka - Gorgeous / Lyubov’ - Love / Dorogoy - Darling

You wake up feeling way more relaxed than usual. You can’t recall having slept so soundly in your life, and the bed feels so much more comfy and warm than you can remember it ever being. You turn over, snuggling deeper into the blanket that feels strangely human.

Wait.

You open your eyes and nearly jump out of your skin when you meet a sleepy green gaze. Yelena blinks slowly as she takes you in, the gears in her mind still slow with the morning.

“Natasha is going to murder me.” You whisper, moreso to yourself than Yelena.

The blonde stretches her arms and legs with a long groan, releasing you from her hold so that you can sit up as much as you can on the stupid couch. You force your gaze away from her naked body, instead focusing on the hall leading to the front door.

“Doubt it,” Yelena says at last, her already deep voice even huskier with sleep. Oh god. She’s so hot. “I won’t let her.”

“You’re her little sister.”

“Yes, and?”

“And I’m her best friend.”

“And…?”

“And she’s going to kill me.” You whine, biting your lip.

Yelena scoffs. “Shouldn’t the person on top be the one she kills? How does she know I didn’t seduce you?”

“I don’t think she’ll care, seeing as you’re her-”

“Oh, enough with that shit.” Yelena sits up, doesn’t even bother to cover her chest. “You want this. You want me. I know you do.”

You meet her eyes uncertainly, but you don’t deny it. Why lie now, when she’s already proven her point? “But if she-”

“I’m an adult. You’re an adult. We’re adults who want to have sex.” She shrugs. “She can’t do anything about it.” You’re finding it harder and harder to resist that logic when she keeps looking at you with obvious want. Sensing your crumbling resolve, Yelena continues: “If you really don’t want to, we can stop. But I think you do want to.” She leans in close, her breath warm on your ear. “I know you want to. You were practically dripping last night, malyshka.”

You inhale sharply. Yelena smirks, clearly well aware of what she’s doing to you. Your heart is hammering in your ears, thunderous. “We can’t let her find out.” It’s a pathetic whisper, because you’re desperate for a way out of this that doesn’t ruin your entire friendship with one or both of your favorite human beings.

“You have a beautiful mind,” Yelena purrs, beginning to pepper kisses along your neck. “And a beautiful body,” her hand finds yours where you’re covering your breasts. She eases your hands, her kisses skirting along your collarbone.

You move your hands to cup her cheeks, redirecting her mouth onto yours. Yelena hums, smiling with her victory. She maneuvers herself on top of you, easing you onto your back while her tongue and teeth make you forget everything but her.

Your phone buzzes from somewhere on the floor. You freeze. Yelena sighs, lets you reach around blindly for your jeans. Several missed texts - and calls - from Natasha, and another text from Carol.

Natasha’s don’t surprise you.

did you make it home ok? (11:23pm)

your silence tells me no (11:30pm)

did you end up fucking carol? (11:34)

answer your fucking phone dumbass (11:47pm)

wanda says you’re probably asleep. if you dont text me before noon tomorrow i’m going to hunt you down. (12:01am)

final warning before i rush to the apartment. (11:45am)

You hurriedly type out a text: sorry! just woke up! i was just really tired!!! Im alive, no need to terrorize my peaceful sunday. (11:46am)

“Who is it?” Yelena asks, laying back down on top of you as if you hadn’t moved at all.

“Nat,” you whisper, frowning. “She was gonna come check on me. If we’re going to keep doing this, we should set some ground rules.”

“Ugh,” Yelena groans, “I hate rules.”

“And I don’t want Natasha to catch us with your hand between my legs.” You huff, chuckling a little.

Natasha responds:

she lives! (11:49am)

almost brought wanda and yelena to drag you out of bed (11:49am)

i’ll be home late. Wanda wants to spend our last day of freedom indoors ;) (11:50am)

You wrinkle your nose. tmi. enjoy ur sex day. (11:50am)

She sends a slew of emojis in response and you roll your eyes, almost clicking out of the messaging app when you remember Carol texted you.

hope you made it home safe last night! sorry if i came on a little strong, i think i just misread the situation. I promise im not a total horndog. I’d love to buy you a coffee sometime? :) (8:21am)

Yelena tilts her head to read your screen and groans again. “Jesus, can’t she take a hint?”

You snort. “She’s actually being nice, Yelena.”

Her arms tighten around you. “But I’m nicer.”

“I’m not going to go out with her,” you surprise yourself with the confidence in your voice. “And you don’t have to be, like, jealous of her.”

Yelena smiles, ducking her head to blow a raspberry against your collarbone. “I’m not jealous.”

“You sound a little jealous.”

“Maybe I just don’t want to share.”

“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. Remember that thing I mentioned earlier that you said you hated? This is one of those magical things. I believe the word is-”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” Yelena nibbles at your neck.

You smile, unable to help yourself, and set your phone on the coffee table. You comb your now free hand through Yelena’s hair. “And… you won’t, um- do anything with anyone, either?”

“Of course not. You’re the only one that I want.” The tenderness in her tone makes your heart melt unexpectedly. She kisses your neck, leaning back to meet your eyes again. She looks so overwhelmingly fond of you, you can’t help connecting your lips. It just feels right, laying here with her.

Her eyes dart to your neck, a new grin on her face. “Can we continue where we left off, or…?”

You breathe out a laugh. “You’re insatiable. Sure, but we should move it to the bedroom. This couch sucks.”

You’re in for a long Sunday.

(“Holy shit, Lena,” you gasp, several hours later, when you finally get a look at yourself in the bathroom mirror. Your neck, collarbone, and torso have hickeys of varying severity, the ones most visible unfortunately being the ones that are the hardest to cover.

“What?” The blonde in question slips in behind you, sliding her hands to your hips as she looks at your reflection admiringly. “I don’t see a problem?”

“What the hell am I gonna tell Natasha? That I was wrestling with an octopus?”

“Does my sister often see this much of your body?” Yelena snickers.

You roll your eyes, but lean back into her embrace. “No, but when she sees the entire continent of Europe on my neck she’s going to be a little bit suspicious.”

“You’re so paranoid. She and Wanda are way too absorbed with each other to notice something as ridiculous as a few hickeys.”)

- - - - -

“Holy fuck, were you wrestling with an octopus?” Natasha asks, catching you in the kitchen much later that evening. Yelena had left two hours ago, and you’d spent most of that time sleeping.

“Uh- something like that.” You had hoped your hoodie would cover most of the damage.

Natasha grins that shit-eating grin you’ve come to know and love. “You hooked up with Carol, didn’t you?”

“Um-”

“Told you she was hot.” Natasha brushes past you to open the fridge. “So that’s why you slept ‘til noon.”

“I always sleep ‘til noon,” you scoff. “You’re the freak who gets up with the sun.”

“That’s literally when you’re supposed to wake up.”

“Says who?”

“Humanity.”

“I don’t associate myself with those.”

The rest of the evening, Yelena occasionally texts you and you do your best to hide it from Natasha. If she notices the constant checking of your phone, she doesn’t comment. In fact, she looks damn pleased with herself at what she must believe was a successful setup. You’re definitely just digging yourself into a deeper hole.

You talk about upcoming classes, and then you start to feel shitty about yourself so you go to bed early. You’re tired anyway.

(The longer you hide this, the worse it’s going to get. You should just say something to Natasha. ‘Hey, by the way, your sister sort of came onto me and now I think we’re dating. That’s fine, right?’)

(You’re so, so fucked.)

- - - - -

Your last real Halloween was - surprise surprise - when you lived in Ohio. After that, you were too old to trick-or-treat and didn’t have enough friends to be invited to parties, so. Yeah. Naturally, upon hearing this, Natasha is insistent upon throwing a Halloween party to make up for every single one you’ve missed.

Your last time celebrating, Yelena was just small enough that you could all get away with scoring free candy off the neighborhood. You’re positive she hated it, but you sure as shit loved free candy so she didn’t put up too much of a fuss. (It’s shocking, to think back to what she’s done for you and you alone.) You and Natasha had been pirates that year, so in memory you’re pirates this year. Of course, you’re adults now, so the costumes are a lot more risque than they had been years ago.

Yours is a corset with one of those flowing tops and a ridiculously tight pair of pants. This is the last time you ever shop for pants online, you swear this to every god you know by name. Unfortunately, Natasha had invited Carol under the impression that she was your regular hookup given that Yelena hadn’t stopped her habit of leaving hickeys wherever she wanted.

Speaking of- you know Yelena was invited, but she likes to show up late. She’s probably working on her homework - as much as she pretends that she isn’t, Yelena is somewhat the academic type and at least gives effort into her assignments, albeit last-minute. You keep looking at the door, expecting her to walk in, and after about half an hour of this Natasha starts to notice.

“Who’re you waiting for? Carol’s over there,” she frowns, confused.

Of course, Carol is talking to one of her friends. You recognize the woman, but you’re too distracted to place a name to a face right now.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” you clear your throat. “It’s- I’m not looking for anyone.”

“Yelena’s on her way. Says she got caught up.” Natasha frowns at her phone. “I think she’s hooking up with someone. She’s been in a good mood lately.”

“Oh?” You force your voice to remain even. “Any ideas on who it might be?”

“Not a clue. She’s learned how to hide her tracks.” Natasha sounds genuinely frustrated at this. You laugh at her pout.

“I’m sure it’s nothing. Can’t someone just be happy for the sake of being happy?”

She eyes you warily, but her response is cut off by the front door opening. Speak of the devil, it’s Yelena. She’s wearing what you can only assume to be a military uniform of some kind. She’s wearing the vest you bought for her, as well as camo pants and combat boots. Her cheeks have solid lines of black, the main indicator of her costume.

It hits you, very sharply, how goddamn gorgeous she is. It’s honestly an outfit she’d probably wear on a normal day out, but she looks so good in it, you forget to breathe for a second. The rest of the party feels muted, somehow, in comparison to the beam of light Yelena brings to you just by entering the room.

Of course, you have to play it casual. A cordial greeting, an inside joke to show Natasha that you’re totally normal, not at all having sex with each other.

Drink two, and this is when you start feeling Yelena’s eyes on you. She’s always so aware of you, you doubt her gaze ever left you since she’d entered. Still, you pretend you don’t notice, even when Carol starts chatting you up.

“You look great,” she says, smiling that friendly smile of hers.

You aren’t flirting, but you aren’t exactly ignoring her advances, either. It’s a relatively innocent conversation about classes, when lacrosse season starts. Easy stuff. Basic shit, really. It’s enough, though.

You felt your phone vibrate.

Your room. Ten minutes. (11:38pm)

It’s from Yelena, of course.

You can’t count down the minutes fast enough. Natasha is long-gone in her conversation with Steve, Wanda and Pietro, and Carol has returned to her friend. Perfect timing. Nobody even notices your absence.

Yelena is, unsurprisingly, waiting for you. There are more guests than usual, so locking the door and barring entry shouldn’t raise too many eyebrows. At least, in theory, it shouldn’t. This is honestly the most risky situation you’ve found yourselves in since you started this whole thing.

The moment the door is locked, she’s on you. She’s kissing you hard, like she can’t get enough of you, her hands pawing at your corset like an overager teenager. You try to laugh at her eagerness, but it’s cut off by a squeal when her hands grip your ass.

“You’re forgetting who you belong to, malyshka,” she warns lowly. You gasp when she pulls you impossibly closer. “This is the perfect time for a reminder, don’t you think?”

And that’s how you find yourself half-naked with Yelena between your legs, eating you out like it’s her job. Her tongue flickers against your clit, urgency in her actions. She wants this to be quick, but you have the sense that she’s battling against her urge to make you last longer.

You’ve been keeping quiet for the most part. Or, as quiet as possible when you’re being gravitated towards a mind-shattering orgasm. Yelena is just unfairly good at making you want to scream, so you end up biting your pillows and your fist to keep from making too much noise.

And when you finally - finally - reach that precipice, Yelena is right there, holding your hand above your head and swallowing your moans. Once you’ve caught your breath, she settles herself over your face, and you make quick work of returning the favor.

When you return to the party, you’re positive your makeup isn’t as nice as it had been before your impromptu session with Yelena. If Natasha notices, she doesn’t comment. Still, this is the first time since you’d started this whole thing that you feel that raw, unnerving guilt gnawing away at the back of your mind.

(Part of you wishes she’d just find out already. That she’d question why you and Yelena always seem to disappear together, or why you have so many of Yelena’s shirts.)

(She never does.)

(You hate what you’ve become.)

(You love your bad habits.)

- - - - -

“I don’t understand where this is coming from.” Your mother’s tone is, predictably, nothing short of cold and clipped as she talks to you. “Why would you spend Thanksgiving in Ohio? Are you seriously contacting your father again?”

“No, mom, I’m not contacting Dad.” Your handful of weeks fucking (dating?) Yelena in secret were going incredibly well. Unfortunately, when things go well for you, there tends to be something to completely destroy whatever scrap of happiness you’d found for yourself. That something, typically, is your mother. “I’m going to spend it with Natasha’s family.”

