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Stranded - Thomas

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Pairing: Thomas/Reader

Word Count: 11,426

Summary: You hated him. You despised him. He was arrogant for what he had done, taking down WICKED. He was the reason that your friends had died in the attack. But, when you find yourself stuck at sea, or even worse, stranded on a deserted island with Thomas, you find yourself realizing you were wrong.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Unprotected Sex, Oral, Choking, Sex in the Water, kinda public sex I guess?, Multiple Orgasms, Dirty Talk

Notes: I guess I live??? I guess I still write. I don’t even know anymore y’all. I’m sorry I don’t post often these days. And I’m sorry this is as late as it is. It was meant for @writingsbychlo‘s Thomas month three months ago but between work and laziness, I didn’t finish on time. Because, essentially, I suck ass. And tbh, I’m not incredibly happy with the outcome of this. It could have been way better than it was because I loved the idea a lot. But at this point, it’s as good as it’s going to get and I just want it done and out there. Hope y’all enjoy it. Big thanks to @roscoeknows and @brien-odylan for always pushing me with this, and @jagked-up for being a sweetie and proofreading for me.

“Gather around everyone!” Vince yelled, his voice dictating the crowd of survivors to the beach front for the early morning discussions. You flopped to the sandy ground, wrapping your arms loosely around your knees that were tucked into your chest. Sharing a few nods with your friends as they passed by, you avoided the gaze of the ex-WICKED test subjects from maze A.

Many of the boys were kind and you got along with easily, but it was the tall, dark haired former runner that never struck you right. Upon learning that he had worked with WICKED growing up, and the downfall of the Right Arm shortly after his arrival, you decided to stay clear of the man, choosing to never forgive him for ruining the home you worked so hard for - causing the death of those who were close to you and raised you to who you are now. That, and he always seemed to be full of himself for his help in saving many people and stopping WICKED.

Well, that’s what you heard from some of your closest friends at least.

You had never truly interacted with the male for long periods of time. It was always in passing during dinner or around camp while getting work done. He would occasionally try to strike up a conversation, but you gave some excuse before running off, letting out a huff of annoyance that he would never get the hint. His aura was aggravating without reason, but you had no plans to befriend the amnesiac.

Turning your gaze towards Vince, who stood upon a rickety stage made of driftwood and fallen branches along the edge of the forest behind camp that you feared would break under his heavy, muscled stature and weighted boots, your ears perked up to hear his morning announcements.

“Good morning everyone,” he called, voice as authoritative as ever. “Based on some recent discussions and feedback from everyone for their tasks around the Safe Haven we have decided to try out a new method for jobs. Moral has been low because people have been mentioning that they have felt things have gone stale because they’ve been doing the same job every day since we situated here, free of infection, free from WICKED."

“So, in an attempt to raise the mood around here, we will be testing out a lottery draw for daily tasks. Remember, this is just a trial run to see how people like it and I think it’ll be good for everyone to be familiar with all of the jobs. And so you are all aware, there will be no job swapping. Once you choose something, that is what you’ll be doing for that day.”

You pouted at yourself, huffing in annoyance. A lottery? Seriously? There were a number of jobs you wished to avoid, namely the ones that involved tending to the pigs that were being raised and handling slimy things that made you cringe. To top it off, you would potentially have to work with people you didn’t know or get along with instead of the people you knew you could stand for more than a few hours.

“We have set up a station outside the dining commons for you to choose your job for the day. And we’ll get some feedback during dinner to see how things went. We’ll decide after a couple weeks if we want to keep it like this, try something new, or go back to how it was before. So please everyone, line up to draw your job for the day.”

You let out a heavy sigh, watching numerous people rush towards the job drawing, uttering something about wanting to be first in line or hoping that they have a better chance at a better task. You were slow to stand, regrettably joining the line of people while patting the sand off your backside. Silently praying you didn’t get struck with a case of bad luck for once, you watched people one by one choose their jobs. Some cheered while others wept, being consoled by their friends. Your own friends - or the group you typically hung with - chose their jobs, luckily ending up in the same task of harvesting the gardens.

Your eyes narrowed on the group of former test subjects that chatted happily after choosing their jobs. Minho, the hulky athletic male of the group, flexed and laughed at his choosing of forest running, gathering food and wood for the village. Newt, the timid brainiac that was lucky to have survived not only a stab wound but the Flare as well, was working the medical room, which he seemed pleased about. Whereas Thomas, your least favorite person in the Safe Haven, was silent, showing an awkward, lopsided smile that you couldn’t read. Was he happy about his job? Disappointed? Apathetic?

Who cares.

You turned from the trio as you approached the box yourself, staring one of the leaders named Mark in the eye. With a short nod at the older gentleman, you stuck your small hand through the hold in the top, feeling the dwindled number of papers inside. One last inaudible prayer later, you were pulling the slip out, eyes clenched shut and bated breath.

Your heart fell when you finally cracked your eyes open, seeing the words sloppily written on the strip. Fishing. You dreaded fishing. As much as you loved to eat the seafood that was brought back each day, you couldn’t stand the task itself. You hated the tedious task of dropping a net or sitting with a pole, waiting for something to happen while the boat that you felt would capsize with ease, swaying with the ocean waves. Add in dealing with the fish, grabbing at their slimy, scaly bodies while they wiggled aimlessly was less than appealing.

Why, of all things, did you have to draw fishing?

You let your thoughts consume you as you dragged your feet towards the beach where the small boat was waiting. With the lack of resources, and a recently lost boat from a hole in the bottom, only two people that could go fishing at the moment. There was a stockpile in the Safe Haven, luckily, but no one wanted to let the supply drop too low too fast. Your thoughts drifted to who you could be paired with. Hopefully it was someone that could manage for you both, that enjoyed fishing more than you. Maybe you would get paired with Gally, or even Aris. They were people that could manage stuff like this.

“Hey Y/N.”

With a screech, you fell forward into the sand, caught off guard at the deep voice before you. The person cursed, rushing forward to help you up. A somewhat tanned, veiny hand extended towards you, appearing in your sight to counter the grainy ground under you that your knees and hands were buried in.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, a blush spreading over your cheeks as you took their hand. But the blush disappeared, your face paling when you realized who it was. Thomas stood before you, helping you to stand to your feet. He gave a toothy smile, staring at you with chocolate hazelnut eyes. The sparkle in his orbs diminished slightly when you slid your hand from his, turning away to brush off your jeans. “Oh, hi Thomas.”

“Don’t sound so thrilled to see me,” he sarcastically bit, tilting his head. You scoffed at him, earning a frown from the man.

“What are you doing here?” you asked shortly.

Thomas rose a brow, turning and pointing at the small boat that was sitting on the shore, already filled with the various fishing supplies you would need. “I drew fishing today,” he said, turning back to you. “I assume you did too?”

“Great,” you mumbled under your breath, letting out a sigh. Holding up the small paper for him to see, you spoke up, “Yeah. I’m unfortunately fishing today.”

“Unfortunate because you hate fishing?” He asked. You were about to nod in confirmation before he continued. “Or, unfortunate because you’re with me?”

At his harsh statement, you frowned, gaping at the man. You struggled to find the right words for him, mouth opening and closing a few times before you managed to utter one word. “Thomas…”

“Come on,” he cut you off, nodding towards the small boat, giving that same awkward smile as before. “We have fishing to do and I’d rather not get bitched at by Vince later.”

That made you snicker, nodding in agreement. “Same though.”

Before long, you were rowing out into the middle of the ocean, the shoreline disappearing. You struggled to prepare the nets and rods, not wanting to watch Thomas row the boat. You hated to admit, but up close, he was handsome. And with him straining his muscles to row, you could easily see his biceps flexing through his dark blue shirt. The sleeves ended just below his elbow, so you had a clear shot of the veins that protruded along his arms.

It was a struggle not to watch him, constantly reminding yourself that you didn’t care for the man before you after everything that happened.

An uncomfortable silence settled between you both when he settled on a spot that seemed to be flourishing with fish. The net was dropped and the rods were cast. You sat in the boat away from each other, staring off into the distance with your backs together, the waiting game upon you. The sun was slowly moving overhead, taunting you with the passage of time. Despite the abundance of fish, nothing seemed to be biting.

Your heart was steadily hammering faster, yet you couldn’t tell if it was because you were sitting alone with Thomas or if it was because every jostle of the boat left you anxious. Thomas seemed to notice your skittish nature behind him, feeling your body jerk and tremble every time the boat would rock more than the last time.

“Are you ok?” he asked, turning to look at you over his shoulder. The second he asked, the boat shook, making you squeal in surprise.

“Fuck, I’m going to die,” you cried, placing the rod aside and resting your elbows on your knees. Thomas blinked, placing his own rod down so he could turn and stare at you.

“Come again?”

“Don’t you get it? I’m too young to die at sea!” you cried louder. The boat shook again, making you squeak once more. “Fuck, I swear that has got to be a shark. This is something straight out of Jaws!”

“...Jaws?”

“Yeah, you know,” you ranted, turning to face him. “That classic movie about the shark that was terrorizing Amity Beach? They had like… three sequels? It was a massive shark that would come and kill people!”

“I… don’t know.”

“Well, what about 47 Meters Down? Granted, we don’t have a diving cage, but we could basically be surrounded by sharks and we have nowhere to go. We are in the middle of the ocean, Thomas!”

“I don’t know that one either.”

“How could you not know them?” you hollered.

Thomas scoffed. “Well, excuse me for losing my memory while in the maze.”

“But I thought you got some memories back from that… that one thing.” You faintly remember hearing about that from your friends.

“I remembered stuff about WICKED. Doesn’t mean I remember your shitty movies!” he snapped.

You growled at him. “God, why are you such an asshole?”

“Why are you such a bitch?” he huffed.

“Thanks for the compliment. I know I’m a babe in total control of herself,” was your smug response, flashing him a smirk. Thomas rolled his eyes, turning away from you.

“God, why did I have to get stuck with you?” he grumbled.

“Because I’m obviously amazing,” you told him, turning to stare at the horizon.

“Fuck you.”

“You would like that.”

You expect him to retort, but he said nothing. You blinked in confusion, turning back to him. He wasn’t facing you, so you only got the backside of his head. Your face fell, a sorrowful thump in your chest making it ache. For some reason, you felt bad for his silence, afraid you had done something wrong. It felt as though his mood dropped, and you couldn’t pinpoint why.

Instead of asking though, you turned and picked up the rod, hoping something would bite soon.

“You know,” he spoke up suddenly, making you jump. “I know you don’t like me.”

Shocked, you turned to him, only to find he still wasn’t facing you. “What? Thomas, no. I don’t-”

“I understand though,” he murmured. “You were happy with the Right Arm before we came. And then within one day, everything you knew and loved was lost. You lost those who practically raised you, like Mary. And it’s all my fault.”

“Thomas…”

“I’ve been trying to make amends for what happened. I know I can’t change what happened, but I wanted to apologize. And you’re the last person I need to apologize to for what happened. I really fucked up that day and I feel bad that I caused so many problems. But you never give me the chance to apologize to you because you are always ignoring me.”

You stared down at your feet, guilt washing over you. This entire time, you had scrutinized him for what he had done and what had happened, judging him for things of his past. You never took the chance to learn who he was and understand how he was feeling. You sighed softly, shifting in your seat, letting silence befall you again.

The boat shook, making you gasp, grasping at the edges of the boat. “Oh my god. What the fuck was that?”

Thomas chuckled. “It was just the waves, Y/N. Calm down.”

“If I get eaten by a shark-” The boat shook more, making you both stumble slightly in the uneven waves. “Oh my god. It’s Jaws!”

“There is no Jaws!”

“I’m too young to die at sea! Why did I have to get ‘fishing’? If I was going to die, why couldn’t I, oh I don’t know, follow the butterflies?” you bellowed. “Fuck, I hate the ocean. Nothing good ever happens out here.”

“Y/N-”

“Is it Jaws?!”

Thomas turned quickly in his seat, just as you turned to face him, wrapping his arms around you.

“Hold on!”

Your eyes widened, feeling the boat shake and shift, being tossed around as the water around you grew aggressive. Your skin paled, barely managing to take a gulp of air before the large wave that was hurtling towards you crashed into the boat, sending you and Thomas toppling into the dark ocean. The waves pushed you around, Thomas barely able to keep his grasp on you.

Your head was spinning.

Your eyes were blurry and unfocused, burning from the salt water.

Your throat ached, wanting to breathe air that wasn’t present as you struggled to figure out which way was up.

Your vision slowly blurred, going black before long, suffocating on the water around you.

A burst of air filled your lungs, your body retching to rid itself of water. You were turned on your side as the water escaped, low heaves and coughs leaving you. When you managed to catch your breath, breathing normally, you flopped back onto your back, staring up at the blue sky. Blinking a few times, you tried to remember what happened.

“Are you ok?” Thomas spoke beside you.

That’s when it hit. You turned to him, eyes slowly widening. You jumped to your feet, stumbling around to look at your surroundings. There was a forest on one side, and the ocean on the other. Wood from the destroyed boat was still washing onto the shore, some of your belongings that managed to survive were scattered in the sand. Nothing was in sight around you - no Safe Haven close to return to.

You glanced down at Thomas, taking note of his dripping wet locks that stuck to his forehead. His shirt and pants clung to his limbs, making his chest and arms stick out more, accentuating the thick thighs you never took the time to notice. Sand stuck to his wet skin, but he didn’t seem fazed by the grainy substance. He was panting, slouched in the sand before where you form once laid.

“Be careful,” he called. “Don’t rush too fast. You just woke up from nearly drowning.”

“Where are we?” you asked.

“I don’t know,” he hummed lowly. “When I finally managed to get us to the surface, this is where we had ended up.”

“So, are you trying to say,” you choked, crouching down into a ball. “That we are stranded?”

“I think so.”

“I’m stranded here with you?” Thomas nodded. You groaned, taking a handful of sand and throwing it away from you both. “Fuck!”

“Y/N, calm down-”

You didn’t listen, rushing to the edge of the water. The waves splashed around your already wet feet, your shoes sinking into the wet sand. “Hello?” you called loudly, cupping your mouth to amplify your voice. “Can anyone hear me? Help! We are stuck out here!”

“Hey, hey. Stop that,” Thomas called, standing from his seat and making his way towards you. He took your hands as you continued to scream into the abyss, turning you to face him. “Stop screaming like that.”

“No, leave me alone! I’m not going to die here with you!”

“Y/N, stop!” he called, holding you struggling form tighter. You eased into him when he raised his voice. “That’s not going to help. You’re just going to wear yourself out faster that way.”

“But-”

“If you continue to scream, you will just make yourself tired and thirsty. And the last thing we need is for you to be dehydrated. You will die faster if that’s the case.” You swallowed thickly, tears brimming in the corners of your eyes. “We need to focus on finding food, water and shelter. Then we can figure out how to get home. We need to make sure we are safe first.”

“But, how?” you sniffled, fear finally kicking in. “I can barely fish.”

“Don’t worry about it. I will handle it,” he whispered, pushing your wet hair back. He grimaced when he felt grains of sand interlaced in your strands, but kept a smile on his face. “Just make sure to keep up, alright smallfry?”

You huffed when he turned away, moving to gather some of the supplies that survived. “I’m not a smallfry, you tree!” you called out to him, chasing after the man.

You managed to gather some emergency supplies that had been luckily sealed to keep from getting wet, giving you a blanket, flint for a fire, and a small knife. It wasn’t much, but it was all Thomas needed before he ventured into the jungle. Though, it wasn’t before you had convinced him to let you spell out an SOS in the sand with rather heavy rocks you found along the coast.

Trekking through the dense jungle, soaked from head to toe in salt water, the humidity piercing the air until your skin stuck more than before, and exhaustion beginning to set into your limbs, was the last thing you had thought would happen when you awoke that morning. Let alone you were with Thomas of all people.

On one hand, if you were going to be stuck with anyone, Thomas was a prime candidate. He had survived the Maze and the Scorch, he was fit and able to hunt for food if needed, and he'd carry you with ease if you suddenly fell flat on your face after tripping over the many tree roots that seemed to wrap themselves around your ankles, tugging at your despair. On the other hand, it was Thomas. The traitor, the ex-WICKED member, the know it all.

You frowned at the thought, glancing up to stare at the back of his head, watching the brown tuft of hair flowing in the breeze that skated by. His shirt stuck to his form with sea water and sweat, his arms effortlessly flexing whenever he pushed aside branches, leaves and bushes. Your mind raced back to the discussion on the boat and Thomas’ plea for forgiveness echoing in your ears. Our stomach clenched with the familiar sense of guilt you had before the tsunami-like wave capsized your tiny haven.

Maybe you had judged him too quickly after all. He was making advances to move on and seek retribution for everything. You were stuck in the past, unwilling to forgive what happened to friends back then.

Maybe it was time to start moving on...

Though, that thought didn’t change that you were stuck alone on this uninhabited island with him. Alone with a fairly attractive man...

Shaking your head quickly to rid yourself of the indecent thoughts, your cheeks flaring up, you hustled forward to join his side. The silence between you was unnerving, the only sound around being your rapid heartbeat that seemed to speed up when you sideways glanced at his face. Unconsciously, you found yourself counting the moles that starred his jawline.

No, stop. What are you doing?

“So, uh,” you cleared your throat speaking up, trying to distract yourself from the plague that kept entering your mind. “What is the plan?”

“We should find water and shelter,” he voiced, cut off by the loud growl of your stomach. Your cheeks lit up, not only due to the embarrassment caused by the protests of hunger your body let out, but also the flips your stomach did at the sound of his deep, but melodic laughter. His dark eyes darted to you, a goofy, lopsided grin inching his cheeks upright. “And food too, I guess. We need fresh water and shelter first and foremost though.”

“And how exactly are we supposed to find that?” you questioned, jumping over a rock and nearly faceplanting. Thomas caught you swiftly, adding more heat to your already warm face. Uttering a low thank you, you continued after him, afraid to speak more.

“Well, I guess we should try to listen for some water. If we can find a stream or river, we can probably follow it for a bit.”

