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semisgroupie · 4 months

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A FRIENDLY NEIGHBOR

pervert!karasu tabito x fem. reader

wc: 2.1k

warnings: noncon filming, slight stalking (kind of), unprotected sex, creampie, manhandling, thigh humping, spanking, praise, degradation, strength kink (kind of)

synopsis: he’s just doing the neighborly thing

a/n: this was requested by @qichun for my perverts make the world go ‘round event remake!

Karasu felt bad for this front that he held up whenever you were around.

Actually, he didn’t feel bad at all. He honestly enjoyed it a lot more than he should have.

He loved seeing the look on your face when he would ‘magically’ appear to help you with heavy groceries after you had been struggling with bringing them up the stairs to your floor. He had been behind you the whole time, fighting off a boner as he heard your little grunts and groans as you went up each step. But you would never know that, he was honestly surprised that you’ve never caught on. He kept track of the days you went grocery shopping, always in the middle of the month, then little trips here and there and you always bought in bulk. Maybe you did it on purpose. Maybe you wanted him to come by and help you out. Maybe you did catch on but wanted to play stupid. But he couldn’t let his mind wander too far with frivolous thoughts.

His favorite thing that he ever did was slip some hidden cameras along your apartment when you asked him over to help you hang up some paintings and photos you had. It was pretty easy to do and you were never suspicious of it. He had a full view of your apartment and he could see everything you did there. Especially when you couldn’t fight off the urge to touch yourself, it was like you put on a special show just for him. He even saved little clips of you onto his laptop for whenever he had to go away for a game, he always watched you. It only fueled his fantasies and made him wish he upgraded the cameras he got. If only he got the more high tech ones, then he could really hear what name you moaned when you touched yourself or hear the slick noises as you fucked yourself. Did you wish it was his cock or fingers inside you?

He wanted to feel bad, he really did. But you just made it too easy for him to do things like this to you, it just made him want to do more, see how perverse he could really get. He just had to wait for the perfect moment to make a move.

Or maybe you were going to open the door for a perfect opportunity.

He was in his apartment, pouring some chips into a bowl so he could have a snack while he watched a new show Otoya told him all about, when he heard a frantic knock at his door. He set down everything and rushed over to the door, opening it up to see you, only in a towel. His eyes widened at the sight and you looked at him. “I’m so sorry to bother you but I really need your help, Tabito.” He nodded and followed you into your apartment, watching some water droplets cascade along any inch of skin that wasn’t covered by your towel.

You closed your apartment door and moved closer to the bathroom before stopping completely. “There’s this weird looking bug in there and it’s really freaking me out!” He had to bite back his laughter as he nodded. This was just perfect, you clad in only a towel crying for his help was only something he fantasized about and now it’s his wildest dreams coming true. “I’ll get it out for you, don’t worry.”

He smiled and walked into the bathroom, you followed behind him and only peeked your head in to watch him. It took him a few minutes and he finally came out with his hands cupped together. You moved out of the way and he walked over to an open window and let the little creature out before turning back to you. “It was just a little centipede but I understand, those things get a little creepy looking sometimes especially when you least expect them.” You let out a sigh of relief and walked over to him, wrapping your arms around him to hug him. “Thank you, Tabito.”

He hugged you back and lowered his head to smell your hair, the scent of your shampoo filled his nose. It only took you a quick moment to pull away, as you were still clad in only a towel. Heat spread across your face and you looked at him with wide eyes, “I’m sorry. I should put clothes on and then I can make you some food as a thank you.” You adjusted your towel slightly before turning around and before you could take your first step he gripped your wrist and pulled you back around to him.

“You know, I really have to watch my diet for my games. I think there could be another way for you to thank me.” He released your wrist and slowly moved his hand up your arm, his fingertips gently grazing your skin as he moved them up to your shoulder then your collarbone before he dropped his hand. Goosebumps coated your skin and your heart pounded. You couldn’t deny the fact that he was attractive and with all the times he helped you, you couldn’t help but develop a little crush on him. Now that he was finally here, you couldn’t let the opportunity slip.

You took your bottom lip between your teeth and brought your hands up to remove your towel from your body, letting it drop to the floor while your nude body was completely on display for him. His eyes moved along your body with a predatory gaze, “fuck, I’d never thought I’d be able to see you this close.” He moved his hands out to your hips and pulled you close to him, he leaned in and smashed his lips against yours. You brought your hands up to his shoulders and his hands moved back to your ass, gripping handfuls of the flesh roughly.

The action made you moan and whine against his lips and he wanted, no, he craved more from you. He leaned in more and slipped his tongue into your mouth while he moved his hands lower, hooking them along the back of your thighs before lifting you up. He never broke the kiss and you moved your hands up to lightly tug on his locks as he brought you to your couch and sat down, adjusting you to straddle him. Heat and need coursed through your body with how easily he handled you.

He groaned against your lips as you started to grind your hips against him. The fabric of his sweatpants gave you the perfect stimulation you needed and you couldn’t stop yourself as you moved against him. He broke the kiss and bit his bottom lip as he watched you grind against his growing hard on. “Why don’t you straddle one of my thighs if you want to get off like a needy slut?” He held onto your hips and lifted you to straddle one of his thighs then started to move you against him. He flexed his thigh and it caught your sensitive clit, making you gasp and whine his name.

He was thankful that he had the cameras splayed along your living room, he could relive this moment from all different angles. You leaned in and buried your face in the crook of his neck, moaning and nipping at the sensitive skin there as you humped his thigh. His hands moved along your body, one hand moving to your front to pinch your nipples and his other hand moved to grip and spank your ass. Loud smacks and slaps reverberated through the living room and mixed with your yelps and moans of pleasure. His cock twitched more and more, he felt like he could cum with just the sounds of your whines and whimpers.

You held onto his shirt tightly before you slowly lifted your head from his neck. Your pupils blown wide with lust and need. “Tabito, please fuck me. I want you inside me so badly.” Your hips still moved along his thigh at a frantic pace, still trying to get that delicious release. “Yeah? But you’re still humping my thigh like a little bitch in heat, it’s just so cute. If you really want my cock then you have to stop moving your hips.” A pout formed on your lips and you finally slowed your hips. He lifted you off his thigh and laid you down on your couch.

He glanced down quickly and saw the large wet spot on his sweatpants. He quickly shed them and his shirt, showing you his toned body and he moved between your thighs. Now that he finally had you like this, he didn’t know what position he wanted to fuck you in. He licked his dry lips and gripped your legs, putting them over his shoulders as he lined his cock with your entrance. He dragged the tip through your wet folds and turned his head to press a kiss to your ankle before pushing in.

You felt heavenly around him and he couldn’t keep his eyes off your pussy, watching how you stretched around his cock. He was completely entranced as he continued to push into you until he was balls deep. He took his bottom lip between his teeth and started to thrust, bottoming out each time he pushed back into you. A creamy ring formed around the base of his cock and he finally tore his eyes away to watch your body as he fucked you then finally moved his eyes to your face. Looking at how blissed out you were, it was an expression he had seen hundreds of times since he placed the cameras in your apartment but experiencing it firsthand and knowing that he was the direct cause of it made him feel even better.

“This is so much better than watching you through a fucking screen. It could never capture your true beauty like this. Getting to hear and see you like this makes me so fucking hard. I won’t be able to get enough of you after this. We’ll just need to keep doing this, indulging in each other and our fantasies. We’ll never have our fill of each other, it’ll be impossible.” The words kept pouring from his lips along with shaky breaths and groans.

It was like he was drunk off of you and you were drunk off of pleasure. He looked at the empty look in your eyes and brought his fingers down to your clit, rubbing and slapping the sensitive bundle of nerves. That made you arch your back off the couch and made you tighten around him. He knew you were close, you didn’t have to say that and he was right behind you. His cock twitched inside you and his balls swelled and tightened, begging for release but he wouldn’t, not just yet.

He drilled his cock into you harder, his heavy balls slapped against the curve of your ass with each hard thrust. “T-Tabito, ‘m gonna cum.” He continued to slap and pinch your clit and moved his free hand to grip your face. “Look at me when you cum. I want to watch you fall apart from my cock, not from some plastic toy that couldn’t even come close to me.” He groaned out his words and you finally came undone. You shut your eyes as your release washed over you. You clenched around him tightly and your body trembled underneath his as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. He thrusted a few more times before his hips stuttered and he started to fill you with cum.

He moved your legs down on either side of his hips and he hooked his arms around you to lift you up onto him as he laid back down. He rubbed your back and kissed your forehead then reached over to pull the blanket that was draped over your couch to cover you both. He didn’t want to pull out of you, not yet. He wanted to enjoy you for as long as he could, then he’ll enjoy you again when he’s in the privacy of his own bedroom, rewatching what just went down between you two. He’ll have a new folder to create for all the little sex tapes that he’s going to make.

He really had to thank his past self for putting up the cameras throughout your apartment. But maybe he’ll replace them soon, for ones with better quality and sound. Just so he could have better videos to save for his private viewing.

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iwannasuckyourmonstercock · 7 months

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Never too much

TW: Sugar Daddy Hongjoong, smut, degradation, feelings at the end and a bit of dark obsessive Hongjoong

First Dior, than Prada, after that came Gucci and last but not least Chanel.

It was the usual routine you took on your shopping day. At some point it was getting exhausting so you also had a quick stop to grab a coffee or a coke - which was really necessary most times.

The man that paid for those weekly shopping tours would be evaluating the things you had bought at the end of the day.

He made your life better in ever aspect. First of all he had given you a black card. Honestly you could buy a whole mansion and he wouldn’t complain as long as it was good enough in his opinion. But you wouldn’t do that. You paid your rent with it, your groceries, the stuff you needed for university and last but not least the expensive clothing that he expected you to wear for him every week.

And you knew not to disappoint him.

“Hmm… Turn around again.” He said, arms crossed as he sat in front of you.

You let out a small sigh but still complied. The last thing you wanted was to piss him off.

“The shoes fit you perfectly. You know I love Stilettos and the color is very complimenting to your skin.” He praised you softly and a smile crept in your face.

God, pleasing him felt way too good.

“But the dress is trash. I don’t like how it is made. The fabric looks so cheap and it is way too short. Are you a slut or what? It’s such a waste of money.” He than said with a click of his tongue as he finally stood up. “Look at me.”

Oh no. You honestly thought the dress was super cute. It was black, had a lot of lace and the straps had cute bows. It was simple but still nice

Slowly you lifted your gaze from the floor to meet his hard gaze. With calculating steps he crept closer to you.

“Mr. Kim, I thought you’d like it… you said you love my thighs so I didn’t want to-“

“Did I ask? It’s sweet that you tried to please me but I wanted to take you out for dinner tonight. Which is something I clearly can’t do anymore now.”

Your heart stopped for a second and you bit your lip. He wanted to take you out for dinner? Hongjoong hadn’t been in public with you yet. Every single one of your meetings had been in private. And he had stated in the beginning that he wanted to keep it that way. Hell, he even made you sign a stupid contract that you wouldn’t tell the public about you two.

And honestly it was more than fine for you. You’d buy pretty clothes, wear them for him and he’d blow your back out. Than you could live your lavish life for another week before you’d meet him again.

You opened your mouth to say something but he shushed you with his finger. Hongjoong was dangerously close to you by now.

“But you don’t want that, right? Rather be treated like a cheap slut and than go out and have dinner with other guys, huh?” He asked, his hand cupping your chin now as he pulled you closer.

“I saw you. Don’t think you can go around and sleep with others and I won’t know it. I know everything and I see everything.”

His words were dangerous and you gulped.

Of course you knew what this whole scene was about. When you went out for dinner for your friends birthday. Wooyoung had always been a very good friend and you wanted to treat him a little. And you could do so with the little black card the man in front of you had given to you. Conveniently Hongjoong had a business meeting that day in the very same restaurant you had taken Wooyoung to. But you thought it didn’t bother him as he had just texted you to enjoy your meal.

Honestly you couldn’t even be mad that he was accusing you of sleeping with Wooyoung now. Your friend was very touchy and you knew it.

To be fair, there were some weak and drunken moments were you two started making out. But it never went anywhere and neither of you had any romantic feelings for the other. And after being with Hongjoong you wouldn’t even need to have any other man besides him. Nor did you have the time for that.

“Probably even paid for that damn meal with my money. The audacity you have is incredible.” He chuckled darkly. One of his hands found your hip now and the other your throat.

“It’s not like tha-“ you began but your words were silenced as he began to choke you a little.

“Spare your words. You won’t get out of that now. Get on your knees, sweetheart and I might be able to forgive you.” He spat and loosened his grip on you before he went to sit down on the couch again. He spread his legs and put his arms on the back of the couch.

No more words were exchanged but you didn’t need to know more. You quickly made your way to him before you got on your knees before him, your shoes still on. It hurt a little to sit like that with shoes on but it was okay. He liked the shoes after all.

You lifted your head and looked into his eyes, a soft pout on your lips. Your hands slowly slid down his thighs and you began to work on the zipper of his pants. His hand stopped yours and you noticed how his eyes softened a little.

“Color?” “Green, Sir.”

He nodded and let you continue, leaning back in relaxation. Your heart fluttered a little. No matter what he would do, always made sure that you were enjoying it as well and that it wasn’t too much for you.

“Don’t fucking tease. I’m irritated enough already.” He than told you harshly as he noticed how you were taking your sweet time with his pants.

You nodded and quickly worked to get his pants and his boxers down. Softly you bit your lip when you saw how hard he was already.

So after all he did like the dress, huh?

Your hand wrapped around the base of his dick as you slowly began kiss the head and started to kitten lick it.

“Don’t. Tease.” He breathed out now, his dick painfully hard by now already.

Quickly you wrapped your lips around him and flattened your tongue out before you began with sucking him off. It was never wise to push him too far but you still loved teasing him. Normally he would like that too but not today. Today he wanted you to do everything he told you - and teasing wasn’t something he told you to do.

His hand caressed your hair before he gripped it a little, holding it loosely. He didn’t want to force you down on his length - not yet.

So you did your best to please him, pulling every trick you knew. You hollowed your cheeks out, pushing your head down but only so much so you wouldn’t choke. With your hand you stroke the rest of his length that you couldn’t take into your mouth.

Hongjoong threw his head back, teeth biting his lip a little. The sight was really godly. You loved sucking him off until he came for you.

But you knew that wouldn’t occur tonight. Not when he was punishing you. As much as you wanted to deny it, it was hot how jealous he was. And also… reassuring?

You couldn’t deny the feelings that had bubbles up whenever you two would cuddle after an intense session. And you also couldn’t deny that the talks you had after were deeper than what his silly contract had foreseen.

Your train of thoughts was interrupted as Hongjoong pulled on your hair, reminding you of the work you had to do.

Normally he loved using you (and you loved being used) but today he just laid back, enjoying the sight in front of him as much as you enjoyed the sight in front of you.

Eagerly you continued sucking him off - until he suddenly pulled you off, shaking his head.

“This won’t do. Dolly, I can’t keep looking at this dress.” He said, before leaning down and ripping it right at the front before ripping it completely off of you.

“Much better. At least your choice of underwear is good.” He grinned, spreading his legs a bit now.

“Over the table, dolly.” He than ordered and you were quick to obey.

Your upper body was bend over the small table in front of the couch while you were still kneeling. Than you pushed your butt out a little for him, thinking that you’ll get what you wanted all along.

“A-h! Sir!” You yelped when a harsh slap was delivered to your bottom.

Hongjoong just chuckled before raising his hand again and slapping it once again.

“You should see how you look from here. You look like the desperate little slut you are.” He snickered before giving you five more slaps.

Your bottom was red by now and tears were running down your cheeks. The rings he always wore were no joke when he was in a mood like that.

“H-urts…” you whimpered when you felt another slap.

“I know. My heart hurt too when I saw you going around with that silly boy. But he could never satisfy you the way I do, huh? Because a little dolly like you needs a man, right?” He asked you with a small pout.

“Y-es, yes sir! I need you and I only want you!” You confessed to him. “Please now… please…”

“Please now, please… you sound so fucking pathetic.” He snorted but pushed your panty to the side.

A gasp left your lips when he pushed two fingers inside. You didn’t even realize how horny the blowjob you had given him had left you. But he was quick to add a third finger, leaving you a moaning mess in front of him.

A smirk formed in his devilish handsome face and he shook his head. With his fingers he kept set a rather fast pace, scissoring his fingers to stretch you out a little.

“Already falling apart from my fingers, huh?” He chuckled.

Oh, how he loved it. How little effort he had to put up just to see you fall apart for him. He did exactly what it needed for you to be turned into a mess and it was exactly what he needed tonight.