A pause. “The Russians?”

“Yup.”

An even longer pause. “I just don’t understand. I take you out of that hellish state, I make sure you get into a good college - that I pay for, by the way - and this is how you thank me? Leaving me for your father? Don’t you remember what he did to me? To you?”

You cringe. “Mom, I’m not-”

“As if leaving me for strangers is any better!” She snaps.

“I’ve known her since we were like, seven! I haven’t seen her parents in years, they practically raised me when you and dad couldn’t be bothered-”

“Don’t take that tone with me. I don’t know what you think you’re referring to, but that is not how I remember the situation. Fine, you had one friend growing up and I’m happy you’ve reconnected, but this is ridiculous.”

You chew the inside of your cheek, tasting blood. “You said you were working that week, anyway.”

“And I’m not allowed to want to come home to my child?” She scoffs. “If you want to be ungrateful, fine. You had better come here for winter break.”

With this, she hangs up, and you finally let the stupid tears you’d been fighting come freely to the surface. You would, literally, rather die than cry in front of your mother - even if it’s on the phone. Maybe it’s just a stubborn habit you’ll never kick.

Yelena was the one to ask if you could go. You were genuinely excited to see Alexei and Melina again, even if it meant pretending you weren’t betraying their eldest daughter by getting railed by their youngest. There’s no proper etiquette of tricking your best friend into letting you follow her to Ohio because you’re fucking her little sister, so it took a bit of hinting on Yelena’s end to convince Natasha to ask their parents and, eventually, you.

School work was already piling up, so that’s probably not helping the uncontrollable crying. You never could manage your emotions well when work was piled up. Feeling stupid and just sad, you reach for pretty much your only source of comfort lately: one of Yelena’s ridiculously large hoodies. They’re big on her, so the sleeves go easily past your fingers. It smells like her.

“(Y/N)?” The door opens, temporarily surprising the sobs out of you. You look up and find Yelena in the doorway. Her expression changes instantly. She’s at your side, pulling you into a tight embrace. You sink into her hold, burying your face in her neck. “What’s wrong, milaya?”

“Nothing,” you sniffle. “It’s stupid.”

“Nothing that makes you upset is stupid.” Yelena murmurs, kissing the top of your head.

“My mom,” you offer lamely. “She’s just pissed I’m not going to hers next week.”

Yelena holds you tighter. “Is she going to try to send you back to New York?”

You snort. “No, she wouldn’t do that unless I somehow got pregnant.”

She sighs. “There go my plans…”

“Shut up,” you laugh, pulling away in an attempt to wipe away the wetness still on your cheeks. Yelena takes your face in her hands, though, and thumbs the tears away for you.

“Are you okay?” She asks, frowning.

“I’m fine. She’ll get over it.”

“So you’re still coming?” The hopefulness in her voice makes your heart swell. You connect her lips with yours without thinking about it, matching her growing smile with one of your own.

“Of course I am.” You pause. “Why’d you come over, by the way? Not that I’m complaining.”

“Oh!” She looks uncharacteristically sheepish. “My roommate is out until after classes tomorrow. Do you want to come to mine?”

You’ve only been to Yelena’s dorm once when she’d first moved into it. It’s small, but it’s removed enough from Natasha’s circle of friends and acquaintances that you and Yelena might actually get some quality time together without worrying about jumping apart at any sound from the hallway.

It’s changed a lot since then. Yelena’s roommate is the studious type - Maria Rambeau is her name - and her mother was in the air force; her side of the room has all sorts of cool pictures of her mom and Maria as a child. She’s also on the lacrosse team with Yelena, or so you’re told, so the two get along pretty well.

Yelena’s side of the room couldn’t be more different. Where Maria keeps her things tidy and organized, Yelena’s more of the ‘organized chaos’ type. Sure, things are haphazardly thrown about, but everything has a place and you’ve no doubt she could find anything in her half of the room. It’s also pretty obvious where the dividing line is, too, which makes you laugh because the same thing had been the case when she and Natasha shared a room as kids.

(For years - until you and Natasha were fifteen, actually - Yelena couldn’t sleep alone. You think it has to do with the orphanage in Russia, but you’ve never pried and you don’t plan on it.)

She unceremoniously shoves her folded laundry off of her bed and into the basket they’d certainly just been pulled out of. You take your spot closest to the wall while the blonde grabs her laptop.

She doesn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around your shoulders once she joins you, and you lean into her without question. It’s strange, how quickly you’ve adapted to this. It’s like you and Yelena were just always meant to be this way. Inevitable. Your dirty little secret has become a bad habit, and you can’t get enough of it.

Yelena, to her credit, at least gets through the first twenty minutes of the movie before she starts peppering kisses along the fading hickeys on your neck. You pretend not to notice at first, dedicatedly staring at the screen even when her kisses become heavier, more insistent. (She’s cute when she’s impatient.)

Eventually, your indifference makes her growl a little in frustration and you can’t resist laughing.

“What’s the matter?” You ask, feigning innocence.

Yelena arches an eyebrow at you. Very much an, ‘are you serious right now?’ look. “Oh, we’re playing this game, now?”

“What ever do you mean, Yelena?” You bat your eyelashes at her. “I’m not doing anything.”

She juts her lip out into a pout. “(Y/N).”

“Yelena,” you whine mockingly. “If you want something, you should just say it.”

“I want to fuck you.” She grabs one of your hands, guiding it into her lap. You freeze when you feel it.

“Have you been packing that this entire time?” You breathe, suddenly sounding hoarse.

Yelena grins. “Maybe.”

She’s mentioned her strap once or twice in passing, but usually you went at it like rabbits whenever you were alone in your apartment together. You haven’t exactly had the time to go out and buy one yourself, but Yelena apparently bought one a few days after you started your… thing.

It’s a little bigger than you’re used to, but you think you’ll manage seeing as Yelena’s favorite pastime is bringing you to the edge and easing you away from it just before you could reach it.

In minutes, she’s tearing off your clothes, the laptop set precariously aside. It’s easy to fall into this, easy to succumb to the tender kisses and the promises of pleasure she brands into your skin with every touch and kiss. It’s getting easier to ignore the guilt, too. Too easy, probably.

Maybe, part of you thinks, maybe Natasha will be less angry when she finds out just how deep you’re in it with Yelena. Not that you and the blonde talk about it very much, but there’s something heavier and needier in your interactions than just lust. Something deeper. You have a feeling Yelena is waiting for you; always, she’s waiting for you. She’s too patient with you. You haven’t taken the first step in your entire fucking life.

Your thoughts are interrupted when Yelena bites down on your inner thigh, earning a mixture of a hiss and a groan. You look down at her, meeting her gaze. The warmth in her eyes is almost too much to bear.

“Eyes on me,” she instructs.

Yelena has learned every inch of your body and exactly where to touch you to make you weak with pleasure. Her tongue is the perfect weapon, bringing you to near-tears until she stops suddenly. You gape at her in distress, whimpering while she chuckles at you.

“Patience, malyshka. I don’t want to hurt you.” Yelena eases herself on top of you again, kissing you gently while the tip of the strap prods against your entrance, then your clit. Your hips twitch impatiently. Yelena grabs them with one hand and pins them to the bed easily, preventing any movement much to your dismay.

“Yelena,” you whine. “Please.”

“Aw, but I like watching you like this.” She rubs against your clit again, slowly, tantalizingly. “So desperate for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathe. “I’m desperate for you. Please just fuck me.”

Yelena hums, slowly easing the strap inside of you. Your breath catches and Yelena places kisses on your neck, cheek, and then lips while reminding you to breathe. Yelena likes to fuck you roughly, sure, but there are so many little moments like this where she’s so gentle with you that it reminds you, sharply, of how much she actually cares about you. (And how much you’re starting to realize you care about her.)

When you’re adjusted to the size, you give Yelena an almost imperceptible nod and she begins thrusting inside of you. You always thought that people who said sex with someone you’re deeply fond of was better, but every time you have sex with Yelena your disbelief is put to scrutiny. It’s just better, you can’t explain it. Something in the way Yelena watches your face for signs of discomfort, or signs of pleasure; or maybe it’s the way that, even when she starts pounding into you with purpose, she always - always - kisses you like you’re the only thing in this world that matters.

Yelena grabs one of your legs and hitches it around her waist, finding a spot deeper inside that makes you see stars. You’d been trying your best to keep quiet - you’re certain these dorms aren’t perfectly soundproof - but this completely breaks that willpower. You’re keening, back arching high as your hips twitch helplessly in Yelena’s grip and your nails rake down her spine. The blonde is glowing with this small victory, hissing in either pain or pleasure or probably both.

“You look so pretty, spread out for me,” she murmurs, biting teasingly at your earlobe. “Like you were made to take my cock like this.”

You let out a harsh breath when her fingers find your clit, releasing your hips as her other arm supports her weight. “Fuck! I’m- Yelena I’m close-”

“I know,” she hums, examining your neck with pride. “You know how to earn it, malyshka.”

“Please,” you rasp obediently, “please, Yelena. I need to- I’m so close I- please let me-”

You’re cut off by an animalistic moan as the blonde pounds into you, the breath knocked clean out of your body. She leans back enough to look at your face, your eyes threatening to close as you barely hang onto the edge.

“Look at me,” she purrs. You force your eyes open again. “That’s it. Good girl. Cum for me. Go on, that’s it…”

Your orgasm quakes through you, sending you into a series of whimpering moans of her name. She murmurs in Russian, encouragement you think; it doesn’t really matter what she’s saying, honestly, because it’s always so fucking hot when she does that.

While Yelena slows down, you happen to glance over her shoulder at the mirror that just so happens to be at the foot of the bed. When you notice how flushed you are - how completely, utterly wild you look - beneath Yelena’s rocking body, you feel an unexpected wave of arousal.

Yelena pauses in her thrusts, following your gaze perhaps out of instinct, and when she looks back at you she’s got a shiteating grin on her face.

“You like watching me fuck you?” She asks, almost sounding impressed. You nod mutely, blushing out of embarrassment. “Well, why don’t we give you a better look, krasotka?” She pulls out of you unexpectedly, the sensation causing you to gasp. “Hands and knees for me. Face the mirror.”

You aren’t a narcissistic person. You aren’t even the type to gawk at yourself in the mirror for that long when getting ready. Yelena brings a lot - a lot - out in you. You find yourself following her orders without question, body practically buzzing with anticipation.

When she pushes into you again, Yelena is relentless. Ruthless. You can hear the shitty old twin bed groaning with every thrust but you don’t care. You can’t tear your eyes away from the image of Yelena pounding into you, fingers bruising your hips, her cheeks flushed and eyes dark.

Catching your gaze in the reflection, Yelena grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls. “That’s right, malyshka. Look at me when I fuck you. Look at how beautiful you look, taking me like this. You’re mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes- yes- I’m yours-” you gasp, watching the way your bodies move together. “Fucking hell, Lena-”

“And who makes you cum like this?” She moves a hand to your clit, toying with it almost boredly.

“You! Only you!” Your hips twitch against her movements, all your muscles tensing when she finds that spot deep inside you again.

“Gonna cum again for me?” Yelena rasps, thrusting harder and faster. “Go on, lyubov’. Cum again.”

Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head. The wave of pleasure is so intense you swear you actually blackout. Yelena lets you ride it out, pressing kisses on your shoulders and the back of your neck as you struggle to move again.

When you’re able to breathe, Yelena pulls out and removes the strapon. You connect your lips in a slow, passionate kiss before rolling her onto her back. Your limbs feel like jelly, but that’s fine. You don’t need arms and legs to eat Yelena out.

You’ve come to learn that, while Yelena enjoys fucking you as roughly as she pleases, she prefers softer sex herself. You think she gets off on the intimacy more than the actual sex itself. She likes soft kisses, lingering touches. Her body is an instrument, finely tuned, and you’ve learned just how to play the perfect melody

She doesn’t make much noise, but you revel in the little gasps and moans she makes in your descent down her body. Her body is far more reactive than she is vocal; hips move constantly when you find those sensitive spots of hers. (Her stomach, her thighs, just between her breasts, under her ear-)

Yelena breathes out your name like a prayer when you finally give her what she wants. You suck softly on her clit, looking up to find so much intensity in her green eyes you’re tempted to look away. She always looks so enraptured by you. Like you put the stars in the sky. It’s almost overwhelming.

(Almost.)

But when one of her hands finds yours over the fucked up blanket, fingers slotting between your own, and the other cards through your hair, you feel like - maybe - you’re putting stars in the sky right now. This moment, this little world you’ve created - it’s just for you and Yelena.

Yelena’s hold on your hand tightens. She’s already close. You ease her into her first orgasm with practiced precision. You don’t slow down, moving your free hand to press two fingers inside of her. She keens at the sensation, eyes never leaving yours.

When she comes again, she pulls you up to her mouth so she can kiss you hard. It’s a lazy, slow kiss that makes your heart ache and sing all at once. After a few moments, Yelena pulls her blanket around the both of you. You lay your head on her shoulder, feeling so tired you can barely think.