“You mean like that?”

You spied a small stream beyond a set of trees, Thomas’ face lighting up at the sight. “Exactly! Let’s go!”

You laughed at his excitement, though you missed the soft smile Thomas gave hearing you laugh the way you did. He rushed towards the stream of water with you hot on his heel, following the water flowing down the island. A more comfortable silence fell between you this time, making your way through the jungle together.

“Eureka!” Thomas finally exclaimed, dashing away from you.

“H-hey! Don’t just leave me alone you asshole! Or I will never forgive you!”

“Story of my life,” was his snarky reply, but the joking words made your heart clench while wincing to yourself. He wasn’t wrong, but it stung to hear it so bluntly. “Now, hurry up and get over here!”

A silent sigh left your lips before rushing after him, stumbling to a stop at his side in awe. A small lake was at the end of the stream you were following, the water sparkling with the sun's rays glaring down at it. A small waterfall stood in the distance, white foam coating the base, rippling waves making the water glisten and shimmer. You stared in awe at the sight, gawking at the beauty.

“Yahoo!” Thomas screamed before diving straight into the water, belongings dropped carelessly to the ground, making you gasp in shock. Dots of cold water sprinkled along your face, causing you to shrink back in surprise and yelp loudly.

“Thomas!” You screamed at him when he resurfaced, kicking his legs to stay afloat. The man pushed back his dark tresses of hair, wiping the water away from his face. He didn’t care that he was fully clothed, fabric clinging to his muscled form. He was content laying back in the water, eyes glued to the blue sky.

“This is nice.”

“You’re an asshole,” you scowled.

His heavenly laugh resounded through the air, your stomach knotting at the noise. Your eyes followed the man as he flipped in the water, diving into the water again before swimming to the other edge near the waterfall. A tired heave escaped as you sat in the nearby grass, sliding off your wet shoes and socks and slipping your aching, waterlogged feet into the lake. The cool water felt refreshing, a sense of calm hitting you almost instantly. You leaned back on your hands, allowing yourself to unwind for the first time since you awoke on the sandy beach.

“Hey!” Thomas called, making you crack an eye in his direction. He was waving at you from afar, standing at the edge of the waterfall. He pointed towards the falling rapids, calling out, “There is a small cave back here! I think we can use this as shelter!”

“Are you sure?” You hollered back. Thomas nodded, diving into the water and swimming towards you. When he arrived, he stayed in the water, resting on the edge of the lake on his arms.

“Yeah. It’s small, but I think it'll do. It’s dry enough for us to have a fire but it’ll keep any animals out.”

“If I die tonight because you are wrong and some animal mauls me while I sleep, I am coming back to haunt you.”

Thomas grinned, lifting himself out of the water to grab the gear he dropped. The water made his pants sag, exposing the elastic of the dark boxers he had on. You blushed and turned away, listening to him rummage around in the waterproof bag of emergency goods.

“I’m going to try and gather some food from the trees. Do you think you can gather some wood for a fire? We can use the bag and tarp that was inside to keep it dry when we head in,” he suggested, tossing both in your direction.

“I guess. But let me rest for a bit longer please,” you hummed, turning to look at him. Thomas nodded at your words, pocketing a knife set. Turning was a bad decision - Thomas at that moment was stripping off his wet shirt, giving you full display of his toned upper torso, complete with check hair and happy trail dipping into his waistband. His broad shoulders and arms flexed as he stretched, folding the shirt and placing it down with the spare belongings in the bag. His long legs carried him towards some trees with mysterious fruit hiding in the tops, your eyes tracing the back muscles you didn’t know you needed until now.

The man proceeded to climb the tree carefully, trying not to slip too much from his wet pants. Watching him pull himself up, arms bulging and veins prominent along his skin even from a distance, made your body heat up, legs rubbing together slightly. The attractive man left your mind reeling. A shaky breath left your lips, your head turning away quickly.

What the fuck? You thought to yourself, staring at your reflection. Since when did I think of Thomas as attractive?

The soft thunk of fruits being cut down from the tree made your ears ring, eyes darting to stare at the man in the tree before returning to the water. You saw how red your face was.

I thought I hated him. I thought I despised him. But ever since he said he’s been trying to apologize for what happened, I can’t help but think… You groaned, ruffling your knotted hair. Have I just always found him attractive but chose to ignore it because I was irrationally angry at him?

“Aw fuck,” you heard Thomas groan when he fell on his ass while descend the tree. The man stood from the ground, rubbing his sore buttox before moving to the next tree, repeating his attempts to gather food. You giggled to yourself, tucking some loose hair away.

“Maybe I have been too harsh on him,” you sighed to yourself, feeling your heartbeat picking up. “Maybe it’s time to move on and forgive him.That fucking attractive asshole.”

“Hey, don’t get too comfortable! Help a brotha out!” he joking called before jumping onto another tree ungracefully, shimmying up the trunk slowly.

“I know, asshole!”

Hesitantly, you pulled yourself from the ground, grumbling lowly at yourself as you dragged the supplies to the small cave before heading off to find sticks. The entire time you gathered the broken twigs and branches that littered across the ground, your eyes kept lingering on the broad, muscular form in the distance. Setting your eyes on his form made your heart race, face heating up from something other than the setting sun in the distance. You ached, but not from the strenuous task of obtaining firewood for warmth that night. As you crouched for wood, your legs rubbed together to relieve the throbbing sensation that racked your lower body. Your mind was plagued with him - how you never noticed his beautiful or funny personality through your initial judgment. Deep down, you knew he was hot… but it didn’t strike until now just how much you really liked him.

And being stuck with him, seeing how much he cared, only deepened the feeling. Rapidly, at that. You were smitten in a matter of hours, putting aside your hatred to see the real side of the man.

When you walked into the cave, it was silent. Thomas said nothing, busy setting up the blanket so you had a somewhat comfortable place to rest until help, hopefully, arrived. You pouted, a sudden overwhelming sense of doubt hitting you. Though he never showed it, insecurity struck, suggesting to you that he was actually uncomfortable with the situation - that he actually was upset that you had resented him for so long. Despite his attempted apology in the smash boat, he really was unhappy that you wouldn’t accept him.

And here you were, pining over the man suddenly as a new light was making his presence glow in the darkness, giving you some hope, security and a very flushed face at the simplest thoughts. How the tables turned in your mind.

The sun was nearly gone, giving the sky a faint, blue glow, the remnants of pinks and oranges fading into black. Thomas quietly started a fire, the crackling embers flaring up after a few harsh breaths from the man to fan the flames. Both of you settled onto the blanket, nibbling on the fruits he had gathered. A decent gap was between you, your butt at the edge of the blanket just like his.

Listening to the crackle of the fire made your mind race with uneasy thoughts. Occasionally, as you bit into the mysterious, but sweet food, you would glance at the man beside you, finding his eyes glued to the fire before you. Eyes traced his side profile, heating up as you admired his sharp jawline speckled in freckles and moles, bits of scruff forming on his chin.

He hadn’t shaved recently.

Your stomach fluttered, knotting tightly with delight and discomfort. He was handsome, something you would have never admitted before today, but the cold shoulder was killing you. Your mouth was dry, tongue darting out in an attempt to relieve the crackling feeling with no result. Your heart pounded against your chest before turning away, tugging your lip between your teeth to nibble at unconsciously.

Now that you were ready to forgive him, this new feeling was taking over. You really liked him, and you wanted to get to know him more. You were tired of judging him for what happened. You had the wrong perception of him. But, you had to make things right.

“Thomas,” you croaked. The man turned his head; you could feel his chocolate colored eyes on the side of your head, trying to pierce you. The words didn’t want to come out when you opened your mouth, unsure what you wanted to say or ask. You finally managed after a handful of attempts to utter one line: “Do you hate me?”

“What?” he asked, more to himself than to you. When you glanced at him, he was shocked, gawking in your direction. The leg he had tucked into him as he ate was extended, body turned to face you better.

“I just,” you started, twiddling your fingers together. “I’ve been so hard on you since we got to the safe haven. I hated you because of what happened with the Right Arm. But I never gave you a chance to make amends for that. I know you didn’t deserve the treatment I gave you, but I did it anyway, believing that you were this cocky know-it-all for being the savior that took down WICKED. And, I’m sorry for that.

“I shouldn't have judged you so prematurely. I shouldn’t have shunned you or pushed you away when all you wanted was to be friends, to make up for what happened because I get it; you feel guilty for what happened. You blame yourself when you shouldn’t. It wasn’t even your fault when you think about it. And now… we’re stuck here and I just… I keep feeling like because of how poorly I’ve treated you that you hate me now. I’ve done you wrong and you have no reason to treat me kindly. Sure, survival is one thing but… I’m sure you hate me.”

“I could never,” he voiced without a thought, startling you.

Staring up at him, you whispered, “What?”

“I could never hate you,” he hummed, returning to hugging a knee to his chest. “Quite the opposite really.”

“I’m not following.”

Thomas chuckled, continuing, “You were the one I wanted to apologize to the most because of how much I liked you. I’ve…” he paused, taking a deep breath. “I’ve had a massive crush on you for the longest time. You’re the smartest, strongest and most beautiful woman in the safe haven to me. I couldn’t but to develop a small… well, a massive crush on you. And I wanted to ask you to give me a chance, but you would always walk away when I got the courage to talk to you. I knew I had hurt you but I wanted to try. So, yeah. I could never hate you.”

It was your turn to gawk at him. Your cheeks burned, staring at the handsome man in shock. Your mouth opened and closed, unable to say anything for the longest time. And when you finally managed to say anything, you only could say, “I’m going to take a bath!”

Thomas laughed when he watched you rush out, jumping into the shallow water just outside the cave fully clothed. Collapsing onto a rock, water coming up to your waist, you huffed, burrowing your face in your palms.

“God, I’m stupid. He fucking likes me too. He has a crush on me. And here I’m starting to crush on him. What did I fucking run?!”

Sighing, you peeled the wet shirt over your head, struggling to strip yourself of your pants. Since you were already in the water, you figured you should at least wash up the best you could, choosing to scrub your tattered clothes a bit to rid them of dirt and grime. The wet clothes, after you were done, we placed aside, allowing you to sink further into the water. A content breath left your lips, looking up at the stars that made the sky glow.

“So, you like me too?”

You jumped, turning around with arms crossed over your chest to hide your almost bare chest. The cocky male sat at the base of the cave, still shirtless from his earlier excursion.

“Can you not?!” you screamed, splashing water in his direction.

“Sorry, sorry,” he teased. “I initially came to check on you after you ran off, and you’ve been out here for a bit. Wanted to make sure something didn’t eat you.”

“I appreciate the concern, but can you not stare at my chest?” you grumbled, noticing his stare at the water, right where your hands were. “And what gave you the impression that I like you too?”

“You know I could hear you, right?” You blushed, sinking further into the water. “Listen, I’m glad you are starting to like me too. But I will leave you be. I will let you tell me when you’re ready. I’m honestly just... “ He stopped for a second. “I’m just glad you don’t hate me anymore.”

“I don’t think I ever really hated you,” you admitted to him. “I was just blind to how much I really did like you. I never took the time to notice how handsome, smart and funny you are. I lied to myself that I didn’t like you when I’m pretty sure I liked you a hell of a lot.”

“You know, being stranded on this island sucks,” he hummed playfully. “But, I’m glad I’m here with you. It really is something special.”

“Thomas.”

“I will leave you be to clean up. I shouldn’t bother you. But please give me a holler if you need me or something happens.”

He stood to leave, turning his back to retreat into your small dominion for the night. He didn’t hear the water splash as you rushed to the edge of the water, not caring to shield yourself as you called out to him again.

“Thomas!”

Slowly, he turned back to you, a red hot blush clearly appearing on his skin despite the darkness. “Yes?”

You were silent for a second before speaking up, “do you want to take a bath with me? You know, clean up and maybe wash your clothes?”

He chuckled, contemplating for a moment before letting his feelings cave over his rational thoughts. He turned around briskly, rushing to join you in the water. His jump into the shallow water, albeit not a big one, was enough to make the water splash against you, Thomas earning a squeal of surprise. He grinned, falling back into the water so he could float among the small waves so he could pull his pants off.

You blushed, moving to sink into further water, deep enough to hide yourself but to not have to tread water. You avoid his eyes, keeping your eyes on the rippling waves, listening to the patter of the waterfall behind you.

It wasn’t until you heard the wet slap of his pants on rock and felt his warm presence against your back at you became hyper aware of him standing right behind you. You could feel his hot breath fan against your neck as he pushed your wet locks aside, draping them over one shoulder.

“Is this fine?” he asked quietly. “I don’t want to go fast. I don’t want to scare you away, but I can’t keep myself away. I should have just walked away, but I can’t when you’re so close. You said you like me too and I’ve wanted this for so long. So please, if you don’t want this, tell me now.”

“Tommy,” you breathed. The name made his breath hitch - something you caught instantly. His body stiffened against yours, his breathing picking up. Your heart was beating just as fast as his was, though you couldn’t pick up on the rapid pounding in his chest.

“Please. If I’ve gone too far, tell me. Because if you don’t stop me, I don’t know what I will do. I’m a hormonal guy, Y/N. And I’m stranded on an island alone with the most beautiful girl int eh world. The girl I’ve admired for too long. I don’t want to hurt-”

You turned quickly, cupping his cheeks in your hands and pulling him into a rough, sloppy kiss to silence him. The man’s muffled grunts were lost to your lips, his body instantly reacting to yours. He pushed closer to you, his erection obvious against your leg. His hands wrapped around your waist, hugging you to his muscled chest, wet pecs flexing anxiously with the jump in his heartbeat. Your fingers curled against his cheeks before pulling away, grinning cheekily.

“You talk to much. Maybe I should have just continued hating you.”

“Nope. This is better.”

His lips crashed back onto yours after his hasty response, tilting his head to give him as much room as possible to engulf your lips with his. Your hands eagerly slid up to his wet chocolate tresses, tangling in them to scrape at his scalp. His hands ran along your waist until he found your ass, lifting you up against him so your legs could wrap around his midsection. Things escalated quickly, heat building with the sensual kiss.

And you weren’t arguing right now.

He backed you into the shallowest part of the water, placing you down to focus on the heated kiss. His tongue darted along your plump lips until they parted, automatically shoving past them to enter your wet cavern. Tongues battled for dominance, something you easily lost. His tongue ran along your mouth, tracing every inch of it before pulling away for air, a short string of saliva still connecting your lips.

Your chests rose and fell quickly for air before instantly delving in for more open mouth kisses. Lips dragged against each other, wet smacks mixing with the rushing water beside you. Noses bumped whenever your heads turned to get a better position, teeth clashing with every heated crash. His lips dragged along yours, sucking them teasingly before devouring them again and again.

Your hands slid down from his hair, landing on his broad shoulder first before running down his chest. Your fingers skimming along his skin made him shiver, pecs jumping under your sultry touch. His arms flexed, more veins emerging from his skin as he got excited. When your thumbs brushed against his nipples, he shuddered, breaking the kiss to let out a gasping moan.

“Don’t do that,” he rasped, a glint in the glare he sent you.

“Oh. Are your nipples sensitive, Tommy?” you cooed, smirking up at the man. A deeper groan left his lips, his face burrowing in your neck. Tiny nips and kisses were left on your skin, Thomas earning himself a moan.

“I hate that you started using that name so quickly,” he uttered deeply. “It’s making it really hard to control myself.”

“Who said you needed to control yourself?” you spoke without warning. Thomas groaned once more, hands fussing with the bra strap against your back.

The article was nearly ripped from your skin and tossed aside, lost to the lake as it drifted away in the water. His eyes were dark, near animalistic, like he was staring at his prey right before he pounced. You weren’t telling him no; you were encouraging the hungry tiger inside. He intended to take advantage of that, even if his mind told him not to. His body spoke louder. His hunger made him salivate, taking in the sight of your bare torso before lunging.

His head dipped down, latching onto your breast instantly. Your head fell back, unleashing a loud moan at the pleasure. His mouth wrapped around your hard bud, tongue flicking at it happily. His large, veiny hand grasped the other one, fondling it fiercely, between his long fingers. Even if you told yourself you didn’t want this, your body screamed that you did. Even if you told yourself you didn’t want to be stuck with Thomas, you were glad it was him. Even if you told yourself you didn’t like him, you knew for a fact you did.

What he was doing felt phenomenal, and you wouldn’t change that for the world right then and there.

Thomas pulled away with a pop, sucking red marks along the skin of your mounds before resuming his licking barrage on the nipple, grunting against it happily. More moans left your lips, fingers tangling in his hair to keep yourself together, giving you something to tug at while you were pleasured. Your legs rubbed together, feeling heat pooling between them the more he attacked your chest, suckling at your nipple repeatedly. When he finally switched breasts, you lost control, nearly shouting his name into the night sky.

“Oh, fuck, Thomas!” you mewled, pressing his face further into your chest. “That feels so good.”

“Shit,” he choked, prying himself from your grasp to move up to your level. His body sliding against yours allowed you to feel the obvious bulge in his boxers, your core twitching as a result. “If you keep that up, I’m going to have to fuck you senseless. You have no idea how hot that is and how fucking horny I am right now.”

“Then do it,” you let out. “Fucking fuck me already.”

“God damn.”

He didn’t ask twice. He was stripping you of your only remaining garment, tossing them with his own onto the rocks behind you. Your stare turned south to catch a glimpse of his shaft, gawking at the size. “Holy shit,” you gasped. “Is that what I was missing by hating your guts?”

His was long and hard, his hand wrapped around the girthy base to stroke it casually. The tip was swollen and red, beads of precum coming out the tip when he tugged at himself. He was much larger than any other guy you had seen - the few one night stands you managed to have were nothing compared to this. You were silently thanking the world for what had happened, giving you a chance to make things right with Thomas and to get fucked senseless by a god. You were thankful for the realization of your feelings because right now, your pussy was pleading to be filled.