But he didn’t have much patience tonight, rather quickly pulling his fingers out just for you to push your bottom to him and whining about the loss.

“Need you to fill me up, sir… please!”

Hongjoong nodded, holding your hips with one hand and taking the other to spread your lips apart so he could push in easier.

As he bottomed out the both of you let out a moan.

“Tight little slut…” he mumbled, closing his eyes. For a moment he stayed still, giving you time to adjust to his length. At least that’s what he would say. In reality he was still sensitive from the blowjob and had to give himself time so he wouldn’t immediately come.

He spread soft kisses on your neck, loving the soft feeling against his lips.

Than he started moving, starting off with slow but powerful thrusts.

The room was filled with filthy sounds of skin slapping on skin and your sinful moans. He didn't show any mercy, using your body to get rid of his frustration.

And you let him. Gladly, with how good he was making you feel. His cock was filling you up perfectly, his tip was rubbing against the spot that made your head feel dizzy and that only he was able to reach. "Enjoying your punishment a little too much?" he asked with a huff.

He stopped for a moment and grabbed a pillow from the couch, placing it in front of you and pressing your face right into it. Your makeup would probably leave stains but he didn't care. Than he grabbed your hands and pulled them behind your back, holding them there with one hand. "If you enjoy it that much than I should think about making you my little toy. I'd keep you around me all the time and fuck you whenever I like. Or use your cute little pussy to keep my dick warm. How would you like that?" he asked you and let out a dark chuckle as he could feel your walls tighten around him. "Of course you like it, my cute little whore." His degrading words always sent tingles straight to your lower body. At first you didn't want to admit it but by now you have come to terms with it. Why deny yourself the pleasure? Especially when you knew that he didn't mean it.

Soft moans left your lips as he delivered another slap to your cheek, pulling your hair so you had to look at him.

“I’m gonna invite that fucking *boy* and show him how I treat you. Bet his eyes would fall out when he sees you come, cause he never even got close to get you to, hmh?” He grinned, grabbing your face in his hand while leaning forward and kissing you roughly, his tongue driving into your open mouth.

Tears were falling out of your eyes at this point. As he kissed you he stilled inside of you, his cockhead pushing right against that sweet spot that always felt *so good* when he brushed against it. You knew he did that on purpose.

Hongjoong let you go, smirking as he saw drool running down your mouth. He pushed your head into the table again, admiring the way your ass was stuck out for him, bouncing every time he thrusted inside.

One of his arms snaked around your torso, quickly finding your clit as he rubbed it just the way that had your legs shaking.

“I-I’m gonna come! D-addy please!” You begged him, making him chuckle.

“You think you deserve it? After being such a slut? You’re so greedy, really. But I won’t let you. It seems I’ve been too good to you and what did I earn through that? A whore that lets other men that don’t even give her half of what I do fuck her? Tell me, am I not enough?” He asked, his hand removed from your clit now and his cock stilled inside you.

A whine left your lips. You had been so close! Slowly you pushed your ass back and forth in him, desperately trying to come.

“N-o… Daddy, you’re everything I need please! I’d never let another man touch me, I’m only yours so please… fuck me…” you assured him, whining as he began to thrust into you lazily again, holding your hips to keep you from moving anymore.

Your words assured him a little. Hongjoong knew he was a man that could have every woman he wanted. But as much as he wanted to deny it - he had gotten quiet fond of you. And while he knew it wasn’t fair he still wanted you all to himself. He wanted you to only think of him, only talk to him and only be with him.

Sometimes he had even thought about moving you in with him - but he knew it would scare you. It would make you run away. He knew you stayed for the money, and for the sex.

But it assured him that you said you were his. And it *turned him on too*.

“Yes, You’re right. You’re only *my* slut to fuck. Only *my* little dolly. No one else can touch you.” He growled, slapping your ass again to watch it jiggle as he picked up his pace.

His hips thrusted into you in an insane speed, making you let your head fall down on your arms and moan out for him.

“Yes! Yes! Only yours! Please, let me come…!” You cried out, not able to take another ruined orgasm tonight.

Hongjoong hummed, his fingers again starting to work on your clit, alternating from rubbing small circles to just directly rub on it back and forth.

“Cream my cock. Come on. Want to feel my dolly clench around me.” He whispered into your ear.

It didn’t take more for you to let go, coming hard on his cock while he fucked you through it.

As he felt your tight walls clench around him he came too - pushing deep into you and spilling his seed inside you.

Slowly he pulled out, watching as his come dribbled out before he collected it with his fingers, pushing it right back in. Maybe it would finally knock you up and he could keep you forever? He would do everything just to keep you after all.

“My little slut…” he mumbled, softly rubbing your sore ass.

A whine left your lips as he pulled his fingers out of your overstimulated pussy again. You looked back, only to see the delicious sight of him cleaning his finger with his mouth.

“I’ll get a towel, wait a minute.” He told you softly, a fond smile on his lips as he came back not much later with a wet towel. He cleaned your pussy up, before picking you up.

“Was i too rough? Your ass is so red…” he told you, a little worried.

You shook your head, your arms wrapping around his neck and nuzzling into his shoulder.

“No, was really good…” you mumbled.

Hongjoong helped you shower, before dressing you in one of his shirts and wrapping you in his blanket and giving you some water.

“So you are jealous?” You asked softly, making Hongjoong avoid your eyes.

“I’m…” he gulped.

He was. Because he fucking cared. If he would ever be man enough to tell you? To just really take you out on a proper date instead of just fucking you in every spot in his expensive apartment? Maybe one day.

After all you were his inspiration. And he couldn’t deny that the dark thoughts he had sometimes were rooted in feelings he had for you.

But the words wouldn’t leave his lips so he only shook his head.

You knew something was wrong but decided not to push it. The arrangement was nice at it was after all - and he had made it clear from the start that he didn’t like you sleeping with other guys as he was afraid of STIs or STDs. Which was fair.

So you just laid in his arms, closing your eyes.

Maybe one day you’d be able to break this off - to save your heart. A man like him could never love you after all. He had made that clear from the start.

So you both just enjoyed the silence, wondering if you would ever have the courage to act on the feelings you had for each other - or the courage to break it off.

But for now you were both too scared to act on it.

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yongislong · 2 years

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intimate moments + dreamies.

wc: IDKKK GAH genre: fluff/domestic/suggestive?/angst???/established relationships nonidol!dreamies/always self-indulgent lol

cw/note: no cws i dont think! count how many mf times i mentioned studying in this LMAO :| v long, i went overboard EEK enojoy!!!

mark... back rubs. he screams back rubs to me idk. like back rubs but also if you're stressed, he gives such good like upper back and shoulder massages like HELLO. the best part is he doesn't even really know he does it. its like those videos of him fixing hyucks posture, it comes so naturally to him. it almost relaxes him too, to just have you sit on a cushion in the floor in between his calves, while he dangles his legs over the sides of your arms and gives you the most earth shattering shoulder rub you've ever had, he finds comfort in your comfort and lets out all his stresses on your back as well lol. reserved for quiet moments, like usually when you're on the floor studying and he senses you both need a break or you're both watching a movie on the couch and he sets a pillow on the floor and you're already in position bc you've gone through the motions so many times lol. but sometimes he'll just rub your shoulders or neck while you're both just... shopping, cooking, walking, or while mark is waiting for his turn to play while watching chenle shoot a basketball with yangyang. v soft and nice, ur posture and shoulders feel better than ever (even ur lower back like he will dig his knuckles into any place on your back its insane)

renjun... online shopping next to each other. ITS SO... ok hear me out. he's a material girl, therefore converting you into a material girl... its just nice like, using a bit of your hard earned money on nice things is just... nice! you'll sit next to each-other and put on y'all's favorite comfort cartoon and go to town on buying makeup, skincare, a bed for your shared bunny, sweaters, you name it. its like the modern day instances you see in movies where the married couple reads before they go to bed TT. every once in a while he'll start poking your upper thigh asking questions and showing you cute things he finds or maybe you mentioned a problem you had with your skin or something and he's showing you some skincare/makeup products he found that might work for you or just clothes he thinks will look good on you. its cute when you both share a computer as well and just browse together. makes for quality time and helps both of you guys gauge each-others tastes and def helps when planning gift ideas. its funny though how much he would shift positions though LMAO like one second he has his legs straight up in the air resting on the headboard with his phone over his face and next thing you know he's in fetal position or grabbing your ankles to pull your lower half over his thighs to prop his laptop up on your legs haha

jeno... crocheting. LIKE THINK ABOUT IT, this tall, lean man who's 40% veins and 60% just pure muscle LOVES to sit down and make little hats for you and your shared cats and its... like its insane. neither of you guys knew how to do it until you saw videos of people on tiktok making hats and little accessories for their pets, and it inspired you. the next time you go grocery shopping with jen, you sneak away to the craft section and snatch a crochet starter kit. when you bring it back to the cart, he looks at you a little questioningly but you give him a smile and he ruffles your hair and demands you to promise to teach him. now you have a box tucked under your bed filled with small hats you and jeno have made your cats the hats he's made you are in your closet hehe. you do this at least once every two weeks. you sit down and come to a consensus about what to make and you both begin rummaging through the different colored yarn. when jeno's hands get too tired, he's pulling you to lay in between his legs by grabbing the sides of your hips. he doesn't mind sitting in silence but... if you're there... he's so talkative. so much to the point where sometimes you have to stop because he's making you laugh or react so much that your hands are shaking a ton and you keep messing up which only makes you guys laugh even harder TT, picturing him laughing so much he tucks his head into your neck to muffle his sounds or wrapping his arms around your waist tighter every time you tell a good joke... gah

haechan... watching your show. not a show that you're in just a show you share LOL but to me... intimate moments with haechan are a lot more personal and emotional? idk why i think of him that way after you guys have a long talk or even sit in silence for a while and come to a mutual understanding that u both need movie time, the best way to end the night and stop the tears is watching both of ya'll's favorite show. it could be something that came out years ago or something you both wait to air every friday BUT it's just nice! it could also be a movie, but just washing away the bad day, or even ending a good day on a better note, it's a moment where nothing else matters. on his bed, with the biggest white comforter he could find, like 17 plushies, turning the lights off but having the room be lit by the golden hour lamp he has as well as any scattering lava lamps or light up trinkets he has like the heart shaped fairy lights you got him, 3-5 strawberry cake scented candles lit and its just UGHHHH. both of you are both fresh and showered with dewy faces from your skincare, hair and bangs being held up by matching bear headbands he bought. OHH and the show HAS to match the season. scoobydoo mystery incorporated to celebrate october 1st... uhm YEAH! anyways you share his laptop which is covered in stickers he had made of you and his friends or just like random stuff, his wallpaper is you, his profile picture for hbo max is you and his password is your name/his nickname for you as he snakes his arms over you, he lays his head on your chest and drapes one leg over your waist like a koala

jaemin... late night convenience store visits. jaemin seems like a night person! he lives such a quiet life to people that don't know him very well, just walking around being gorgeous and smiling softly to everyone. until he meets you and he feels like he can be himself and is encouraged to by someone other than the dreamies. sure he has the other neos but not everyone knows him like you and jeno do. as friends, you would notice him on social media late at night while you were scrolling as a break from studying. constantly posting aesthetic night pictures of him and his views at the park or random, weird looking snack he sees on his private snapchat story. now, he has you to go with! moments like this are used as breaks from studying or just 2 am cravings for pizza bites. you both talk about nothing or everything in these moments. he has an entire folder dedicated to pictures of you in his phone and almost 80% are in the 7/11 across the street. OHH and one time you went to japan on a study abroad together and he lost his mind because the late night stores there are so good and omg he freaked out about everything and about how pretty you looked under the lights, etc. best two months of his LIFE. now he posts pictures of you in his private story instead. the dreamies lose their minds every time he posts bc oh my gosh, he used to go alone and they were all so worried about him but little did they know he just loves to look around and stuff or sometimes he would just go in hopes that he would catch you bc the store is in the middle of both of yalls apartments and NOWW he has you!!!! and they adore you as well and you bring out the best in jae. ugh :")

chenle...getting ready together. every moment with you, to him, is intimate. but he loves seeing you evolve from the moment you wake up puffy and sleepy, to picking out your outfit, and doing your hair or makeup if you wear it and he loves see you in your element. its such a personal thing to get ready together because, its something that was once done alone, until you found each other and moved in together. playing an any winehouse vinyl and having the crackling noises and music be muffled by his high-pitched laughter when he tries to style your hair and does an awful job or when he tries to help you brush up your eyebrows and makes them into a weird shape like!!!! and oh my god he laughs so loud you would think he was watching the funniest stand up routine in the world like jesus TT you have to remind him through laughs and a hand to his mouth that you do in-fact live in a complex with other people lol. but in all seriousness you are letting him into your personal bubble!!! and aren't even mad/awkward with him because he's touching you like this!!! you trust him this much, especially considering he knows how much you value alone time and personal space or just... even letting anyone see you in your rawest form. ofc he's honored to help you get ready and aids in picking out your outfit for lecture or work if you actually wear the outfit he gets so smug and flirty but he's practically bright red. and vice versa!! he likes propping you up on the bathroom sink and letting you help him trim his brows, put pomade in his hair, put on his moisturizer while he cages your figure by putting his hands on the granite next to your thighs, which encourages you to link your ankles behind his back. TOOTHPASTE KISSES... need i say more!?

jisung... watching him dance. I KNOW OK, basic but i mean come on, he's incredible and its a big part of him yet he's kinda blissfully unaware but also cocky in a way where he will do some insane combo or move and everyone starts freaking out and he's just stops mid dance and looks around like o_0 and is so confused as to why... like he's just... he didn't think it was that big of a deal LMAO. but he started to have so much more assurance in himself especially once he starts inviting you to the studio with him. he begs you to come, it usually doesn't take much persuasion but you were mid task or studying lol and you're like... babe can i finish... and NO RESPONSE he just smirks and shuts your laptop and goes over to you and drapes you over his shoulder or police style drags you out of the room by caging you in with his long ass arms while dragging you out the door. when in the studio its kind of a toss up of what genre he does but he tends to always allocate a certain genre to a certain feeling that plagued him that week. if he's had a hard week, it gets a million times better once he see your eyes full of adoration though the mirror and he stops mid dance giggling and runs over to you and hides his faces in your criss-crossed lap babygirl agenda BUTT if he's had a good week or something positive happened, he LOVES to drag you to the mirror and show you what he's learning. whether you're bad or you dance as often as him, he's always enamored. on more chill days though you justdance battle it out on the giant flat screen tv tucked away in the corner. he reaches over to the nobs on the wall and the music is so loud, but not loud enough to muffle the laughter and thuds of both of you guys falling to the floor from cackling so hard yes his dance teacher is mad lol

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confiscatedpeaches · 8 months

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Hey!! Would you write William surprising reader with a stuffed animal they wanted really badly but couldn’t afford?

Like.. they went to the store and they saw it, got so excited but saw the price so they walked away from it sadly. William watched this happen and went back the next day to get it for them..🥹

tysm & I love your work!!🩷✨

Tysm!! 💕💕 This is such a cute idea omg. I definitely feel like that's something he would do for the reader. At least, my Afton would haha.

Minors can interact, but don't follow me please! Reader's gender is not specified.

TW: you will die of sweetness in this fluff fic /j (joking)

Reader's POV:

You we're doing some much needed grocery shopping with your boyfriend and partner William Afton. You could have gone alone, but he was always so much better at helping you get good deals. Unfortunately, you don't have a ton of cash laying around, so you needed all the savings you could get. It was a Friday afternoon, so it was busy and loud.

You pass by a toy isle when something catches your eye. Sitting there alone on the shelf, you see a large stuffed rabbit plushie. It's big enough to require both hands to carry it. Pressing your hands into it, it feels so soft and squishy. Very cuddle-able and absolutely you. It even smelled slightly sweet, like vanilla. Surely, you could spare this expense, right?

Wrong.

You check the price tag; $50. Damn. A little piece of your heart breaks off and shatters on the tile floor below. It is so cute and adorable, but you really can't afford it right now.

"Aw, that's so cute darling."

You turn, finding your boyfriend William standing behind you in the aisle. He's holding a small handcart full of groceries. You sigh.

"Yeah, it is. I really can't afford it right now though. Sucks but I just gotta let this one go."

He gave you a slight frown. You look deep into his captivating grey eyes. You weren't trying to beg him, but secretly you hoped he'd offer to buy it for you. He looks at the stuffed rabbit.

"I'm sorry love. Did you find everything else okay?"