Sleep, as it always mercifully does when you’re next to Yelena, comes surprisingly easy.

- - - - -

You wake up only a few hours later. You have to get back home before Natasha’s last class finishes up. You get dressed reluctantly, mind still a little slow and body far less willing to leave Yelena’s side. The blonde offers to walk you out and it’s damn near impossible to resist those eyes of hers. She even gives you one of her hoodies again, taking back the other one (“Now it smells like you, take this one.”)

You’re in such a doofy, happy haze you don’t notice someone saying your name until you feel Yelena’s entire body go RIGID. Alarmed, you turn around to find Carol - yes, that Carol - hurrying towards you with that puppydog grin of hers. Yelena immediately has an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close against her. If looks could kill, Carol Danvers would be on the floor in an instant.

“Hey, Carol,” you greet, forcing a smile. “Sorry about- uh, that um-”

“It’s fine,” she shrugs it off like it really is nothing. “I was actually going to ask you why Natasha thinks we’re dating?”

Your jaw drops. “She- she thinks what?”

Carol glances at Yelena nervously, but you’re pretty sure it’s not out of fear. “She was asking me how things were going with us.”

“W-what did you say to her?”

“I said you were probably too busy for a relationship.” She looks at Yelena’s arm around you. “But I see that I was wrong in that assumption.”

“It’s… a weird story. C-can you do me a favor and, um, not tell Natasha about… this?”

Carol looks between you and Yelena several times. You can’t read her expression, but it’s certainly more surprised than it had been when she initially saw you and Yelena together. “She… doesn’t know?”

“Not exactly.”

“Your own best friend doesn’t know that you’re dating her little sister?”

You cringe. “It’s-”

“A weird story?” Carol nods, looking immensely uncomfortable. “Uh, yeah, sure, I’ll keep it under wraps. Only ‘cause Yelena is our best addition to the team and I can’t have her hating her captain before we even start the season.” She gives the younger woman a casual smile. Yelena relaxes ever so slightly, but she doesn’t remove her arm. “But you should probably say something to her sooner rather than later. Y’know, kinda like how you should tell people you’re into someone else before you give them your number?” At your expression, she snorts with laughter. “I’m kidding! It’s fine. I could tell you weren’t all that into it. I thought you were just getting over a breakup or something.”

“Well, this was a fun chat.” Yelena clears her throat. “Bye, Danvers.”

“Later, Belova. (Y/N).” The two women share a respectful nod in departure.

You wait until you’re in the stairwell to kiss Yelena on the cheek. “Look at you, being all jealous again.”

“Can you blame me? She was obsessed with you.” Yelena scoffs, but there’s a smile fighting at her lips.

“She texted me like three times and it was to make sure I made it home alive when I ditched her at a club.” You roll your eyes.

You make it to the ground level, and Yelena pauses.

“Do you think she was right?” She asks.

You frown. “About what?”

“Telling Natasha.”

You feel like you’ve been punched in the gut. The thought of losing Natasha hits you full-force. She’ll never forgive you for this. This is her sister - her baby sister - and you’re sneaking around with her.

“(Y/N)?” Yelena presses.

“I don’t know,” you admit, a lump rising in your throat. “I-I mean, we’ll have to eventually, right?”

Yelena studies your face for a long moment. “Is there a problem with that?”

You feel something hot stinging at your eyes. You blink it away. “Besides losing my best friend?”

“You won’t lose anybody.” Yelena takes your face in her hands. Ever tender, her eyes warm and expression soft. “I won’t let that happen.”

“You can’t promise that, Lena,” you lean into her touch, closing your eyes to hide the stupid tears rising in them. “You guys are all I have, you know?”

“I know.” She presses a kiss to your forehead. “And so does she.”

“Not yet. Please?” You meet her gaze again, desperate for that warmth. “I’m not- I’m not ready for-”

“Okay,” she kisses you gently. “Not yet.”

(You wonder how long you can make this ‘not yet’ last.)

- - - - -

“I had the weirdest conversation with Carol today,” Natasha says casually, sitting beside you on the couch and propping her feet up on the coffee table.

“Oh?” You ask, trying to sound a million times less anxious than you’re suddenly feeling. You keep your gaze on the TV, not even caring about whatever it is this week’s baking challenges are. “What was it about?”

“She says you guys haven’t talked since you ditched us at Woody’s.” Natasha is definitely not buying this. At all.

“Oh,” you clear your throat. “Yeah, we, uh, haven’t.”

“Which is weird, ‘cause I could’ve sworn the next day you had a million hickeys on your neck.” She pauses. You can feel yourself starting to sweat. “And you’ve got a few more today.” She’s pawing at the collar of your shirt so you swat her hand away irritably.

“Am I not allowed to have a fuckbuddy?” You ask lamely.

“Of course you are! It’s just weird that you feel like you need to hide it from me, that’s all.” Natasha eyes you for a long, long moment. You should just do it now, get it over with. So what if there are no witnesses to whatever crime she decides to commit against you. “Do you not trust me or something?”

“No!” You look at her fully now, well-aware that the blood has drained from your face. “Of course I trust you, Nat! You’re my best friend.”

“So why all the secrecy?” She presses. “Is it someone I know?”

“D-does it matter?”

“I guess not.” She pauses, then looks down at your shirt. “Oh, are they on the lacrosse team with Yelena?” You must look really fucking stupid, because Natasha takes this as confirmation. “You can’t tell me you’re keeping it from me ‘cause Yelena had a crush on you all those years ago!”

“W-what?” You croak, suddenly able to breathe.

“You didn’t know?” Natasha snorts, leaning back against the cushions. “I thought it was pretty obvious. Doesn’t help that her first ‘real’ girlfriend was like a spitting image of you.” She scoffs, shaking her head. “It was cute, though. Her first crush.” She nudges you with her shoulder so you laugh awkwardly.

“I had no idea,” you offer.

You are a really, really shitty friend. (And, probably, an even shittier girlfriend.)

- - - - -

“(Y/N)! Look at you, dorogoy, you’ve grown so big!” Melina exclaims as she pulls you into a tight embrace. You return it eagerly, burying your face in her shoulder and laughing with delight.

“Melina! It’s been too long!” You release her just as Alexei pulls you into a hug. He reeks like motor oil, though he’s done his best to clean up for the occasion. He likes to work on old cars in the garage - or, he used to, and it seems like he hasn’t given that hobby up yet despite being terrible at it. (Lucky for him, Melina is often there to help.)

“We have all the food ready and waiting for you girls- you must be Wanda! Natasha has told me so much about you!” Melina moves onto the other dinner guest as Natasha moans about not embarrassing her.

You follow Alexei and Yelena into the kitchen where all three of you promptly grab a bottle of beer and clink them together before drinking.

“So, (Y/N),” Alexei begins, eyeing you with joy. “Has my daughter told you about-”

“Dad,” Yelena warns, but is promptly ignored.

“-the time I went ice fishing with my father?”

“Please stop!” Yelena yelps, grabbing your hand. “She doesn’t need to hear that story!” She begins dragging you away, her father’s booming laughter following you into the dining room.

“Is that the one where his dad pees on him?” You ask, chuckling.

“Yes.” Yelena groans, blushing hard. “I told them not to be embarrassing but with Wanda I think they’re both determined to turn over all the dirty family secrets.” She mutters a curse in Russian, causing your laughter to bubble back up.

“I like your parents,” you tell her, grinning. “I wish mine were this fun.”

Yelena gives you a sympathetic smile. “I don’t see his car outside. I don’t think he’s home.”

You shrug. “He’s probably at the bar. He’ll be home later, though.”

“And you’ll be here.” Yelena hasn’t let go of your hand. She squeezes it now, the most PDA you’re both willing to risk at the moment. “I wish I could have protected you then. Did Natasha ever tell you about how I almost went over to your house with my lacrosse stick?”

“No.” You blink in surprise. “When was that?”

“When you first told us… about…” She winces, and so do you. “I just picked it right up and stormed to the front door after you’d left. I was terrified he would hurt you again. Furious at the thought of it.” She breathes out an almost disbelieving laugh. “I think, even then, I knew-” she cuts herself off, looking alarmed.

“Knew what?” You press.

Yelena opens her mouth to respond, but the conversation of Melina, Natasha, and Wanda cuts her off. You drop her hand, nearly jumping away from her as you take a long swig from your beer. (You don’t miss the wounded look Yelena sends you.)

The rest of the meal is spent jovially, but you can sense something is off with Yelena. She’s quieter than usual, less willing to join in the conversation. Natasha must notice, too, because she sends several concerned glances towards the blonde.

Natasha and Yelena still shared the one room, but the guest room was offered for Natasha and Wanda to share while you and Yelena took the girls’ childhood bedroom. You fall into bed a little tipsy, but being in such close proximity to your alcoholic father has you on edge tonight.

Even worse, Yelena hasn’t said much since she entered the room five minutes after you. You were already in your pajamas, laying on Natasha’s bed staring up at the little glow in the dark stars that they had all over their ceiling for as long as you could remember. There’s also a very distinct tiny handprint from one of those sticky hands Yelena had thrown up there when she was nine. It took a full year for it to come down, subsequently scaring the shit out of Natasha when she was sleeping.

“Is everything okay?” You ask when she begins to undress.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Her clipped tone tells you that no, everything is not okay.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me so we can talk about it?” You offer, sitting up.

She finishes getting into her pajamas in stony silence. You wait quietly, but your heart is roaring in your ears. What have you done wrong? “We don’t ever talk about things. Why are we starting now?”

“Where is this coming from?” You frown. “Yelena, just tell me-”

“Does this mean anything to you?” The question shocks you to the core. Yelena turns to face you and to your absolute alarm there are TEARS in her eyes. You haven’t seen Yelena cry since that day your mom drove you away from here. She gestures between you, apparently taking your silence as misunderstanding. “Us. Does this mean anything to you?”

“Of course it does.” You keep your tone low, eyeing the bedroom door warily. Wanda and Natasha were just down the hall. Melina may not care about overhearing and Alexei sleeps like the dead. “Why do you think it doesn’t?”

“You still haven’t told Natasha.”

You flinch. “I-”

“If this meant anything to you, you wouldn’t want to keep hiding it. Hiding us. We can’t keep this a secret forever and Natasha is my sister. I want to tell her how happy you make me. I want to go out on dates, show the world that you’re mine.” She pauses, sounding timid all of a sudden. “Don’t you want that for us?” The way her voice cracks brings hot tears to the edges of your eyes.

“Of course I do,” you swallow thickly around the lump in your throat. “I want that. I do.” You hate yourself. “But I don’t want to lose Natasha over this. Your family - it’s the only family I care about.”

“You won’t lose Natasha.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“You can’t promise that you’ll lose her, either.”

As usual, Yelena is her most convincing when she sounds so sure of herself. So confident. Has she ever doubted anything in her life? (Yes, you realize, she has. Your feelings for her. Because you’re an asshole.)

“Okay,” you relent softly. “I’ll tell her.”

“When?”

“I don’t know. Tomorrow? Just- let me think about what to say to her. Please, Lena.”

Yelena takes a slow, steadying breath. Her shoulders rise with the action as her eyes clench shut. You bite the inside of your cheek, hoping beyond all hope that she isn’t going to do what you’re most terrified of. (With a shock, you suddenly realize that losing Yelena is possibly more painful that losing Natasha.)

“I’ve waited this long,” she murmurs at last, opening her eyes. “I can wait a little longer.”

She just looks defeated.

(You hate that you’re the reason she looks like that.)

- - - - -

You don’t sleep well that night. It has to be the fact that your father is a few houses away, but the nightmares keep waking you up to the point that you just end up staring at the glow in the dark stars again. In the years that have passed, their light is dimmed. Still, you can make them out enough to count them.

After your sixth attempt at sleep, Yelena’s voice cuts through the darkness:

“Come over here.”

You slip under her blanket, enveloping yourself in her smell and clinging to her embrace. She chuckles when you shiver from your brief trip through the cold distance between the beds. You get comfortable in her arms, wrapping your own around her so you can bury your face in her shoulder. You let silence surround you for several long minutes, listening instead to her breathing and her heart.

“Yelena?” Your voice must startle her. Her heart picks up the pace. “You know I’m in love with you, right?”

If she didn’t stiffen so much, you’d assume she hadn’t heard you. She nudges you gently so you prop yourself up on an elbow, looking down at her. You wish you could see her more clearly.

“You love me?” She asks in disbelief.

“Of course I do.” You inhale shakily. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like this didn’t mean anything to me. It does. It means… it means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me.”

Her hold on you tightens, and so does her embrace. “I know you’re scared of losing Natasha.” She pauses considerably. “And maybe she’ll be mad. But- she’ll come around. Friendships like that don’t just end.”

You sigh, press a sleepy kiss to her neck. “I hope you’re right.”

Silence.

You’re just on the edge of sleep when Yelena says, “(Y/N)?” You hum in question. “You know that I’ve been in love with you since forever, right?”

You smile, unable to help yourself. “I know.”