“Should have talked to me sooner. We could have been fucking for a while now,” he teased. “Of course, I wanted you for more than a good lay, but I’m sure I can please you when you need it.”

“Oh? Low blow, cowboy. Sure you can stick to those guns?”

“Why don’t we find out?”

The tip ran along your folds a few times before he pushed in quickly, bottoming out in seconds. A loud, prolonged moan left your mouth, the noise drawn out and making your throat vibrate. Thomas grunted at the feeling of your tight cunt around him, your walls grasping at his hard cock eagerly. His eyes closed, trying to not cum instantly. You were wet and warm, clinging to him intermittently, hugging him tightly. The subtlest shift made you clench, another loud noise filling the air.

Before he started to move, he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He gave you a chaste kiss before groaning, shifting you against him. “If it gets to be too much, stop me.”

“Alright.”

It started slow, your body bouncing against his. His hands sat on your backside, using your ass as leverage to guide your body against his. His long shaft slid in and out of you slowly, rubbing against your walls and poking at the sensitive spots. Whenever he was nearly freed, you were brought back down onto him, fully sheathing him inside your warmth.

The speed picked up gradually until you were being slammed onto his thick cock repeatedly, enhancing the pleasure you were feeling. Your moans grew in volume, filling the night air around you. The water splashed against your sides with every diligent thrust into your tight core, aiding Thomas’ thick cock in sliding in and out of you. Nails clawed at his skin, diggin crescent-shaped moons into his shoulders while being bounced, keeping you steady and upright.

Thomas groaned loudly, the sound of your seductive moans in his ears making him harder than he thought was possible. His chocolate pupils, darkened by lust, traveled south, traveling the features of your face the entire time. Your lips were rosy from the intense kisses you shared, your bright orbs were half-lidded with ecstasy, your cheeks were flushed under the moon that was rearing it face over the trees slowly. When his eyes befell your chest, watching your breasts bounce up and down against his moist chest, the former runner was floored. He had never seen something so wonderful - so attractive. His stomach tightened, hips thrusting faster into you, unleashing a more animalistic nature that had you screaming.

“Oh, god!” you let out, throwing your head back. Your entire body shook, your knotting stomach flipping a million times a second. Thomas grunted out at your echoed speech, leaning forward to latch onto your breast, after a bit of trouble to keep a steady pace and attack the mound as it jostled aimlessly. One hand found its way to his wet locks, tugging at them harshly. The suckling to your peaked buds made your eyes flash white, the shaking increasing significantly as your high hit. “Oh fuck, Thomas!”

With your walls clenching, your warm cunt hugging him tightly and his cock growing slick with your arousal, his head began to spin. Maybe it was the lack of air; he wasn’t breathing while he bucked into you, nibbling at your breast with all of his might. His thrusts grew sloppy, fighting to control himself while you had your orgasm. When he finally felt your body going limp, he moved forward, resting you on a shallow rock and pulling himself free.

You blinked your eyes opened, glancing at the dark haired man that no longer occupied your used core. Your pussy throbbed, trying to clench around nothing but air, screaming at its sudden emptiness. Thomas’ eyes were glued on you - all of you - taking in your fucked-out expression, round breasts that were littered with red love marks, and your chest heaving with uneven breaths. His large hand, covered in veins, wrapped around his cock, stroking himself quickly and harshly, pulling the skin of his length over the tip slightly. The man hunched forward slightly, refusing to give in until he was grunting loudly, utter a few curses before releasing himself onto your form.

Thick ropes of his hot seed shot from the tip, dotting up your stomach to your chest, covering your breasts in his white, steamy essence. Bits of water washed the droplets away when it splashed across your body, but he licked his lips at the sight of you covered in his cum, looking hot with the white strings as your form. His unruly noises got louder when you ran your fingers along the few drops that remained, particularly on your breasts, rubbing the thick substance around your taut buds slowly.

“Shit,” he huffed, kneeling on the rock beside you. His lips connected to yours in a searing kiss, your lips instantly parting to allow his tongue to invade your cheeks. Your tongues tangled together messily, noisy open-mouth kisses smacking against each other in haste. Thomas’ hand slithered between your legs, shamelessly shoving two fingers into your sensitive core. The moan that he ripped from your was lost to his throat. His fingers shoved into your pussy quickly, making you writhe under him.

The kiss broke, allowing your shaking words to escape. “Don’t go so rough.”

“Are you a bit sensitive after you took me?” he asked cheekily, making you laugh slightly.

“I guess you could say that. I think I’m a little overstimulated. I haven’t had sex in a while.”

Thomas blinked, hand stilling. “You’re had sex before?”

Your eyes met, confusion in your eyes. “I mean, of course. I tried dating a guy once after we came to the safe haven, but he was only good for a single lay to relieve some stress from everything,” you revealed. With a giggle, you continued, “Don’t tell me you haven’t had some action since we got here.”

“Oh. I-I mean.. Well, yeah. Who hasn’t?” You didn’t seem convinced, earning a deep sigh from Thomas. His fingers removed themselves from your core, the man sitting on the rock beside you. You sat up yourself, hugging your chest slightly. “I guess if you count the one night stand I had after getting really drunk on Gally’s drink.”

“No way. With who?”

Thomas chuckled at your enthusiasm. “I can’t really remember. She was gone before I woke up in the chicken coop. I think her name was Mandy because after that night, she never talked to me again.”

Your laughter grew louder, leaning on the frowning male. “That’s fucking great.”

“Laugh it up, bitch.”

“I will,” you teased. “But, how come you never tried for more?”

“I mean,” he sighed, looking down at you. “I had my eyes on someone I really liked. But, she didn’t like me back. Wouldn’t talk to me, wouldn’t look at me. She hated my guts.”

“Well,” you sighed, looking up at him with a joking smile, “she’s lost out. You should forget about her.”

Thomas laughed, leaning down to kiss you softly. His hand, wet and dripping with water, moved up to caress your cheek as his lips dragged against yours slowly. “I think I already am because I have someone amazing with me now.”

Together you sat under the moonlight in the water for a while, cuddling until you felt your feet wrinkling and your body shiver from the cold that was setting in. Thomas exited the water first, lending a hand to help you out afterwards. Gathering your discarded clothes, you hobbled back into the warmth of the cave. While you laid out the clothes to dry, Thomas added more wood to the dying fire, letting it flare back up before you both snuggled together on the blanket, seeking warmth with each other.

You faced him, staring up at his sharp features, fingers dancing along his muscled arms and speckled cheeks. His biceps flexed under your touch, cheeks curling upwards with a smile at the gentle skim of your touch. His own arm was draped over your waist, drawing imaginary shapes to the small of your back. You had never been so comfortable or content in your life, having spent so long running from Cranks or escaping from WICKED in hopes of finding a safe place to live in peace, praying to harmony in your unpredictable life. You frowned at the thought; you had misses so much because of your judgments.

“I’m still sorry,” you whispered lowly. Thomas hummed, waiting for you to continue. “I’m sorry for everything, Tommy. For shunning you, judging you, mistreating you. You didn’t deserve it.”

“It’s fine, babe,” he mused, kissing your forehead. “I get it. You don’t need to beat yourself up about it.”

“But-”

“No buts,” he laughed. His eyes met yours, giving you a soft smile before leaning in and kissing you on your lips softly. “We just need to move on from here.”

“I guess so.”

“Just give me a chance to show you that I’m a good guy,” he teased, making you laugh.

“Yeah, if we ever get off this island,” you said. “But, being stranded with you isn’t nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be.”

“Are you saying that shipwrecking with me here was going to suck?” he gasped.

“Tommy, I didn’t even want to fish with your ass!”

“But I have a fine ass.”

“Yeah, I know,” you teased, daring to roll onto him, straddling his waist with ease. Your lips connected in a fiery kiss, earning a deep grunt from the former runner. “I watched you climb a tree today. You have a nice behind.”

“So do you,” he rasped lowly, cupping your backside tightly in his palms. The action made you mewl, grinding your hips against his sharply. Your lips connected once more, letting your tongues tease each other. Thomas’ cock was growing hard under you, sliding between your moist pussy lips. The man murmured against your lips after breaking your kiss, “I’m getting horny again.”

“I can’t say I disagree,” you uttered, grinding on him harder, two moans filling your small hideaway. His cock was twitching against your wet core, the hands that remained on your ass helping you rock against him faster. “Fuck, I just want you inside me again.”

“If we do, I can’t promise I will last long… or pull out in time to not cum inside you.”

“That’s fine,” you let out.

Thomas grinned seductively, teeth twinkling mischievously. “You know, if that happens, there will be a chance you could get pregnant.”

“I know, but I trust you.”

The words made his heart jump slightly. “So, are you saying that you want me to fill you with my cum? You want me to fuck you silly and maybe put a baby inside you?”

“I mean, I will take the fucking me silly, but if a baby comes with it, you’re helping to raise it.”

“Deal,” he gasped.

Within much thought, he was aligning with your core, sliding into you. You moaned at the feeling of him filling you up once more, your pussy full with his giant cock. The tip of his cock brushed against your g-spot, as well as new spots he hadn’t hit before. The new position came with a new angle, and the new angle let him reach deeper inside you. He stayed still for a moment before guiding you along his length, rocking you back and forth along his shaft.

You laid against his as you moved along his cock, breasts pressed against his chest. Your lips danced together occasionally, dragging against each other slowly before parting to let our low moans. The subtle smack from the kisses made your heart race and core clench, squeezing around him tightly. They were such loving kisses, but they made your walls tight and wet.

Pushing up on his chest, separating from the multitude of kisses you shared, you picked up speed, riding him quickly. His cock slid in and out of you quickly, your body rising up and slamming back onto him before he could escape your grasp. Your speed gradually built until you were slapping your hips together loudly, sweaty skin sticking together and pulling apart with slick noises.

Thomas licked his lips, eying your bouncing breasts for a bit before turning to watch his cock slip in and out of you. He was familiar with your breasts moving when he was inside you, but he thoroughly enjoyed the way his cock would emerge covered in your sweet arousal, making his length glisten in the firelight, before it disappeared back inside your tight cunt, throbbing with the need to explode. He wanted to fill you up, spilling every last ounce he had into your hole. He wanted to watch the white seed drip from your lips, oozing out because you were so full of him.

The desire to do so was overwhelming, so much that the man lifted you off of him with a short whine, and flipped you over onto your hands and knees. He found himself ramming back into you from behind, hearing a short scream rip from your throat when he wasted no time in slamming himself into you. He bucked wildly, his speed nearly godly, thrusting himself deep into you. His new speed and position made you scream his name loudly, clawing at the bunched up blankets under you. Your body shifted with every thrust, only kept steady from a firm hand he kept on your hip. The other hand planted firmly to your backside, a reddening handprint pressed into your skin.

“You feel so good, baby,” he growled, pushing harder. His hips snapped into your ass, balls slapping against your folds. The sounds of slapping skin mixed with the uncontrollable noises that left your mouth in panted breaths, making Thomas grin widely. “You like this, Y/N? You like when I fill you up with my giant fucking cock?”

“Tommy-”

“You love when I fuck you into the ground like this? You just can’t get enough, can you?”

“No,” you managed to utter. “I need more.”

“What was that?” he asked, the hand that had been slapping at your ass occasionally sliding up your back to your neck. He gave it a firm squeeze, hearing a choked breath leave. He didn’t want to hurt you, but you made no effort to remove it, so he figured you were fine. Maybe, you were even enjoying the restriction. “Speak up, baby. I can’t hear you.”

“Fuck, Thomas. Fill me up already! Please!”

“God, you just love being filled up. Such a dirty girl, wanting to be filled up with my cum. You want all of my cum inside you? You want me to fill you up with all of my cum?”

“Yes!” You hollered weakly. Dots were blinking in your vision, your body tightening with your inevitable release. “Please fill me up Tommy. I want to cum with you. I love the feeling of your cock so much, but i want to feel you inside me.”

“Fuck, thats hot,” he muttered, shoving into you faster than before. He pushed up onto his feet, releasing your neck so he could steady you against him. His entire body was used to push into you, every part of his body leveraged to excite you over the top. He wanted to make your next orgasm one to remember. He wanted to have you releasing on his cock more than you thought was possible. He wanted to explode every drop into you. “Cum with me, Y/N. Please baby, cum all over my fucking cock.”

You moaned in response, body nearly going limp from your orgasm. Your stomach hurt from trying to hold back, so you didn’t keep it in. The knot was burned away, and you were spilling everything you had onto his length, making it slick enough to still slide in and out of you as he thrust sloppily. Your walls were clinging to him desperately, convulsing with every droplet you released that stuck to his length.

Your tight, wet cunt made Thomas’ head spin like before, his own high nearly. Your core was hugging him close, squeezing him lifeless. The warmth was making him throb and twitch, finally exploding his load into you with one loud grunting groan. His thick seed shot from the tip, painting along your inner walls like white paint. The former runner let out a prolonged mewl of approval, thrusts slowing, letting your walls milk him of every last bit he had built up.

Your bodies finally collapsed from exhaustion, Thomas remaining inside you until he had softened to a tiny chub. His fascination led him to watch his arousal slip from your pussy lips, the man licking his lips slowly.

“That’s something to remember…” he whispered to himself before moving to kiss your shoulder blades. “We should get some rest. Then tomorrow, we can try to find a way off this island and back home.”

He didn’t receive a response.

“Y/N?”

He turned you over, finding you sound asleep, chest rising and falling steadily. You had a gentle smile ebbed onto your lips, resting peacefully. The man chuckled, pushing back some of the hair that stuck to your sweaty forward, placing a sweet, loving kiss to your temple. Laying beside you, he curled you into his chest, struggling to pull the blanket over you to keep you warm in case the fire died out while you slept. His head rested on his sore arm, but he didn’t mind the pain; his comfort came from you beside him, in his arms - finally.

“Sleep well. And thank you for giving me a chance. I didn’t think getting stranded would be such a good thing...”

His eyes fluttered open, finding a small stream of sunlight filling the cave. It took a moment to process his surroundings. The fire had died, he was in a cave, and you were nuzzled into his side, bare naked and sound asleep. Thomas thought he was dreaming before recalling the wave and the boat crash, finding you stranded on an unknown island without a way home. He also remember the heated evening of confessions, apologies and sex that blew his mind.

Not in any rush to move, he pulled you into him, nestling his face in the rats nest atop your head. He could feel your lips curling up against his skin at this, the man chuckling. “Good morning,” he let out, voice raspy and deep with sleep.

“Good morning,” you muttered lowly. “Can we not move for a while? I hurt.”

“I’d figure,” he laughed. “I fucked you a lot last night.”

“And honestly?” you hummed. “I regret nothing.”

“That’s relieving actually. I’m glad I won’t have to be punched later to forcing you to have sex with me.”

“Never,” you laughed, struggling to look up at him. Thomas glanced down at your sleepy face, placing a soft peck to your lips.

“So, you are going to give me a chance later right? Like, when we can finally get home?”

“I thought I made that clear when I apologized for how I’ve been treating you,” you scowled playfully, punching his chest weakly. “And you kind of fucked me a lot. You’re not leaving me dry for a while.”

“I can handle that,” he smirked, pulling you into a deeper kiss.

The steamy kiss would ahve led to a heated round of unruly morning sex if your ears hadn’t perked at the sounds outside the cave. You pulled away from a disappointed Thomas, sitting up abruptly.

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” he asked.

Listening carefully, you heard the faint call.

“-Mas!”

“-/N!”

“Someone is calling our names?” you asked, glancing at the man who shrugged.

“Did someone manage to find us?” he thought aloud.

“Thomas!”

“Y/N!”

“Oh my god,” Thomas gasped, jumping to his feet and rushing to the cave entrance. “That’s Minho!”

“What?!” You exclaimed back, running after the man.

In your excitement, you both ran from the cave in search of the voices calling your names. Thomas’ hand clasped around yours to keep from getting separated, keeping you from falling over any trees or rocks. The voices grew louder as you rushed through the sea of green trees, pushing through bushes and in the mud.

In the distance, you locked eyes with the boy calling your name - Thomas friend from the maze and the former leader of the runners. Minho’s eyes grew when he saw you both run from the bushed, calling his name. You halted in the middle of a small clearing, panting for breath.

“Thomas, Y/N,” Minho uttered softly before his eyebrows scrunched up. “Why are you guys naked?”

“Eh?” you let out, looking down at yourself. Realizing what had happened, you shrieked loudly, hugging yourself. Thomas turned to hug you, glaring back at Minho.

“Look away!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Minho called, turning around. “I don’t want to stare at your bare ass anyway!”

“Fuck you,” Thomas growled. “How did you find us anyway?”

“We’ve been searching all night. When you didn’t come back, we pulled out the small motorboat to search for you. Someone mentioned the waves had picked up, so we thought something might have happened. We found the boat wrecked on the island-”

“Wait,” you called, stopping him. “There was a motorboat?”

“Yeah,” Minho said. “It’s always in the boat we used to get here. It’s not used very often to conserve fuel and all, but it’s pretty decently sized and everything.”

“We had a motorboat, and you set us out to go fishing on a wooden rowboat?!”

Minho blinked “Ummmm…”

“I’m going to kill you, Minho!”

The former runner took off with you hot on his tail, uncaring that you were still barren to the world. Thomas sighed as he watched you chase the man around the clearing, weaving through trees before tackling the man to the ground, scarring him as you beat him up.

“I guess I should be thankful,” Thomas told himself. “Otherwise, we wouldn’t have ended up stranded here and had the night we did.”

“Thomas, help! Get her off me!”

“Can’t help, sorry,” Thomas called, turning away. “I need to go get our stuff from the cave. Plus, she hates me, remember?”

“Bullshit!”

“Take it easy on him, babe. He’s our way home!” Thomas teased, walking away.

“He dies tonight! I’m roasting Minho alive!”

“Good talk!”

“Thomas, don’t leave me with this monster! Something obviously happened and you can’t leave me like this!” Minho called, but Thomas was gone. “THOMAS!”

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Dutch’s Con | Arthur/F!Reader | Secret Cupid! ♥♥♥

Light Skinned, Plus Sized Female Reader!