Disappointment blooms within you. Of course, he shouldn't have to buy it for you, but it would have been a kind gesture. You nod.

"Mhmm yep."

"Good, let's go home and watch that movie you've been wanting to see."

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William's POV:

After the movie, y/n fell asleep on the couch next to him. It was a good film, even though you seemed a little sad the whole time. Looking down at you, he smiles to himself. You look so sweet and adorable like this. He slowly stands up, making sure not to disturb the sleeping cutie pie next to him.

Carefully, he places his arms under you and lifts you up. He carries you to your bed. He sets you down before tucking you in. After tiptoeing out of the room and quietly clicking the door shut, he grabs his car keys from the kitchen table. Discretely, he slips out of the house and into his car. He slowly pulls out of the driveway and turns to the direction of the store.

Once he got onto the highway, he drove as fast as he could; a little over the speed limit, but still safe. He needed to get there before they closed. He felt so sad seeing you earlier. Truthfully, he considered buying it for you right then and there, but he decided to make it a surprise instead. He knows how much little things like this mean to you. With any luck, the stuffed rabbit will still be there.

He pulls into the store parking lot. It's nearly empty, save for the cars of the employees most likely. It's 15 minutes 'til closing. Fortunately, he knew right where to go.

He walks past a few isles before turning down one. Sitting on the shelf was the stuffed rabbit. It was as if it were waiting just for you.

Perfect! He thought, and grabbed it.

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Reader's POV

Groggily, you stretch and open your eyes. Sunlight peaks through the curtains. A warm hand meets your head and pets you gently. You turn, and find William sitting on the bed next to you.

"Good morning." You mumble.

"Good morning love."

He has a big smile on his face, and you aren't sure why. He looks like he's been up for a while.

"How... How long have you been there?" You ask.

"Oh not long, but I decided to wake you up seeing that it's already 10:30."

His eyes look into yours. You watch him for a moment. His chest expands and retracts, the sunlight illuminating his form. He looks beautiful like this. God, you love this man. Looking down his sides, you realize his hands are behind his back. You move to look behind him, but he moves to block your vision.

"I have something for you." He says, answering your unasked question.

"Oh? What is it? Can I see?"

He shakes his head.

"Close your eyes love, and outstretch your arms."

You do as he says. Arms outstretched in front of you, you eagerly await his surprise. Something soft and squishy meets your finger tips, then hands. It's fairly large and smells faintly like vanilla. He couldn't have, could he?

"Open your eyes darling."

Opening your eyes, you're greeted by the large plush rabbit you wanted from the store yesterday.

"Will you didn't! Thank you so much!"

Wrapping your arms around it, you pull the stuffie into a tight hug and do a little happy dance. Pleased with your reaction, Will blushes and smiles even more.

"You're welcome love. I'm so glad you like it. Do you want to give it a name?"

"Of course I do! All stuffies need names silly!"

You already had the perfect name in mind.

#william afton x reader #william afton #william afton fluff

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borathae · 2 years

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“You recieve flowers from another boy and Jungkook doesn’t like that you do. He doesn’t like it at all.”

Pairing: husband!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, domestic Fluff, slight Smut

Warnings: jealous!Koo, whiney!Koo, dom!Reader, mommy kink, talks about cockwarming & edging, allusions to shower sex & sex on an office desk, listen this is cuter than one may think, the Fluff in here just hits right

Wordcount: 2.6k

a/n: this is just something short and sweet about the aaol!couple. I feel like this is 100% something Kook would do because he’s competitive like that :( haha please they are so adorable, I just wanna smooch them both 🥺💗

Jungkook had his free day today, playing house husband while you were busy with college. Normally the two of would have spend his free day together, going on dates and having way too much sex, but your midterms were coming up and you needed today to study with some of your classmates. Jungkook was very sad about it, but didn’t let it show because he wanted to be supportive. He knows how much you love studying and he would never want to be the reason why you failed your midterms. So he accepted his fate in silence and decided to be your helpful house husband (quite literally husband) for the day.

He cleaned every room in the penthouse thoroughly, did the laundry, stored said laundry away after folding it neatly, took care of your shared houseplants, went grocery shopping and then it was already time for him to start preparing dinner.

He follows a French recipe today. Something with lots of finesse and perfectly balanced flavours. His goal was to impress you.

You text him in the middle of his preparations.

Jungkook turns off the water, abandoning the aubergines he washed before to dry his hands on his pants and reach for his phone. He falters for a second to stare at his lock screen picture. It’s a candid snapshot from your wedding of you and him kissing on the dance floor. His sister took the picture and sent it to him. He loves that picture. Smiling, he unlocks his phone and taps on your chat.

- My Love ♡: leaving campus now, should be home by seven

- My Love ♡: ❤

Jungkook smiles. You don’t use emojis in your texts, but you always make sure to at least send him a heart because you know that he likes getting them. Jungkook appreciates this little gesture so much.

He answers you with a fluttering heart.

- Jungkook: okey dokey ^*^ I'm cooking French tonight ❤

Your answer comes seconds later.

- My Love ♡: can’t wait

- My Love ♡: my best Bunny ❤

"Stop", Jungkook gasps then bursts into uncontrollable giggles as he bounces around the kitchen. He hugs his phone to his chest, bursting in happiness. He's your best Bunny.

Quick! He has to text you back and tell you how much he loves you!

- Jungkook: I love you Mommy *•*

- Jungkook: ❤❤❤

He waits with bated breath for what you will answer him.

- My Love ♡: I love you too Bunny ❤

Jungkook giggles, almost going up in flames from how happy he feels. He spends the rest of his dinner preparations singing happy songs and dancing.

He also ends up changing out of his grubby sweat suit into a blue jeans and jumper combination. A beige apron is keeping it from getting dirty, accentuating his petite waist as a bonus point. Jungkook hopes that you will like his clothes.

He just finished setting up the table when the familiar ding of the elevator opening rings through the penthouse.

Jungkook is tingling in excitement, leaving the kitchen in big steps to greet you by the door.

"Oh, hey there Bunny", you greet him first, flashing him an eye smile. You carry a bouquet of flowers in your hands.

"You got me flowers?" he gasps, then runs to hug you, "thank you so much. I love them", he mumbles into the crook of your neck.

He kisses the spot softly, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume.

"Oh dear", you chuckle, "I actually received them from someone, but you can have them if you want to", you tell him, caressing his lower back.

"What?" Jungkook breaks away, "someone gave you flowers? Who?"

"Hyunjin, you know the boy who's in the same human studies class than me."

"Hyunjin? The handsome one?"

Jungkook watches you shrug off your coat and then slip out of your shoes. You store both in their supposed location. The flowers are still in your hold as you do.

"I don't know. I never really thought about whether he's handsome or not”, you tell him.

"Isn’t he the one who's younger than you?"

"Yeah, that’s him."

"Ah."

So that terribly handsome and intelligent and younger man, who just so happens to call you noona on top of it, gave you flowers. Jungkook doesn’t feel so good about dinner anymore or the evening as a whole. As a matter of fact, he feels kind of poopy.

"Yeah, it was a thank you present because I helped him with getting his notes in order. It’s very sweet of him."

"Mhm-hm yeah sure, it is."

"I just hope they didn’t have to suffer too much on my way home. I'll just quickly put them into water and then you have to show me what you cooked because it smells amazing. I kid you not, I’m so excited. Your cooking’s always amazing, love", you call out as you disappear in the hallway leading to your office.

Jungkook stomps off with a pout and his stomach tight in jealousy. Stupid Hyunjin and stupid flowers and stupid studying. He regrets not saying anything to you this morning. He should have said something and made you stay with him. Stupid supportiveness and stupid Hyunjin and stupid college. He begins plating the food, doing so rather groggily. Stupid food and stupid plates and stupid pots and stupid decorations and stupid Hyunjin and stupid flowers. Stupid everything. Everything is stupid.

Arms snake around his waist then, hands feel up his pecs. Jungkook tenses up, but continues pouting.

"You look so handsome, Bunny. I love the clothes”, you tell him, rounding him all while keeping your arms locked with him tightly, “your waist looks so good in that apron.”

You appear in his vision, smiling at him. Your fingers brush his cheek in a soft caress, your thumb outlines his upper lip for just a second.

“I missed you so much today, love”, you tell him.

Jungkook lowers his eyes. Stupid heart. Stupid, stupid heart being so stupid because it’s being so stupid and jealous.

“I missed you too”, he mumbles and then with a huff of air he rests his chin on your shoulder and hugs your middle.

“Gosh, you’re so cute”, you say, caressing his back, “you know that we have to make up for our lost date today? I want you all to myself for the rest of the day.”

“Me too”, he says. The attention feels good and makes the jealousy a little easier to bear, but somehow it still doesn’t go away. As a matter of fact, it will stay with him for the rest of the evening. Even when later during your movie night you become bored and decide to warm his cock instead while leaving kisses all over his neck. Or even farther down the line when you have reduced him to a sweaty and breathless mess with an edged cock and way too much cum to spare. Or even later when he could finally show off all the cum when you jerk him off from behind as the hot water of your shared shower steams up the entire bathroom and makes his body burn up.

Even when you have long found your snuggle spot under the blankets and Jungkook can fall asleep as your big spoon, there was still a twinge of jealousy in the deepest pits of his stomach.

He did one thing however. He didn’t let it show. Not once. He could have brought it up, most definitely should have, but he didn’t. The evening was just too nice to ruin it with his stupid feelings and you were too sweet to accuse you of something you have no fault in. He regrets it once you have fallen asleep and he is left with his racing thoughts of Hyunjin seducing you with his handsome face and young mind and jokes. At one point he even imagined you and that dude making out in class and Jungkook felt so outraged in jealousy that he almost woke you up just to beg you to never ever to do that. He ended up not waking you because he felt way too silly.

So come the next morning and you leave him with a kiss and a "it'll get late again today", Jungkook feels as if his chance to be honest has long passed. So he kisses you back and wishes you a good day. The part where he also wishes that you wouldn’t meet that Hyunjin guy today, he keeps to himself.

It is almost eight when you come home that day. Jungkook knows, as you texted him. Just as he knows that you will be bringing home two big servings of Rambokki and vanilla ice cream.

"Bunny! I'm home!" you call out.

Jungkook appears a few seconds later, still dressed in his business suit and with the same hairstyle he had this morning. As handsome as always, managing to make your heart flutter.

"Hey my love", he greets you with a kiss, "how was your day?"

"Good, good. I made lots of progress."

"Yeah? That’s great to hear. Did you study alone today?"

"No, it was the same group as yesterday."

"Ah. So Hyunjin was there too?"

"Yup, but only for two hours then he had to leave for soccer practice."

"Ah soccer, I bet he must be really muscular then."

You give him a look, "I can't really….tell…I haven’t really looked at him…that..way..Bunny what's going on? Why are you talking so weirdly?"

Jungkook shrugs his shoulders, "nothing's going on. I was just curious”, he explains nonchalantly, helping you slip out of your coat and storing it away for you.

"Okay? Are you sure?"

He nods his head, "yup totally."

He takes the plastic containers of Rambokki from you, carrying them to the kitchen for you.

“I see that you didn’t get any presents today. Sad”, he says.

“Yeah..no, I didn’t… Jungkook are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yep, everything’s okay. I was just curious”, he dismisses you nonchalantly.

You follow him, studying him with wary eyes. Something is up. He is acting so weird with all those questions he is asking. It’s not like him to act that way.

"Do you want to talk about something, Kook?" you offer.

"Huh?" he turns, "ah no, I don’t."

You squint your eyes at him in disbelief.

"I wanna show you something", he says and takes your hand, "come with me. It’s in your office."

"Okay?" you follow him, "seriously Kook, what's going on? You’re so weird today."

"Just wait. I'll show you."

He stops in front of your office and turns to you.

"Close your eyes."

“Not until you tell me why you’re acting so weird.”

“No, please close your eyes”, he insists with a pout.

“Fine”, you give in with a sigh, “I’ll close my eyes.”

You allow him to lead you inside with his hands on your shoulders. It seems that he positions you in the middle of the room. Then he steps back, but keeps his hand on your lower back.

"Okay, open them."

You do, having to stumble back in pure shock.

"Holy fuck- what the- oh my god!" you exclaim.

Your entire office is filled with flowers. Dozens and dozens of bouquets, intricately done flower statues, potted flowers. All placed in a well thought through place to make everything work together. They were all big, clearly done by an expert and in the middle of them all, sitting on your office desk in your measly vase are the flowers of your classmate. Placed there solely to be outshined by everything else.

"Jungkook" you press out, turning to him.

He is grinning, carrying triumph in his eyes.

"Isn’t that nice? Now that's what I call a flower surprise. See? That’s how it's done."

This is the moment when everything shifts into place for you.

"Oh my god Jungkook, you’re jealous", you exclaim.

He widens his eyes as if caught red handed.

"No?" he laughs panicky, "I just wanted to surprise my wife, because you’re my wife and as your husband it’s my right to give you flowers? I’m not jealous?"

You scoff, "ah yes of course and it’s not because handsome, muscular Hyunjin gave me flowers last night."

"Don't call him that", Jungkook complains loudly, exposing himself right here and there.

You give him a knowing grin, "see? You’re not at all jealous. Of course not."

Jungkook huffs out air, "fine, whatever", he gives up, "can you blame me when you gush about how sweet he is? It’s not even a good bouquet. Look at it”, he points at it, “pathetic”, he says with a scrunched up nose, “the flowers don't fit together at all and it’s way too small."

You snicker, "oh excuse him and his tiny student money budget. Not everyone has way too much money to spend on flowers."

"Stop defending him", Jungkook whines, stomping his foot.

He is adorable and if his eyes weren’t carrying so much seriousness, you probably would have snickered.

"I'm not, I’m not", you say, grabbing his waist with a certain strength to it, "hey Kook, I’m not defending him. You’re my only one, you know that, don’t you?"

Jungkook pouts, crossing his arms in front of his chest. You give his waist a soft squeeze and lean in to kiss his cheek.

"Hm?" you stress, giving him the fondest gaze ever, "do you know that you're my best and only Bunny?"

Jungkook crumbles instantly, scrunching his nose up and blushing vividly. He sways his shoulder from side to side, giggling cutely.

"Yeah, I know", he says, beaming at you.

“You do? Then tell me.”

“I’m your best Bunny”, he says through his giggles.

“And?”

“And I’m your only Bunny”, he murmurs, hiding his face behind his sweater paws now that he feels way too giddy and shy.

"Good", you chuckle, caressing his sides, "gosh, you stupid noodle why didn’t you tell me sooner?"

"I don't know. I felt stupid and didn’t wanna ruin last night because it was so much fun."

"Mhm, I see. Maybe you should have because goddamn Kook, those are so many flowers."

"I know right?" he sounds triumphantly cocky again, "I chose all of them myself. That’s what you get from me. I could do this all day, every day."

You laugh. He is so adorable when he tries to show off in order to impress you.

"Please don’t, we'll drown in flowers if you do."

He snickers, “fine, but if that Hyungjing dude keeps giving you flowers, I have to.”

You know that he messed up his name on purpose.

“Hah”, you laugh, “fine, message received. You stupid noodle.”

You turn to him and twist his tie, keeping one hand on his waist. One tug and he is snug against you, looking at you with big eyes and his throat moving in a gulp.

"Thank you so much for the flowers, Bunny", you tug him down so your lips would be close to touching, "you're such a good boy for me. Makes me wanna reward you."

Jungkook whines, grabbing your waist to knead it desperately.

"Mommy what, what about the Rambokki?"

“What about them?” you tease, knowing very well what Jungkook is trying to insinuate here. You want the same thing. After all, it is an outrage that your beloved husband thinks that you would ever replace him for someone like your classmate. It is your duty as his loving wife to wipe those worries from his brain.

“They’ll get cold”, he says breathily, drawing closer and moaning softly when he feels your hand grab his ass roughly.

"We'll just warm them up later", you say, swooping him off his feet by pressing him against your desk. But not before you swept your classmate's flowers on the floor in a quick movement, making sure that Jungkook saw with just how little respect you did it.

Jungkook moans, falling on top of the desk with wobbly knees and a dizzy head. He spreads his legs, aching to have you right between them.

"First, I’m gonna have to eat you up", you rasp, pulling him snug against you.

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whoahoney · 1 year

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Hello! I think I would love love to see something about mechanic!eddie written by you

Ahh! I love mechanic!Eddie, he’s so yummy. 😌

Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Reader’s shit box car pooped out on her once again, but at least the cute new mechanic seems eager to help.

Content Warnings: adult language, mutual pining, sexual tension, Eddie is a little handsy but we love it 🤪

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The sound of the engine sputtering over the radio snatched her attention from the daydream she was stuck in, her heart lurching in fear.