- - - - -

You wake up to soft kisses being pressed all over your cheek, forehead, chin, nose - it takes you several long minutes to give in and open your eyes. Yelena is smiling lovingly at you, her eyes shining in the morning light.

You return the smile, smoothing some of her messy hair away from her face. “Morning.”

“Morning,” she kisses you sweetly.

You spend the next ten minutes or so just laying there, holding each other. Sometimes you kiss lazily, but mostly you just grin at each other like idiots and bask in the delicate world you built for yourselves. You can’t believe how stubborn you’d been about these feelings before. They’re so beautiful, so wonderful and they make you so happy you could cry.

“I love you,” you tell her quietly.

“I love you, too,” Yelena murmurs, kissing you with more purpose.

Your hands find themselves under her shirt, fingers tracing her spine while her own hands pull you on top of her. You straddle her waist, biting back a surprised noise when you feel her squeeze your ass.

“Your family’s probably downstairs,” you whisper.

Yelena rolls her eyes. “You can’t be quiet?”

You blush. “You know you don’t let me stay quiet.”

She chuckles, grinning wickedly. “Fair point.”

“And we should tell Natasha before she overhears us getting it on in here.” You kiss her again slowly. She hums thoughtfully against your lips.

“Fine.”

You slip off of her and you both get dressed with several shared glances and giggles and kisses. It’s hard to separate when you leave the room. From the kitchen, you hear idle chatter. Once ready, you and Yelena head downstairs to join the rest of the family for breakfast.

Over the food, you and Yelena once again share glances and smiles. Natasha is certainly picking up on something. You can sense it, the way her eyes keep moving between you, Yelena, and whatever gears are turning in her mind.

You decide that it’s probably better to do this in front of the family. Why wait to make the announcement of your relationship to them? You wish you could broadcast it to the world. It’s a shame Wanda has to be here for it, though, because you truly have no idea how this is going to end.

It’s when the dishes are starting to be cleared by Melina, Alexei, and Wanda that the subject is brought up, but not by you or Yelena.

“So, how long have you been sneaking around to fuck my sister?” Natasha says it so casually you actually choke on your coffee.

“Natasha!” Melina scolds from the kitchen. The house is suddenly so silent, you swear you hear a few leaves falling outside.

“W-what?” You stammer, going pale. Yelena looks between you and Natasha, her hand automatically finding yours under the table.

It’s the calmness in Natasha’s expression that frightens you most. She looks at you evenly, almost emotionlessly. “How long have you and Yelena been going behind my back?”

“Nat,” Wanda begins, but Natasha shakes her head sharply.

“No. I want to know how long my best friend thought it was appropriate to sleep with my sister without telling me.”

“Natasha,” you begin shakily.

“Girls-” Melina warns, stepping into the doorway.

“How long were you lying to my face?” Natasha continues, standing slowly. You stand, too, and so does Yelena, who never disconnects your hands. Natasha eyes them with little to no change to her expression. “Well?”

“Since… since right before school started.” You admit. “The night I left you guys at that club.”

It happens so fast you don’t even register that Natasha had moved. There’s just a stinging in your nose, your eyes watering as the crack rings in your ears. Several voices shout Natasha’s name, and then Yelena’s as the blonde grabs her sister and pushes her against the doorframe beside Melina.

You reach out to grab Yelena, but to your amazement your face is spewing blood. Your hands fly to your nose again, the liquid flowing freely from it. Well, yeah, this is pretty much how you saw this going.

“Nat, I’m sorry-” You start.

“You’re only sorry because you got caught.” Natasha snaps, shoving her sister off of her. Alexei intervenes, now, murmuring his daughter’s name. She backs away from him, glaring at you. “You lied to me. For weeks. For months.”

“I didn’t mean to-”

“Didn’t mean to what? Fuck my sister or lie to me about it?”

“Both? I don’t know!” Tears are freely falling from your eyes, now, but you aren’t sure if it’s from the pain in your nose or the anguish of the situation. “It just- it just happened and then I fell in love with her and-”

Yelena stops the next punch with surprising speed and strength. Alexei cuts in between the two before Natasha can reconsider the next swing’s target. You stay rigid in your spot, unable to move or speak.

“Fuck this.” Natasha backs away from her family and turns on her heels to walk out the front door. “And fuck you.” She throws over her shoulder, slamming the front door so hard it shakes.

Wanda is the first to react to this, though a handful of silent seconds go by. “I’m gonna go talk to her.” She stands, looks at you with sympathy. “She doesn’t mean that. I know she doesn’t.” She pauses, looking towards the door again. “She’s been suspecting it for a while.”

You don’t respond. You just let the awkward silence settle until the Sokovian is out the door and you’re left alone with Yelena, Melina and Alexei.

Seemingly remembering your injury, Yelena rushes to your side again and gently moves your hands away from your nose. You hiss in pain as she examines the damage closely.

“I think it’s broken,” she notes, eyes watery with unshed tears. “(Y/N), I’m so sorry, I didn’t think-”

“It’s okay,” you sound nasally. Ridiculous. “It’s okay, Lena.”

“I’m sorry about Natasha.” Melina snaps into mother mode in an instant. “Let me get you something for that.”

You wish everyone would stop apologizing. They shouldn’t be. This punch is very much well-deserved. If anything, this was an undrreaction by Natasha’s standards.

“It’s fine,” you reply uselessly, because Melina is already off to get medical supplies and Alexei is staring between you and Yelena with wide eyes.

“So… you two…?” He asks.

Shyly, you nod. Yelena seems relieved by this answer, releasing her hold on your cheeks to wrap her arms around you.

“I’m getting blood on you,” you frown.

“I don’t care. I’m so sorry.” She kisses your forehead. “I shouldn’t have forced you to-”

“You didn’t force me to do anything,” you pull back from the embrace to look her in the eyes. “I wanted to do this. Well- not this, specifically.”

“She punched you in the face,” Yelena’s bottom lip trembles. The surefire sign that she’s about to start crying. Now your hands find themselves at her cheeks, thumbs smoothing away the tears just beginning to fall. You lean your forehead against hers. She looks terrified.

“I know,” you sniffle, wincing at the pain the action causes. “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s-”

“Put this on your face,” Melina is holding a pack of frozen peas and a rag in her hands. You pull away from Yelena, accepting the objects. Melina grabs your forehead and tilts your head around, looking closely at your nose. “It doesn’t look too bad. Definitely broken, though.”

You let her manhandle your face, cleaning the blood off while Yelena says something about getting you a different shirt. She returns with one of her own, apparently not thinking about it, and she almost freezes when she gives it to you. You accept it gratefully and excuse yourself to the bathroom.

The second - the instant - the door shuts, it’s like everything crashes down around you. Natasha knows. Natasha knew. She had possibly been waiting for you to say something, which any good friend would have done. You’ve been lying to her. You never lied to her before. And the first lie you tell her is this.

You are awful.

You try to keep the stupid sobs quiet when you change out of the bloodied shirt and press the rag to your nose. The blood is already starting to slow down, so that’s something, at least. Still, the pain of it is incomparable to the hollow aching feeling in your chest.

Your stupid phone starts to ring in your pocket. You take it out, answering in a stuffy-sounding tone. “Hello?”

“(Y/N)? Your father called me. He knows you're in Ohio.” Your mother doesn’t often sound worried for you - at least, not in any capacity that doesn’t come off as totally forced an artificial - but she sounds genuinely afraid. “What happened? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, mom,” you look at yourself in the mirror, looking anything but fine.

“Stay inside.”

“Okay.”

Pause.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Mom, I don’t want to talk about it right now,” your voice wavers. You hate when she gets like this almost as much as you hate when she acts like you’re an ungrateful child. There’s always that stupid part of you that believes she’ll stay like this, stay like she cares, but you always - always - remember those months she left you behind. You’ll never forgive her for that. (Especially not when she won’t even admit that she’d done anything wrong.)

“Okay.” It comes out a little colder, but not quite what you’re used to. “Call me when you get back to college, okay?”

“Yeah, sure,” you sigh.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“Love you too, mom.” You hang up and take several slow breaths. You can’t hide forever. Time to find Natasha and face her. She’s already gotten the worst out of her system.

You wait until your cheeks aren’t as red and your eyes not as puffy, splashing some cold water on your face and carefully avoiding the areas that sting at any slight touch.

You turn the knob and almost slam right into Yelena.

“You’re crying,” she says immediately.

You blink up at her. It hits you just how much you love her. It’s so intense, you’re nearly knocked off your feet. No matter what happens with Natasha - this, this, is worth it. She’s worth it. Natasha might never speak to you again, but losing Yelena is, at this point, unfathomable. This is your family. Yelena, Alexei, Melina - yes, Natasha, too. Even if she hates your guts forever.

Instead of explaining yourself, you just lean up to kiss her. It surprises her, you think, because she takes a beat longer to respond than usual. Kissing hurts a little, though, so you pull back and try to mask the pain. Of course, ever vigilant of your wellbeing, Yelena notices and holds the stupid pack of frozen peas to your nose with careful attention.

“I’m gonna talk to her,” you state softly, moving your hand to cover Yelena’s over the pack of peas.

“I’ll come with you.” Yelena offers, but you shake your head.

“No. I have to talk to her alone.”

Yelena looks ready to argue, but thinks better of it and nods hesitantly. “Fine. But… at least keep your phone with you.”

“She’s not gonna beat me to a pulp, Lena,” you laugh. “I think she got enough of her anger out with that one punch.”

“I’ll make her pay for that.” Yelena says darkly and you roll your eyes.

“No, it’s fine. I deserved that.”

“No-”

“We’ve been lying to her, Yelena. You know how she feels about lying.” You sigh.

Yelena frowns, but doesn’t argue.

When Melina deems your nose safe enough to travel with, you take off after Natasha. You know exactly where she’d be, because it’s where she always goes when she’s upset. The park isn’t far from her house, either.

Sure enough, she and Wanda are sitting on the old swing set, feet dragging idly on the mulch. When you approach, they stop talking and Wanda stands up. She makes some kind of excuse, but you don’t hear it as you wither under the glare of Natasha.

Hesitantly, you take the spot Wanda had once occupied and mindlessly move yourself back and forth. Natasha doesn’t speak, so you don’t either. You just sit in silence, your nose throbbing without the pack of peas.

Finally, Natasha breaks the silence: “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

You look at your feet, afraid of what emotions her face might show. “I was… scared. I thought you’d hate me, I guess.”

“I don’t hate you.” Those words are enough to make you weak with relief. You feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but you shove them away and keep your gaze steadily downward. “But I’m pissed that you didn’t say anything.”

“She’s your sister, Nat,” you finally look up at her. She looks hurt. “I thought you’d assume the worst.”

“Why would I ever assume the worst with you?” Natasha shakes her head, exasperated. “Honestly, I had a feeling something was up when Carol told me you guys never hooked up. Yelena’s been acting happier than usual. Completely different from how she was when I left for college. Then I thought you were wearing her top, but she’s got so many stupid band shirts it’s hard to keep track…” She scoffs, almost amused. “I should have known, but I thought you’d at least be a decent friend and give me a heads up if you were even interested in Yelena.”

You cringe. “I know. I’m sorry. I really should have told you but it happened so fast-” you stop yourself, blushing furiously. “I thought it was just, y’know, for fun or whatever but-”

“Watch it,” Natasha warns, narrowing her eyes. “That’s my sister.”

“Right,” you croak. “I just- I thought I needed to just, scratch an itch. But it just didn’t go away, and I couldn’t stop thinking about her, and I felt so guilty because I knew hiding it from you was wrong but I didn’t know how to tell you and-”

“(Y/N),” Natasha holds up a hand and you flinch. The guilt on her face is gut-wrenching. She grabs the chain of her swing. “I don’t want you to ever feel like you can’t trust me. You’re my best friend. Of course I want you to be happy. And Yelena is my sister. I want her to be happy, too. I want you both to be with someone you deserve.” At your pained, fearful expression, she quickly adds, “And I do think you deserve each other. In the best way.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, and Natasha snorts.

“Seriously,” she says, “Lena has had a crush on you since we were kids. I’m surprised it took this long to happen. I can see how much happier you make her, even if I didn’t know what the source of that happiness was ‘til now.”

“Nat-”

“Even you seem different.” She observes you with a new sort of expression, almost admiringly. “You seem lighter. When we reconnected, you were still the same lost kid who didn’t know what to do besides what her mom told her. I can see how much easier it is on you, now.”

You actually feel yourself crying. It’s so dumb, you hate crying in front of others. Natasha slides off of her swing to pull you into a hug. You return it happily, heart swelling.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter guiltily. “I should have told you. I knew the whole time that I should have told you. But I was a coward.”

“You were,” Natasha agrees. When she pulls back from the hug, she looks at your nose. “How’s your face?”

“Broken.”

“I’m not sorry.”

“That’s fair.”

Pause.

“But we’re okay?” You ask, just because you can’t ever get over the fear of losing someone you care about.

“We’re okay,” Natasha confirms.

She returns to her swing.

It’s almost like when you were kids again.