Happy Valentines Day!!!

This is my @rdr-secret-cupid gift for my cupid @thepalestcowboy / @asteroidbear I really hope you liked it. I used some of the things you suggested when you answered my ask. Sorry if it seems like I’m roasting you a little bit when Y/N is being self-deprecating!!! I swear I’m just repeating what you said and don’t worry spoiler alert. Arthur is SO into you. ;)

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Relationships: Arthur Morgan x Female Reader Words: 3443 Tags: Fluff, crushes, lewd thoughts, one bed trope, awkward Arthur (like, not smooth at all. Man’s game is rusty AF) Warnings: Reader is described very specifically to look like my cupid as this is a gift for her! :)

Summery: You and Arthur are sent on a recon mission, posing as newly-weds but *GASP* There’s only ONE bed???

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Arthur glowered at the back of his horse’s neck as she took long, laboured steps onwards towards the town of Oakseed.

He could tell the poor old girl was feeling the heat more than he was and he vowed to treat her to a sugar cube and good grooming once he arrived at his destination.

His eyes flicked to his left he heard you grumble under your breath. The humidity was suffocating, and he wondered briefly if you were suffering a little more than his poor old horse.

You were a relatively new addition to the gang but he felt he had gotten to know you well enough in the last few months for you both to work side by side. At least, that’s what he had told himself after the choice had been taken away.

You were to spend a few nights in the town closest to camp. Playing the part of newly-weds and scoping the scene for rich old bastards that would be easy to con.

Dutch had been so sure that you would work well together. Arthur had his doubts. He had voiced them vehemently and repeatedly but they’d fallen on deaf ears. Dutch had insisted that this recon mission was only to be pulled off by the two of you alone and when Hosea had put his paper down long enough to back him up, Arthur had realised he had lost.

He looked to you now, riding alongside him. The sweat he felt running down his own back was gathering on your neck and chest and the heat he felt burning against his bare arms was currently tinting your face a light shade of red.

You wiped at your forehead with the back of your palm. Smearing sweat and dirt together in a feeble attempt to stop it from dripping into your eyes.

You blinked furiously in the afternoon sun, wishing you’d thought to bring a hat. Even the sparse shade of the trees along the edge of the trail didn’t shield you from the unrelenting heat. You licked at your cracked lips. Gritting your teeth as you were reminded that you’d drank the last of your water not too long ago.

Flies buzzed around your face and you felt yourself grow agitated as you let go of the reigns briefly to swat at them.

You heard a sniff of laughter from your right and turned to face your traveling companion with an incredulous scowl.

“It ain’t that bad.” Arthur said simply, his tone light as he shooed a large fly away from his own face.

“I’m not from here… I ain’t used to the heat.” You croaked, throat dry from breathing in the dust that had been kicked up by your horses hooves.

“I can tell.” He replied plainly, mirth in his tone as he looked back to the road with a smirk on his lips.

You watched him for a moment, feeling silly for your frustration but unable to curb is as another fly made a beeline for one of your nostrils. You swatted at it, growling angrily and jolting slightly as your horse decided she’d had enough.

She snorted angrily, hooves stomping the ground in agitation as she began to disobey you.

You were never fantastic with horses to begin with. But after your old faithful had passed away on a mission, you’d purchases the first horse you came across just to be able to get back to the gang.

She was moody and stubborn. She could tell you were inexperienced and liked to test your control. That coupled with the stifling heat, you were surprised she had tolerated you this long.

You held the reigns tight, thighs clenching onto your saddle as you cooed her softly and tried desperately to stay in your seat.

Arthur was at your side in an instant. His own horse exhaled softly as he steered her towards you. The large mare not batting an eye as your own horse fidgeted uncomfortably at the proximity of the other animal.

“Here.” Arthur said gently, his calf brushing against yours as he leaned in against your side. Leather covered hands with bare fingers encompassed yours as he showed you how to pull the reigns more efficiently. “Like this.” He instructed simply, pulling back on your hands and showing you where to hold them.

“It’s alright girl.” He purred, directed at your horse. “It’s okay.” He assured; your horse seeming to calm at his words alone. His firm grip on your reigns slowing her to a stop. You couldn’t help but swallow thickly at the way his voice reverberated in your ear. “There.” Arthur whispered, slowly handing you back the reigns and turning to face you.

"You gotta’ show her you’re in charge.” He said quietly, voice uncharacteristically gentle.

You nodded in understanding. His face only inches from yours as he pulled his hands away. You turned back to the road quickly, Arthur doing the same. Clearing his throat as he directed his mare back to her side of the road.

Your horse listened to your direction as you subconsciously guided her a little farther from Arthur than you had been before. It was as if you could still feel the heat radiating off his brawny form from your place across the trail.

“Thanks.” You said softly, smiling through your embarrassment as Arthur made a noise of acknowledgment.

The rest of the ride was silent. The soft clip of your horses hooves against the dirt filled the space between you both as you passed through the gateway entrance of the small town.

Arthur directed you towards the small hotel on the end of the main street. He’d stayed there once before and knew where he was going.

You hitched your horses at the post to the left of the hotel and jumped down into the red dirt with a thump. Disturbing the dust and coughing slightly as you breathed it in.

Arthur moved to stand beside you and hovered as you removed the supplies you needed for your stay.

“I can’t wait for a bath.” You sighed as you turned to him, your bag in your arms.

“Mm.” He hummed in agreement. Eyeing your possessions coolly before opening his mouth to speak.

“Listen.” He said awkwardly, crossing his arms over his chest as he spoke. “We should probably only get the one room.” He said clumsily, making your brow raise at his forwardness.

Arthur watched your face chance, furrowing his own brows before raising them both in surprise as he realised his mistake. “For… For the con.” He explained in a hurried whisper. “Just… for authenticity o’course.” He added quickly, holding out his hands in front of him.

“Of course.” You replied quickly.

“Right.” Arthur nodded.

“Sure.” You smiled with a shrug, trying to break the tension.

Arthur nodded again, clearing his throat uncomfortably as he pulled his hat down further to cover the flush on his cheeks.

You stood there for a moment, unsure what to do now as you waited for him to take the lead. Arthur seemed to follow your train of thought, turning quickly and walking towards the entrance of the hotel.

“Don’t worry.” He chuckled, stopping as you drew closer to the front door. “ You can have the bed.” He clarified.

You stopped just behind him, laughing nervously.

“Oh, I don’t mind.” You said earnestly when you realised he hadn’t been joking.

“Please. I insist.” Arthur said firmly, holding up his hands once more before turning back towards the hotel. You watched him go, frowning at the way he had spoken before sighing inwardly and following in his stead.

“Okay.” You mumbled, fully aware he couldn’t hear you.

You supposed you should have known better than to put yourself out there like that. Arthur was nice enough but he was the type of man that had women throwing themselves at him without him needing to try. You weren’t sure you were even close to his type.

You were on the larger side and your skin was very light considering the amount of time you spent in the sun. All the woman you’d seen Arthur chatting too in the last few months were incredibly thin and at least three shades tanner than yourself.

You cast your gaze onto the ground as you followed Arthur up the front steps of the hotel. A sickening feeling of rejection sinking to the bottom of your stomach as you resigned yourself to keeping your feelings for him locked deep inside.

Arthur stopped in front of you suddenly and you looked up at his handsome face inquisitively as he held out his hand to you.

You took it without thinking, letting yourself be pulled inside and silently swooning at the feel of his fingers intertwined with yours.

Arthur stopped at the front desk, nodding to you once and reminding you without words of the part you were to play in this con as you both waited for the man behind the counter to notice you.

He looked up within a few seconds and you watched in awe as Arthur flashed his charming smile at him.

“Hello.” He began simply, his voice a long drawl as he forced a chipper tone. “The name’s Arthur Callahan.” He said confidently, flashing a toothy smile as his arm slid around your waist as easily as if he had it done it a thousand times before. “And this is my wife Clementine.” He purred, pulling you against his side as he looked back to the man behind the desk. “We’ll need a room for the night and the lady would like a bath.” He ordered, placing a few notes on the desk in front of him and sliding them across to the clerk with the palm of his hand.

The clerk’s eyes widened as he jumped to attention.

“Of course sir.” He agreed, snatching the money roughly from the counter and stuffing it into his pocket. “There’s a room ready at the end of the hall.” He said cheerfully as he placed a key on the counter and slid it into Arthur’s waiting hand. The burly man caught it with ease. “Our bathing facilities are this way ma’am.” The clerk continued, gesturing in the other direction and waiting for you to move first.

You smiled in response. Turning to Arthur and placing one of your bags into his outstretched hand. He had been waiting patiently, as a doting husband would. You caught yourself flushing as the older man turned away with your belongings.

Even if it was all one giant fantasy… You could get used to this.

Once you had bathed you headed towards your room. You knocked softly and waited for Arthur to answer. After a minute of silence you tried the handle only to find it still locked. You knocked again, waiting a few seconds before returning to the front desk.

The man there informed you that Arthur had headed back outside after placing your belongings in your room. You frowned in confusion, following in Arthur’s footsteps and walking back outside towards the horses.

You didn’t have to look far. Stopping in your tracks as you caught sight of him. Large, muscular arms flexing in the late afternoon sun as he ran a grooming brush over your horse’s rump. You watched for a second, smiling involuntarily before walking closer.

He turned at the sounds of your footsteps, pausing his work and looking you over briefly.

You could have sworn you’d seen his face change momentarily. Cheeks growing rosy as he turned away from you and began to speak.

“Hope you don’t mind.” He said casually, petting horse’s side as he continued to groom her. “I gave Bo a once over and I figured YH/N could use one too.”

“Thank you.” You said quickly, guilt rising in your stomach that you hadn’t even considered your horse. You’d been so keen to get yourself clean you hadn’t even thought about your poor horse that had carried you all the way there.

“Don’t feel bad.” Arthur said quietly, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “I don’t usually go to this much effort. I just didn’t feel too much like sitting around in the room.”

“I wasn’t feeling bad.” You lied. “I was just coming out to give her some attention.” You said bluntly as you stepped up next to Arthur and petted your horse’s neck.

She snorted softly, looking to you for a moment before returning her attention to the food Arthur had left at her feet.

Arthur looked you up and down once more, quickly turning his attention back to the horse as you turned your attention on him.

“What?” You asked frankly, eyes roaming his form as he shrugged in response.

“Nothin’.” He answered, tucking the grooming brush back into his satchel and dusting off his hands. “Just don’t look like you was about to come outside and do some grooming.” He snickered, gesturing towards your fresh, clean clothes and damp, towel dried hair.

“Well I was.” You lied again, voice a little more firm than you’d have liked, causing him to smirk in response.

“Okay.” He conceded, holding up a hand to calm you before giving his horse a quick pet and turning back to the hotel. “it’s getting’ late.” He mumbled, gesturing with his head towards the door. “Should probably head to bed.”

You nodded in agreement, watching as a smile formed on his lips. You cocked your head in question and he chuckled softly.

“Well, you’ll head to bed.” He laughed. “I’ll head to floor, I suppose.”

You barked out a laugh, covering your mouth quickly and turning away to hide your embarrassment. Arthur seemed to feel accomplished in making you laugh. Smiling wider to himself as he headed inside.

You followed along behind him, feeling like an idiot.

Arthur opened the door and allowed you to move into the room first. You were surprised to see he’d already set up his bedroll on the floor next to the double bed in the middle of the room. You frowned at his haste as he locked the door behind you both.

You slipped off your boots and left them at the end of the bed. Crawling on top of the covers and positioning yourself on the left side, closest to Arthur’s bedroll as he took off his own boots.

You stared at your hands, eyes flicking up to see what was taking so long and shooting back down to your lap when you realised Arthur was unbuttoning his shirt.

You licked your lips, eyes darting back up once more. You inhaled softly as he pulled the fabric over his shoulders. The muscles in his broad chest shifting with him as he let the shirt fall to the floor and his hands moved to his belt.

You looked away quickly, swallowing hard as you listened to the clinking of his buckle as he worked the leather out of the loops in his jeans.

A soft clunk signified it had joined his shirt on the floor and you scolded yourself for having the urge to look up at him once more.

You resisted the temptation. Picking at the dirt under your fingernails as you heard him approach. A small, strained grunt accompanying his decent to his bed on the ground.

The silence in the room was deafening. You suddenly found yourself wishing you had brought a book. Anything to look at other than your own hands, the ceiling or… Arthur.

You turned to him intending to say your goodnights, surprised to find him studying you with curious eyes.

“What?” You asked a little too quickly, feeling flustered at his gaze.

“Ain’t you gonna get comfortable?” He asked, gesturing towards your outfit and making you look down at yourself uncertainly.

“I am comfortable.” You answered, confused.

“I mean, more comfortable.” Arthur laughed, hands gesturing to his own bare chest and then back to you. “It ain’t comfortable to sleep in a shirt and jeans. I’ve tried.” He chuckled, feeling inexplicably flustered.

“I’m fine.” You answered tersely. Suddenly extremely irritated at the feel of your jeans cutting into your waste and feeling suffocated by the neck of your shirt. But the thought of stripping down to your undergarments in front of Arthur was too much to bear in that moment.

He already wasn’t interested in what he saw. No point in going out of your way to show him even more of your body.

“Okay.” Arthur replied with a shrug. “Just saying. You can if you want.” He remarked casually. “I ain’t leering you know?” He chuckled awkwardly, staring at his hands as the words left his mouth.

You smiled weakly, unable to stop yourself as the words fell from your own lips.

“Trust me, I know.” You mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat at the admission.

Arthur looked to you with furrowed brows, blue eyes filled with confusion as you turned away from him.

“What you mean by that?” He asked quietly, frown deepening as you shook your head at your own stupidity.

“Nothin’.” You said softly. “Nevermind.” You added as you slid down in the covers. Wishing for nothing more than to be able to pull them over your head and hide.

Arthur watched you for a moment longer before following your queue and slipping under his own blankets. Staring at the ceiling as he tried to figure out what you had meant.

Perhaps you were being sarcastic. Had you noticed the way he’d looked at your earlier? Had he made you feel uncomfortable with his gaze?

He mentally scolded himself. He had tried so hard to hide is quick glances but of course you had seen the way he was looking. He couldn’t help himself. The way your freshly washed hair framed your face was intoxicating.

Not to mention your choice of jeans. He’d been sure to walk in front of you on the way back to the room so he didn’t have to spend the entire time staring at the way the denim hugged your ass in those pants. They were his favourite of all the pants you owned. He couldn’t help but look twice when you stepped up next to him outside.

A silence descended upon the both of you as Arthur found himself lost in thoughts he would be ashamed of later. He cursed himself for making you feel uneasy. Selfishly wishing he could have kept his eyes to himself so he’d had the chance to see you in less clothing.

He wondered what kind of chemise you’d wear to bed if you were alone. Or perhaps you only wore a brassiere.

Arthur thought as his tongue darted out to lick as his dry lips.

He swallowed audibly, rolling to face away from you as felt the heat that had been rising on his cheeks travel lower, down his neck and towards more intimate places.

He’d already made you feel uncomfortable more than once today. He didn’t intend to be caught red-handed thinking sordid things about your body or more specifically, the things he would do to your body given the chance.

He was suddenly extremely grateful for his place on the floor. Unsure he would be able to hide his attraction to you if faced with the reality of sharing a bed.

He had found it hard enough to slip an arm around your waist at the front desk. To remain composed and casual while being that close to you. It had been torture.

He’d told Dutch from the beginning that they wouldn’t be able to sell the story. This con was going to fail. But without admitting his crush he was unable to give a strong reason why you two wouldn’t work well together.

He was pretty good at playing a part when he needed to but he wasn’t sure a person that had spent weeks dancing around his feelings for you could play the part of your new husband successfully without things getting awkward.

Dutch had put a lot of emphasis on how important it was that the two of you were in harmony to pull of your con. It was important that people believed you were in love. He stressed how imperative to the mission it was for you to be openly affectionate with one another and…

Arthur’s mouth fell open as realisation washed over him.

“Dutch you sly bastard.” He growled into the darkness. His hand coming up to rest over his eyes as he kicked himself for being so bloody stupid. “There’s no mission.” He whispered angrily, suddenly full of regret for his insistence at sleeping on the floor.

End.

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Thanks to anyone that reads this! I hope you enjoyed it! Would love to hear your thoughts. ♥

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In the garden would you trust me?

Summary: So, it's been a while since I've posted any writing, but the other day inspiration finally struck. I've always thought about how it would be fun to write a story inspired by the folklore love triangle and I finally came up with (hopefully) a good way to do it!

This story will be 3 parts - one part from Betty's perspective, one from August's, and one from James'.

But here's the twist - I am writing James as a girl. I know that Taylor has said that James is a teenage boy, but I'm taking a little creative liberty here. Hopefully it's well received!

So here goes nothing - part one is below!

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(Betty's POV)

The sound of metal clinking rings through the soft, late summer breeze. Betty squints, trying to determine what she’s actually looking at in her biology book. The bright sunlight against the glossy finish of the paper makes it nearly impossible to make out much of anything. As she strains to see the blurry image of cell, a swift wind sweeps through, whipping Betty’s papers into the air. She audibly grunts, studying outside seemed like a good idea at the time, but now she’s not sure.

Before she can think of standing up from the picnic table, a slender hand slides her papers back onto her book. Betty glances up, meeting the bluest pair of eyes she’s ever seen. The taller girl sits down opposite her, and Betty takes a moment to study her. Her wind-swept blonde hair is pulled into a loose ponytail, and her eyes glimmer almost magically back at Betty. She’s wearing an orange t-shirt with the number 8 printed in the upper right corner, the words Tigersprinted across her chest. She’s definitely a soft ball player, but shouldn’t she be over on the field across the way, with all her teammates?

“You’ve got to watch the wind when you study outside,” the girl finally speaks, a small smirk on her face, “I’m James by the way.”

“James? Isn’t that a boy’s name?” Betty replies before she can stop herself, but she quickly realizes it was a little rude, and she blushes shyly, “Also, why aren’t you on the field?”