“No, no, no, please, baby, don’t do this to me.” She whined, patting the steering wheel with restraint from beating the shit out of the horn in aggravation.

“We’re almost to the shop, then you can die in peace, but please, for the love of GOD, don’t quit on me now!” She cried, tears welling up in her eyes and threatening to pour without ceasing.

The car troubles had been endless since she’d gotten the car, but more so this month, also bringing Y/n to her breaking point multiple times. Every time the old Chevelle made this sound, she felt nauseous trying to get where she needed to go.

She avoided this trip to the garage since the last time she drove, which was the to the grocery store. The engine wouldn’t turn over, deserting her and her groceries in the summer heat.

Since then, she’s been hitching rides with her friends, Robin and Steve, who were more than happy to assist her. But she was beginning to feel like a burden.

Thankfully, she finally saved what she hoped was enough to get Loretta sorted out.

So after a week of sitting in the driveway, her owner not positively sure if she’d even start, Loretta turned over, the engine purring like any other drive.

Y/n had cried out with joy at the ease, hoping the rest of the trip would go just as well.

Boy was that a kick in the crotch.

Click click click click

“Shit, no—please, please, please,” She turned the wheel to pull off the road, the sign of the mechanic’s not even 100 yards away.

“NO! NoNoNoNo, FUCK!” She screamed, beating the wheel as cars whizzed past, rocking the unmoving car.

Y/n rested her forehead against the wheel and breathed deeply. “Okay. Okay. Just—let’s go.” She said to herself, hoping the mechanic knew a good tow truck.

The day was hot, the sun beating down on her exposed legs, neck and shoulders, her hair thrown up in a scrunchy to beat the heat.

She went inside looking for the familiar face that sat behind the desk, but the lobby was empty.

Y/n walked through the back door into the shop, hoping to find the regular old man underneath a lift, evaluating the undercarriage of someone’s Trans Am, but the garage sat vacant with the exception of one other person.

He stood by the floor to ceiling shelves which were filled with different bottles of oil and antifreeze and tins of nuts and bolts.

His coveralls were very unbuttoned, exposing the black tank top he wore underneath, a patch over his heart read Eddie. He let out a wonderful sigh as he wiped his brow with his shoulder.

He was bent over the engine of a ford Bronco, a ratchet clicking rhythmically as he tightened something up when he noticed her, his hair all around his face despite the heat.

“Hi.” She squeaked out, preparing herself for interaction with a super cute stranger. His face was friendly, his eyes round and seemingly full of questions.

“Hey, there. How can I help you?” He asked, straightening to his full height and setting down the tool to pick up a red rag, cleaning his dark stained hands as he approached her.

“Hi, uh, i-is Gary here?” She asked, internally cringing when she realized she said hi twice. He didn’t seem to notice or care when he smiled amusedly down at her and shook his head, “Uh, he isn’t here today, but I’m more than happy to help you if I can.”

Y/n tried not to melt at the way he spoke to her, his voice smooth and even. “I-I would love some help, yes.” She nodded, speaking to the best of her ability and leading him outside. “Uh, m-my car has been making these weird noises for—“

“Sweetheart, did you… bring your…car?” He asked kindly when he noticed there wasn’t any other cars besides his own in the lot. Y/n’s face warmed.

“Oh, uh, that’s what I needed to talk to Gary about the most—she’s up the road a little ways. She died on the way over.” She shrugged.

Eddie nodded, new understanding behind his eyes as he craned his neck to see the car on the side of the road in the distance. “I’m so sorry for your loss.” He joked.

He nodded again, walking the few steps over to the switch panel on the wall, turning off the air compressor that typically roared in the back. It was odd to hear the shop so quiet without its noise. They sudden felt so… alone.

“I can, uh, tow her up here for you.” He offered, nodding over to his truck parked out front. It was a charming old white square body that has seen better days, but it was large, and could definitely pull Loretta.

Eddie picked up a very thick chain from the corner of the shop that had a large hook on the end.

“Oh, uh, are you sure? I was just gonna ask to phone a tow truck—“

“Pfft, tow truck…” he muttered under his breath with a smile as he lifted the chain into the bed of the truck. He then stepped over to the door and opened it with a creak. “Here, hop in.” He stood waiting, the sweep of his hand in the air making her smile exactly how he wanted.

“C’mon in… I won’t bite.” He said with a friendly smile that put her more at ease. She hopped in the truck, taking his waiting hand on the way much to his delight.

On the short ride over, Y/n remembered to introduce herself, at which he smiled and gave her his name in return.

“You, uh, new? At the garage? I’ve just never seen you there before.” She’d asked.

Eddie nodded with his eyes on the road, “Yeah, I just started earlier this month. I take it you’re, uh, at the shop often?” He grinned looking at her pooped out car, getting turned around to park in front of it.

“Was it that obvious?” She chuckled as he opened the drivers side door, hopping out after him. “If I say yes, is that mean?” He asked, half joking as he pulled the chain back out, the weight of it in his hands making the veins in his forearms strain against his skin as he walked.

“I-Is there anything you need me to do?” She asked, trying to be polite for the man going out of his way to help her. Eddie smiled to himself as he bent over to hook the chain to the hitch on his truck, specifically for instances like these.

His hair fell in his eyes as he tried to look at her, his hand flying up to comb it out of the way for the thousandth time that day. Y/n noticed his exasperation, “You need a ponytail?” She asked, raising her wrist to feel if she had one on her, which she didn’t.

Eddie’s eye’s lit up at the offer, closely followed by the breath being stolen from him as she pulled the red scrunchy from her hair and offered it to him. He felt like it was one of those moments in the movies where the girl lets her hair down in slow motion, the lighting hitting her perfectly.

“Here, use mine.” She smiled at his sudden change in demeanor. He set the other end of the chain on the ground, reaching out and taking the ponytail from her and hastily wrapping it around his hair in a bun that both caught her breath in her throat and warmed her heart.

“Thanks, doll.” He said as he picked up the chain and felt under the edge of the car for the best place to hook onto, but the chain came up a few inches short. “Think you could back my truck up just a bit?” He looked up from the ground to ask her, one eye squinted in defense against the light. The cute yet simple expression on his face made her want to fight the sun.

“Uh, of course! Yeah. Just a few inches?”

“Just a few inches,” he said reassuringly, “and I’ll let you know when to stop.”

Y/n nodded and walked back to the truck, the sight of her cute little Levi shorts hopping into the cab of his truck made Eddie smile and bite down on his lip as she started his engine.

He stood where he could see her in the side mirror, her smile returning when she caught the view of him grinning back at her as he raised his hand giving her the ‘come here’ motion with a hungry look brewing behind his eyes and a smirk pulling at his lips.

Y/n switched gears and eased off the break, letting the truck roll back slowly, not taking her eyes off Eddie’s reflection in the mirror. She worried she was staring at him too much, but little did she know he was loving the eye contact.

So much so, he sent her a friendly wink through the mirror, the action sending her heart pounding and her foot down on the break, the truck halting immediately. Eddie chuckled, “Little more, sweetheart.” He called, his fingers moving back and forth some more to summon her.

She took a deep breath as she eased her foot off the pedal again, rolling back for a couple more seconds before she heard him say, “There! that’s perfect.”

She put the truck in park and hopped back out. Eddie enjoyed the view as she walked back to him at a determined pace, her hair and other things bouncing with every stride. He hooked onto the front bumper and stood, their bodies suddenly very close.

“Alright, that should get us back to the shop.” He patted the hood of her car approvingly before walking back to the truck and opening the door for her, waiting with a smile.

“Y’know I could’ve just used the passenger door.” She said as she scooted across the bench seat of the truck. Eddie shut the door and turned to her with a playful smile, “Yeah, well, I like to open doors for nice girls such as yourself,” He shrugged, meeting her eyes with a blush, satisfied when he saw she wore a matching one.

“Also, because, that door sticks like no other and probably won’t open even if you tried.” He chuckled, his smile encouraging her to laugh too.

“You, uh, know Gary personally? Or just as your mechanic?” He asked, eager to hear about any part of her she wanted to share in this time they had together.

“He’s been working on Loretta since I got her on my 17th—“

“Loretta?” He asked with a quirked eyebrow, a new smile spreading on his lips.

“Yeah, what about it?” She said with a ‘try me’ smile blooming.

Eddie shook his head with a smile, “Nothing! Please, continue, tell me how you got Loretta.”

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After they got back to the shop and unloaded Loretta into a bay, Eddie popped the hood. He peered down inside leaning his hands on the edge of the frame. Y/n sat on a stool to one side of the car with her chin resting on her hand.

Eddie straightened for a moment, relieving some tension in his back and sighing, “You need a new fan belt, babe”. He mentioned passively while poking around inside, the nickname sending Y/n’s heart pinging around inside her body like a pinball.

“Maybe some new head gaskets—I’m gonna see if cleaning them will do the trick, though. Try and save you some money… maybe check the fuel pump too..” he spoke his train of thought, walking around to grab a jack and rolling it to the rear bumper of the car and pumping the long handle, making eye contact with her as he did.

His smirk stayed hidden in the corners of his mouth, telling her everything she needed to know about his angle. She appreciated how kind he was instead of making her uncomfortable, being used men in this field coming on strong. But not Eddie.

His smug smile grew when he caught her staring, waiting for her to break the eye contact, but instead she started giggling which sent him repressing his own. “What?” He asked incredulously.

“I dunno, you make me laugh.” She shrugged watching him grab a couple different tools and laying them out on the ground under the suspended end of the car. His head popped back up with his best serious face he could muster, “Who me?” He asked with his brows drawn together, her confidence shaking.

He stepped over to the radio on the shelf and flipped it on, You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC blared through the speaker as he picked up a stray wrench and bobbed his head for a bit before he began to lip sync into it like a microphone, a smile instantly growing on her face at his antics.

Once he saw it, he couldn’t stop until he reached her, adding in a twirl or a sway here and there which had her giggling profusely. He stood in front of her, the song almost complete, except then she started singing along, encouraging him to sing the lyrics with her.

His eyes and smile widened, holding his hand out for her. As soon as her hand clasped his, she was out of her seat, spinning around at Eddie’s will.

They danced in the empty shop til the song faded into commercials, the busy transitions halting them, he cleared his throat and removed his hand from her waist, their gazes lingering before Eddie blushed and looked back down at the wrench he held.

“I like making you laugh.” He mentioned casually through a coy smile as he stepped back over to the engine and set the tool down next to the others, choosing a screwdriver for the job instead.

She bit back a grin, hopping back up on the stool and enjoying the view. They talked about this and that, random life anecdotes that came up, preferences between music and drinks, which brought them to talk about his band’s regular shows at the Hideout and the ‘bad ass lemon drop shots’ the bartender mixes up special when she mentioned her favorite candies are sour.

Eddie enjoyed the conversation, feeling her gaze on him, seeing her legs swinging easily from the high stool next to the work bench. It all felt so incredibly easy, almost routine it seemed.

At some point she disappeared into the front room, returning with a couple of cold sodas from the vending machine.

As Eddie rinsed the head gaskets in the deep shop sink, he snuck a peek at the girl over his shoulder, finding her adoring eyes on him with a smile tugging at her lips. His cheeks burned before he turned back around and set the parts to the side to dry, walking back to see her, yet again.

“How’re you holding up, sweet thing?” He asked, his voice picking up a gravelly quality with the end of the day nearing. He leaned his hip against the table, his eyebrows raising as she set the can of coke in front of him.

“For moi?” He set a hand to his chest. “A scrunchy and a coke, you sure know how to treat a fella.” He winked as he popped the tab, tilting the can back for a generous glug that bobbed his Adams apple.

“Thank you, really. I’m hoping this does the trick.” He gestured to the head gaskets drying and the newly installed fan belt.

Truth be told, he was taking his sweet time on this little four hour max peoject, loving the time spent with the pretty girl in the short shorts that said nice things and smiled at him the way she did.

“Can you show me?” She asked, looking at the exposed engine of her beloved Loretta. “What, the new fan belt? Yeah! C’mere.” He waved her over.

“This is where the fan belt is, without it your engine isn’t getting any power, so the way your old one looks compared to the new one—“ He picked the abandoned, ragged serpentine belt from the ground to hold up to her to see. Her eyes went wide with embarrassment.

“Oh god.”

“Have you ever had it changed?” He asked with a chuckle, tossing the rubber back to the side and crossing his arms across his chest, his forearm grazing the top of her breast as he did. His smug smile gave his eye a mischievous gleam that felt teasing.

“N-Not that I know of.” She stumbled quietly, a blush on her cheeks that she could still pass off as the summer heat. Eddie tsked and chuckled at her shy disposition, her face towards their shoes that almost stood toe to toe.

“This old girl is gonna need regular maintenance if you wanna keep her on the road for a few more years.” He said with a shrug, stepping back to the other side of the car to grab the head gaskets to put back. Y/n looked back up at his retreating figure to take in the information.

‘Fuck.’ She sighed.

“But, uh, I make house calls if you’re interested! Y’know i-if you can’t make it out here.” He faltered, looking down at the metal in his hand, suddenly unsure of what to do with it.

Her heart leapt in her chest as she met his eye again, the look on her face a green light if he ever saw one. He smiled and set the gasket back down, moving back towards her.

He reached over on the workbench, finding a pencil and notepad usually used for writing job estimates, and wrote his phone number down, signing it with ‘if you need me -Eddie Munson (:’

He folded it in half and handed it to her, her breath slowly getting heavier the longer he looked at her the way he did.

“Or if you ever want to hit up the Hideout and get drinks or.. if you need a dance partner… I’m your guy.” He looked between her beautiful eyes and tried his best not to get lost in them while waiting for her to say something.

She smiled as she slid the paper in her pocket, nodding. “Y’know, I’m always in need of a dance partner.”

Eddie almost blanched at her response, not being a dance club kinda guy, but willing to try for her if it meant getting to be near her again. “Oh, yeah?” He asked nervously, her arms landing on his shoulders as her hands clasped at the back of his neck, his hands not hesitating to wind around her waist.

She giggled and nodded, “Well, if you count getting a little messed up and dancing around my living room… yeah, I need a dance partner desperately.” She said quietly in the space between them.

Eddie smiled widely and dropped his forehead against hers tentatively, only leaning in fully when she raised up on her toes to press hers against his. “I’d be more than happy to help you there, it’s the least I could do, you know, I’ve never had this much fun changing a fan belt!” He revealed with his eyes closed, delighted when he felt her giggle ring out against him.

“Yeah, well, I definitely don’t do this with Gary.” She joked with closed eyes, smiling when he threw his his head back in unbridled giggles.

“Oh, god, I sure hope not.” He shook his head down at her her, noticing immediately her eyes were on his lips. “Y’know.. I was thinking if you let kiss you I’d consider the job paid for..” he said quietly, his shyness coming back in to play.

Y/n’s eyes flashed excitement or intrigue, though Eddie couldn’t be for sure. “O-Or I could take you out first, yeah? W-Whatever works—“ She cut him off by pulling him down to her, their lips moving in tandem.

He sighed into her softness, his hands winding around her waist as he felt her raise up on her tip toes and lean into him. He loved how his nose felt pressed into her cheek.

She broke the kiss after thirty seconds, lingering close, looking back up to his deep dark eyes that stared back at her, a smile working onto his face.

“Or… why not both?” She smirked.

He nodded, “I like the way you think.” He said before pressing one more quick kiss to her unsuspecting lips. “Ha! Got one more.” He said as he slipped out of her grip to reassemble the head gaskets, her eyes following him everywhere with even more intent now.

It was then she noticed how cute his butt was in his jumpsuit, or how good her red scrunchy looked keeping his hair out of his face. He made his way back to Loretta, setting the freshly clean and dry parts on a towel on the tool box next to him.

She’d look away shyly when he’d try to steal a glance at her, both of their mouths tucking away bashful grins as he worked in their comfortable silence.

Thirty minutes later, the moment of truth came. Eddie’s heart pounded against his chest as sat behind Loretta’s wheel, worried if he didn’t have it fixed she wouldn’t be impressed and tell him to forget their plans to meet for drinks or whatever else it could lead to. He glanced to Y/n before turning the key in the ignition, their eyes locking when the engine only clicked.

Eddie’s jaw dropped disappointedly, looking at the dash of the car in betrayal. “Damn it.” He muttered, trying again to be met with the same outcome.

Y/n walked around to the driver door, looking at Eddie with a half hearted smile, “It’s okay! I can definitely pay for head gaskets…. and drinks” She nodded assuringly. Eddie looked back up at her with wide eyes, “Really?” His facade fully dismantled, the worry prominent on his face.