- - - - -

The walk back to Natasha’s house was spent in companionable conversation. She asks you a little bit about your relationship and intentions with Yelena - she does, in fact, threaten your life if you dare break Yelena’s heart but you assure her that’s nowhere in the cards. You’re in it to win it, as far as you’re concerned, and Natasha agrees that you’ve already won it.

The entire family is waiting in the living room. They must have been talking before you returned, because the silence is unbearable. Finally, you tell them everything is fine, and they all seem to breathe a bit easier. Melina mentions always seeing you as a daughter, Alexei tells you he couldn’t approve more.

At the end of the night, you find yourself back in Yelena’s arms in her childhood bed.

In the darkness, your only focus is the steadying beat of her heart that always picks up when you lean your head against her chest. You can’t ever be certain what awaits you in the future - you don’t even care anymore. As long as you have her by your side, that’s all that matters.

“Yelena?” You ask. She hums. “I love you.”

The blonde wakes up enough to press a loving kiss to your forehead. “I love you, too.”

Maybe - just maybe - everything is going to turn out okay.

~part 3~

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skzxlevanter · 3 years

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skz reacting to you accidentally crashing their vlive

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skz x gn!reader, fluff, bulletpoints+scenarios

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bang chan:

he’d be very sweet and cool about it

would just ask you to join him, letting you sit besides him or even in his lap

softly giggles at your words, plus his ears would definitely get a bit read bc he thinks you’re so incredibly cute

“channieee~ have you seen my char- “ you stopped in the middle of your sentence when you saw the familiar vlive-layout on the pc screen in front of your boyfriend,

“oh, i’m sorry, i didn’t know that you were live” you apologized while blushing a little, chans gaze now on you, giving you a big smile.

“why don’t you join?” he asked, softly tapping the spot besides him, signaling you to sit down.

“you can also recommend a song if you want” he added, smiling at you while the chat went crazy over the way chan looked at you with pure adoration in his eyes. he then played the song you wished for, while casually talking about your day and different topics, giggling at your words from time to time with a huge smile in his face.

lee know:

would playfully be mad at first

but that would turn into a “i guess you have to join me now🙄🙄” really quick

definitely shows you off, bragging about all the things you’re good at and

“heyy!! I’m on a live rn!!!” lee know shouted dramatically when you peeked your head through the door. but his dramatic demeanor quickly changed when he saw a guilty look on your face.

“well i wanted to ask what you want for dinner, but i guess that’s not important right now” you playfully snapped back at him, about to close the the door when he dramatically screamed “waittt”

you walked into the room with a complete dumbfounded innocent look on your face “yeahh?”

“c’mere, now that you interrupted you gotta stay and tell me what your beautiful mind thought of doing for dinner…if stays knew how good you’d cook, they’d definitely kidnap you!”

seo changbin:

he would just look at you like??? and wouldn’t make a big deal out of it

maybe a little started when you suddenly bursted into the room

would give you playful smirks all the time

changbin jumped up in his seat when all of the sudden the door bursted open, startling him. his head immediately turned into your direction, looking at you in shock with big eyes and slight concern written above his face.

“biniee~~ “ you whined, walking up to him “i really can’t open this stupid can of pesto, can you please help me”

his concern was immediately wiped away and was replaced by a big smirk on his face. he took the can from your hands with a smile, also struggling with the lid for a second, until it opened with a loud click.

you thanked him with a sweet thank you, while you were walking towards the kitchen again, being completely oblivious to the fact that he wad live the whole time.

he would definitely tease you about the way you looked at his muscles tensing as he opened the can later

hwang hyunjin:

would look at you with big doe eyes paired with a soft smile

would teach you some dance steps, so you can dance a little together, but also to show stays how talented you are

soft, innocent touches from time to time to hell you with your pOstUrE

hyunjin butsted out into a big smile when he saw you walking into the practice room, his facie turning away from the camera to look at you.

“you forgot your water at home, so i brought you some” you said while holding up the water bottle in your hand. he immediately walked out of the camera frame to get to you, giving you a short hug as a thank you as he took the water bottle from your hands and took a sip.

“do you wanna join? i was teaching stays some dancesteps anyway, so you can learn with them if you want to”, he asked and was more than happy when you answered with a “yes sure, why not”

he gently dragged you into the frame by your hands, proceeding to teach you the dance moves he showed before, while his hands continued to give you light touches around your waist or arms to get you in the correct position, always making you blush a little.

han jisung:

he would be a little shocked at first, putting in panic mode on, since he’s pretty private abt his relationship

but when he sees that you are comfortable with the situation, he calms down a bit

you two just chat casually with many giggles and adoring stares in between

when you walked into the room, jisung wasn’t sure whether he should cover the camera or even stop the live, totally panicked about if you knew that he was live or not.

“hey, i saw that you were live, so i thought that i’d stop by for a second” you exclaimed, shooting a reassuring smile towards your boyfriend while getting another chair for you to set down.

jisung calmed a little bit down, but he was still a little bit nervous, so you just started chatting about random topics. you started to tell some childhood stories, giggling together and laughing out loud together.

his gaze never leaving your face when you tell your stories, while looking at you with attentive puppy eyes, waiting for you to finish speaking so that he can share a similar experience afterwards.

lee felix:

shy bby would be so happy

a giant smile the whole time

would pull you on his lap with no chance to escape

“lixie i’m home!!” you shouted through the apartment, making felix pop a big smile. just a few moments later the door to his room opened, felix’s eyes growing big at the bags in your hand.

“I walked by our favorite place and thought i’d bring some-“ you explained when you saw that he was currently live.

you let out a silent ‘oh’ while blushing a little. “you should’ve told me your live!!” you yelled playfully “i look so messy right now”

felix just chuckled to him self while he grabbed the bags from your hands, setting them down on the table in front of him,so that he can finally pull you into his embrace and sit you down on his laps.

“you look everything but messy right now, gorgeous”

kim seungmin:

he would just look up to you like ヾ(＠＾▽＾＠)ﾉ

would then just continue with whatever he was doing

still would be a smiley little pup when you decide to join him and more than happy to (subtly) show you off

Seungims head turned when he heard a light knock on the door.

“come in” he answered in a soft tone, a big smile appearing on his face when he see’s you standing in the door.

He looked at you, expecting you to to say something, but wanting to discuss something more private, stayed quiet, just looking at him. He seemed to understand, just giving you another smile before he turned back to his food.

“Do you want a bite?” he asked,tapping the empty space next to him for you to sit down. You nodded as you made your way up to him. He took a spoonful of everything he had in front of him and handed it you. You thanked him and ate your portion,giving him a smile in return.

In the meantime seungmins eyes wandered to read the chat

“Look babe, they think you’re cute”

yang jeongin:

he’d take the chance to tease you, knowing you can’t do too much about it

so be ready for everything including giggles

would probably forget that he’s live for a sec and would then get embarrassed about it

“hey” jeongin warned you, but the pillow he threw already made it’s way to you, hitting you almost perfectly. You picked up the pillow from the floor, ready to start a street fight when you saw his bashful smile and the ongoing vlive on his screen.

You stopped yourself, but nothing did stop you from pulling him away from his seat, in the direction of the couch, so you can throw the pillow back at him without breaking anything. And before you knew it, you were immersed in your pillow fight, completely forgetting that the live is still on.

when the thought of being live came back to his mind, jeongin stopped all his moves, blushing, realizing that dozens of people are currently watching him lose against you in a pillow fight. after he finally overcame his frozen state, he walked up to the camera, basically using it to protect himself from any other attacks.

He giggled softly at your defeated expression, making you laugh out loud too.

“Let’ decide who wins this later, you aren’t done yet , jeongin” you warned, leaving the room with a playful smile.

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spine-buster · 2 years

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mutual pining, pt. 1

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A/N: First author's note of the fic to let you know that this is 4000+ words of pure fucking fluff and I'm not even sorry about it!!!!! And just to let everyone know, each chapter is going to be named after tropes, so you have that to look forward to! *sings in the same beat as 'Shots' by LMFAO* TROPES TROPES TROPES TROPES TROPES TROPES

Bianca Yang felt like it was her duty to make sure Lusine didn’t get herself knee deep in shit. Honest to goodness, it felt like a part-time job. She realized within a week of them meeting that Lusine was book smart but not necessarily street smart. As she learned more about Lusine, everything sort of made sense, and so Bianca – being an only child, and secretly always longing for a younger sibling – took Lusine under her wing. It worked out for the better. They were best friends, roommates, and even though Bianca didn’t really need looking after, she knew Lusine looked out for her as much as she looked out for Lusine. It was just in different ways – Lusine would meal prep for the both of them every Sunday. Lusine would bake, and freeze things for later in the Tupperware she bought. Lusine took the job of cleaning their bathroom (Bianca chose the kitchen, and they were both responsible for their bedrooms and the living room), for which Bianca was forever grateful. Lusine even cleaned the fridge and oven when they moved in.

But despite all this, and despite being responsible, Bianca couldn’t help but arch her brow when Lusine told her, “I met a Maple Leaf.”

Bianca spun around in her desk chair. “You met a Maple Leaf.”

“Mhm,” Lusine nodded her head. “He was really nice. We had coffee together.”

“Coffee?!” Bianca wasn’t expecting that. “Which one was it? If you tell me it was Auston Matthews I’m gonna lose my shit.”

“You watch hockey?”

“Tell me who it was!”

“It was one of the Swedish guys. Rasmus Sandin,” Lusine revealed.

Bianca couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Of course it would be Lusine to meet a Toronto Maple Leaf. “How in the world did that happen?”

“Remember that day I called you when I was supposed to go on that date? With that guy Cara set me up with?” Lusine asked. Bianca nodded her head quickly. “Well he was awful – like, such a jerk. He was one of those commerce bros and kept offending me. And Rasmus was in the same coffee shop, overhearing the date, and he intervened pretending to be an old friend of mine who had moved to BC, and he got me out of it.”

Bianca’s eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets. “Oh my God, Lusine. You’ve been waiting to tell me this for how many days?! That date was almost a week ago!”

“He wants to see me again.”

Bianca practically fell out of her chair. “Lusine!” she yelled, completely flabbergasted.

“He took me out for coffee since I forgot mine on the table after he whisked me away and we talked for like, an hour and a half, and I gave him my phone number and my Instagram and my Snap, and he gave me his number and his Instagram and his Snap, and now we’re supposed to see each other on Thursday,” Lusine couldn’t stop speaking.

Bianca never thought she’d hear those words come out of Lusine’s mouth. Lusine was a lot of things, and of course things happened to her – but going on an awful date and getting saved by a guy who played for the Maple Leafs who then took her on a coffee date and wanted to see her again after exchanging numbers? That was new. “D’you think he’s cute?” she asked. Lusine nodded her head. “Was he nice?” Lusine nodded. “Respectful?”

“He was everything,” Lusine said. “He was all of that.”

“Okay…well that’s a good thing,” Bianca tried to calm down. “If he was all those things, and you didn’t feel nervous around him because you guys spent an hour and a half together, that’s a good thing.”

“You don’t think he’s gonna, like, embarrass me, do you?” Lusine asked. Bianca furrowed her brows. “Like you don’t think he was just doing it to be nice or because he felt bad for me or whatever—”

“No,” Bianca interrupted with a strong voice. “I don’t think that at all. I know you’re not experienced with this sort of stuff, but you’re a fox and any guy would be falling over their feet to have a date with you. And I’m not just saying that.”

Lusine ruminated over Bianca’s words. Bianca never lied to her, so she was inclined to believe Bianca was telling the truth. Regardless if she was or not, Lusine had to believe it herself. “I already really like him,” she whispered out loud, admitting it to herself more so than to Bianca. “Can that happen to people? Only knowing someone for ninety minutes but already feeling…I don’t know, connected?”

“It happens all the time,” Bianca said. “I’m glad it’s happening to you so you can experience it.”

“How do you know who he is?” Lusine still wanted to know.

“I just know the big guys, the popular guys, because of my cousins,” Bianca cleared up. A mischievous smile appeared on her face. “Is he cute?”

A bashful smile took over Lusine’s face, and Bianca knew she got her. “He’s really cute.”

Bianca squealed in excitement. For all that she was shocked that this entire situation was happening, she was thrilled. Lusine deserved the best. Bianca wasn’t sure yet if hockey players were the best, or if Rasmus was the best, but she was excited nonetheless. “Let’s look him up,” she said quickly, spinning back around in her chair to type his name into Google.

“Bianca!”

***

“I think Rasmus has a secret girlfriend,” William told Aberdeen as he scooped the seasoned sweet potatoes out of the roast pan and into their plates.

Aberdeen furrowed her brows. “So?”

“So?!” William repeated. “So?!”

“You had a secret girlfriend for nine months!”

“That was different!”

Aberdeen gave him a look. “No it was not. Why do you even think he has a secret girlfriend?”

“He was two hours late that day I was supposed to get coffee with him the other day,” William revealed. “And he was acting weird when we were together.”