“Well, you’re full of questions,” James chuckles, and her laugh may be the sweetest sound Betty has ever heard, “My parents wanted a boy, but they got me. So, my name is James. As far as your second question, we’re taking a break. I was walking over to the bathroom when I saw your papers take flight.”

“Sorry,” Betty says, still blushing, she can’t believe she let herself say that to a complete stranger.

“Don’t be sorry,” James replies sweetly, a hand still lying on top of her biology worksheets.

“Thank you for saving my homework,” the blonde’s hand on her work reminds her to thank the other girl.

“No problem…” James falters for a moment and lightly laughs once again, “I don’t think I got your name?”

“Betty.”

James gives her a toothy grin in return, “Betty. I like that. I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

“My family just moved here, I’m new to the school,” Betty explains, glad they are finally on to a new topic and her rude remarks seem to be forgotten.

“Ah gotcha,” James nods knowingly, “how do you like it so far?”

“It’s alright, everyone seems pretty friendly,” Betty looks down at her book, fidgeting with the dog-eared corners, “my classes seem ok, it’s just hard to transfer schools your junior year, you know?”

“I totally get it,” James replies, after intently listening to every word Betty spoke, “well, I know it’s hard to make friends at this stage in the game, so consider me one,” the other girl’s hand lifts off the stack of worksheets and across the table into Betty’s space.

Betty can’t help the broad smile that spreads across her face as she grasps onto James’s hand, “Thanks.”

“James!” a deep male voice strikes the calm afternoon air.

“Oh, that’s me,” James stands up and Betty quickly realizes how tall the girl is, “I’ve got to get back over there, but I’ll see you around?”

Betty nods, “Definitely!”

“Oh wait! Once more thing,” James blindly reaches for a pen off the table and grabs Betty’s hand back into hers.

Betty can’t stop her cheeks from turning a rosy pink at the feeling of ten numbers being etched onto her skin.

“That’s my phone number,” James drops her hand and the pen, before turning around to head back to the softball diamond, “you better text or call!”

“I will,” Betty replies shyly as James sprints back over to her team.

******

“Betty, Betty, BETTY!”

Betty is finally jolted back to reality. She quickly glances up from her desk, her math teacher standing over her with a worried look on her face. Betty quickly takes stock of what has just happened. The classroom is empty, there are tears staining her cheeks and the desk below her and not a single answer is written out on the test paper in front of her. This day just keeps getting better.

“I’m sorry,” she quietly mutters, grabbing the blank sheet to place it in her teacher’s hand, accepting her failure this time.

“Betty,” Ms. Davidson’s voice sounds soft and concerned, and she places the blank sheet back in front of Betty, “what’s wrong?”

The brunette shakes her head, not willing to commiserate with anyone, especially not a teacher, “Nothing.”

“It’s clearly not nothing, considering you just cried your way through the first test of the year and didn’t fill out a single answer,” she still looks overly concerned.

Betty sighs, “I just got some bad news this morning and it kind of threw me a little. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, I know you’re a smart girl,” Ms. Davidson replies kindly, kneeling down in front of Betty’s desk, meeting her still teary eyes, “and I don’t want you to start off the year with a 0 in my class. How about you come back during your study hall and try taking this test again?”

Betty nods enthusiastically, “Thank you Ms. Davidson. That would be great.”

Ms. Davidson stands back up and gives her a small pat on the shoulder, “Whatever that boy did, isn’t worth all these tears.”

Betty nods with a small frown…more like whatever she did, “I know.”

“I’ll see you during study hall,” she says before Betty grabs her books and heads out the door.

Betty walks briskly down the hall towards her locker, weaving in and out, around the other students. She doesn’t want to risk running into James right now, it’s not something she can handle. Not after what Inez told her this morning.

A fresh wave of tears form behind her eyes, just thinking of the terrible encounter. The bubbly, blonde gossip had been standing by her locker before she even got there. Before Betty could even put in her combination, Inez was talking a mile a minute. She didn’t gather the whole situation with how quickly the other girl was talking. She did pick up the most important part though. Apparently, James was seen out with some other girl, from a neighboring school’s softball team. They were at the local diner, sharing a sundae and according to Inez, they looked “pretty cozy”.

Betty wants so badly to not believe it, but it adds up. James has been so distant for most of the summer. They’ve only been in school for a month and Betty just chalked it up to senior year stress. It’s James’s last softball season and she knows how badly she wants to do good. Very quickly though, texts became less frequent, excuses were made when Betty asked to hang out. That’s why she’s sure it has to be true, even though Inez’s sources aren’t always that reliable.

“Betty!” the last person she wants to hear calling her name pulls her out of her thoughts.

Before James has a chance to reach her, she’s on the move, heading towards the bathroom nearest to her locker. She can sense the tall blonde behind her, but pushes past the door of the bathroom before James can catch up. Betty flies into the stall at the far end of the room, putting the toilet seat lid down and sitting. She’s tries her best to keep her tears at bay, but soon enough she sees a worn pair of converse on the floor in front of her stall.

“Go away James,” Betty says curtly, clutching her books tightly to her chest, putting all her focus on making her voice sound steady.

“Betty…please,” James’s voice sounds desperate – almost sad, a tone she’s not used to hearing from the blonde, “let me explain.”

“I think Inez did enough explaining already,” Betty can’t stop her voice from shaking this time and she knows James heard.

She hears James sigh, and her head thud lightly against the door of the stall, “Please…Betty, baby…”

“DON’T call me that,” she’s surprised by how firm her voice was that time, but something about the pet name sets her insides aflame.

A loud clatter rings through the small space and Betty sees James’s skateboard hit the floor, followed by James herself. She sits cross legged in front of the stall, Betty can only see her legs, clad in ripped blue jeans.

“I’m not leaving until you let me talk to you,” James says stubbornly, but Betty can hear the way her voice is shaking now too.

“Well then it looks like we’re both going to be here for a while, I hope you’re ok with skipping 2nd period,” Betty spits back out just as stubbornly.

“I wish I could see your face, but I guess I’ll just say my piece through the door,” James sighs once again.

Betty doesn’t want to hear what she has to say, but on the same hand, she supposes it has to happen and she’s not sure she can bear to look James in the eyes when it does. Her response is silence and James takes that as her go ahead.

“I didn’t want you to find out like that,” James says almost timidly after about 30 more seconds of silence.

The soft admittance digs the knife in so deep Betty feels like she can’t breathe for a moment, a whole new batch of hot, angry tears already pouring down her cheeks, “So it’s true.”

She can hear James sniffle and she knows that she’s crying too, “I’m so sorry Betty.”

“Why?” Betty can’t hold her emotions at bay any longer and a choked sob follows the one-word question.

“It just happened, I don’t even know,” James is floundering but not coming up with any valid reasons, “but believe me, I feel terrible. I feel so guilty, it’s been eating me alive.”

“Then why did you keep doing it?” Betty replies almost venomously, you wouldn’t know she was crying by the tone of her voice.

James’s quiet sniffles have turned into full blown sobs and Betty can barely understand her lame excuse of a response, “I don’t know.”

“Who is she?” Betty asks coldly, she has to know.

“Her name is August,” James manages to choke out, “I met her in softball this summer. She doesn’t go here.”

Betty suddenly feels so angry she can barely keep her body from shaking. She pulls at the delicate chain around her neck, a necklace James got her shortly after they started dating. Betty yanks at the little gold heart until the chains breaks free from her neck, and she tosses it under the door at the other girl.

“Obviously, you realize we’re no longer going to homecoming together this weekend right?” Betty asks dryly, her hands still shaking, she’s surprised she hasn’t dropped the books in her lap.

Betty can see James delicately grab the broken chain and pendant off the floor, followed by another small sob, “Can’t we just try and work this out?”

“How could you possibly think we can work this out, when you can’t even give me a good reason?” her voice sounds tired and sad, so very sad, exactly how she feels on the inside, Betty’s not sure she can make it through the rest of this day.

James doesn’t respond, just quietly weeps on the other side of the door. Betty has had enough, she needs to leave this bathroom – now. She stands up and smooths out the wrinkles in her yellow sundress, trying to salvage what little dignity she has left. She swings the door open and James looks momentarily surprised.

“Move,” Betty doesn’t even make eye contact, but the tall blonde listens to her and scoots to the side, so Betty can walk past and out the door.

Betty doesn’t even look back once, because if she did, she would never leave this room.

******

It’s nothing short of a miracle that Betty even makes it through the rest of the day. It was a constant battle of holding back her tears and trying to avoid her ex-girlfriend, all while trying to function. She’s sure she still bombed that math test, even with the extra chance to put answers on the paper.

When she gets home, she bypasses going inside. She knows she won’t be able to avoid her mother’s questioning gaze. That alone will make her start bawling and she can’t bear to tell the story one more time today. Instead, she heads past the gate leading to the backyard and straight to her garden. The one spot in this entire world where she feels truly at peace. She hopes it can bring her that same sense of relief today.

As soon as she flops her bag down in the grass, she weaves her way through the flower bushes and tomato plants, all the way to the back fence by her sunflowers. She all but throws herself at the earth, pulling her legs tight against her chest. A fresh batch of tears starts to trickle from her eyes. Betty truly didn’t think she had any more tears to cry but being in this garden isn’t having the healing effect she thought it would. It was foolish to think that she would be calm here. This garden holds too many memories of James, and Betty instantly regrets ever brining the taller girl here. She’s tainted the one place she’s sought solitude since her family moved to this stupid town. When they moved, Betty had been distraught, leaving all her friends behind. Her mom and dad had both asked if there was anything that could make the move better. Betty had almost instantly said a big garden.

Betty loves the outdoors, she has ever since she was a kid. Her grandma had instilled a love for plants and flowers in her, from the moment she could walk. She remembers sticking her stubby little fingers in the dirt, placing delicate seeds with the aid of her grandma. Then helping to tend those sprouts until they produced leaves, flowers, and fruit. There’s something so gratifying about bringing new life into existence, with just a little water, sunshine, and love.

Now, what was once her happy place, is full of sour memories. Betty looks at a row of blueberry bushes and scoffs, remembering how excited James had been to see the blue fruit the first time Betty brought her here. That very same day, they shared their first kiss, next to the blueberry bushes. The sound of early evening crickets and the feeling of soft grass beneath her toes failed in comparison to the feeling of James’s soft lips against hers. Her heart had soared and felt almost as full as being in this garden makes her feel.

Not anymore though.

Betty wonders if she’ll ever be able to look at this garden the same way ever again. She slowly stands from her spot in the grass and heads inside. Thankfully, her parents are no where to be seen and her little brother is still at soccer practice, so Betty is able to make it to her room without being seen.

The moment she enters her room, her heart sinks. The first thing her eyes land on, is James’s ill-fitting cardigan hanging from her bed post. Her heart feels heavy as she remembers the day James had bestowed the beloved sweater upon her. They were taking a walk in the park, after getting ice cream. It was late September, so the days had been hot, but the evenings were starting to become chilly. Betty had shivered as they walked, instantly regretting leaving her denim jacket at home. James has always been observant. At the first sign of her coldness, James had slipped off her baggy cardigan and slipped it over Betty’s shoulders. Betty felt warmer immediately and it wasn’t just because of the soft fabric hanging on her.

Betty stomps over to the bed and all but rips the cardigan from the post, tossing it to the ground. She kicks it under the bed before flopping stomach first onto the mattress.

She was foolish to let James in. Now it’ll take a lifetime to recover from the kind, beautiful soul that she thought James was. She thought that the blonde, softball player was going to be the one. Betty saw herself growing old with the other girl; buying a house, planting a new garden and raising a few kids. She’s only 17, almost 18. It seems foolish now that she was planning so far into the future with someone she has known for only a year, before her life has even truly begun.

An outsider might look at the situation and say she will move on. She’s so young. When you are as young as Betty, most adults assume that you don’t know a thing about true love. But Betty knows how she truly feels, Betty knows that she was – still is in love with James. And she hates it.

#taylor swift #betty #folklore #folklore love triangle #fanfic #my stuff #wlw fanfic

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slvtbible · 4 years

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yours, mine and ours

summary: your former partner left you during your pregnancy then after four months you met Harry, who took care of you and the baby. years later an unwanted guest shows up at your house at night

a/n: hiii! i was bored and realized i haven’t written in a looong time. GOLD is still in the making, don’t worry. but lately i’m a sucker for dad!harry so here it is! if it sucks i’m sorry, i’m a little rusty after not writing for a while. nevertheless hope you all enjoy it! give me feedbacks after! xx

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Back in college, you met whom you thought was the love of your life. It all started when he asked to borrow a pen from biology class and had asked you out shortly after to hang out with him. You were inseparable ever since. You two had begun dating for over two years and the thought of being with someone else new didn’t even cross your mind back then, the two of you were too in love. Even your friends were getting sick of it. He had treated you with love and respect, your family loved him and vice versa. The thought of getting married had always been a conversation between the two of you and you were so sure of it.

But your future fairy tale had ended when you found out you were pregnant. You woke up with a headache before fleeing towards the bathroom and threw up on a toilet bowl. When you bought a pregnancy test from the nearest pharmacy to make sure, you were terrified but at the same time delighted that you were pregnant. You thought that Brian would feel the same way as well when you broke the news to him. Instead, his face fell. He was angry and upset, asking you how could you be so stupid to let something like that happened. He wasn’t ready at all. He loved you but he wasn’t ready. His priority was now his work and he’d be damned to let a baby ruin that for him. At least that’s what he said.

You were broken and disappointed when he left. The whole thing was frightening you. How on earth could you possibly take care of your own baby alone? Your family lived in a different city and although you have friends who care about you, they still have their own lives to deal. It was crazy and you were losing your mind.

Then you met Harry. A sweet, shy yet gentle loving man who adores you. You two met at a supermarket. You were craving for a yoghurt and had no one else to ask to buy it except yourself, although your feet were tiring and your back was hurting it must have been done. Harry was nearby when you were struggling to grab the item due to the height. He walked over to you and helped you by giving it to you. He was so sweet and kind plus he was a sucker for pregnant women, he loves babies.

For twenty minutes the two of you were talking and had shared a few stories here and there, it felt really really good. It has been a while since you talked to people other than your mother and your best friend, Janice. He was telling you how he loved coming back to this city because LA had always been such a pressure to him and he needed to get away from all of that. When he learned that your former partner had abandoned you while you were carrying a child, he was angry yet he remained calm on the outside. How could anyone hurt a gorgeous woman like you and left his own baby because of his selfish needs? How?

And that’s when he asked you out to go to lunch, he promised himself to take good care of you and be there for you whenever you needed something.

Now, here you are at twenty five years old, working at a local hospital and has a two year old daughter along with your beautiful fiance. You feel so happy to be with two people that you love more than anything in this world. Nothing could ever replace them.

“Mommy look! I drew unicorn!” Your daughter, Bella squeals. Excitedly showing you her drawing full of purple and pink color. She is honestly the cutest baby you have ever seen.

You smile down at her as you are preparing for dinner, wiping down your hands on your apron. “Wow baby! You’re really good, aren’t you my little artist? Why don’t you show it to daddy when he gets home?” You lean down and kisses her chubby cheek,

She giggles and nods her head before running off to the living room to draw some more. You go back to put a few utensils on the table when you hear the front door open,

“I’m home! How’s my two beautiful girls doing?” Harry walks in with a huge grin on his face. Work has always been so stressful for him but knowing that he gets to see his girls at the end of the day always turns his frown upside down,

“Daddy!” Bella squeals, running quickly towards his tall broad figure and hugs his leg as she laughs, “You home!”

Harry’s smile is even wider now, lifting his leg up before grabbing her small body and holding her close to his chest. “How are you my baby angel? Were you being good to mumma while I was out?”

Bella nods, wrapping her tiny hands around his neck. “Missed you daddy. I drew unicorn! Daddy see!”

Harry smiles and kisses his baby girl’s cheek and puts her down. “Really? You did? Go and get it then, pumpkin” he says, petting her head before she walks off, excited to show her daddy. After he sees her rushes towards the living room, he turns towards the dining room, seeing you place the home cooked meal. The sight of your hair up in a messy bun and dirty apron causes his heart to swell, you may think you look absolutely ridiculous at the moment but to him, you still look beautiful as ever.

“Hi, lovie” He greets you, wrapping his arm around your waist and kisses your temple. “I’ve missed you at work today.”

You look up to him and give him a warm smile that he always adores, pecking his soft lips. “Hi, H. How was your day?” You ask, untying your apron before putting it down on the counter,

Harry lets out a frustrated sigh, giving you a weary smile. “Better now that i’m home with you. Couldn’t wait to get home to see my two favorite girls. Was pretty bored.”

“Mhmm, i’ve missed you too. I switched my shift with Maya today so no night shifts for me, I get to spend time with you and Bella.” you say, heart warms when he pulls you closer and pecks your forehead, taking your hand as the two of you walk towards the living room

“Finally. Bella has been dying to watch Toy Story 4 with us. Said she doesn’t wanna watch it alone with me, wants her momma too.” He says, pulling off his coat before placing it on the couch. His eyes then turn to your daughter, whose hands are busy grabbing all of the drawings she created. “Are those it, baby?” he asks, kneeling down to her level,

She gives him a toothy smile and gives the papers to him. “Look daddy! This one for you!”

Harry’s heart warms at her statement, gasping slightly as he takes the paper from her little hands. “Oh really? Thank you so much, baby! Daddy will keep it forever!”

Bella giggles and pecks Harry on his cheek before moving her tiny legs towards you. “Mommy, pee.” she says, her big brown eyes looking up to you as she tugs your pants,

You laugh before picking her up. “Okay baby. Harry, love, can you please take the lasagna from the oven please? And go place it on the table. We’ll eat right after Bella takes her potty.”

Harry gets up and nods his head, “Sure thing, bub.” He walks back into the kitchen, taking out the lasagna from the oven and nearly waters at the smell. You sure really know how to cook.