Y/n cocked her head in disbelief and leaned down to the window, her eyes scanning over his face, “Y’know you could’ve caught my car on fire and I would’ve still gone with you to get a drink? I mean you’d definitely be paying, but—“ before she knew it, Eddie was leaning through the open window and pressing his lips to hers in another tender kiss.

He felt her smile into him and her hands found his face, pulling him closer. He placed his worn hands over hers, wanting to stay in her touch as long as possible before they parted.

“I will be needing a ride home, though. So if you’d like to help me out there I’m prepared to compensate you generously.” She said widening her eyes for emphasis and biting her lip.

Eddie lit up, popping the door handle of the car immediately and exiting, rushing over to his tool box to close everything up before halting and turning back to her, “Wait, you know you don’t have to do any of this right?” He asked, approaching her with his eyes narrowed a little.

Y/n nodded, “And you know you don’t have to either, right? I’ve been saving for a while, I have enough cash to—“ He cut her off with a tight hug.

“No, no, keep your money!” He urged as she giggled, “If you pay for parts every once in a while, I’ll fix your car for free as long as you stay so sweet and keep me company when you can… deal?” He asked next to her ear as she giggled.

“Deal.” She beamed at him as his stomach growled, “Now take me home, I wanna make dinner for this super cute mechanic I met today.” She looked at him expectantly as she messed with one of his buttons, eagerness filling his eyes.

She watched him finish up, the boy like an eager puppy rushing from place to place, looking up every once in a while to check and see if she was still there, which every time she was.

After he flipped off the lights and locked the front doors, he stepped out of the garage, his new friend waiting for him as he tugged the long rope that connected to the giant rolling door, closing the place up for the night.

“There we go.” He said satisfied, dusting off his hands before throwing his arm around her and walking her to his truck to take her home as if he’d done it a thousand times before.

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too far / mason mount

author's note: soooo it's been a while since i wrote something for this man, and it just had to be angst, you know? italics are flashbacks. proofread, but just a bit. it's kinda an open ending but i'm not thinking about a second part at the moment, sorry :(

wc: 2.052 words.

summary: things aren't going great for mason at the minute. he knows something -or someone, that could turn things around, but you might be too far now.

the doorknob twists, and mason sets a foot into his house. it's dark, no lights turned on, exactly as he left it when he went away, a few days ago. it smells empty, like no one lives there, and it's kind of true: he's never really there.

his shoulders slump and he feels defeated. it seems like he can't escape these feelings nowadays: he's just coming back from that first leg against real madrid, and the pain from the defeat is still weighing heavy on him, the scar still fresh on his mind.

he doesn't bother turning any light on, and much less making something to eat, knowing that his fridge must be empty. it's been one week since his mother did the grocery shopping for him, chastising him while doing so. "you need to eat, mase".

the brit steps a foot out of his car, and even though the london weather is as cold as it could get, with the night all settled in, he feels warm. he sees the lights turned on, shining all through the blinds, and he knows he's home.

the second he passes the entrance, mason gets welcomed by the homely fragrance of your shared home. there's a slight vanilla essence he can recognise, surely from the candles you love to lit, but also, a nice smell coming from the kitchen that makes his stomach rumble, reminding him how hungry he is after the trip back home. he can hear plates clinking and different sounds, which only ensures that yes, you're there.

"missed you" he says, while hugging you from behind. you're still busy mixing ingredients in the pan, but you still melt onto your boyfriend's figure. you feel the ticklish sensation of his beard over your cheek when he cranes his neck enough to leave a kiss there, and you smile knowingly. "missed you too, sweetheart".

mason doesn't care enough to clean up after himself, instead starting to undress from the minute his figure passes the entrance. the backpack he took on the trip with him is abandoned near the door. he'll take care of it in the morning, he thinks, if his mother doesn't get ahead of him.

his trainers are the next thing to leave his figure, not caring enough to untie them before taking them off only with the help of his other feet. ben would, for sure, give him hell if he saw what he did with his birthday gift from him. "oi, mate! you're going to crease them!". again, he couldn't care less right now.

when he gets to the top of the stairs, the painful images return. it's like he was walking through his house as a mere corpse, going up the stairs in just his black briefs without actually seeing where he was going. he just wanted to jump into bed.

instead, the spot seems to transport him back to a few weeks back, on the same site, same white walls and wooden floor, where he saw you for the last time. mason has made an effort to not think about it too much the thousands of other times he had to pass through the same spot. but he's not that strong tonight.

"what are you doing?".

his voice startles you, and mason gets even more confused at your reaction. this isn't usual for your relationship, he thinks: you, not jumping on his arms to greet him when he comes back from training; him, not knowing what you're up to; and last but not least, you flinching at the sound his voice. he can't prevent the pit in his stomach from forming when he sees you close your eyes, inhaling deeply before speaking softly. "i-i thought you would be gone for a few more hours. i'm sorry".

he knows where this is going, even before asking you about it. but still, he does, in case he has misinterpreted something: in case this isn't as over as your sad features lead him to realize.

the suitcases stick out like a sore thumb, and the brit isn't one to keep from exteriorising his doubts. "what are you doing?" he repeats, almost expecting you to tell him about some trip you're taking coz of your work. he knows that's not the case. your work doesn't require any traveling; you had converted to working from home exclusively when you two moved in together. your reasoning was that mason was away all the time, you didn't need to make things more difficult.

"i'm moving back to my parent's house, mason. i explained everything in the letter," you mutter, almost inaudibly, like you're afraid he would get mad at your response. the truth is, you can't even look him in the eyes while telling him this: you imagined it would be worse if you had him in front of you, and you were right. that's why you wrote the letter in the first place. that's why you had thought about leaving when he wasn't home. so you could, hopefully, escape his pleads that would get you back to square one.

"a letter? why can't you say it to my face?" he asks, and even if it's a rhetoric question, you try to answer it, but you're left empty handed. "you're leaving me. say it".

he isn't angry, but his tone sounds harder than it needs to be. the thoughts are filling his head, and he's beating himself up for every one of them. he realizes that, yeah, he might be angry, but not at you, rather at himself. for letting it get to this point. for making you feel like you couldn't tell him what was wrong before deciding to leave.

"is this coz i'm always away?" he bitterly asks when you don't respond, rather standing still in the same spot where he had caught you. "i don't like being away either, but it's my fucking job!" he gets louder by the end of the sentence, before adding "i signed up for it".

"yeah, you did, and i'm proud of you for that every day". you're flashing him a nostalgic smile that he doesn't get to see, too occupied in trying to flatten the wrinkles on his forehead that had formed in surprise when he saw you with the bags. in reality, he's trying to divert his thoughts before falling apart in your presence, which turns to be even more difficult when you finish what you had started to say. "but i didn't sign up for living alone in someone's house, you know? you're always too far, mason. and i wish i would be talking only about the physical aspect of you not being here, but i'm not".

the air felt thick, and it sunk in mason's head that there would be nothing he could do to change your mind. his shoulders deflate even more, if it was even possible, when he heard you dragging your things past him, only to stop right by his side to give him a kiss on the cheek. a last goodbye, he thought, later on, once the dust had settled and the silence of your shared home, now only his house, engulfed him. your face was drenched in tears, but he didn't feel or see them because he couldn't do anything else but stare at his feet, and try to think where it all had gone wrong.

the first week was the worst.

he called a thousand times; morning, evening and night. you never picked up, of course. and it was fine, because mason didn't really know what he would say to you if you did. he only wanted to hear your voice in the recorded message that reproduced automatically after the call ringed too many times: he preferred to hear your chirpy, happy voice saying your automated "please, leave your message at the end of the beep!" instead of the gloomy tone you had when you muttered the last words you said to him.

"you're always too far, mason".

mason made sure to train extra hard, so sleep would come in quicker, but it had only made his teammates worry about him even more. he was visibly grumpy, and it only prompted more questions about what had happened between you two when his friends realized about your presence missing at stamford bridge.

"i'm so sorry, mate. i thought she was the one," said christian, sympathetic look in his eyes and a friendly pat on the back. the brit had thought you were the one too, the red box hiding on his nightstand only reminiscence now of what he hadn't even had the chance to ask.

"would you marry me?"

with the way he kept slowly brushing his fingers on your naked back, you were almost asleep when mason muttered his question. "huh?". he giggled a bit at your questioning eyes, barely seen by him in the darkness of your bedroom. nuzzling his nose on the top of your head before placing a soft kiss, he explained, though his voice sounded hoarse. "hypothetically speaking. if i bought a ring, would you say yes?".

it was the first time that you two were talking about this topic. still, you had no doubts. "i'd say yes. hypothetically speaking” you clarified, like he had done before, and he only held you tighter by the waist. the way you two were resting, skin to skin, almost asleep after your sinful activities made this talk seem like a feverish illusion. “what’s that taylor swift lyric? 'i've loved you three summers now…'".

"and i want them all," finished mason. he wasn’t just completing the lyrics, but rather exteriorizing his deepest wish.

the temperature didn't drop inside his house, but suddenly mason felt cold all over. not even the hot shower he took to try and ease his aching muscles helped him with the warmth he was lacking. after all, he knew it was yours.

it would be a lie on his part to say that he didn't feel you all over after that day. he wasn't sure if this is how it was before; maybe the little things that made him remember you throughout the day felt comforting before, but now, he dreads every time you appear in his brain. and it’s even worse when he can’t do anything to stop his thoughts from going back to you.

he realizes he feels you in the most mundane things, and that was what he despised the most, not being able to get rid of anything to forget you. nothing in the material objects spelt your name: they would, probably, seem normal to anyone that dared to look at them. but they weren't mason, didn’t have his soft caramel eyes who recognised all too well what was yours. what used to be. he was the one carrying the memories of your relationship, too engraved in his mind to forget.

for example, the hydration cream he applied religiously after you had scolded him for not taking care of his skin. the delicate sheets you had insisted he needed to buy to upgrade his quality of sleep. the thousands of pillows that you needed to sleep, but now, that was just decoration to him. "baby, the only pillow i need to sleep well is you," mason had insisted.

you were all over his house, but you weren't there.

he knows it's pointless to still dwell on it, even after all this time. he knows why you're not here anymore, and there's nothing he can do to change it. at least, that's what he thinks. it's safer that way, to not think about what could’ve been. maybe if he had been more there, if he had listened more, if he had seen the signs. for sure, you would still be here. he knows the love didn’t run out; but the distance between you two was impossible to ignore.

“i wish i would be talking only about the physical aspect of you not being here, but i'm not".

after tossing and turning, probably more times than he could count, he gave up. mason realized that sleep would definitely escape him for the night, and at these ungodly hours, he just wasn’t as strong. he didn't do what he had promised himself he wouldn't.

02:22 [mason] said: i miss you

02:22 [you] said: go to sleep, mase

02:23 [you] said: we'll talk tomorrow, yeah?

#football imagine #football x reader #football x you #mason mount imagine #mason mount x you #mason mount x reader #mason mount angst #mason mount x you+

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baronessblixen · 5 months

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Small Miracles

My prompts for today: Eight Nights of Mulder, day 5 - miracles; X-Mas Files Challenge - helping neighbors

Summary: After coming back from the dead, Mulder is just trying to figure out who he is and what his place in the world is. Before he can lose himself in his thoughts, though, one of his neighbors needs his help. ("Three Words" fic, angst; wc: 1,362)

Tagging @today-in-fic @eightnightsofmulder

He's staring out his window, peeved that it's clean. Like everything else in his apartment. The last time he was home, the last time he looked outside, his window was dusty and greasy. It should be an improvement, but it's just another thing that's different. One more thing he wasn't around for. Yet another way for him to no longer fit in here.

He presses his thumb against the glass, observing his fingerprint. That one's the same. Or at least he thinks it is. There's nothing he can be sure of anymore. Except for one thing; he's a miracle. It's what everyone keeps saying. And he can't hear it anymore.

His health is a miracle. His progress is a miracle. Earlier, he rolled his eyes, and instead of miracle, Scully used exceptional development. Still, what she means, is that his healing has been miraculous. She should know, because she's become an expert on miracles. He's only one of them. The other, of course, is the baby.

When he became aware of Scully's protruding stomach and its implications, it dawned on him how much he had missed. Dates and months meant nothing to him, but the growing sapling inside of Scully felt tangible.

When he saw her months ago - and in many ways it feels like it was mere days ago - her stomach was toned and flat. Her hair was shorter, her face more angular. Now everything about her is soft. So soft that he's been afraid to touch her, even though everything in him screams out for her.

Before, the last time he was alive, he wished for this. One night, he even prayed. For Scully. He asked for a miracle for her. Wanted nothing more than to give her the child she so craved. That he started wanting, too. What a sick twist of fate that they succeeded in creating a new life, and Mulder lost his. Now, miraculously, he is back. He's been given a second chance and he doesn't know how to take it. How is he ever going to catch up?

Mulder paces around his apartment, but it's unfamiliar. He remembers the last night he was here before he and Skinner went to Oregon a lifetime ago. Scully had sat on the couch, bespectacled and with her legs crossed. He had tried to pack for his trip, had meant to take out the trash before it started reeking, and in the end, did neither because Scully smiled at him and they ended up making love.

He walks into the kitchen, but the trash bag from months ago is no longer there. Why would it be? There's nothing here that's out of place and it makes him mad. Scully went out to get them a few things and he didn't have the strength to ask her to stay, to not leave him alone here, or let him come with her. He lets a highly pregnant woman do his grocery shopping. Is that the man he wants to be?

There's a bag of chips in the cupboard he knows he put there years ago. It's too high for Scully to reach and he hopes she hasn't checked there. He's in luck. The bag is still there and Mulder doesn't care if they're still edible. He needs to get out of here, do something normal. What's more normal than taking out the trash? He puts the chips in a trash bag, grabs his keys, and leaves his apartment.

One floor down, he runs into a young woman who looks vaguely familiar. Though he doesn't remember her being pregnant. Seems like that's becoming a pattern.

"Are you okay?"

"Do I look okay?" she asks, breathing heavily.

"You look like you're having a baby."

"And you look like crap," she shoots back. "Oh, it's you." She must recognize him. "FBI dude. I thought you were a goner."

"So did I. Is that- did your water break?"

"Yeah that kid is coming and it's coming soon."

"Do you want me to- you live with your boyfriend, right?"

"You've been gone a while," she says, holding her stomach. "He really is a goner."

"I'm sorry," Mulder says, helping her make it outside of the building.

"I'm not. He's an asshole."

"Is there anyone I can-"

"There's no one."

"Well, there's me. I'll go with you." He doesn't know why he offers it, and his young neighbor looks skeptical until another contraction hits her. She squeezes Mulder's hand and screams into his ear. For the first time since he's come back to life, he feels alive.

On the drive to the hospital, he learns that the young woman's name is Emma and that her boyfriend Harvey ran off a couple of months ago, claiming he wasn't ready to be a father after all.

"At least he can't veto Tinkerbell as a name," Emma says right before she's silenced by a bad contraction that makes her whole body shake and shiver, causing Mulder, who is panting as hard as she is, to hold her tightly against him, whispering nonsense words into her sweaty hair.

They make it to the hospital in time and it's only when a nurse asks him if he's the father that he realizes that he is. He is the father. Just not of this baby. And Scully, who has gone through more than enough lately, has no idea where he is.

He charms another nurse into letting him use the phone, impatiently twirling the cable around his finger, waiting for Scully to pick up.

"Mulder?" she asks, sounding panicky and out of breath.

"Hey Scully, it's me."

"Where are you? You didn't leave a note and your phone is here and I-"

"Breathe," he says gently. "Breathe, please. I'm fine. I- I ended up at the hospital because-"

"You what?"

"Scully, you need to relax, okay? I'm fine. I ran into this young woman in my building and she was in labor and didn't have anyone to go to the hospital with her."

"Emma is having her baby?"

"You- you know her?"

"We saw each other a few times and talked a bit. Our situations were, um, similar." One dad who ran off, and another who died. How often was Scully in his building that she knows Emma and her situation? he files the question away for later. By now, he has a whole book of questions in his head.

"I'm sorry, Scully. I wanted to get some fresh air and then- I had to help her. I had to do something." He's trying to catch his breath and he's still trying to catch up. It's as if someone has pressed fast forward and dropped him in the middle of the action, forcing him to find his way.

"Is she okay?"

"Oh yeah. Mother and child are better than okay. That Tinkerbell has a great set of lungs on her." And he finds he can't wait to meet their own little miracle. Can't wait to hear their first scream, see their scrunched-up face, and try to find who they look like more. He hopes the child will favor Scully.