“Rasmus always acts weird. He’s Rasmus,” Aberdeen deadpanned. “What does it matter, anyway? Rasmus is 21. He’s old enough to date – he’s even old enough to drink in the States on road trips with you guys now.”

“Says the girl who made jokes two years ago about him being twelve years old,” William reminded her. Aberdeen scrunched up her face at him, and he mimicked her. “I’m going to get to the bottom of this,” William concluded.

***

Lusine had never had oysters before. So when Rasmus ordered a dozen for an appetizer, after not even looking at the menu, she was intrigued. He even ordered East Coast style, because apparently there was a difference. Lusine was impressed. They were sitting at a table in the middle of the restaurant, which was quite full – there were even people waiting at the front. It seemed like a place for a more upscale clientele, and while Lusine didn’t exactly feel out of place as a university student, she did feel a bit…weird being there. The fact she was the guest of a hockey player probably allowed her to blend in. As she looked through the menu, she would catch Rasmus sneaking peeks at her. They’d both smile bashfully when they caught one another, only to carry on the game a few more times.

“Do you like oysters?” Rasmus asked, finally speaking instead of playing their little game. Truth be told, he felt like if it had gone any longer, he would have leaped across the table to kiss her.

“Never had them,” she revealed.

“No?”

“Nope.”

“You could have told me. I could order something you’ve had before,” Rasmus said. “I can call our waiter back. Do you want—”

“It’s okay,” she said, laying her menu down momentarily. “How are you the nervous one here? I thought I was supposed to be the nervous one.”

Rasmus saw her smile and took a deep breath. He had to remind himself that there was nothing to worry about. If she had agreed to go out with him tonight, there must have been something there with her, too. Not just him. And if she actually showed up – hell, that was as good a sign as any. They were just two people out on a date. “Neither of us should be nervous. We’re both here,” he said.

“Exactly.”

“How was school? What classes did you have?” he asked.

“I have Europe in the 20th Century Mondays and Wednesdays, and Tuesdays I have Canadian History and its tutorial before I work.”

“Where do you work?”

She smiled shyly. “Uh, I play in a band.”

Rasmus’s eyes lit up. “A band? Are you some kind of secret rockstar?”

“No,” Lusine giggled. “Definitely not. I…play the cello.”

His eyes lit up even more. “The cello?”

Lusine usually hated people’s reactions when she told them, but for some reason, she found Rasmus’s endearing. There was a genuine earnestness that he couldn’t hide which she picked up on right away. “Yeah, the cello.”

“That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Her cheeks flushed red at his reaction. “I don’t know about cute. It’s pretty nerdy. The thing’s almost bigger than I am.”

“Can I hear you play sometime?” he asked.

He was already thinking about the future, about the next times they would meet. Lusine liked that. She liked how she was already comfortable with the idea of it, too. And the fact that at least one of the next times would revolve around her playing cello – since she tried to hide it from people in the past, it was a surprise to her. It wasn’t that she was ashamed – she was the only person she knew who played – it was just that she didn’t want to keep hearing the same comments over and over. Once was fine. Twice was gratuitous. Three times was enough. “Sure,” she nodded her head slightly. “I play with a quartet and we usually play the like, more upscale university events. We usually do events at private clubs too. Like on Tuesday night we were playing at the National Club.”

Rasmus had no idea what that was, but it didn’t matter. “That’s so cool,” he said instead, smiling. “I can’t wait. I—”

“Okay folks, what can I get you to drink with those oysters?” the waiter interrupted their conversation abruptly, holding his notepad in his hand ready to write.

“Which white do you recommend?” Rasmus asked immediately, eyeing the waiter, trying to tell him with his eyes that it was okay if he recommended the $145 bottle of chardonnay he saw on the wine list earlier.

“Our bottle of Napa Valley chardonnay is quickly becoming a patron favourite,” the waiter took his cue. Rasmus smiled. “Shall I bring two glasses?” the waiter looked at Lusine.

“Can I have a glass of water with lemon? I don’t drink.”

FUCK!!! Rasmus panicked. His face dropped from his smile as he looked back up at the waiter. “Two glasses of water with lemon,” Rasmus said quickly, correcting himself. The waiter smirked before nodding and telling them the oysters were almost fully shucked and would be out soon. Rasmus focused his attention back on Lusine – how could it not be on her? “You don’t drink?”

“Not on da—well—not—that’s not an offence to you—I just don’t drink on first dates. I want to remember them,” she stuttered out. She realized through her stuttering that she’d said the D word…date. She froze slightly. “This—I mean, this is a date, right?”

“This is most definitely a date.”

She let out her breath. And then, a gentle smile. Rasmus smiled too. “Good date so far,” she commented. “Much better than my last date, at least,” she joked.

The oysters were brought out on a platter of ice. Since Lusine had never had them, she wasn’t expecting it. They looked weird, but sort of appetizing, and at least the waiter explained what the different accompaniments were. When the waiter left, Rasmus let her pick one up first. She picked up the biggest one on her side of the dozen. She and Rasmus clinked them like they were champagne flutes playfully, and she watched out of the corner of her eye how Rasmus sucked it back and chewed before swallowing. She did the same.

Her eyes widened as she chewed and swallowed. Rasmus looked on nervously. “You like?”

“These are delicious!” Lusine exclaimed, picking up another one. Rasmus couldn’t help giggling as he watched her spoon some mignonette sauce and suck back like she did the first. Her eyes stayed wide as she chewed a few times before swallowing. “Seriously delicious!”

“Happy you like them,” Rasmus smiled as he picked up his second.

“Can we just—can we just keep ordering these by the dozen for our meal?” Lusine asked hesitantly, not knowing if Rasmus had a go-to order or anything. “I mean, if you have something, then—”

“Of course we can. You like them that much?” he asked. She nodded. “Then we’ll just have oysters. You’re an easy date, Lusine,” he joked, giving her a quick wink.

“I’m just easily impressed,” she said as he sucked back his oyster. “I mean, all you had to do was walk up to my table in a coffee shop and say ‘Lusine?’,” she teased. She was grateful this date was going much better than that one.

“Can I ask you a question?” Rasmus asked.

“Of course.”

“When we were out for coffee, you mentioned that you were never supposed to go to U of T. Where were you supposed to go instead?”

For the first time that night, Rasmus saw her divert her eyes to somewhere other than him. That was new. They’d been making googly-eyes at each other all night besides when they looked at the menu. “I guess just, like, somewhere close to home. A local college or whatever,” she said. “My parents didn’t want me moving too far away from home.”

“Where did you grow up?”

“Uh, the northern suburbs—well, not even the suburbs. Like, basically this random, three-street subdivision in farmland where all the houses look like they came from Stepford Wives because they were built next to a golf course,” Lusine revealed.

“You sound like you didn’t like it.”

“I hated it,” she said. “Well I didn’t—I—that’s wrong. I didn’t hate it. I think I just outgrew it. You can love things but outgrow them. Or, like, want to move on from them. And I definitely outgrew it and wanted to move on from it.”

Rasmus watched as she bit her bottom lip nervously. It was obvious she didn’t like talking about it, or at least not right now, so he decided to shift focus. “Did you have any siblings?”

“Three older brothers,” she revealed. “Etienne, Beau, and Delaney.”

All quite unique names, Rasmus thought. Even Lusine was unique – maybe her parents were just that type. “And you got along?”

“Yeah. I mean, as much as we could. Etienne is twelve years older than me, Beau is ten years, and Delaney is eight years. We got along as much as the youngest girl can get along with three older brothers.”

They both sucked back another oyster. Rasmus wondered if he should continue the conversation. She wasn’t exactly forthcoming with words or details about her family, at least not like he would be if she asked him about his parents or Linus or anything. He’d have loads of stories to tell about them and about growing up in Uppsala, playing hockey, and anything else, really. The eye contact was the big giveaway for him. She was still looking around in between looking at him.

“Can I ask you a question?” she asked suddenly.

“Of course.”

“When did you move to Canada?”

“In 2017,” he revealed. “I moved to Sault Ste. Marie to play junior hockey when I was seventeen.”

Lusine thought to who she was at seventeen – really, it was only two years ago – and was unsure she would have been able to do what Rasmus did. Moving from some small town to Toronto was one thing, because she only grew up about an hour and a bit from the city and its suburbs. But to move to a completely different country, with a different language? That took a certain kind of strength Lusine didn’t know if she had in her yet. “Were you scared? That’s pretty young to move halfway across the world.”

Rasmus shrugged. “I don’t think I was scared. I lived with a billet family so I was just excited about playing hockey in Canada. It was definitely different, and I missed my family, but by that point I’d moved away from home since I was like fourteen or fifteen to play hockey.”

Fourteen? Fifteen? Lusine couldn’t even imagine. If her parents had heard that story, they would have had heart attacks. “So why junior hockey in Canada?”

“There’s just no real comparison playing junior hockey in Sweden versus playing junior hockey in Canada. In Sweden we’d maybe get fifty people in the stands and it was all our moms and dads,” he told her. “In the Soo we’d get like five thousand people attending home games. I was hungry to make it to the NHL so me, my family, and my agent decided it was the best thing for me to do.”

Lusine could understand that – wanting something so bad you were willing to risk it and do whatever it takes to get it. “And do you like Toronto?” she asked, sucking back her fourth oyster.

“I love Toronto,” Rasmus smiled. “Especially when I get to meet people like you.”

***

Rasmus paid for dinner. He’d lost track at how many oysters they had but truthfully, he didn’t even look at the bill when it arrived. Lusine had the audacity to move to reach for her purse. He stopped that before she could even lay a hand on the purse strap. She thanked him profusely and he kept telling her it was fine.

By that point, the restaurant was packed. Lusine didn’t think it would get that busy on a Thursday night (a Friday or Saturday maybe, considering its location) but it was filled to the brim; every table was full and there was a huge crowd of people waiting at the front and outside waiting for a table. She almost felt bad for taking up so much time, but on second thought, she didn’t feel bad about spending so much time with Rasmus.

She had to make her way through the crowd of people. She was petite, and quite unassuming, so she knew she’d have a hard time. Everybody was either glued to their phones waiting or in lively conversation with one another. A few of the men were in suits and Lusine wondered if they had come straight from work. “Excuse me,” she said, but nobody seemed to hear her since nobody seemed to move. “Excuse me,” she tried more forcefully, but still nothing.

“Let me,” Rasmus said, putting a hand around her waist. “Excuse me!” he half-yelled, and finally, people noticed them and began shuffling out of the way as much as they could. Lusine was brushing up against a few people as Rasmus and his arm around her waist guided her through, but she didn’t even realize who or what she was brushing up against – all she could focus on was the feeling of Rasmus’s arm around her waist. It was hypnotic. It was firm yet gentle, sturdy yet still allowed her to move. It was only when they stepped outside and Lusine noticed the line of people outside did she realize she was holding her breath.

She and Rasmus turned away from the line. She felt his arm drop once he saw they were in the clear, and she didn’t know why, but she wanted him to keep it there. When she looked at him, he was already looking at her. “Thanks for that,” she offered.

“Can I walk you back home?” he asked back.

She would have liked him to, but she had to stick to her rules. Plus, it wasn’t like she’d never taken the subway alone at night. She did a couple of times a week, whether it was because of work ending late or a late class. So, she shook her head. “You can walk me to the subway.”

“Not home?”

“No. Not on the first date.”

Rasmus nodded, accepting her decision. “Is the jury still out on if I’m a serial killer?” he asked playfully as they began to walk in the direction of the nearest subway station.

She let out a laugh. “I think the jury’s made their decision.”

“And?”

“Not a serial killer,” she offered. “At least not in Canada. But there may have been crimes in Sweden.”

Rasmus’s eyes widened. “Whoa ho ho!!” he gasped playfully, causing her to laugh even more. “Jesus! That’s harsh!”

“It’s the hair.”

Rasmus stopped dead in his tracks dramatically. Lusine began laughing her head off. “Okay, alright! I see how it is! I see now!” he continued to play along. “You make fun of my hair. That’s how it’s gonna be then, eh? Okay.”

“You can make fun of something of mine.”

“See, I’m a nice guy, so I’m not gonna do that,” he winked.

“C’mon! One dig!”

“Nope,” Rasmus shook his head. “I’m way too nice. Way too nice.”

Lusine rolled her eyes. “I’m sure you’ll think of something eventually,” she said as they crossed the street. She wasn’t exactly happy to see the TTC sign so close and so soon. “When’s your next game?”

“Saturday.”

“Who are you guys facing?”

“Ottawa.”

“I’ll be watching,” she said, smiling softly. They had finally made their way to the top of the steps that led underground, but she made no effort to say goodbye or even step down a single step. She wanted to squeeze in as much time with him as she could.

“I’ll make sure to impress you then,” he said biting his bottom lip and stepping closer towards her. There was a moment of silence between the two of them before he spoke again. “Can I kiss you?”

To his demise, Lusine shook her head once more. “No.”