“God, i’m a lucky son of a bitch.” He mutters, smiling softly and places the food on the table. As he struts his way towards the living room to wait for you, he hears a knock on the door. He frowns, looking at the clock noticing it is almost 7pm and wonders who could it be. He doesn’t think you or him called anyone.

The knocks don't even stop, so he slowly makes his way to the front door before grabbing a bat just in case it was a stalker or worse.

He unlocks the door and the sight causes him to almost fall on his knees. He doesn’t even need to ask who he is. He knows exactly who’s the bloke. The same man who broke your heart years ago, left you with a baby to take care of and had made you fear of falling in love again because the trauma was unbearable.

Seeing this man standing there and all Harry sees is a picture of you breaking down to tears, blaming yourself for what happened and wishes that you could be good enough for this son of a bitch. He sees red. But he needs to remain calm and collected or else this could go downhill.

Brian is startled, seeing Harry open the door is unexpected. He thought that it was you instead. “Uhh, does y/n lives here?”

Harry crosses his arms, clenching his jaw. How could this asshole even dares to say her name?

“Yes. Can I help you?” Harry asks, leaning against the door frame. Struggling not to kick his ass.

“I uh kinda need to talk to her mate. It’s kind of important.” Brian says, shoving his hands inside his jacket,

“You’ve lost that privilege a long time ago. She doesn’t wanna see you. Get out.” Harry demands. There is no way in hell, Harry would let this man talk to you. Even for a slight second.

Brian scoffs, “look man, you think you know about our relationship but you don’t, now can you go get me y/n? I’m not leaving until I see her.”

“Get off my property before I call the police.” Harry threatens, clenching his fists. He is absolutely ready to throw a punch if he doesn’t leave,

Brian is about to say something back to him, that is after you walk back and call out Harry’s name making the two men freeze,

“Harry? Who’s that on the door?” you question, putting down Bella on her playpen. Your heart stops beating for a couple seconds, you swear it, soon as you see who’s on the front door.

“Brian?” you squeak, lips beginning to tremble. You cannot believe he found out where you live and had the guts to stop by. “What are you doing here?”

“Hi, y/n” Brian greets awkwardly, seeing you walking closer to the front door. Harry sees how your demeanor changed in a sec. That’s how much this Brian guy had made you suffer and he can’t accept that.

“Just came to say hi.”

“Say hi?” you ask beginning to get mad, tears fill your eyes as he smiles softly at you. “You left me with a baby, alone. You blamed me for everything that has happened and you thought that it was okay to stop by and say ‘hi’?”

Harry breaks when he sees you like that, your voice cracks. You were being just fine, already forgot this bloke for what he did to you and now he showed up years later to ruin that.

“Baby..” Harry starts,

“I know i’m so sorry but i am here to let you know that i’m a changed man. I still love you all these years. I was wrong to leave you with the baby. I’m … ready to be a father to our baby. Ready to be with you again. I promise i won’t ever leave your side again, love.” Brian says, eyes never leaving hers.

For a second, Harry’s face fell. He’s very much upset with it. With this Brian guy. The word ‘father’ coming from his mouth is just like a stab to Harry’s heart. A father?! Brian was never the father and never will be! Harry is! He loves Bella and treats her like his own daughter--because she is!-- and no one could ever replace that.

“It’s a she” Harry butts in, glaring at him. Gently pushing y/n behind him because he can no longer see her breaks,

“What?” asks Brian dumbfounded,

“The baby is a girl. And she is not yours. She’s maybe your blood but i’m the one who’s been taking care of her, i’m the one who loves her, i’m the one who helped y/n throughout her pregnancy and i was the one who’s there when y/n gave a birth. You are not her father but I am.” Harry says, stepping forward, chest to chest with Brian.

Somehow, brian doesn’t see Harry as a threat, instead he laughs. “Call yourself whatever you want but that’s MY daughter. And I am ready to be there for her, both of them. That’s my family inside not yours.” Brian seethes.

Harry can no longer express his anger because he was too hurt. So he pushes Brian and sternly says, “Get out.”

However Brian isn’t finished, he has something else to say but that soon cut off when you interfere,

“Get the hell out of here, Brian. You are not welcome.” you snap, feeling yourself might break down,

“y/n please…”

“No!” you yell completely exhausted by now, “get out now!” you threaten, ready to close the door.

Brian looks at her for a while to see whether she could change her mind but noticing that she won’t, he scoffs, shaking his head and back away from her before walking back to his car and driving away.

you sigh out and walk back inside the house before closing the door. Soon as you walk back in, you see your fiance standing in the middle of the living room with his head hanging down and his hands on his hips. You can tell that what happened has upset him. He is close to crying and you can’t help but feel your heart breaks at the sight.

“Harry, baby..” you call out, walking towards him and standing in front of him. Putting your finger under his chin and making him look at you. Your eyes sadden as you see his eyes beginning to get glossy. “He’s gone, baby. He left. It’s okay.”

Harry sniffles and nods his head as he looks at you. “It’s just.. I love Bella and you. He’s not her father but I am. She’s OUR baby not his. Ours. i know i may not be her real father but--”

“Stop. you ARE her real father. You may not be her blood but you have done more for her and me than he ever did. Yes, she is ours. She has always been our baby, my love. Bella calls you her dad not Brian not anyone else. She loves you. You’ve always been there for her, right? You’ve never left her side.” you say softly, placing her hands on the either side of his cheeks, thumbs rubbing softly underneath his eyes.

He begins to smile softly after what you just said to him. His heart and soul are warm now, he should’ve known that you and Bella are his family not that bloke’s. He proposed to you and Bella calls him ‘daddy’. He is so lucky. Nothing could change that ever. He was there to mend Bella’s booboo, he was there when you needed him to get groceries because you were working late and won’t be back home till 10, he was the one who was lucky enough to have a movie night every friday with Bella and you.

He was the one who got to witness Bella’s first ballet recital with you and had her run towards him after the show was over, calling him ‘daddy!’ over and over to ask him whether she did great on the recital or didn’t, he was the one who Bella made a pancake for on Father’s Day and gifted him a ‘world’s best daddy’ drawing with him and her on the paper and lastly he was the one who gets to make love to you every night, confessing each other’s love and gets to take care of you after, cuddles you close to his chest not caring about the sweaty bodies.

“And you should know that we both love you with all of our hearts. No one could ever take that away. No one.”

#harry styles writing #harry styles blurbs #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles one shots #dad!harry #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagines

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fandom-------queen · 3 years

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Kurt x reader

Warnings: Sparring

Notes: your mutation is the ability to read people's fears and traumatic memories. You can also produce illusions for everyone to see or put an illusion only in one person's head. These illusions can be based on their fears or memories. Also since it's based off of Wanda and more of the mind stone your power will be yellow and your eyes will glow yellow.

*Also I'm so sorry this took so long I just had so many papers I had to write last week that it was hard for me too write once I finished them. Also I had to rewrite it a few times when I forgot to hit save. Do again I am very sorry for the delay.

*Not proofread

You awoke to the obnoxious blaring of your alarm. You turned away from the noise to bury your face into your pillow but found yourself face to chest with Kurt. You grinned as you remembered how you fell asleep in Kurt's arms last night. Kurt groaned and reached over you to shut the alarm off then pulled you closer to him and started to drift back off. You lifted your head up and mumbled "Ah ah ah love, as much as I would love to lie here all day we have classes and training." Into Kurt's neck. He gave a groan in response and blinked one eye open giving a toothy smile as you lifted your head from his neck and sit up a bit to smile down at him.

"Oh liebe you are most definetly the best site to wake up to"he said his voice gravelly with sleep.

"Oh Kurt" you mimiced a sly grin covering your face and mischief gleaming in your eyes 'your my favorite pillow to wake up on."

You didn't think it was possible for Kurt to grin even bigger and he was so adorable with his purple tinted cheeks. This was most definetly the best way to wake up, giving Kurt all your love and seeing the look of absolute adoration on his face. The giddy feeling you got from moments like these were better then anything else in the world.

"I have to go to my room and change, but I vill see you for breakfast in a few minutes" he kissed you on the forehead and walked to the door giving you one last smile before leaving your dorm. The need to see Kurt again had you changing in recorded breaking time.

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You met up with Kurt, Peter, Jean and Scott after grabbing some food. You sat at the table And all had a lovely discussion if who had done the home work this time. Let's be honest you and your fellow mutant friends had a schedule of who would do the homework for each class then at breakfast you would all trade the homework. It was actually really nice to sit there and chat with your friends while copying down important dates for mutants throughout history. And before you knew it all the homework was done and you and your friends where on your way to professor Xavier's literature class. You and all your friends could hardly pay attention because in a few hours after lunch the rest of the afternoon would be simulation training.

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You, Jean, Kurt, Scott and Peter had just finished scarfing down lunch and were grinning excitedly as you grabbed your training clothes. After changing you all raced to the training room to meet up with Charles and Mystique, Peter obviously won, but you and Kurt came in second when he saw Peter speed ahead and decided to grab you and *BAMF* to the training room.

Charles and Mystique were getting the simulation set up with the help of Hank as the other filled in behind you Peter and Kurt. Everyone loved simulation training it was good to excersize your powers almost like stretching muscles. The rest of the week you would spend doing hand to hand and minor excersize but this was how you put it all to the test and everyone loved it, especially since you would get out of your last class of the day in order to have time to get ready for the simulation.

"Alrighty then" Charles grinned as he wheeled over to you all. "You will be working through the sentinel simulation again" this was most definetly one of the harder stimulations since in the sentinels could mic your powers. You all moved into the simulation room excited to display your powers and impress your teachers. You lined up in the middle of the room and heard Hank's voice through the speakers

"Are you all ready" you all gave a thumbs up for them to see from the window at the top of the wall. The tiles in the room began to change as the images were projected on them and it looked like you were all in a dilapatated town that had been destroyed by sentinels. You looked around not seeing any signs of them besides the damage they had left when all of a sudden you heard a stomp and felt the ground tremble slightly beneath you. Your heads snapped in the direction if the sound and watched as the sentinels walked towards you. There were five of them there, one for each of you. Sentinels were hard for you to fight since they didn't have a mind for you to manipulate, however they couldn't tell the difference from reality and your illusions, which made you to work on them. This was honestly good since projecting so much and so far was definetly harder so the more practice the better.

The sentinels started towards each of you and you all split up, weaving past crumbling buildings and down deserted roads. You took cover behind a smashed car and watched as the sentinel looked around for you. Just as the sentinel recognized you your hands lit up with yellow energy and multiple mutants appeared, each with different abilities. Some were shooting fire, other ice and water, one was flying above. The sentinel looked around constantly being distracted by the other mutants while your illusions gif you, which gave you the opportunity to look for shrapnel you could use to jam into the sentinel. You noticed a metal beam on the other side of the sentinel that had been crushed into pieces with sharpened ends. You rushed over to grab it and in your moment of excitement your illusion no longer hid you.

You were half way to the beam when the sentinel raised it's hand and smacked you into a building, despite the fact that all of this was a simulation it still felt real and in your disorientation your illusion fell and the sentinel was no longer distracted by the other mutants.

Your vision swam for a few moments but you didn't let that stop you from scrambling up and looking around for a place to take cover while you created a new illusion. You were boxed in with no where to go so you did the only thing you could, you cast an illusion. This time you had roots crawling up its feet as mud cemented it all together. Your eyes were glowing this time as you had to concentrate harder and use more energy. You darted past the sentinel, barely missing the sentinels hand attempting to grab you. You kept on sprinting towards the shrapnel when you heard the ripping if roots from the ground. You glanced behind you and watched as the sentinel freed itself and started towards you. Desperate for more time and thoughts impaired you watched as a giant wall if ice formed it was thick enough to give you enough time to run to the shrapnel. You sprinted over to the shrapnel and as you reached it you felt a slight burst of warmth on the back of your neck. You whipped around to watch as the sentinel finished burning through the ice and walked towards you, you only needed a little bit of time so you altered the illusion to push the sentinel back to the other end of the street. It was taking longer to pull the metal out since you had to focus on pushing the sentinel back. It was close to being all the way pulled out do you pushed the sentinel back one last time before dropping the illusion and yanking the metal out all the way. You turned toward the sentinel gripping the shrapnel you created the last part of your plan by setting up another block of ice and watching as the metal lifted to expose the heat from underneath. You started to climb a fire escape that was still attached to a semi intact wall.

You reached a decent height and waited as the sentinel broke free. You jumped down from the fire escape into the sentinel, your suit protecting you from getting burned by the still hot metal on the sentinel. Your idea would potentially toast you but this was the only way you could jam the metal through. You cast a mutant with the ability of ice again. The sentinel immediately turned on the heat again and as the metal lifted you took the shrapnel and shoved it between. You felt the sentinel jerk as the metal cut through the sentinel. The sentinel started to fall and you clung to it having completely forgotten to come up with a way down. The fall wasn't as bad as you had anticipated only jarring you a little.

You jumped up and raced down roads to find the others. You heard the signature *BAMF* and raced towards it. You smiled as you saw Kurt teleporting around the sentinel and wrapping rope around the sentinel. He then *BAMFED* out of the way of the sentinel as if crashed to the ground, Kurt was looking around to find something to finish the sentinel off with as the sentinel's eyes to fire a lazer at Kurt. Desperately you called out Kurt's name and cast an illusion of multiple Kurt's he caught on to what was happening and *BAMFED* next to you.

"Thanks liebe" Kurt said with a light kiss to your cheek.

"Anytime" you smirked. Kurt grinned when he saw the yellow in your eyes and around your hands as you kept the multiple Kurt's to confuse the sentinel.

You watched as Peter sped next to you.

"How do we disable these things" he panted annoyance displayed across his features.

An idea occured to you, "Keep away from the the sentinels" you warned. "I will distract them but I need you two to make a small square around the sentinels. " Kurt *BAMFED* off and was all of a sudden back and handed the rope to Peter who quickley created the rope ring. You changed the illusion to creating a cage right outside of the rope ring. You added random mutants crawling all over the two sentinels as they tried to kill the non-existent mutants and ended up beating each other up. In addition they were tripping over the rope, until one of the mutants destroyed the other. With only one left Kurt took a page out of your book and *BAMFED*. He came back and noted how tired you were.

"Move out of the way liebe, I don't want you hurt even if it is just a simulation." You nodded in agreement not only due to exhaustion but also because you wanted to make sure that Peter and Kurt got an opportunity to display their powers and impress your teachers. Peter began to speed around as the sentinel prepared to lazer him(same way that Scott does, through the eyes). At that moment Kurt *BAMFED* onto the Sentinels head and shoved the shrapnel through his eyes.

He *BAMFED* next to you and you watched as the simulation ended meaning all sentinels had been destroyed. You looked over and saw Kurt and Jean walking towards you covered in sweat but grinning none the less. The doors opened to let you all out of the simulation room and you met your teachers. Charles came forward grinning.

"That was brilliant, all of you did spectacular" you all gave tired grins. "Now you have the rest of the weekend to rest and of course finish you papers for my class." He added before a collective groan resounded between the five of you. "Now go shower you all reek" he gave you one last smile before wheeling away with the rest of the teachers.

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You had showered and changed into much comfier clothes. Before bounding to Kurt's room where he answered your door with a grin and a "Hey liebe" before grabbing you and diving beneath the covers of his bed. You chuckled as you hugged him tight to you. "You did so good today sveetheart"he mumbled as he nuzzles his head into your neck, his muscles relaxing fully.

"Well handsome you too were fantastic, I was exhausted after the first sentinel so there was no way I would have stood a chance without your brilliant idea of using rope "

"Always the perfect team liebe"

"Always the perfect team Kurt"

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*I thought the metal was okay to disable the sentinel since they weren't made out of metal to prevent mutants like Magneto from controlling them.

#kurt x reader #kurt wagner #x-men #fluff #peter maximoff #charles xavier

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starryseung · 4 years

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can u write a seungmin smut wherein he's a school nerd?🥺 pls i love your writings sm♥️

kim seungmin + smut

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word count; 2.7k words warnings; oral (giving), car sex, kinda dumb plot but yeah haha

Tutoring

“Hey y/n! Look at this, come quick!”

Your best friend Taehwa, held up her phone, showing you the new class seating arrangement. Your teachers had suggested for a while now, that only a few students were socializing with the rest of the class in group projects, and so, they decided to shuffle the positions you all were usually seated in. A few other girls from your class gathered around, hoping they would find a seat next to the queen bee.

Who, you may ask? You! Of course.

(a/n: this is so cringe wtf)

The girls that were previously huddled around you slowly started moving away, cursing few words in disappointment. You take a good look at the excel sheet, cocking your eyebrows at the list. You were seated right next to Kim Seungmin. The biggest nerd of the school. He was quiet, always glued to books, was rumored to be a virgin, but no one cared. And the fact that the school’s nerd™ was seated right next to the school’s queen™, you knew you were going to have some serious fun.

••••

The first day rolls about pretty well, better than you’d expected, at least. You realized just today that you and Seungmin shared almost all classes. However, you realized, above all the things he was good at, he undoubtedly sucked at literature. He seemed to never get the hang of all the allusions, metaphors, imagery, symbolism, and even lucid things like the poetic devices or similes in the piece of literature given to him. At least, there was something he was bad at!

Nevertheless, your teacher paired you up together so that you could tutor him to fill in the dents he was lacking in. You happily agreed, feeling pride and honor that you were going to be tutoring The Kim Seungmin. Today was your first day tutoring him, so during your recess, you decided to hoard all resources for him so that it would be easier for the poor boy to understand the complexities of the subject.

The library was rarely packed, including today. You quickly find a spot in the near end where you and Seungmin could peacefully study, isolated from all the commotion at the front of the large hall. You flipped through a few pages, opening your laptop so that you could be ready for whenever Seungmin arrives.

You hear footsteps, and you look up to look at Seungmin with an apparent friend, someone you’d never expect to be with him. Hwang Hyunjin— the school’s prince. You two were… good friends. You two were paired for a Chemistry project a year ago, and after that, you stopped contacting him, until he started dating Taehwa six months ago. Nothing had gone wrong between you two though. It was just the usual teasing and insults thrown at each other since he was your best friend’s boyfriend. But now that you learned that he was friends with Seungmin, you were a little confused, to say the least.