"Tinkerbell?" Scully's amused question brings him back to the here and now.

"We'll give our child a normal name, right? No Fox or Tinkerbell." She's quiet on the other end of the line and there's no more laughter. He thinks he hears a sniff instead.

"I missed you so much, Mulder," she says quietly, her voice thick with emotion. "I was so scared when I got here and you were gone again. I didn't know what- I didn't-" She starts crying and Mulder hates that he isn't there with her to take her into his arms.

"I'm coming home now, okay? Though you might have to bail me out 'cause I didn't bring my wallet." She laughs a bubbling laugh and he smiles, thinking of her, wishing he could make sure she no longer had any reason to cry.

"That's not going to be a problem. Just come home?" This, too, is new. Scully saying what she wants and what she needs. It feels like a small miracle, too.

"I'm already on my way."

#ficmas2023 #yeah this week is william-heavy #i love the little dude and also he's perfect for fanfic #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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thepsychewrites · 2 years

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Sweet Like Syrup | B. Barnes

Roommate! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky runs out of syrup, which means that he’s now dragging you along to the store with him to get more, and no, he doesn’t care that it’s one in the morning.

Word Count: 956

Warnings: Little bit of language, but other than that it’s just super fuckin’ fluffy hehe

Author’s Note: This is pretty short, but I really liked this idea and just wanted to get it out :,)) Lmk if you wanna see anymore roommate!bucky drabbles/blurbs <3

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Bucky was a sneaky man.

It’s why you almost didn’t catch him standing by your door, his eyes wandering, deciding if he really should wake you up.

Thankfully you were trained better than that, and peek your eyes open once you catch the sound of his breathing.

And the incredibly long sigh he lets go of.

“Buck… is there a reason you’re standing creepily outside my door?” You mumbled, your voice softened by your pillow.

He shifted his weight onto his other foot, his hand coming to scratch at his stubble. “I’m out of syrup.” He said as if it was obvious.

You groaned, stretching your sleepy limbs out while you pawed at your eyes, turning your body to the door. The red digital numbers of your clock shone bright. It was 1:27 in the morning.

“It’s one in the morning, Buck. Can’t this wait until the sun comes up?” It apparently couldn’t wait until the sun came up, at least by the sight of Bucky already dressed and with his boots on, the house keys twirling between his vibranium fingers.

“No. Please come with me?” He whines, a shy smile tugging on his lips.

You roll your eyes, a wide yawn contorting your face. A huff, then another, and one final huff for good measure- and you’re pushing up out of bed. Not without flipping Bucky off, though, which he dramatically gasped at.

You fumbled around your room, deciding to just throw on a sweatshirt that was two sizes too big and toss on your glasses instead of trying to get your contacts in while half asleep. Bucky waited impatiently at your door, staring you down. When you finally had your bearings together you faced him, brows up expectantly.

“Whatcha waiting for? Let’s go.” You grinned, shooing him out of your room with your hands patting along his chest.

The walk to the twenty-four hour mart was short, the store only being a few blocks down from the apartment. The fluorescent white lights from inside got brighter as you neared the automatic doors, Bucky’s hand closing over yours as the two of you stepped inside.

It was a habit of his, holding your hand. It was easy. Natural. Like breathing. Honestly- maybe even easier than that. It wasn’t a recent development, but something he started doing a few years back whenever the two of you were in large or crowded places. He had told you that it started because of the profound feeling he often got to protect you. If he was holding onto your hand- he could get to you faster if something happened. But one night your curiosity piqued when he reached out for your hand in Sam’s backyard during a cook-out, the only people there being friends of yours that you had known for years, unsure as to why Bucky would feel the need to protect you there of all places.

‘I just like havin’ you close, alright? Don’t make it weird…’ He had said that night in a breathy laugh, playing off how fast his heart was racing.

His heart was thumping similarly now, though quite calmer as this was routine. It led most strangers to jump to the conclusion that you two were together, but you didn’t mind the stares. You didn’t even notice them anymore.

Bucky led the both of you to the far aisle, your sneakered feet tromping against the linoleum floor. He crouched down, eyeing the handful of syrup choices on the shelves.

‘We never had so many choices back in my day. You had one or two at most, but you were lucky if you could even afford syrup- especially during the Depression.’ You remember him telling you the first time you went grocery shopping together. Bucky always had something to say when it came to shopping, mainly about the outrageous prices stores were charging nowadays. ‘Goddamn.’ Bucky had quipped, his eyes raking the pricing stickers that lined the shelves of the large grocery store you had taken him to. ‘See, in the 30s, Ma would give Becca and I a nickel or two and we’d run to one of those penny restaurants if they were open, and we’d wait in line no matter the weather. For less than ten cents we’d get enough food to last us through the week! Loafs of fresh bread and sacks of potatoes… and if we were really fuckin’ lucky, one of the older ladies that worked there would’ve made some jars of maple syrup that we could buy. I’m tellin’ you, they need to bring those prices back.’

“Do we still have enough pancake mix or should we get some more while we’re here?” He asked, pulling his head up to look at you, the white buzzing lights reflecting back from his pupils.

You hummed, squatting down next to him to look over the choices. “No, I got an extra box last time we were at the store…” You trailed off, your hand coming to grab at one of the many brown bottles. “Here, this one should last us awhile.” You turned the molded plastic toward Bucky, a large dopey smile on your face. “Look it, it’s shaped like a bear. Ain’t that cute…”

Bucky grinned from your words, remembering exactly why he loved you so damn much. An eternal ray of sunshine would be the only accurate way to describe you- even though Bucky had woken you up at one in the morning for a syrup run you still beamed at him like you had won the fucking lottery.

What outstanding deed could he have possibly done to end up with you in his life?

He cannot screw this up.

“Very cute.” He agreed, poking at your side. “Now c’mon, we got some waffles to make.”

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bidisasterevankinard · 9 months

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Inspiration Saturday

well for me already sunday

tagged by @wildlife4life thank you💕

I once made post about what Buck had to go through on Daniel's birthday all his life and decided to write a little fic for @911angstinautumn and this picture helped me to start it

Buying the same vanilla cake with strawberry jam for the third time isn’t easier than it was the first time.

Buck still isn’t sure why he did it the first time, but he just needed to do something, some kind of ritual to feel at least something. To feel himself close to Daniel.

Because he couldn’t even call Maddie, while she was still in Boston, so no matter how he wished to let himself talk about Daniel at least that day, he couldn’t.

He had the option to call Eddie and let himself leave all the pain in conversion with his best friend, but Eddie was fighting his demons before broke down and ruined his room.

And Taylor wasn’t at home either, business trip, Buck doesn’t even remember where she was, but now and there he was just so fucking happy he was alone. Because no one should see him, not even Eddie or Maddie, being selfish, letting himself be broken and mourn the brother he never knew.

First time he was just going home, went to the grocery shop and something made him look at directions of cakes, universe probably, and he saw it.

Perfect vanilla cake with strawberry jam and buttercream. It looked exactly like in the photo Maddie saved from parents.

Daniel and Maddie laughing looking at the camera both with white cream all around their faces. Maddie said it was his last birthday before Danny got sick. She also said it was his favorite cake.

So Buck just went and bought it, with thirty-seven candles, the amount of years Daniels should have celebrated that day.

At home he lit candles and couldn’t stop himself anymore.

Tears were streaming down his face without his control, and Buck let them. He allowed himself this moment to break like a year ago when he first realized why this day every year in his family was such a way it was. Why did Buck always feel empty and sad, why did he hear how Maddie and mother and even his father cried. Why his parents were especially absent on that day.

The answer is: that day is forever recorded as Daniel's birthday, but he had too little of them.

He cried and cried until the candles were about half the size, then Buck blew them out, but before doing that, he looked up and said.

“I’m sorry. I'm so sorry. You should have more time. We should have more time. I wish I could help you, big brother.”

After that, he could not stop himself anymore, he fell to the floor and cried until he felt that there was not enough air in his lungs from tears, and his throat was torn by a cough from thirst, and his eyes were seriously swollen.

Tagging if they want to share : @honestlydarkprincess @911onabc @ebdaydreamer @alyxmastershipper @transbuck @cowboy-buddie @lover-of-mine @heartshapedvows @bekkachaos @panbuckley @rogerzsteven @the-likesofus @elvensorceress @shortsighted-owl @barbiediaz @buddierights @housewifebuck @thewolvesof1998 @wikiangela @hippolotamus @transboybuckley @devirnis @heartbeatdiaz @buck-coded @spotsandsocks @monsterrae1 @spaceprincessem @userdisaster @caroandcats @mandzuking17 @useramor @jobairdxx @translasso @firemedicdiaz @jesuisici33 @bigfootsmom @jeeyuns and anyone who wants to share

#inspiration saturday #buddie

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gatheringfiki · 5 months

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The following ficlet was written by @miaulady based on this photoset.

Fili/Kili, Rating TBC.

You might also be able to read this story on AO3.

If you’ve enjoyed this story, please leave a comment either in replies or on AO3. :)

Merry Christmas, Wherever and Whenever

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Kili manoeuvred the bags carefully around so he wouldn’t drop them by opening the door of the apartment building.

He hated grocery shopping and even more so if he had to buy a lot. Taking more than one trip was just not in his ability. But with the snowstorm coming in fast he had to stock up on food and supplies. He had not thought he would be here over Christmas at all, so he had not bought anything that would go bad while he was at home.

Then this morning he had gotten the alert that all flights and trains were cancelled and that everyone should remain inside.

Instead of having a lazy day and packing his things in the evening in a hurry, he had to write a list of things he would need in the next week so he and Lady wouldn’t starve to death or run out of toilet paper.

He walked up the stairs, reached the last ones and his heart gave up when he slipped.

Snow turned to water and water was slippery on the stone stairs. Normally he was careful in walking up the stairs but he had forgotten this time around.

Instead of giving the floor a holiday kiss and losing his bags to it as he was expecting, he was caught.

“Wow, sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

Kili was pulled up and looked at his saviour, who had come out of nowhere. Blonde hair, grey eyes and a trimmed beard. His mother would compare the guy to an angel maybe and in this case, Kili would for once not argue.

“No, no,” he laughed trying not to show how he was still shocked and only getting more nervous. “I wasn’t looking either. It is fine.”

He placed his bag down, grabbed his key out of his jacket and opened the door of the apartment.

“Do you want to come inside for a cup of coffee as a thank you for saving me?” he asked and turned around.

An empty floor greeted him. Frowning he looked down the stairs and then to the firmly closed door of the apartment opposite of him.

Where had the guy gone?

His apartment was on the top floor, the one opposite belonged to a guy (he only ever saw from afar) who he knew for a fact had left last week (lucky him) and there was no sign of the stranger.

He walked into his apartment and started unpacking.

Now that he was thinking about it, it was weird that the guy had even been there.

Or was he a friend of his neighbour and just hadn’t known that he was out of the city already? But still, wouldn’t you message a friend first before showing up at their doorstep? And where had been his jacket? He was dressed as if it was spring or a cooler summer day.

He locked his door twice, just to feel a bit better and felt stupid for doing so.

“I am crazy,” he mumbled and when he looked at Lady all he got was an unimpressed look. “Yeah, yeah, no new information, I know.”

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Fili stared at the closed door where he had just seen a guy open it and asked him to come in for a cup.

A cup of what?

He would never know.

“Shit,” he sighed and turned around, opening the door to his apartment.

He hadn’t jumped uncontrollably like that for years. What had caused it? He had to figure that out and solve it before it would get worse. Spending a whole week in the year 1544 had made an impression on him he did not want to repeat.

He grabbed his phone and texted Gimli that he could not go out like they had planned because something had come up.

It wasn’t lying per se but it was awfully close to it.

The question was to what time had he jumped? The guy had been wearing winter clothes, so he knew the season at least. And it couldn’t have been more than a few years with how everything had looked in the apartment building.

He went into his bedroom and went through his closet. It should still be there, his old diary concealed as a grey school notebook.

He found a pen on his very unorganised table and started to write down the time he had left his apartment, the time when he jumped back and was glad to see that it was the same amount of time had passed. One time he had jumped, been there for five minutes and when he jumped back an hour had passed.

What else?

It had been some time since he needed to document his jumps.

Had he eaten something this morning that triggered his ability?

He had tea and bread with marmalade. Not really a danger.

Maybe it had been the reluctance to meet Gimli’s new boyfriend.

Not that he wasn’t happy for Gimli, he was. His friend had chewed his ear off about Legolas for almost a whole year by now. With how annoying Legolas is, how arrogant and snobby and whatnot. And then it had changed from complaining to Gimli gushing about Legolas’ talent and character. How funny he was, how good of an archer, how they had pulled a prank on Boromir and they only got away with it because Legolas swore up and down that he had been with Gimli the whole time and surely He, Legolas, was above such childish things.

But couples always made Fili feel like he was missing out. He would never get there.

Not only was he an absolute nerd who studied history, but he also preferred a calm evening at home over going out. Not really the best way to get to know new people. And that was not touching on his time problem. He had to jump at least once a day and he could not fully control it. Who would want a partner that was going to vanish to be in the 16th century for a while and the next day be gone to witness yet another century and maybe talk with people long dead? And it wasn’t like he could just tell people he would date about this to warn them.

He had never met anyone like him and wasn’t going to risk being prodded and experimented on by scientists (He did understand the fascination they would hold, hell his diary full entries showed that Fili was studying himself).

He groaned and looked at the entry. It was short and probably just a dumb accident. Nothing to read into or worry about.

He probably hadn’t jumped enough in the last week with the exams. That was just it. No reason to start freaking out.

Maybe he could risk going out. He jumped now and should be fine again.

Grabbing his phone he left the apartment, the door closing with an unintended bang.

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He should have known better.

When did anything go in a good way for him?

He should have stayed home, safe and dry and warm, where jumping would not matter as long as he remained in a five-year radius.

But no, he had to be optimistic and undo his cancelling of the plans with Gimli. He met the said boyfriend, who had an amazingly dry humour and was very silly for someone who claimed to be elegant incarnate. And on his way back home, he jumped.

The worst part was that he jumped right into a blizzard.

It was snowing wildly and Fili managed to get into the building without being blown away, hit on the head or breaking a bone. Which he called a win.

But now he was drenched, cold and had no idea in what year he was.

A storm like this, surely he would remember a snowstorm like this in the last years?

Shivering he walked up the stairs, praying that the apartment was his and he wasn’t about to break into someone’s home.

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Kili didn’t know why he opened the door, it had been just an urge like opening the fridge to see what there was to eat even though you weren’t hungry right now.

“You!” he pointed accusingly at the stranger standing right on the floor.

“Oh. Uhm. Hello. Again?”

“What- Where did you- Why are you wet?” Kili went through several stages of emotions he couldn’t place and settled on the confusion about the state the other one was in.

“Pretty sure you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Okay, but your friend,” he gestured at the door of his neighbour. “isn’t home. He left last week, I think?”

“Friend? Oh. Oh, yeah. I kind of forgot that.”

Kili looked at the weird stranger. He looked like Lady after a bath. Disgruntled, betrayed and in need of a warm blanket to cuddle.

“Come on in. You can shower, I will lend you some dry clothes and then we can see what to do next.”

“I don’t want to impose-”

“There is no way you are going out there,” Kili crossed his arms. “Not again. That is dangerous and stupid.”As if to prove him right the other sneezed and groaned.

“If you insist. I am Fili, by the way.”

“I am Kili. Now, get inside.”

Fili entered and Kili closed the door behind him firmly.

Clearly, Fili had problems. What exactly those were Kili could only guess. But he could help out with a hot shower, dry clothes and a hot chocolate. Many things could be fixed with those things.

“Bathroom is second door on the right. Just put your clothes in the washing machine and I will place dry ones in front of the door,” he was already walking into his bedroom-

“Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

“Mhmh,” Kili hummed and went through his closet.

Socks, underwear, jogging pants, a shirt and a cosy sweater. That should do it.

He put the clothes down right in front of the bathroom door and walked into the kitchen.

He could hear the water running while he pulled out everything he needed to make hot chocolate. The guy must have had a bad day, so Kili decided to not take the powder but melt the chocolate easter bunny he still had not eaten.

“Goodbye, easter bunny,” he broke the head off and let it fall into the milk. “Your time has come.”

The rest followed quickly and Kili watched the pot carefully. Last time he hadn’t paid attention and the milk had boiled over. The clean-up had been awful.

This focus explained why he did not hear Fili entering the kitchen behind him.

“What is the name of your cat?”

Kili turned around and saw Fili holding Lady in his arms. The girl was purring up a storm and rubbing herself extensively against him.