He got nervous. Why not? Was it something he did? Was it something he said during dinner? Did he make disgusting noises while sucking back oysters and she was one of those people who hated being able to hear people it? “Is it bec—”

“It’s not—no,” she interrupted him, knowing immediately what he was going to say. “This was honest to God probably the best date I’ve ever been on,” she confessed to him, making him smile. “I just don’t—like the walking me home—it’s just, like a rule, I guess—like a—”

“—Not on the first date,” he said her words from earlier.

She nodded, thankful he was understanding. “Not on the first date.”

“Can I at least hug you?” he asked,

When she extended her arms, he wrapped his around her body and held her close – so close she could smell his cologne, and the scent of him was good. Every woman appreciated a good cologne, she thought, and she was no different. She didn’t exactly have much to stack it up against, but it didn’t matter. Lusine was willing to spend an extra five minutes just hugging him awkwardly so she could keep smelling it.

After a long hug, Rasmus was the one to pull away. “I’ll see you soon,” he said softly.

A rush of excitement washed through her body at the prospect. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, taking a step back. “Text me when you get back to your apartment.”

“I will,” she said, stepping down on the first step, but looking over her shoulder back at him. “Bye Rasmus.”

“Bye Lusine.”

Rasmus watched her descend down the steps, watched as she offered one last wave, watched as she finally disappeared behind a wall.

He was dizzy.

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xtodorcki · 3 years

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“Cold Weather,” Pt 2 Levi x Reader

using this gif again bc oof and I’m also running out of Levi gifs to use

Summary: modern day Levi. After getting stuck in a blizzard and taking shelter in a cabin with no heat, skin to skin isn’t the only thing you two would be using to get warm

Warnings: fingering, dirty talk, choking, smut period. any who

PART ONE

“I know what else we can do to get warm.”

“Levi,” Your eyes were glued on his, the smirk on his face only growing the more your face started to get red.

You would admit that there is a lot of sexual tension there but you weren’t too sure if it was only because you two were forced to cuddle half naked for warmth or if Levi had caught on to your feelings that you had for him.

Either way you didn’t want to protest or act as if you didn’t want to do anything with him. The way his eyes had burned through your body made your skin hot and made you want more of his touch on your body.

Levi’s fingers had traced over your bare skin, sliding down to slip the strap of your bra off your shoulder and a lump started to form in your throat as his eyes stayed on yours, never once looking away and you didn’t dare break the eye contact no matter how nervous you started to get.

He was swift when reaching around your back and unclipping your bra with no issue, feeling it drop and he slipped it off your arms and tossed it behind him in a blink of an eye. He wanted to take his time, with you at least. The feelings he had for you were more than enough to give him the boost of confidence to do the things he’s been wanting to do.

In an instant, his lips were back on yours and his body had moved over to hover over yours as he forced his tongue inside of your mouth, exploring the new space and taking over the dominance quite quickly but only because you didn’t bother, the amount of butterflies you felt roaming inside your stomach as your body ached for him more as each second passes by- you let him do whatever he wanted to do.

His chest pressed down on yours, one hand flat on the floor to hold himself up above you while his free hand had wrapped around your throat, giving it a gentle squeeze and suddenly his mouth was off of yours and peppering kisses along your jawline, his hair hanging down and tickling your skin.

The air around you was thick, between his kisses and the tension in the air- you were practically choking. You were frozen, your arms and legs numb and not just from the freezing cold weather that surrounded the cabin and outside of it- but Levi’s sudden actions, it had you complete stunned to the point where you couldn’t move.

The thought of this had ran through your head multiple times in the past but you were never brave enough to cross the line of ruining a friendship you admired so much. He’s your best friend, the only person you can truly count on and secretly- the both of you would dream of this moment and now that’s it’s happening, you’re stuck in place.

He had noticed your stale movements while kissing your neck and collarbone, his eyes flickering up towards you as he held his body up above yours, the worried look on his face like he had did something wrong, thinking this isn’t what you wanted.

“We don’t have to..” He started to say, not really knowing the right words to say. It grew awkward and you snapped out of your endless thoughts to meet his gaze.

Suddenly you felt stupid, you were too caught up in your own head and was too scared to embrace your feelings for him that you made him feel embarrassed for even thinking something like this would work.

“Levi, you’re the only person I’ve wanted to do this with.” You tried to assure him, leaning up and smashing your lips onto his.

Your small hands had trailed down his bare chest and suddenly he had gain somewhat of his confidence back, grabbing a hold of your hands and pinned them down against the floor, your fingers intertwining with his and his hips had firmly pressed against yours.

The swarm of butterflies and sparks that you felt made you want to freeze up again. You were never the type to be this bold, especially towards someone you’ve been in love with for years. You still had that mindset where you would be rejected by him even though his lips were molded into yours.

You tried to shove that anxiety out of your mind, feeling his hips roll into yours making a random moan fall from your lips and onto his. It was getting more than hot in this empty cabin, the feeling of his hard length pressed against you along with the only two fabrics of clothing you both wore- it was making your breath uneven and your kiss sloppy.

Levi had pulled back first, breathless and his eyes had stared down into yours, a small smile appearing on his lips and he had let go of one of your hands to cup your cheek, stroking it then grabbed onto your chin.

“You know how many times I’ve thought about this?” He mumbled, moving his fingers down your body and swiftly slipped your underwear down your legs, making your heart pound.

You shook your head, keeping your eyes on his while his fingertips tickled your inner thighs as he teasingly ran them up your leg, spreading them apart with his knee and unexpectedly rubbed just one finger through your folds, making you shudder under his touch.

“Every time I look at you, all I can think about is you underneath me...” He used two fingers to rub through your folds, a soft gasp leaving your lips.

“All the times I’ve thought about you late at night, taking all of me, moaning my name, making a mess all over my sheets..” His words had you already throbbing and he barely even touched you, his fingers teasing you.

“You drive me crazy without even trying.” His other hand grabbed onto your throat, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip and a smirk appeared on his face.

Suddenly he had his fingers at your entrance, just barely hovering over it and he could tell how impatient you were just by the way your hips were trying to grind against his fingers, you were already a mess underneath him and he hasn’t even began to start pleasing you the way he wanted to.

Levi tilted his head, leaning down to pepper a kiss on your jawline and leaned down towards your ear as your hands made their way around his back, nails already clawing at his skin and he let out a soft breath.

“Tch, I’ve barely touched you and you’re already a mess.” He taunted, a chuckle falling from his lips and it made you want to roll the both of you over and slap that smirk off his face- he was being too cocky, knowing how badly you wanted him.

“You’re being too cocky.” You scoffed under your breath, almost rolling your eyes and he raised his eyebrows in amusement as he stared down at you.

“I think I’m allowed to be.”

You hummed, a smile coming across your lips until he abruptly slipped both of his fingers inside of you, your mouth instantly parting open and another gasp slipped out.

The smirk on his face was evident, enjoying himself a little too much as he moved his fingers at a even pace, twisting them and using his free hand to rest beside your head to hold himself up.

He wanted to watch your facial expressions, wanting it to feed his ego, wanting to see just how much he can pleasure you, how good he can pleasure you. He was one cocky asshole but you couldn’t deny the fact he knew how to make you feel good.

Your back almost arched off the floor, wanting to move your hips up into his hand but he was quick to press your hips down with his free hand, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he tilted his head up at you.

“Do that again and I’ll have no choice but to stop and leave you here soaking wet.” He teased, the tip of his tongue sticking out and licking over his dry lips.

You wanted to protest, fight back or shoot him a dirty look but the way he looked right now, the way he was being so dominant with you- it was really turning you on and you wanted it to continue for the rest of the night.

But you still wanted to slap that cocky smirk off his face but it was worth the feeling of his fingers knuckles deep inside of you, making you clench around them and throw your head back against the blankets.

“Good girl.” He purred, sitting himself up on his knees and looked down at his fingers, watching himself finger fuck you.

He couldn’t resist, he wanted to pull his fingers out and fuck you into oblivion but he had to restrain himself, he wanted to enjoy this, enjoy you and the way your beautiful body laid out in front of him like this- the only light making your skin glow was the fire from the fireplace.

He sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, he was in awe of you and the position you were in. Your head back, your eyes closed and the effortless moans falling from yours lips was like music to his ears. He was so fascinated with you, so intrigued, so in love.

Levi’s mouth was practically drooling at the sight that he almost forgot he was thrusting his fingers inside of you until your moans had grown louder, knowing how close he was edging you to your orgasm.

He thought about it, should he let you cum around his fingers? He did want a good taste of you, he wanted to watch your face mix with pleasure as your legs tremble beneath him.

Gosh, he was thinking too much about you that he was close to almost cumming in his boxers. He shook his head at the thoughts, his eyes fully trained back onto you as he continued slamming his fingers inside your tight hole, using his other hand to rub circular motions on your clit.

“Levi.. I’m gonna,” You practically whined out, making his eyes shoot up to yours and he groaned under his breath.

“Cum on my fingers.” He praised you on, mumbling soft words like how you were beautiful to him.

He had watched your face scrunch up, the orgasm washing over you like a fresh shower, making your legs slightly tremble and your breathing started to get heavier. He licked his lips at the sight of you, he was hungry for you in ways he couldn’t even explain.

He was quick to take his fingers out once you were done and licked the cum off of them, humming at the taste of you. He was enjoying himself too much but he made sure you were enjoying the moment more.

Your cheeks were flushed as you tried to catch your breath, your eyes connecting with his hungry ones and he moved his fingers down to rub your sensitive core, making your legs close tightly but he forced them open.

“I’m not done with you yet, brat.” The nickname easily dripped off his tongue and it had made another throbbing sensation hit you.

He was quick to reach his hands down to his boxers, finally taking them off and freeing his length that was more than desperate to be let out. Your eyes couldn’t help but glance over his entire bare body as he was above you, your eyes trailing down and lump had formed in your throat.

The butterflies you felt was unexplainable. You couldn’t believe just how perfect he looked naked, it made you almost choke on the air around you.

His hand grabbing your chin made you snap out of your thoughts, your big eyes looking up at his and he softly pressed his lips on yours, the kiss was slow but your lips were still swollen from the rough makeout session you had moments ago before he had his fingers deep inside of you.

He was craving your touch so desperately, he was clingy and was more than horny but he wanted this kiss to be a lot more meaningful because he still loved you deeply.

He pulled back, his face hovering over yours while his nose brushed up against your own nose. He had given you a soft smile, his fingertips brushing over your soft skin and it made your heart swell.

Levi planted one more kiss on your lips, settling himself between your legs as he grabbed a firm hold of his length, teasingly rubbing his tip along your folds, his face still inches above yours before he slid himself in slowly but he didn’t hesitate to fill you up completely.

Your mouth parted open, another moan slipping off your tongue and he took the opportunity to spit inside of your mouth then molded your lips together in a heated kiss, mixing your tongues together.

All of this had sent you in a state of euphoria, almost seeing stars blur up your vision and your hips instantly moved up to meet his soft thrusts until he started to speed up his pace, pressing your body down into the floor.

He had kept his eyes on you, the sense of wanting to watch over your beautiful state and your expressions as he stimulated you. He was sure he would end up cumming just by the look of your face but he wanted this to be a lot more meaningful. He didn’t care about the sex, he wanted this to be about you.

He would do anything for you and he knew about the strong feelings you’ve had for him for well over a few years so that only pushed him to make you feel everything tonight. He could care less about orgasming, he could care less about pleasuring himself. He was so deeply in love with you that this, your first time with him, was something to remember.

“Fuck, go harder.” You barely managed to stumble out of your mouth, making his eyebrows furrow and stare down at you.

He had done what you said, his hips slamming into yours and the sounds of the fire cracking and both of your skins slapping together echoed through the empty cabin.

Your skin grew hot, your cheeks red and the intense pleasure you were feeling made your eyes water and your head ended up leaning back as your eyes fluttered shut, your nails clawing at his back, sure to leave scratches on his soft skin.

You could already feel yourself nearing your second orgasm, multiple profanities, whines and moans falling from your lips and when he felt your walls clench around him, he made sure to quicken his pace as much as he could, wanting to send you over the edge again.

“Are you going to cum for me a second time, brat?” He voice mumbled into your ear, his lips trailing sloppy kisses just below your ear and on your neck and you held onto his biceps tightly.

You slightly nodded your head, stuttering out a small ‘yes’ and he purposely sunk his teeth into your skin and it made you almost squeal, his large hand moving up to grab onto one of your breasts.

“Be a good girl and cum for daddy.” The dirty talking he was doing in your ear was working in his favor, it had made you wrap your legs around his torso, feeling him almost pull out of you completely just to thrust back into you roughly.

Your second orgasm had hit you like a train, your legs shaking uncontrollably and the way it had sent you in such a pleasured state, it made his orgasm hit him just about the same time.

Levi’s breathing was uneven, the sweat gathering up on his forehead made the small strands of hair to stick on his skin. He pulled out of you, sitting up on his knees as he looked over at your shaken state.

He had chuckled under his breath, placing a kiss on your forehead and stood up to go find a towel to clean you up. He wasn’t just going to leave you there sitting in a complete mess you both had made, he wasn’t that lazy.