Hyunjin looks at you and laughs in shock. “You’re going to be tutoring him! The world is finally ending! Come on Seungmin, I’d even believe that the sun rises in the west then believe that this dumbass is going to tutor you!”

“Excuse me. You can see who the dumbass is after he aces every test in Literature with the help of this dumbass!”

“Silence, students. This is a library.”, the librarian glares at you two, placing a finger at her lips to emphasize her point. You two bow at her and Seungmin waves away his friend, who glances at you and pokes his tongue out at you cheekily before leaving. You ignore him, acknowledging Seungmin walking towards you, his previous toothy-smile faded and replaced with the usual simper. He sits next to you and places his bag down, straightening up for the tutoring. You decide to inquire about Hyunjin later on and stick to tutoring for now.

Shortly after, when Seungmin starts to get the hang of the sixteen-page document in front of him, he sighs in content and leans back in his chair. You decide to strike the iron when hot and reach out to ask him subtly.

“So… You hang out with Hyunjin?”

He giggles softly, taking off his glasses.

“Yeah. I can have friends too, you know.”

You think he thinks you think nerds can’t have friends? Well, he was right somewhere along the lines, but you had never seen him with Hyunjin, who was the parallel opposite of him.

“N-No! I meant, you,” you wave your hand up and down him, and then point a thumb in the direction Hyunjin had left in with an expression of disgust, “friends with… him?”

He laughs this time, finding it hilarious how you seemed to be astonished at the bond between the two males. He puts his glasses back on, stretching his arms and legs after being in the position for so long, the grin not leaving his lips. Leaving your question hanging in the air, he closes his notebook, picking it and getting up while slinging his backpack across his shoulders. He starts taking small steps away from you, turning mid-way to declare with a smirk,

“It’s getting late. I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n. Thanks for the help.”

••••

The next few days advance, and you’re quick to grasp that Kim Seungmin was a two-sided coin. The smirk he would toss at you spoke a story that his innocent looks would dare reveal. You knew you had to up your game to show him you were more daring than he believed you to be. You and Seungmin were meeting up at the library for the past week, and today you knew just what to do. At the end of the day, you message Seungmin to meet you at the same spot, to which he replies with a ‘sure’.

“Seungmin! Here!”, you whisper-yell, catching the attention of Seungmin as well as the tall man walking next to him. Hyunjin bares you a look, smirking as your eyes meet. You smile back in return, and Seungmin shoves him, making him leave your field of vision. You giggle and drag back the chair for Seungmin, pulling back a few books to start teaching him. You don’t miss the frown lingering on his features, but just like before, decide to trouble him later on.

You start with lessons on allegories, explaining each paragraph simultaneously from the chunky book in front of you two. He nods and hums attentively, asking doubts somewhere where he thought you were going briskly. He seemed to understand everything so to test him, you hand him a small exercise to fill in some basic literary terms. You start surfing on your Instagram feed, occasionally glancing at him to see if he was answering correctly. After a while, he huffs and hands you the piece of paper and you take it from him.

As you start skimming through the answers, you inquire, “What’s with the frown, huh?”

“You’re doing it on purpose, yeah?”

You giggle, eyebrows raising at his sudden change of demeanor, “Doing what?”

He doesn’t even try to explain himself and instead, crashes his lips onto yours. You press your palms against his chest in a failed attempt to push him away, but lean in to kiss him further. Things had taken a sudden swerve, but you definitely didn’t mind. Your movements are halted when Seungmin wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You shift to his lap, wrapping your hands around his neck to deepen the kiss. His grip on your hips never falters, and you gasp into the kiss when he pushes you down on his crotch. Either it’s the heat of the situation, or the fact that you were doing it in the school’s library, but you started to feel hot all over. You start grinding down on his hips, a low groan erupting from him. He bites down on your lips, shoving his tongue between your lips.

You whine softly when his arms rub up and down your sides, nails digging into the flesh of your waist. You reach your hands lower to press against the rising tent in his jeans, and he grunts into the kiss. You smirk —realizing that behind all his strong and innocent character, he’s all putty in your hands— and grab his length through the thick layer of jeans. He whines and loosens his grip on you, throwing his head back.

He grips on you tightens when he hears footsteps near the aisle of books right next to you, but resumes his actions once the sounds move further away.

“Hey! What’s going on!”

A voice booms from a couple of feet in front of you two. You gasp and stand up, fixing your skirt and tousled hair. The librarian looks down at you two from her glasses, nostrils flaring.

She posed an option to you: Either call up your parents and get them to pick you up, or sit in detention until 3. You two obviously chose the latter,but even so, it didn’t help that she had you two sit in detention after school for around two hours.

“This is my first time here, in detention”, the boy speaks up softly, cautious of the teacher almost dozing off in front of you.

“Me neither, and this is so exhausting. I can’t wait to go home,” you huff out, holding your head in your hands.

You look up at the old man sitting on the desk ahead, and notice he’s almost snoozed. You quietly pick up your bag, motioning Seungmin to get up too. He looks up at you wide eyed, contemplating if he should be doing this after all he’s already done.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t take much to convince him, and soon enough you two are out of the building.

“I can drop you home if you want..?” you inquire, as if asking for a chance of an apology. To your surprise, Seungmin immediately agrees.

Of course, he had other plans.

You get in the car, revving up the engine to life. You turn on the air conditioner and sigh, mouth agape as you calm down from the recent fiasco. Seungmin chuckles softly at your state and runs a hand through his hair to push them back.

You unbuckle your belt and lean up to him from the driver’s seat, kissing his jaw and nipping at the soft skin. You feel his hands wrap around your waist, carefully pulling you towards himself, which was possible thanks to your rather spacious car. You settle between his legs, lips not leaving his.

You unbutton his pants and push them down, looking at how his cock strained against the fabric of his boxers. You took your sweet time, grazing your nails against his shaft, squeezing the tip between your fingers.

He bucked his hips, craving for some action. You give in to him, pulling his boxers down, and his length springs up. Your mouth waters at the sight of his angry red tip, and you quickly shuffle out of his lap so that his length is right in front of you. You lick a strip from the base up, and he groans, mouth hanging open in pleasure. You note his response as a key for you to go ahead, and so, you suck at a spot right under his tip, licking at the vein jutting out across the length. Seungmin’s grip shifts towards the soft cushion of the seat, nails digging into the leather.

You quit teasing and lick your lips before wrapping your lips around his tip, slowly taking him in. You go down on him, devouring every inch each second, and once his length touches the back of your throat, you swallow around him, your muscles pressing against different spots of his shaft. He gasps, accidentally thrusting up into your mouth harshly. You quickly clasp your hands on his thighs and push him down, and he mumbles a soft “sorry”. You look up at how fucked out he looks, mumbling incoherent profanities and ‘oh god’s every now and then.

A sense of pride swells in your chest when you realize you were going to corrupt him, and the fact that you were going to do it in the school’s parking lot made you go crazy. You swallow around him once again, lying your tongue flat against his shaft. He whines from above, upset at the restraints your hands provide that stop his movements. You feel his dick twitch inside your mouth and you release his length with a lewd pop, replacing it with your hand. You pump your hand up and down his length, the other rubbing small and harsh circles on his slit.

He releases his cum in spurts, coating his length and your hand in his juices. You grab a tissue from the box placed on the dashboard and wipe up the mess he made. He reaches out his hands to pull you up into a kiss. The kiss was still passionate, but more heated, considering the situation.

“Being bold now, are we?”

He shakes his head, muttering a small ‘no’. You cock your head to the side, buy he does nothing and instead holds both your hands behind your back, slightly tugging your hair, as if experimenting with everything he had available. You groan when you feel his hands run up and down your panties under your mini skirt. His fingers press your hole through your panties, and you try your hardest to stifle a bubbling moan when he grinds his hips against yours.

You throw your head back, the intense feeling coursing through your veins. Seungmin doesn’t waste a moment and pushes your panties aside, stuffing you with his fingers. You moan aloud, not afraid of being caught anymore. His digits pump in and out of you, curling them inside you every other second. You feel blood rush to your cheeks when you hear the squelching sounds of your arousal which slowly drips out of you and creates a mess on his fingers and jeans.

You grip the base of his cock, giving it a few pumps before aligning it with your heat. His fingers leave you immediately, and he slowly pushes his length into you.

Grunts and groans leave both of you, and you arch your back when he is inside you upto the hilt. You gyrate your hips on him, pushing him deeper in. His grip tightens on your waist, and he starts thrusting into you steadily. Each thrust feels deeper, harder. There are a million sensations swallowing you whole, and your legs feel weak and your mind goes haywire.

The cramped space of the car doesn’t help much, and the car windows start steaming up. Your breathing turns erratic, hips giving out. You can feel your oncoming high, and your movements stutter before you spasm around him, walls convulsing around his cock buried in you. You feel your abdomen loosen up, your juices flowing out freely.

Seungmin doesn’t stop. He continues thrusting into you, the overstimulation pushing you over the edge. Just when you feel you can’t take any more, Seungmin thrusts into you one last time before his orgasm washes over him. You lie on top of him, a sheen line of sweat covering the two of you alike.

Both of you come down from your highs, the sensations taking a while to leave your minds. Seungmin is the first one to nudge your shoulder, and you take the hint and get up slowly, cautious of the roof close above you. You grab a few more tissues and clean yourself up, handing over the box to him to do his business.

You pull down the car windows and drive out of the place. A smile never leaves the boy’s face, and you giggle at his expression, deciding to ask him about the things amusing him.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing. I guess that was… fun?”

—

a/n; so this one’s kiiiinnnnddaaaaaa longer than usual??? it took my like 3 blocks and 5 days to actually finish this off,,, so it isn’t proofread hahaha 😔✊

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thesvenqueen · 4 years

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Jurassic Park

Rating: M (welp) Pairing: Kristanna Also on AO3

Previous Chapters ( One Two Three Four )

Note(s): we’ve finally made it to the beginning of it all...bout damn time lmao

{Chapter 5}

Kids.

Why the hell were there kids here?

After that entire conversation they’d had, the voiced concerns and unsureness of the park itself, the underlying potential dangers Kristoff had started to think the scientists hadn’t even considered; Dr. Hammond had brought kids here.

“Grandpa!!”

His own grandkids no less.

They hugged the doctor, tackling him to the ground. Kristoff just watched but felt Anna squeeze his hand. He looked down to see her watching the scene, a soft smile on her lips.

“Don’t be getting ideas.” He joked, giving her his sideways grin that he knew she loved.

She rolled her eyes, bumping her hip into him. “I’m not.”

But Kristoff knew that was a lie. Could see it in her eyes when she peeked up at him through her lashes. It was a matter of time before she brought up the subject, he knew it too, sooner rather than later judging from the look she was giving the kids.

“Oh, Dr. Arendelle, come come.” Dr. Hammond called, motioning over to the kids. “These are my grandkids, Olaf & Alexis.”

“Grandpa, I’ve told you, it’s just Lex!” The teen teased.

“Oh, pardon me.” Dr. Hammond exclaimed, feigning hurt. “How could I forget.”

Anna had beamed at them, greeting them with her winning smile. She knelt down to Olaf, pointing at his shirt. Kristoff couldn’t make out what was on it, but whatever Anna had said about it had made Olaf gape at her.

She was always so good with kids, a complete natural. He couldn’t lie either at the fact that seeing her interacting with children always warmed his heart, made him smile at how every child just seemed to love her instantly.

But him, good with kids? God, not even close.

Kristoff stood at the bottom of the steps, now watching as Olaf had begun to converse with his Grandfather while Anna had begun slowly making her way to the jeep, Lex following close behind. The boy was going a mile a minute about the helicopter ride with Dr. Hammond nodding as he listened.

“I don’t know how to feel about this.”

Kristoff looked over as Sven came to stand beside him, arms crossed and brows furrowed. Sven looked just as annoyed as Kristoff felt, “About what?”

Kristoff had been surprised when Sven had voiced the same unease about the park during lunch. In fact, Sven had been the one to begin the conversation in the first place. Talking again about his theory of ‘life finds away’, how Dr. Hammond could not truly think he could control these creatures as efficiently as he claimed.

Anna had chimed in soon after, agreeing with Sven that there were way too many unknown factors involved, so many that she was sure the doctor’s team hadn’t considered. When Dr. Hammond had looked to him, smiling that same confident smile in hopes he’d side with him, it he had hesitated.

But once he felt Anna’s hand on his thigh, a gentle squeeze of reassurance, he confidently agreed with everyone else, much to Dr. Hammond’s dismay.

“I don't believe it.” He had exclaimed in disbelief, shaking his head, “I expected you to come down here and defend me from these characters and the only one I've got on my side is the bloodsucking lawyer!?”

Now, it seemed, Sven thought they were on the same level. Since they were on the same side, both understanding where the other stood on the situation, it was enough for friendly conversations.

Far from it really.

Kristoff still thought he was far too cocky for his own good and most definitely needed to keep his hands off his wife but, he wasn’t an idiot by any means.

Least he had more sense than the lawyer had. He, on the other hand, had been ready to sign the papers and sell tickets the moment they had seen the first dinosaur.

Sven looked at him, “He knows this park is on a trial run, knows there are still risks. I mean, shit, we just gave him an essay’s worth of issues and concerns not even ten minutes ago. Now, before the park can even be given a seal of approval, he brings kids here?”

Kristoff sighed, finding himself agreeing with Sven. Again.

It was an odd feeling.

And he hated it.

“Yeah, not sure that was the smartest move.” Kristoff said, “Even before our little lunch discussion, he’s still risking it before the park has been deemed safe.”

“Doesn’t make sense to me.” Sven said, shaking his head as Dr. Hammond made his way to them.

“Have a heart gentlemen.” Dr. Hammond whispered. “They’re parents are getting a divorce.”

“And how is that our problem?” Sven murmured.

Dr. Hammond frowned, “They’re finalizing everything this weekend. The kids needed a diversion from it all, so I figured now was a good time as any to get them away. Not to mention, we did need to test the park on our target audience.”

“Target audience or not doctor, I’m not sure--”

“I’ll see you when you return!” Dr. Hammond called, ignoring Sven as he started making his way back up into the building.

“You’re not coming?” Kristoff questioned.

“Oh no, I’m going to be manning from the control room. Keeping an eye on things, making sure everything runs smoothly. You all have fun!”

Kristoff rolled his eyes, turning back around and nearly jumped when he found himself face to face with the youngest boy. What was his name again? Olaf was it?

“Hi!”

“Uh…” Kristoff said, looking the small boy up and down. He couldn’t be much older than 10, his new front teeth sticking out ever so slightly and his hair sticking every which way but the same direction. He had a t-shirt with a cartoon image of a T-rex on it and Kristoff had a gut feeling this wasn’t going to be good. “Hi?”

“I read your book!” Olaf said enthusiastically, standing on the balls of his feet in excitement.

His gut feeling was right.

“Oh uh...that’s great kid.” Kristoff said, faking a small smile and moving past him to head towards the rear jeep where Anna was still standing talking to the granddaughter at the hood of the car. He caught her eye, a devilish grin on her face, a telling sign she was up to absolutely nothing good.

“Do you really think dinosaurs turned into birds?” Kristoff flinched a little to hear Olaf’s voice from beside him. “And that's where all the dinosaurs went?”

Kristoff glared at the kid and moved to open the back door of the jeep. “Well, uh,” He climbed in, scooting into the seat. “A few species may have…” He looked up to see Olaf standing at the door expectedly, his eyes wide and wearing his toothy smile. “Evolved along those lines.” Kristoff finished.

They looked at each other for a moment, before Olaf motioned with his head for him to scoot over.

Oh for the love of God.

He began to scoot over, Olaf following when an automated voice boomed through the speakers of the jeep.

“Two to four passengers to a car, please. Children under ten must be accompanied by an adult.”

Kristoff looked back over at Olaf, his toothy smile still just as big. He looked out the other jeep, a door just then slamming shut. The lawyer had just climbed into the front seat, Kristoff spying the man opening his briefcase.

“So, Olaf right?” Kristoff asked, not taking his eyes off the car.

“Uh huh?”

“Which jeep are you riding in?”

“Whichever one you’re in, sir.”

That gave Kristoff an idea.

He looked at Olaf from the corner of his eye and then opened the back door once more. He climbed out, hesitating just enough to make sure the kid was following. As he walked a few steps, he peaked over his shoulder to see Olaf climbing out the car & jumping down to the ground.

Kristoff grinned.

He then began making his way to the other jeep.

“Because they sure don't look like birds to me.” Olaf continued, struggling to keep up with Kristoff’s long strides. “I heard a meteor hit the earth, right, and made like this one hundred mile crater,” he exclaimed, stretching his arms out in emphasis,“I think in someplace down in Mexico--”

Kristoff glanced down at the kid. He almost felt bad.

Almost.

Kristoff grabbed the handle to the back door of the front jeep, opened it and stood aside. He looked to Olaf, smiled and gestured for him to climb in.

“Oh, thanks!” as expected, Olaf climbed right on in and turned to look at Kristoff, “Like I was saying this crater--” And Kristoff slammed the door shut. Even with the door closed, Kristoff could still hear the kid going on and on about the other theories he’d read. He peered over and saw the lawyer glaring at him in the side mirror.

Smiling to himself, he turned to head back to the other car when he found himself now facing Lex. She was 13, hair braided down her back and smiling awkwardly up at him as she twisted the end of her said braid in her fingers.

“Um, she said.” She said, pointing to the rear jeep behind her, “I should ride with you because it would be good for you.”

Kristoff followed where the girl was pointing, only to see a blushing and giggling Anna in the front seat.

He glared at her, which only made her giggle more and look away.

“Yeah, well, she thinks a lot of things.” Kristoff said and brushed past Lex to head to car.

He knew what she was doing. That little minx. He watched her as he made his way to the jeep, holding back more giggles as she bit her lip and avoided his gaze. From the looks of it too, she was sitting alone.