“Lady,” he turned back around and stirred in the milk, that was threatening to escape the pot.

“Very fitting,” Fili stepped next to him. “I never got a pet, couldn’t really risk it.”

“Oh,” Kili looked at him. He always found it sad when people wanted pets but couldn’t get them for one reason or another. “Allergies?”

“No, but I am not always home every day. Wouldn’t want someone to go without food just because I am not showing up.”

“Oh yeah. Finding sitters is hard.”

“I know this question is weird but, uh, what date do we have?”

“Serious?” Kili stared at his guest. “Christmas. How do you not know that?”

“Oh, I just, don’t do well with … dates, I guess?”“You guess?”

“Listen, it is the best I can come up with.”

“Well, you are stuck with me this year for Christmas then,” Kili pulled the pot off the stove and checked one last time for any remaining bits and pieces of the easter bunny. “There is no way anyone is going anywhere with this storm,” he nodded at the white window.

“Right. Year 2022, Storm Angelica,” whispered Fili.

“You don’t know the date but you know the name of the storm? Are you a weather guy, or what?” Kili laughed and pulled out two cups, both Christmas-themed and white in base colour.

Fili sneezed again and Lady jumped out of his arms.

“Noooo,” he whined. “I didn’t mean to!”

Kili laughed at poured the hot chocolate.

“She probably will hide somewhere and see if you are going to kill her or not. The last time I was sick and sneezed, the affronted stare I got was just- You thought I shot her,” he handed Fili one of the cups and led him to the living room, stirring him to the couch and dropping the blue blanket his mother had made him over him. “Warm up, icicle. I will just grab something.”

Kili went to what he called the season closet. Decorations for any and almost every occasion that could happen in his life were in there.

Pumpkins, plastic flowers, balloons, skeletons, you name it, it was in there. Right now he just wanted a very specific box. Of course, he had decorated his apartment accordingly to winter but Christmas was a different topic to cover. He hadn’t thought he would pull it out the first Christmas away from home but this was happening now.

When he returned with the box Fili was still there and hadn’t vanished into thin air like the first time.

He had curled up under the blanket and even covered his wet hair with it.

“Lady hates me,” he sighed and pointed at the rest of the blankets, folded correctly on the bookshelf. Lady had wiggled in between them and was now staring at Fili, ready to run in case he dared to attack her with a sneeze again.

“She will come back around again,” Kili shrugged and placed the box on the coffee table. “Want to help me detangle my fairy lights and other decorations as well as put them up?”

If he was at home he would help his uncle with decorating the tree right now. This way he could have some sort of a normal Christmas.

“Sure, I don’t mind being put to use. What do you have?”

———-

Fili had a problem.

Several problems to be exact.

Currently, his fingers were trying to detangle several little Christmas balls from each other and he could swear he was making it worse. So that was one problem. The second problem was that two hours had already passed and Fili had no idea how to prepare for the jump back into his present. At least he would not have to worry about being seen twice at the same place. In 2022 he had spent Christmas at home with his dad, he had just skipped the last week of university and borrowed a ton of notes from Arwen. A wise decision because Storm Angelica had hit a week later, cancelling all transit in and out of the city.

That way he had least didn’t have to explain to Kili why they were two Filis.

But he would jump back soon enough and there was no explanation of why he would vanish right under the very nice blanket around him and pop up in this apartment next summer out of nowhere.

Also, this had not been his idea to meet the new neighbour.

Well, “New” was a bit stretched. Kili had moved in during the summer while Fili was back with his dad and with university starting there had been no opportunity to introduce himself. Now in hindsight that was lucky. How would he explain to Kili that he was back in town when there was no transportation running? But still. And then after Christmas things had picked up and Fili had just, kind of, maybe, forgotten it.

And no they were decorating Kili’s home as if they were not total strangers but friends for years. He looked over at him.

Kili was hanging the reindeer fairy lights around the coffee table, fastening them with tape and struggling to keep some of the reindeer from flying upside down. One was giving Kili a serious fightback.

“Let’s just name that one Rudolf,” Fili smiled. “Special reindeer extraordinary.”

“Little fucker is what he is,” Kili grumbled and turned it around again. “What is so hard in staying up, huh? Head up, feet to the ground. That is not hard to understand!”

Fili laughed and finally got one of the balls out of the prisons of knots. “Aha, liberated one.”

“Twenty more to go,” Kili grinned at him.

“Why do you even have so many? And your storage way is just gruesome.”

“Hey, I like Christmas. And I just,” he paused for a second. “Borrowed some when I left home, just in case and no one is missing them either.”

“Yeah, and I know why,” Fili tried to pry open one of the knots and had suddenly five balls free but still in a knot of their own. “This is a nightmare. I bet they were left out every Christmas year because detangling them takes a whole day.”

“You have been working on them for five minutes,” Kili rolled his eyes. “You will be done sooner than later.”

“Whatever makes you feel better about this mess.”

Fili looked over to the bookshelf and smiled. Lady was napping between the folded blankets. He nodded at Fili and then at Lady.

Kili cooed and pulled out his phone, snapping a picture.

“Give me your number, I can send the picture to you then.”

Fili looked at Kili and grimaced.

“Don’t have it with me,” he lied. “And I can’t remember my number.”

Good thing his phone was on silent.

“You really don’t have it with numbers. First, no idea what date, now your phone.”

“Oh, shut up.”

They returned to the decorating but Fili could feel the tension that hadn’t been there before.

He had to jump back. He could feel the tingle he normally got. Time was running out and his jumping ability seemed to have returned to normal.

But he wanted to stay for just a bit longer. Just a few more minutes of Christmas with Kili.

———–

Kili had to stop this. He had to stop crushing on people so fast. And with Fili, it was just so easy. Too easy. But god why was the guy so adorable?? No one had the right to be this fun to be around, to look that good and be that cute.

Lady had woken up and out of the goodness of her heart forgiven Fili so she could curl up right next to his leg and get the occasional pet.

Almost all the decorations were up, only one fairy light was missing and Fili was currently detangling it. Kili took a photo as sneakily as he could. Just to have a memory of this.

“I will come back,” Fili suddenly said out of nowhere.

“What?”

“I will come back,” he repeated.

“You would leave and break Ladies little heart?” Kili smiled. “Of course you will come back.”

“I meant,” Fili looked up at him with a very serious face. “I will come back and explain it to you,” his eyes fell back to the tangled fairy lights. “Just don’t start thinking you are insane, okay? Not until summer.”

“Why would I think I am insane?” Kili scooted closer, so close he was now sitting at Fili’s feet. “And why summer?”

Fili looked down at him and then back at the fairy lights, frowning at them as if they were the reason for all the bad things in this world.

“I won’t make it back to you until summer, I think. And I- I don’t want to ruin this moment. So I will explain. I will explain why I showed up at the top of the stairs and went away right after. Why I came back and why I will leave.”

“Leave?” Kili grabbed Fili’s hands, stopping him from continuing the detangling process. “You can’t leave!” Well, that had come out stronger than expected. “I mean, the storm. It will go on for three days. You are staying. Here, with me and Lady. Warm, cosy, with hot cocoa. Right? I mean, where would you go?”

Why was he feeling so anxious all of a sudden? Fili wouldn’t leave right now. There was no way.

Fili looked at him, opened his mouth and then he was gone.

Kili blinked at the blue blanket falling into itself, Lady lifted her head confuse because her back support was gone.

“His eyes aren’t grey, they are blue,” was all he could say in the empty apartment.

Five minutes of silence went by while Kili was going through several stages of disbelief and a slight mental breakdown that he went insane. Mustard Gas, maybe?

He finally noticed that he had proof Fili had been there. That he had not made him up.

First, the wet clothes Fili had worn were still in the washing machine.

Second, “The bastard took my fairy light with him!”

————–

Fili carefully moved Lady away from the door with his foot (the affronted look he got left him feeling guilty) and left Kili’s apartment.

When he had jumped back to the present Kili had not been home and waiting for him felt wrong, invasive even.

He closed the door and went to his own apartment. Happy that he had remebered to put his key and phone in the pants.

He placed the still partly tangled fairy lights on his kitchen table and then changed into cooler clothes. The crass temperature and weather change would mess him up for a few days with a cold and a ground feeling of being in the wrong season. He hated that part.

Now he just had to wait until Kili would return home, give him like half an hour of space and then walk over to have a long talk and explanation of what happened. He was already dreading it.

Half an hour later he could hear keys jingling and a door closing. Alright, now was the time from worrying to having full on anxiety and then calm down before going over. He could do this. He had to, he owed Kili that much.

—————

When Kili opened the door he was facing Fili all of a sudden.

A smiling Fili, holding the detangled fairy lights, in the middel of summer and saying “Merry Christmas, Kili.”

Kili grinned and pulled him inside, “I will make hot cocoa.”

#submission #Gathering 12 Days 2023 #Fili/Kili #FiKi #Durincest #the Hobbit

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Apartment 106 - ch. one

You finally get your dream job in Grandline City as a fashion designer. You move into your new apartment, make new friends and most importantly… your new neighbor is everything you’d want in a man.

Warnings: modern au Law x fem reader. This first chapter is a little short but I felt like it was at a good stopping place.

Random notes: Bepo & Chopper are dogs in this, reader’s dog is named after Sailor Moon. Any thoughts are in italics

It was mid afternoon on a normal, sunny day in the city. And you just couldn’t believe things were starting to finally come together for you.

A lifelong dream of yours was always to be a fashion designer. For the last three years, you’d been in school for it, attending a university near your hometown. Until two months ago when you were offered a position in Grandline City, at a fast rising, popular, new fashion company. They were in need of somebody to design dresses and other runway clothing, and had found your work online. You jumped at the opportunity, packing up all your things and quickly making plans to move cities.

Today, you were finally moving into your new apartment after spending three days in a hotel. It wasn’t an awful place, but it also wasn’t exactly luxurious. It was a small one bedroom apartment on the Western side of the city. Apartment 105, to be exact.

Getting the keys was one fantastic feeling, but nothing could compare to when you’d first opened the door, stepping inside of your new home for the first time.

The windows were large, stretching from the floor to ceiling and giving you a breathtaking view of the city below. You walked with haste to them and peered down at what resided below the apartment.

It was a simple park. It had a green grassy area that currently had a couple of dogs running around in. There were a few benches and two tables surrounding the area, complete with a water fountain in the center of the walking area.

Everything was coming together, and it was all perfect. A dream job in a big city, an apartment that didn’t just look out into a run down parking lot, and a park right outside where you could bring your dog, Usagi to play.

You ran back outside to begin helping the movers that the fashion company had hired for you. They were already one step ahead of you, bringing your furniture up to the floor you now resided on.

By the end of the day, your things were all inside your home and you decided to bring out some wine to celebrate your success so far.

You stood at the built in bar-table that currently had no chairs, pouring the drink into a glass for yourself. Tomorrow, you’d purchase some chairs and anything else you needed for the place. Tonight, you’d organize and decorate the space to your liking.

—

Waking up the next day, you felt completely exhausted, but at the same time, you were excited and pumped to get out into the city and go shopping.

You threw together an outfit that you were proud of, wanting to at least dress up nicely for your first big day in the city. Up until today, you’d been working on designs to present on your first day of work next week. You needed to make a good impression, after all.

First you went to a furniture store, buying some barstools that had gold legs with your favorite color velvet cushions. They were stunning, and at a relatively good price. You settled on purchasing three.

Then it was to another store to buy decor; throw pillows, photos to hang up, plants, small things like that.

By the time lunch rolled around, you’d already spent half of what you’d decided was your limit for today. You still had grocery shopping to do.

You figured it wouldn’t hurt to grab lunch at a local place. Before leaving the parking lot, you searched for some highly rated cafes and restaurants.

There was one that had caught your eye; Strawhat Cafe. It was an odd name for a restaurant, but it had insanely good reviews from locals. It wouldn’t hurt to try it, right?

When you walked in, a red-headed woman greeted you from behind the counter.

“Hi! Welcome to Strawhat Cafe! What can I get for you?”

You looked over the menu before ordering what sounded best to you, something you knew you’d like so that you weren’t taking any chances of starving.

The woman put it into the computer, telling you it would be about ten minutes before your food would be ready.

“Until then, here’s a cup. And my name’s Nami, in case you need anything!”

“Thank you,” you politely said before heading over to a table to sit at.

A few moments in, though, Nami was speaking to you again.

“Are you new around here? Typically we only get the same locals in,” she asked.

“Hm? Oh yeah, I just moved here… found this place online and decided to try it out.” You answered.

“Why’d you move here?”

“I was offered a job at a fashion company, and they moved me out here.”

“Oh! That sounds fun,” Nami’s eyes lit up. “What do you do for them?”

“I’ll be designing runway clothes as well as designer dresses,” you replied.

“So you’re an artist?”

“I guess you could say that, yeah,” you chuckled. “How long have you been here?”

“Oh, well my friends and I all moved here together, since there’s plenty of opportunities for all of our different fields. I’m currently here, helping out two of them.”

“How many of you are there?” You asked, curiously.

“There’s eight of us,” she answered with a fond smile. “And the guy who started this whole group is always looking for new friends to meet. Maybe you should come hang out, yeah?”

“Really? Are you sure?” You hesitantly said. Nami seemed pretty genuine, but to meet all eight of them so soon?

“Totally. Usually we all meet up here at eight to have dinner. Unless if it's particularly busy, then we wait until closing at ten. You could come by in the next few days, since I’m sure you don’t wanna eat here twice in a day,” she laughed.

“That sounds nice,” you accepted the offer, “thank you.”

“Of course! Also, it seems like your food’s done, I can go-“

“I heard we had a new lady friend?” A blond man appeared in the kitchen’s doorway, your food on the plate he balanced on his right hand.

“Sanji! Don’t refer to her like that, it sounds weird.”

“My apologies, miss…” he waited for your name.

“Y/n,” you told him.

“Miss y/n. Anyway, here’s your food. Enjoy,” he placed the plate down at your table and then promptly retreated into the kitchen.

—

It was late afternoon by the time you were getting back home. You’d parked in your designated spot, and then stared dumbfounded at the trunk of your car… how would you get all this stuff up to the fourth floor?

You supposed you’d just have to make trips back and forth. It’d be a pain, but you really had no choice.

You started with the groceries as some of them needed to be refrigerated or put in the freezer right away. After that, your furniture and decor.

Bringing up the bags of decor wasn’t hard, but the barstools were another story… They were heavy, so you could only carry one at a time.

Bracing yourself, you picked one up and began the trek up to your apartment unit.

You’d gotten the first one in, and then headed back out to get the next… when you ran into someone.

The hallways weren’t very big, so you both nearly walked into each other. You quickly dodged out of the way.

“Sorry! Excuse me,” you apologized, looking up to meet the stranger's eyes.

And then all of a sudden, it was like the world around you had stopped. You felt like you couldn’t breathe correctly.

Oh my god. He’s hot.

“It’s no big deal,” he replied coolly, looking down at you for a few awkward seconds. “Did you just move in? I’ve never seen you.”

“H-huh? Oh! Yeah, I just moved in today. Apartment 105,” you informed him.

“Ah, so you’re the person moving in next door,” he mumbled. “Last neighbor was a drag. Loud day and night, making it impossible for me to catch any sleep.”

“That sounds awful. I promise not to be like that,” you awkwardly laughed. If you didn’t get out of here now you’d make a fool of yourself in front of this gorgeous man.

“Mhm. Anyway… see ya,” he lazily waved a hand up at you as a good-bye gesture, pushing past you down a couple doors to his unit.

Apartment 106.

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bomberqueen17 · 1 year

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what year is it

i’m at that point where-- oh, no it’s been a while that i just plain haven’t known what year it was. i lost count somewhere and idk. how old am I? what year is it? we’ll figure it out.

Spent a couple hours the day before yesterday, during which I urgently needed to be working on cleaning my house, instead helping dude’s mom shovel out. she’d been working for hours, slowly, pacing herself-- she’s 70 after all, and in okay shape but not particularly athletic-- and then the plows finally came by and really plowed her in and she called nearly in tears, and Dude was ass-deep in alligators at work and I said, “give me an hour, and I’ll be over.”

So I got an hour’s worth of very necessary cleaning on the guest room, since my sister is staying there on the night of the 1st. I need to do more cleaning though, because of course she’s with her husband and Farmkid, who will be one day away from turning 9, and is like five feet tall, so they don’t all fit in that one guest bed and I need to clear out a bunch of space in the living room where somebody’s getting the couch. They’re always here in winter; I have guest space on the porch, but not when it’s cold! Oh well.