When he returned, you had caught your breath and your eyes could barely stay open from how much he tired you out. You watched him clean you up with the towel, tossing it to the side when he was finished and got underneath the blankets, wrapping his arms around your naked body.

His lips peppered soft kisses on your face, pulling you into his chest and he sighed happily, brushing his fingers through your hair as you laid there almost half asleep, tangled up in his arms.

“I love you, you know.” You mumbled, tilting your head up to meet his gaze and he laughed a bit, nodding his head.

“Yes, I know.. I love you.”

Pls this is the longest Levi smut I’ve ever written. But I think it turned out so good wtffff

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Bullied | Riven imagines

Request: Hi! I LOVE your work, It makes me very happy! Could write something about the reader being a light fairy from earth on the second year, but she does some classes with the first cuz she was supposed to start before. So she and riven become friends and start dating, but the fairies are being mean to her and he does'nt know. The winx try to help but he founds out when he sees that that she's crying in the dining hall bc of comments about their relationship, her talent and origin and defends her.

A/N: I do not own this gif, All spelling mistakes are either because English is not my first language or because this hasn’t been beta read! I hope you enjoy!

You were a light fairy. You discorvered that last year and went to attend alfea. You were from the first world so finding out you were a fairy was really something, your family and friends didn’t believe you at first but when you showed them they had no other choice. Luckily, your parents were very supportive of you and you missed them dearly. Especially with how your life was like at the moment.

Because you were from the first world, you had missed some basic first year classes that you had to take now, even though you were in your second year. You didn’t mind it that much at first, because you wanted to learn how to control your powers. Being a second years did have some perks, such as being in the same year as Riven. You had met Riven at orientation last year and the two of you hit it off right away, and soon after the two of you started dating.

He was actually a really great boyfriend and you liked him a lot. But there was one thing you couldn’t even tell him. Not everything was bad about taking classes with the first years. You made some friends who were really lovely and you really did learn more about your powers, sadly enough you were still struggeling a bit. Which wasn’t weird because you had just learned about your powers a year ago, instead of knowing about them all your life. You really enjoyed talking to Bloom because she understood the struggle,

However there was one thing very bad about having class with the first years, the little group of mean girls who’s mission seemed to destroy you and your self-asteem. You weren’t overly confident but you had been happy with your self so far, but these girls really teared you down. The winx (your new friends) really tried to help you but they couldn’t help you all the time. These girls bullied you for everything; the way you looked, you coming from earth, you being bad with your powers and even about Riven, saying how he was just using you and he would change you in for someone new soon.

It was really getting much, you didn’t want to tell Riven because you didn’t want to worry him. Riven was very sweet but he could be a little overprotective some times and you didn’t really want that to happen, besides what if those girls were right? You had just finished another class where you couldn’t control your powers completely. Nomally, you wouldn’t really mind knowing that it would come eventually but not today.

You could still hear them at the back in your head ‘’That earth girl seriously sucks, what is she even doing here?’’ the others snickering ‘’I have no clue, but that outfit suggests she should get back into her time machine and leave’’ the other girls laughing again ‘’I really don’t know what Riven sees in her, she’s useless’’ It had all gotten too much, and you ran out of the room, Bloom and Terra following you right away.

You found a place in the back of the dining hall and burst out into tears, all of the things they had been saying, for so long they had all really gotten to you. The only thing you forgot was that Riven always had lunch break during this hour, and when he saw you with Bloom and Terra, crying your eyes out he felt a fire deep within him burning. You being sad was the worst thing that could happen to him, and it broke his heart to see you like this.

‘‘Y/n?’‘ You looked up when you heard Riven’s voice. You were tired of not telling him anymore, so when he sat down and asked you what was going on, you just told him everything. ‘‘Y/n, love why didn’t you tell me sooner?’‘ Bloom and Terra gave the two of you some space to talk and Riven sat next to you. His arm was wrapped around you while you sobbed into his shoulder. ‘‘I-I didn’t wa-ant y-you to worry’‘ you managed to get out and he cupped your face. ‘‘Baby, you know I love you, I got you, you can tell me everything’‘ you gave him a sad smile ‘‘Sorry for not telling you’‘ He kissed your forehead ‘‘Don’t apologize, I’m making this right’‘

You had told them who the girls were and he had seen them coming into the dining hall. He rose from his seat and you followed him with your eyes as he walked to the table the girls were sitting at. He sat down with a smile ‘’Hey girls’’ they all smiled back at him ‘’Hey’’ one of them said with a flirty smile. ‘’You’re in y/n’s class right?’’ He asked them sweetly, still playing nice. The girls nodded, getting a little confused already. ‘’Good. You’re going to leave her the fuck alone. If you as much as look at her, I will hunt you down and god you have no idea what I’m capable of’’ He rose from his seat again ‘’Did I make myself clear?’’ the girls nodded hastily, too embarrassed to reply. ‘’Great’’ He grinned widely ‘’Enjoy your lunch’’ He said as he pushed their trays off of the table and got back to you.

He sat down next to you again. ‘’If they ever bother you again, please let me know’’ You nodded and he gave you a kiss ‘’I never want to see you sad again baby, and I promise that they were only saying those things because they are jealous of you. You are amazing and I never want you to forget it’’ You pulled him into a hug and he kissed the top of your head ‘’Don’t you ever forget it love’’

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— delicacy.

juliet’s masterlist

note: words in bold are spoken in english

set in late april, 2021

summary: in which juliet makes lets dino try an australian delicacy for the first time.

a/n: idk where this idea came from but i’m not regretting it one bit bc i think this came out pretty cute 👉👈 also this gif 💔 god i’m not your strongest soldier

“Wait, how many of them are home?”

Juliet’s hand, outstretched and holding the key to their dorms, pauses as she turns to look at Chan, noting how he has gotten even more nervous since they got into the elevator.

“Not all, some of them are still at the company,” she reassures. With her free hand, she reaches for one of his, though it’s not easy with the bags of takeout he’s holding. “Besides, you’re our senior! If anyone should be nervous, it’s them,” she jokes.

“Wrong,” Chan says sulkily as she turns away briefly to unlock the front door. “When we’re at work, then maybe. But now I’m your boyfriend, not their senior, so it’s different.”

“You’re right,” Juliet agrees, as they step in and remove their shoes. She looks around the common space to find it empty. “But they like you a lot already, so there’s no need to worry. See? No one’s here—”

As if on cue, they hear one of the bedroom doors open, and Yunho walks into the living room seconds later. “Oh, hi!” he says cheerfully when he sees Juliet and Chan by the front door. “Just make yourself at home!”

“Where are you going?” Juliet asks, setting the takeout bags on the kitchen counter while she watches him put on his sneakers. Next to her, Chan takes off his mask before washing his hands at the sink.

“They sent me to go get food.”

“Who’s ‘they’?”

“Yeosangie, Wooyoungie and Jongho.”

“Why not just choose the delivery option?”

Yunho smiles bashfully. “Because we’re idiots and forgot.”

This earns a small snort from Juliet. “Okay, fair enough. Be safe!” she calls out as Yunho heads out with a wave. She turns back to Chan with a grin. “See? That wasn’t so bad, right?”

“Yeah... just seven more to go. Then again, you had to meet all twelve of them at once,” he says with a small smile, referring to his own members. “So it can’t be worse than that.”

“That’s the spirit!” she cheers, beaming at him before she grabs the bags and moves them to the dining table.

Juliet is in the middle of laying out all the takeout boxes when she hears him ask, “Uh... what’s this?”

She turns around to see Chan fiddling with the iconic yellow jar as he attempts to read the English labels. “Vegemite. Have you had it before?”

“It’s the Australian spread, right?” Juliet nods. “I think I’ve seen it before when we were on tour in Australia years ago, but I didn’t try it.”

“Do you want to?”

What was Chan supposed to do? Say no to those eyes? When they’re now ten times more sparkly?

He watches adoringly as she eagerly grabs two slices of bread from the counter and practically skips over to the toaster, popping the bread in before leaning over the machine in favour of glaring at it intensely.

“Is that gonna make them toast quicker?”

“Oh, shush,” she says, rolling her eyes at his teasing. “Come over and help me.”

“Help you... watch the toaster?” He’s already behind her despite the skepticism in his tone, arms wrapping securely around her waist and chin coming down to rest on her shoulder.

The two stand in comfortable silence for several moments as they continue to gaze at the machine. Nothing happens other than the smell of toasted bread beginning to waft through the air.

“Still think staring at it makes it work faster?”

Juliet makes a tiny humph sound. “This toaster is an exception.”

“Mhm, sure,” Chan mumbles against the fabric of her sweater, “whatever you say.”

She cranes her neck to throw him a halfhearted glare. “You can go get the butter from the fridge if you’re so impatient.”

“No, I like it here.”

“Then don’t—shit!” Juliet yelps, flinching in his hold when the toast suddenly pops up with a loud clunk. Her cheeks flush pink when Chan starts laughing, and she wriggles out of his arms to grab a butter knife. “Stop laughing at me!” she whines, throwing open the refrigerator doors in search of the butter.

“Sorry, you’re just adorable,” he says, putting the toast on a plate before following her to the dining table.

Juliet shakes her head in mock exasperation at him, spreading a thin layer of butter onto both slices before doing the same with the vegemite when at that exact moment, Yeosang and Wooyoung walk by them.

The former wrinkles his nose when he notices what she’s doing. “Your boyfriend comes over for the first time and you’re giving him... vegemite?” he teases.

“What is that supposed to mean, Kang Yeosang? Also, we’re obviously not having vegemite toast for dinner,” Juliet defends, gesturing to the food on the table. “We bought takeout. I’m just letting him try it.”

Wooyoung snorts. “Blink twice if you need help.”

Chan glances at Juliet, now slightly concerned. “Is it really that bad?”

Yeosang grabs a bottle of juice from the fridge and pours some into a cup. “It’s the only food in the house that no one other than her touches, and we literally eat everything else. Do what you will with that information.”

She gasps, scandalised. “Excuse me, Seonghwa-oppa said he likes it!”

“Trust me,” Wooyoung interjects playfully, “he wouldn’t be saying the same if any other one of us offered it to him. He only said it because it’s you.”

“Whatever, I’m not standing for this vegemite slander,” Juliet huffs, shooing the two boys away. “Enjoy having no taste.”

Wooyoung flicks her forehead lightly before pulling Yeosang along with him, nearly causing the older boy to spill his drink. “Have fun, lovebirds!” he yells over his shoulder. “But not too much fun!”

Juliet turns back to Chan with an unimpressed expression. “You see what I have to put up with?”

He grins in response. “Maknae struggles.”

“Maknae struggles,” she agrees, holding a piece of the toast to his lips. “Well, bon appétit.”

Somewhat warily, Chan takes a bite and proceeds to chew slowly, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar taste. Juliet peers at his expression in an attempt to gauge what he’s thinking.

He swallows. “It’s good.”

“Liar,” Juliet says affectionately. “You don’t like it, do you?”

He grins sheepishly. “Okay, you got me. Not that it’s disgusting, it’s just... not bad... but not good.”

“You’re so cute,” she says, pinching his cheek gently. “You don’t have to finish it, by the way, I’ll eat it later after we finish our food.” Then she remembers something. “Wait, I have something for you in my room.”

“You can just grab it after dinner.”

But she’s already out of her seat and halfway down the hall. “No, I’ll forget later! I’ll be back in a few seconds!”

A few seconds turns into minutes as she rummages through her overflowing closet whilst grumbling to herself, the fact that she left Chan defenceless in the living room completely slipping her mind. She’s not a disorganised person, especially when it comes to her clothes and closet organisation, so she blames their hectic schedule for its current state.

Eventually, she finds his lavender hoodie squished between two of her own, and heads back to the dining room when she sees—

“Choi Jongho, what are you doing?”

He turns away from Chan to smile at her innocently, wholly unaffected by her narrowed eyes. “Nothing.”

“That didn’t look like nothing.”

“Oh, would you look at the time,” Jongho says, looking down at the imaginary watch on his wrist. “I gotta go feed my pet fish. See you!” And with that, he disappears back into his room as quickly as he had appeared.

They don’t have a pet fish.

Sighing, Juliet sits back down next to Chan. “Sorry about that, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry,” he reassures with a soft smile. “He was very sweet, though he did give me a friendly reminder to never hurt you. But I don’t mind, it just shows that he cares about you a lot.”

She returns the smile. “Yeah... he does. They all do. By the way, here’s the hoodie I borrowed from you last time,” she says, holding out the folded garment. “It’s washed and everything.”

Chan grins, setting it down on a spare chair. “Honestly, I didn’t expect to see it again when I gave it to you.”

“Excuse you, I’m not a thief! But... does this mean I can have it?”

a/n: okay so a few years ago i went on a study tour to australia and the host family my friend and i were staying with let us try some and we both thought it was pretty good ahjshwjs 🤩

i hope you guys like the fluff in this update bc this is the calm before the storm hehehe 👉👈 anyways gn besties lemme know what you think of this 🥺💗 thank you for reading and i hope you’re doing well!!

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