Anyway. Left that to do later, in what free time I don’t know, I’ll figure it out, and went over and spent two hours shoveling. It was a hard two hours; the snow was really compacted and wet. But we got a lot done. I cleared out the end of the driveway in about 35 intensive minutes, then went back and started on the Drift of Doom blocking the garage. She came out eventually and joined me, and together we broke through the drift but only got the path about four feet wide. Still, that was huge. On my way out I broke up a lot of the snow hoping to get it to melt. But I had to work yesterday, so i couldn’t continue.

She says it’s fine she’ll just back her car over the rest of the pile. I’m a bit concerned. But Dude managed to get out to grocery shop, and did the shopping for her too so she doesn’t have to get her car out and can just wait. She said she didn’t need to go anywhere else. So if she can make it, great, and if not, well, hopefully the thaw takes it down the rest of the way.

Anyway now we’re on flood warnings everywhere. We got 51″ of snow, was the final total, and now it’s 55F outside, room temperature basically, and so everything is melting *everywhere*. I am terrified for my basement, which I used to be great about keeping stuff off the floor of and lately I haven’t been able to and well, if it’s gonna flood I guess it’s gonna flood. I’m so nervous. OH i forgot.

wednesday night, when the temperature first rose, I woke up at 1:30 am to Dude saying, loudly, “OH NO.” I came fully awake immediately, and he said, “why is this wet”, and then I heard it, water dripping, next to my face, and I got so mad because that happened to me so much over the summer in the cabin without a real roof and I was like “NO this is my INDOOR HOUSE” but

the blizzard had forced fine snow through the cracks of the roof deck and it had collected and run down to the edge of the roof and melted into a puddle on the attic floor and now was in the ceiling of our bedroom dropping onto our faces. We had to go clear out a corner of the attic and mop frantically and it was still dripping afterward so I slept in the guest bed and dude slept on the couch so at least when my sister’s family comes we can attest that the sleeping accomodations are comfy.

anyway i’m like. idk the stress is a lot for some reason I genuinely can’t puzzle out. i’m very frazzled. i’m making progress cleaning the house. it’s not the dirt it’s just that there’s so much stuff i haven’t put away in all my traveling and back and forth i never unpacked and anyway it’s just piles of things, and anything that’s put away i’ve forgotten i owned so the only things i use are the things in the piles.

I helpfully tidied everything away into my bedroom and then I get up before Dude so I can’t get dressed until he wakes up and it’s awful. so. anyway. unsustainable. can’t live like this. have to live like this.

Also it’s only 23 days until we go on vacation and i have at least five more garments i desperately want to make so we shall see, especially if i have no time to work on them, what gets done.

oh AND i have cramps, so that’s just like. shit icing on that cake really.

prayer circle for nobody drowning in these floods and the property damage to be minimal and for them to stop finding bodies in snowdrifts here.

#about the author #idk why i'm so harried #i just am #it's all terrible for some reason

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Cause of pain

Part 21

Despite my great desire, I had backed out from the intimacy. I couldn't do it, it wasn't because of him. He was patient and sweet. It did feel dickish to cut it off at the heat of the moment, only I couldn't do otherwise. He wasn't even disappointed, understandingly he stopped and we went to sleep. At least he was asleep, I was fretting. Just before I could no longer stay awake, I had decided to go home tomorrow morning. It had to happen sometime and I could use some more clothes and such.

Looking at my clock, it is almost 11 o'clock. In two stops I will be at the bus stop where I need to get off, then it will be about a ten-minute walk until I get home. I do like having my own stuff again, but somewhere I also dread it. Knowing what my little flat looks like. How all the newspaper cuttings are scattered across the floor, the files laid out on my table. My walls plastered with clues that lead nowhere. Not to mention the remaining clutter, from empty takeaways, clothes thrown where ever I wanted. It is a mess, a huge big depressed mess, a house full of sadness and anger.

The bus driver announces my stop, at which I get off. I have lived in this neighbourhood for a while and can dream my way home, so I know that halfway along my route there is a grocery shop, where I get a few rolls of rubbish bags and also cleaning supplies. Now that the truth has come out, all the information lying in my house is of no use to me anymore.

Standing in front of my building, I take a deep breath. What no one knows is that I lost my job three months ago. I do have some money in my account, mostly from the benefit I get. But I mainly use that to get food, and am now two months behind on my rent. As quietly as I can, I walk into the building to avoid the landlord. But it won't be my luck that when I take my first step inside the landlord opens his door. "Aha, there you are! I still get two months' rent from you, if you don't have it within an hour, I will evicting you." His irritation dripped off of him, there was no point in negotiating with him now. He has made up his mind. After his berating, he turns and walks into his house, with a bang his door closes.

My flat is on the third floor; there is no lift in the building, so I have to climb six flights of stairs. Closing the door behind me, I keep leaning against it for a moment. The heavy dank atmosphere overwhelms me. Everything in this house reminds me of the past year, the tears, the search, the hopelessness. Everything here makes me feel like I can't breathe. Which also makes me think about the past days, how easily I went along with being with Jake. It makes me angry again, looking at the mess, it could have been avoided, all of this. With a deep sigh, I put my backpack down when I realise that my sleeping bag is still with Dan. I shrug, that thing I will see again some time. And as for my rent, I clean and tidy up here, then I leave myself.

First I pulled everything off my walls, then everything off the floor and table. Every clipping, file or piece of string went into the rubbish bag. Fortunately, I finished fairly quickly. The flat is not big, one bedroom, living room, bathroom and a kitchenette that sits in the living room. After getting rid of everything regarding the search, I gathered all of my clothes and took them to the laundry, in the basement of the building. While my laundry was running, I got to work on the rest of the mess.

Around five-thirty, as I am folding the last few pieces of clothing and preparing to put them in my suitcase, there is a knock on my front door. Cautiously, I open it. Pasted on my front door is the eviction notice. "Your hour is long gone, enough is enough. You have twenty minutes to leave the premises, if you don't I will call the police." The landlord is less irritated, but clear. "No problem. I have tidied and cleaned everything, in twenty minutes I will hand in my keys. I'll see you downstairs." I answer him as I close the door in his face.

With two full suitcases and with my backpack on my back, I stand outside. Now I am homeless, and panic strikes slightly. There is only one person I can think of to ask if I can stay there. I grab my phone and dial the number, it takes a while for it to be answered. "Hey Layana, are you OK?".

"Hey Lilly."

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood jake #duskwood game #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood jake x player #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood fandom

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Monsterfucktober - Day 17, Imps (Helluva Boss)

“Sir, I know he’s hot and all, but isn’t it against company police—not to mention Hell policy—to bring a live human back with us? Especially if you’re not going to kill him?”

“Shut the fuck up Moxxie, look at this hunk. He’s cool.”

Blitzo, with a silent ‘o’ flipped Moxxie off and led the human into his office. “Now, tell me, which prince of Hell did you suck off to get a bod that sinful. Ho boy!” The door slammed behind them, and Moxxie put it out of his mind. This was classic Blitz; no rule left unbroken. Unless it was wholly unethical—and even then he’d only give a shit half the time—Blitz would be absolutely down for it. A human was a bit out of the range he’d chalked his boss up as finding attractive, but equally he never liked meeting expectations.

“I’m heading home.” he said to Loona, Blitz’s daughter and company receptionist. It wasn’t like they were going to do business anytime soon, not with Blitz fucking a target.

“Kay.” Loona didn’t look up from her phone. Moxxie was expecting some kind of comment on his weight, but no. The second he left, he went for the grocery shop on the double. There was something he needed, badly.

“Do you have this with that one flavour?” Moxxie was waving a can of soup in front of the store employee, who sighed as their eyes failed to match speed with his flailing.

“Try reductions, then if it’s not there try ‘treats from the other circles’. Have a Hellish day.” Their voice was monotone and lifeless, like they’d been well land truly crushed by the infernal punishment that was working in the service industry.

“Could you come with me?” asked Moxxie, not noticing how badly the attendant wanted to be left alone.

“No.”

“Alright. Pardon my intrusion, thank you.” He left the can on a shelf—the wrong shelf—and went straight for reductions.

“No. No. That’s a used dildo. That’s a well used dildo.” Moxxie swept around the shelves, crammed from top to bottom with recalls and damaged goods. “What kind of store sells ‘live horny tentacle in a can?!’” He heard the distant sound of two or more of Hell’s residents having an orgy in another aisle. “Oh, yeah. Pride ring.”

He went straight for ‘treats from other circles’, double-crossing his fingers that he could find at least one more can of Millie’s favourite. “Come on, come on.” Just as he turned the corner, he caught a glimpse of it: the Lust stall, in all its glory, with one can still on the shelf. But, just on the other side of the aisle was someone else, also looking in the same space. Moxxie started walking, so did the sinner. He sped up, so did they. He broke into a sprint, and the four-armed, fluffy, spidery-looking guy did the exact same thing. Their hands grabbed the can at the same time, fingers interlocked around it.

“Hey, what’s the big idea?! This is my can!” he sneered, trying to pull it from Moxxie’s grasp.

“I think you’ll find this is my can. I came here specifically for it, and I’m not leaving without it.” He could feel his fingers slipping, but he wasn’t going to let up for even a moment.

“Awwww, that’s cute.” His other set of arms grabbed Moxxie by the throat and lifted him off the floor. Still, Moxxie kept his grip on the can. “Let it go, short-stack. I got a million better things to do than strangle you.”

Between gasps for air, Moxxie managed a strained sentence. “My wife is sick.” He drew his gun with his free hand and pointed it dead in the sinner’s chest. “You don’t want to know,” he gasped, “what I’ll do for my wife.”

The spider glared at him. Moxxie glared back, unwavering despite his lack of air. Then the spider let go with all four arms. “Eh, like I need it. Supposed to be going straight anyway.”

Coughing and spluttering, Moxxie put his gun away. “Thank you. Have a Hellish day.” He paid for it without further delay, then rushed home.

“Millie, I’m home!” He called out. The only response he got was a cough. He put the can down on the kitchen counter and went to see his wife.

“Oh hey hunny bunny.” said Millie, giving him a weak smile as he squeezed her hand. She was doing better than before, but still, he hated to see her in pain.

“Are you hungry? Have you been drinking? Do you—“

“I’m fine, really sweetie. I’m just glad you’re home.” She opened her arms, and Moxxie lay down with her. Despite being bedridden, she held him in her embrace. “How was killin’ without me?”

Moxxie laughed nervously. “Funny story: Blitz took a liking to the client, and instead of killing him, well…”

She gasped. “He didn’t?!”

“Yeah! He did! Right in the office!”

“He showed mercy to him from the office?”

“What? No. He’s fucking the target in the office.”

Her mouth was agape, eyes wide. She made a noise that showed she was searching for something to say, but she was struggling. Moxxie thought it was cute, despite the circumstances. “But they’re so smooth and uninteresting!” Moxxie gave her a confused look. “Well, you know. Their whatsits. They’re smooth and boring.”

“You’ve seen a human penis?”

She shrugged. “I got curious. If it makes you feel better, he was already dead, and it looked disgusting.”

“That does make me feel better. Thank you Millie.”

“You weren’t jealous, were ya Mox?” Her tail circled around his leg, and Moxxie felt his insides melt.

“Maybe just a little bit.” It coiled over his thigh, and a giddy smile crossed his lips.

“You know I only got eyes for you, MoxMox.” She kissed his cheek and he felt his body weaken. He’d missed sex, and it felt like a gift to be back when Millie felt in the mood again. But he wasn’t ready to just yet, first he had the can.

“I got you something, it’s a supr—“

“A SURPRISE?!” She sprang out of bed and onto her feet. The covers flew down to the foot of the bed, and Moxxie fell off. When he looked up at her, Millie’s eyes were wild and excited. Nothing made him happier than that look on her face. “What is it? I gotta know right now!” She looked like she could almost jump around in bed; as much as the thought made Moxxie’s loins tingle, he wanted to make sure she didn’t strain herself while still healing.

He got up, laughing as he fended off hugs and nails eager to dig into his back. “I’ll go grab it. But, in case you’re disappointed: just know I nearly shot a guy over this.”

“Disappointed?” Her smile shrank. “Mox, why would I ever be disappointed in you?”

He wasn’t so sure himself. The words just slipped out, and they weren’t ones he used regularly. “I– I don’t know.” He sank down. “I think; it’s just been hard without you. Obviously I’m glad you’re resting, and it’s working. But I felt like I let Blitz down today. Right now he’s in the middle of intercourse with a target, who I didn’t shoot because I hesitated. He’s breaking one of Hell’s most integral rules and it’s all my fault.”

Millie put her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulders. “Sweetie, Blitz has fucked plenty of humans. I walked in on him once fucking some politician on your desk.”

“Really? So he’s done it already? That’s relieving. I guess I feel a little better.” He leaned back into her and put his hands around hers. “Thank you honey, I—he fucked a politician where.”

“Don’t you worry. Come here, let Millie take care of you.” Her legs went around his waist, locking in front of him, and her forked tail brushed against his cheek, then between his lips.

Moxxie’s eyes nearly rolled back. “Anything you say, dear.” She leaned back onto the bed, and he followed her down. His head found a space between her legs; her thighs were like pillows, and he savoured every moment rested between them before she pulled them out from under him.

He rolled onto his front and watched as she got out of bed and opened their wardrobe; specifically, the wardrobe dedicated to sex toys. She revealed a big, red dildo, which she held against her waist and posed in front of him with. “How ya fancy this in your glory hole of a butt, possum?”

His cheeks turned red. Every since that incident on the beach, Millie had taken to calling him that in private. Initially, he felt degraded by it, and not in the best way, but it was what Millie would say after that made it all worthwhile.

She walked behind him, dildo attached to a strap she’d put on, then pulled his trousers down. She spat on the tip of the dildo, then pressed it through his ass hole. He felt the tip press against his g-spot, and that’s when she said the magic words. “Play dead.” He gave up all struggle to hold himself up while she fucked him, instead going limp on the bed while she pushed further and further into him. She knew him like no one else; start it off dry, then lube up when he’s earned it. The dildo went further in, and further, until most of the shaft was buried between his cheeks.

He felt it adjust and press against his front as Millie leaned over him. He felt her breath on his neck, her nose against his ear. “Don’t you ever think you’re a disappointment to anyone. You got that Mox?”

Moxxie felt blissful, so much that he paid little attention to what he said. “Yes Millie, I’m sorry.”

“No apologising!” She pulled back on her hips and the dildo left him hollow, all the way up to the tip, which clung to his insides. Moxxie yelped, biting down on his lip and clawing at the bed. Millie’s sweet voice was filled with the assertiveness that turned him on so much. He hadn’t heard it from her since she started feeling sick. “That’s not very dead of you, is it possum?”

“No. It’s not. I’m a bad possum” He was panting, eager to please but already out of his wits with pleasure.

“Shut up!” She spanked him, and Moxxie’s eyes went wide. The sound echoed around the room. “You’re a bad nuthin’, got it hunny bunny? You insult yourself again and I’ll throw the lube out.”

He tried turning to face her, but only managed to get halfway. He grinned giddily. “Don’t tempt me.” The dildo went in, straight to the base, and he lost his breath before collapsing again on the bed.

Her pace became steady, pulling in and out of him while she murmured reassuring words into his ear. “You’re the best husband a lady could hope for, and you do a wonderful job for B. Now repeat it.”

“I’m a good husband—“ Another spank.

“The best!”

“I—I’m the best husband!” he called out, half speaking, half moaning. The dildo pulled all the way out, and when it went back in, he felt something cold and wet around it. His grip on the bed loosened, and his head fell against the mattress.

“Good possum. I love hearing ya knowing your worth.” She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Moxxie almost didn’t feel it; she’d pushed the dildo so far in that the base was threatening to join the party.

“I’m a good possum.” His breaths were hot, and his vision was blurry. “I’m a good possum.”

Millie pulled out, and Moxxie heard a thud behind him. Instinctively, he turned to check on Millie, but she was standing right there, holding onto the bedside table. The strap-on, however, had dropped to the floor. Millie looked out of breath. “Sorry MoxMox, I’m still tired. Not sure I can finish you off.” She stepped forward and fell onto the bed next to him.

He took her in his arms. “You were amazing. I feel a lot better thanks to you.” He kissed her forehead, and she smiled. “Do youuu want your present now?”

Their tails intertwined and she held him close. “It can wait, I just want my possum.”

“Really? Because I really did nearly kill a guy for it. Kind of a big deal; stand off in the supermarket.”

She shushed him. “Cuddles.”

He nodded and pulled the covers over them. “Cuddles.”

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