They’d have the car all to themselves.

Perfect.

“Good for me, huh?” Kristoff huffed, climbing into the driver seat.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Anna said, looking at him from the passenger seat, her feet propped up on the dash. If he didn’t know any better, it was like they were back in his truck. She always propped her feet on his dash, smiling sweetly at him as she did so. He’d been annoyed the first time, telling her so and he knew she kept doing it to annoy him. Now though, seeing her laid back, feet propped up in his truck, her arm hanging out the window as she sung along to some song on the radio; it was his favorite view.

And so was this current one.

God, if they didn’t have to go on this tour, he’d be having his way with her once more back in their hotel room.

Kristoff couldn’t help but smile at her, poking her in the side and earning himself a giggle. “Yeah, I bet you don’t.” he said, placing his arms on the center console so he could lean towards her, “Any other bright ideas for what’s ‘good for me’?”

Anna hummed, tapping her chin as she pretended to think, “I could think of a few other things.”

“Oh yeah?” Kristoff murmured, leaning ever closer, his nose just barely brushing hers. “Like what?”

Anna giggled then, pulling gently on the collar of his shirt, “You want me to tell you?”

“I’d rather you show me.” he said, winking at her. She giggled again, the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and he closed his eyes as he leaned in to kiss her.

“I’d like to not be shown whatever it is, thank you.”

The pair jumped at Sven’s voice from behind them, Kristoff cursing as his head hit the ceiling. He groaned in annoyance as he leaned back into the driver seat, looking in the rearview mirror as he rubbed the top of his head.

He watched Sven grimace slightly, mutter an apology and lean back in his seat.

So much for a jeep to themselves.

Kristoff looked over at Anna who was blushing so red it nearly matched her hair. She had one of her plaited braids over her eyes and was slowly moving down in her seat.

A cough came through the speakers of the car and Kristoff looked to the center of the dashboard to see a screen sitting within. There were a few buttons along the left side, but on the screen was Dr. Hammond who was sitting in what looked to be the control room. It was then, Kristoff realized with a burn of embarrassment, that Sven wasn’t the only one that witnessed everything.

Fuck.

Kristoff pulled the sunglasses out of his shirt pocket as he looked out his window and slapped them on, knowing good and damn well it wouldn’t do anything to hide the rising blush on his cheeks but it was something at least.

“Well,” Came Dr. Hammond’s voice, echoing through the car speakers. “I think it’s time to start the tour, shall we?”

As Kristoff leaned back in the driver seat, the car jolted forward, signaling the start of the tour.

#kristanna #kristoff #anna #sven #jurassic park au #jessica writes #i got so tired looking at this chapter #just need the shit to finally hit the fan and oop we close now thank GOD #yes Olaf is the boy #lol im creative obvi

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hyucksong · 5 years

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to all the boys i’ve loved before; na jaemin

Dear Jaemin,

How could you not know the Pythagorean Theorem? I’m pretty sure you learn that in middle school. Regardless, you didn’t even know how to properly conduct a Geometry Proof, so it’s not surprising that I had to tutor you in the second half of freshmen year.

When I got word that I had to tutor you, I wasn’t exactly jumping over the moon. I’d never met you, but I knew of you, your last girlfriend was a friend of a friend of mine. All I heard was that you were a massive flirt, that’s also what the rumors say. But I don’t really buy into those, anyway. Besides, how can someone who can’t do basic math be such a flirt machine? Humans are much more complex than mathematics.

You were actually really funny and sweet, whenever we had sessions you’d always bring me a drink for compensation, even though I told you that you didn’t have to. Not only that, but whenever someone needed help you would always ditch whatever you were doing to help them. Even if it meant being late to our sessions.

I’m sorry for stopping our sessions. You didn’t know, but seeing Haechan’s arms wrapped around two other girls really did something to me. I can’t really trust you easy, I know you aren’t a flirt-bot, but I can’t risk it.

Besides, I can’t focus on tutoring you when I can’t help but stare at your toothy smile. Hope the other tutor helped you pass math.

Dear Jaemin,

You are so much more than your rumors, Jaemin. So, so much more. I feel so bad knowing that I judged you based on what everyone else said, instead of opening up to you and getting to know the real boy, Na Jaemin. I remember seeing you all the time in the hallways and purposely ignoring you. I still remember your frowns. Your hand would always drop to your side. I felt like...I did to you what Haechan did to me.

I hate that I treated you so badly. But there’s nothing I can do now. I heard that you and Jeno remained friends throughout highschool. Which is good, I just hope you two never talk about me. Or is that slightly narcissistic to think that out of everything you could talk about, you’d still talk about me? Hm, food for thought.

Jaemin, you are so full of love, and you wear your heart on your sleeve, ready to get hurt for others happiness. I would’ve loved to be your friend throughout high school, and I’m sorry that my emotions got in the way of that. But, at the same time I don’t regret my actions -- this is simply how life is, I guess.

There was no reason for me to shut you out, though. Out of everyone receiving these letters, you were the one who really did nothing but love. I mean, not that anyone really did anything, but with you, it felt...like I was the only one keeping things from happening. I judged you based on other’s thoughts, and I’m sorry.

You are so much more than your reputation.

Love, Y/n.

/// a scene from the heart ///

“Jaemin, please, do you even remember what I taught you last week?” You sighed, running your hands along your face. Jaemin let out a nervous laugh, scratching his cheek. “Uh -- would you be mad if I said no?”

You groaned, letting your head hit the desk for a few seconds. You wallowed in your unfortunate situation, but at the same time, you knew better than to waste your few hours moping instead of helping the poor boy. “No,” you sighed, “Let’s just get reviewing so we can start on the new stuff.”

It was silent for a minute as you set up the books and practice sheets, when suddenly, a warm hand gently caressed your shoulder. “Sorry. I’ll try harder.” You looked at Jaemin, who’s expression was sullen and apologetic. His eyes shyly met yours and looked away, his hand not moving.

You couldn’t help it when a smile surfaced on your mouth, Jaemin always had that effect on you. His sincere words would always make you forgive him. You laughed, shaking your head, “No, I’m the one who had to get better at teaching, Jaemin.”

And with that, you started the session, countless proofs and theorem’s were taught that day, ones that he actually picked up. It made you both happy, and at the end of it all, you both were more ecstatic than ever before.

“I’m so proud of you! Ah!” You squealed, giving him back the practice paper with a perfect ‘100′ on it. His smile lit up the small section of the library, and he gasped. “Really? That’s the best grade I’ve ever gotten in math!” He giggled, standing up from his seat and lifting his fists up in the air. You just nodded, standing up after him.

In the excitement of the moment, Jaemin bent down and hugged you, wrapping his long arms around your waist. For a moment, all was quiet except for the beating of your hearts in sync.

You repeatedly reminded yourself that he was probably no different from Haechan. Don’t you remember his reputation? Remember when his ex-girlfriend came crying to school? But even with your thoughts racing, you let his hug envelope you.

His arms felt like protection, and maybe you let his hug last a little too long. That was until his best friend Jeno walked through the doors, calling for Jaemin. His arms unwrapped themselves from you just in time for Jeno to not see anything.

But your skin was still burning from his touch.

/// a scene from a broken heart ///

For some reason the sensation of Jaemin’s arms around you made you feel queasy. The knowledge that human arms could be that warm made your heart beat fast, because you knew that your heart wasn’t in jumbles from human warmth -- but from Jaemin’s warmth.

Everyday after that, it felt rocky. Jaemin’s comments and waves would go unnoticed by you. It was ridiculous, even you could see that. It only made the tutoring session awkward and redundant.

But the second you started to come back around to Jaemin and his love, the second you decided to take a deep breath and accept your heart, the second you were standing in front of the library doors to apologize, to set everything straight --

You saw him.

Haechan walked out of the library doors, his hand laced with someone else’s. His angelic smile directed towards them. The second his eyes flickered over to you, your feet went the other direction. You couldn’t do that anymore.

The very next day, you asked for Jaemin to get a new tutor, with the excuse that your grades were slipping from spending so much time helping someone else.

You still saw him in the hallways, though. And while he seemed to understand your reason, you knew that he didn’t understand your avoiding gaze and jittery hands. His smile towards you somehow grew smaller and less bright. His eyes shone with a gleam of hurt.

His gaze still somehow found you in a large room, and it would flicker back to his friends when you looked away. It hurt more knowing that you were hurting Jaemin, more than seeing Haechan with another.

You think the last straw was when he walked up to you after a Geometry test, a big ‘96′ on the paper. When you simply smiled and him and muttered that you had somewhere else to be. The way his smile fell and his eyes glazed over, how the test went limp by his side. He reminded you of yourself, when your hand fell back that day you saw Haechan.

You were pretty sure you broke both his and your heart that day. But it wasn’t his fault this time. It was yours.

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bucky-of-the-opera · 5 years

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Roll With the Changes (2/?)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: He lost his friends, his reputation, and his first love. Will Steve be able to pick up the broken pieces of his life, or will he need someone else to help him?

Warnings: angst, language

Word Count: 2,135

A/N: It took longer than expected to upload, but without further ado, here’s part two!

Masterlist // Part 1

That damned planner. You almost decided to cut your losses and let Steve keep the thing to avoid further embarrassment. But it was brand new and decorated with the pack of stickers that Robin had bought you. So, after first period ended, you ended up waiting for Steve in front of his locker.

He came strolling down the hallway with your polka dot and sticker covered planner in hand, earning more than a few amused stares and giggles from the other students. Steve smirked at you as he approached, extending his arm.

“I believe this adorable thing belongs to you.”

“My hero! Whatever would I do without you?” you said sarcastically.

“Well, for one, you would have forgotten to do that reflection paper for your English class that’s due tomorrow,” he answered.

Your eyes widened. “You read my planner?” you said, tugging it out of his hand.

He shrugged in response. “It’s not like it’s a diary.”

“But it’s my personal property! You can’t just open it!”

“How else would I have known it belonged to you?”

You scoffed. “Because you found it in my driveway.”

“Sure, but that still doesn’t mean that it’s yours.” Steve leaned his shoulder against the lockers and folded his arms. “What if another person dropped their planner in your driveway? And then I just gave it to you because I assumed it was yours, but never actually opened it to check?”

You stared at him, dumbfounded, while he looked back at you with an amused grin plastered on his face.

“You’re incredibly frustrating. You know that, right?”

He chuckled. “So I’ve been told.” Steve glanced over your shoulder, his smile fading a bit but still present. “Nancy‘s at her locker, I gotta go. I’ll see you around, Y/N.” He placed his hand on your shoulder. “Don’t forget to use that backpack of yours; I might not be there to heroically return your stuff again.” He winked at you before heading over towards Nancy.

Steve was a man of his word. After that first week of classes, he basically disappeared. Sure, you saw each other in the hallways from time to time; you would smile at him, and he would give you a polite nod. But he never stayed at his locker long enough to have another short, meaningless conversation. Instead, he almost exclusively stuck by Nancy. It wasn’t too unusual since they were dating, but even when Nancy was talking to Jonathan Byers, Steve would suddenly appear by her side. It was like he was completely dependent on her.

Robin said that he was always late to Mrs. Click’s class. But you saw him pick Nancy up every morning before you left your house, and you knew that she was the type of student who always went to her classes on time. Was he hanging around her until her class started and he was forced to leave?

Whatever was happening with Steve, it really wasn’t any of your concern. He’s his own person who’s perfectly capable of making decisions for himself. And as of lately, it seemed like he had no interest in being around you. So why couldn’t you just get him out of your head?

Eventually, the week of Halloween arrived. You picked up Robin like you normally did and drove to school. As you started walking towards the front doors of the building, the screech of tires and a revved engine grabbed your attention. You turned around to see a young redheaded girl skate away from a Camaro. On the driver’s side of the car stood a guy sporting a mullet and decked out in denim.

“Who’s that?” you asked Robin.

“No idea,” she answered without giving him so much as a second glance. She opened the door and called out to you. “Are you coming?”

You stared at the stranger as he flicked a cigarette out of his hand and strutted towards the school. As he came closer, his eyes met yours. He slowly dragged his tongue across his lower lip, making your cheeks flush. You averted your eyes and turned back to Robin.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

The two of you entered the school, stopping at Robin’s locker so she could grab her history textbook. When you reached her classroom, you both went your separate ways; she stayed behind in Mrs. Click’s room, while you headed towards your own locker.

You put a few of your books away just as someone suddenly appeared on your left. Their shoulder was leaning against the other lockers. When you turned your head, you saw that it was the stranger from outside.

He grinned at you. “Looks like we’re neighbors.”

“Yeah, looks like it.” You shut your locker and slung your backpack on.

He looked you up and down, before his eyes finally landed on your face. “Do you think you could help me with my combination? I can never get them right.” He held a small piece of paper out to you.

You glanced down at it and then back up at him. You hadn’t noticed outside since he wasn’t this close before, but he had crazy-long eyelashes and almost hypnotic bright blue eyes. As you took the paper from his hand, he moved out of the way so you could enter the combination. You pulled the small door open and gave the paper back to him.

“There you go.”

“Thanks…”

“Y/N,” you said.

He gave you another toothy grin. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“No problem, um,”

“You can call me Billy,” he replied, looking directly into your eyes.

You gripped the handles of your backpack and cleared your throat. “I should get to class. I’ll, um, see you around I guess.”

“I’m sure you will, neighbor.”

You turned and started walking away, making it several feet until Steve appeared and lightly grabbed your arm to stop you.

“Who’s that guy?” he asked.

You pulled your arm out of his grasp. “Hello to you too.”

Steve ignored your remark, waiting for your answer.

You rolled your eyes. “His name is Billy.”

“You two looked pretty chummy over there,” he stated.

A flash of anger ran through you. “What’s it to you?”

Steve shook his head. “Just be careful around him. He seems like trouble.”

Your blood was boiling now. “Do you actually think you can ignore me for weeks and then all of a sudden reappear just to tell me who I can and can’t talk to?”

“I’m not telling you that you can’t talk to him; I’m just telling you to keep your guard up around him.”

You scoffed. “Screw you, Harrington.”

Steve’s eyes widened; he opened his mouth to respond just as a hand landed on your shoulder.

“Is this guy bothering you, Y/N?” Billy asked from beside you. He stared at Steve, obviously amused by the situation, while Steve glared back at Billy with disdain.

“No, it’s fine,” you said. “Steve has a sophomore class that he has to get to anyway.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you wished you could take them back; the hurt look on Steve’s face made you feel like absolute shit. “Wait, Steve, I didn’t mean tha—”

“You’re right,” he said before you could finish your sentence. “I’m a senior who’s stuck in a sophomore class because I couldn’t pass a test if my life depended on it. Might as well tell the new kid, I’m sure he would’ve found out eventually.” His voice grew louder as he continued, attracting the attention of the other students in the hallway. “Why don’t you fill him in on the rest, since you know so much about me?”

You stayed quiet as you stared at him, unsure of what to say.

“Go on, Y/N. Tell him how I used to run this damn school. Tell him how everyone used to call me King Steve. And what about the story of how the great King fell? Or do you not know that one? I don’t think anyone knows what actually happened. Do you want me to tell you?”

Your eyes were watering, tears threatening to spill over. You looked to Billy for help, but the sadistic asshole seemed to be enjoying this.

Steve suddenly became aware of the crowd that had gathered. He looked between the two of you and scoffed. “Whatever, screw this.” He pushed past you both and marched down hall, disappearing in the sea of people.

Billy burst into laughter. “That guy used to run this school? Seriously?”

You ignored him and practically ran to the bathroom, shutting yourself in a stall and finally let the tears fall freely down your face. About halfway through first period, you finally emerged from the stall. You splashed some cold water onto your face and took a few deep breaths before deciding to finally head to class.

You quietly snuck into the back of the room, and kept your head down for the next few classes. It worked for the most part, until Robin found you when you left your last class before lunch.

“Y/N! I heard what happened, are you okay?”

You shrugged and starting walking mindlessly down the hall.

Robin followed you closely. “Steve never even came to class today,” she told you.

“Thanks. That makes me feel much better.”

“Sorry,” she said, rubbing the back of her neck. “Hey, I have an idea; let’s go get milkshakes.”

“Right now?” you asked.

“Yes, right now! Screw the cafeteria food. You need some good shit.”

“...Okay.”

“Great! I’ll drive,” Robin said as the two of you walked towards the exit.

“I wouldn’t let you drive my car even if you had your driver’s license.”

“Oh well, it was worth a shot.”

Fifteen minutes later you were both sitting in a booth, sipping on milkshakes. The sugar rush was already making you feel better.

“So, let me get this straight.” Robin said, swirling her straw in her glass. “This new guy is here for all of two minutes, and you’ve already got him and Steve Harrington fighting over you in the hallway?”

You stared down at your drink. “They weren’t fighting over me; it was more like they were fighting through me. And then I basically called Steve an idiot in front of Billy, and it all spiraled from there.” You sighed. “I should go apologize.”

“For what? Steve yelled at you in front of all those people because you said something that everyone already knew. He owes you an apology.”

You rested your head in your hand. “If he had just continued to ignore me, then this wouldn’t have even happened.”

Robin tilted her glass back as she finished the rest of her milkshake. “Is that what you want? For him to keep ignoring you?”

“Well, no. But I don’t want this either.”

“What do you want?”

You ran your fingers through your hair. “I don’t know, Robin. To forget about this day I guess.”

A grin appeared on her face. “I think I know how to make that happen.”

You tilted your head. “How?”

Robin dug through her bag and pulled out an orange flyer, slamming it down on the table.

“Come and get sheet faced,” you read from the paper.

“Tina’s throwing a Halloween party tomorrow night. We should go! You can forget all about your troubles.”

“I don’t know; it’s a weeknight.”

“Are you serious?” Robin asked. “I will drag you to this party if I have to.”

You groaned. “But I don’t even have a costume, and it’ll take me forever to decide who to go as.”

Robin stared at you. “Y/N. What movie did we sneak into at least a dozen times last year?”

“Return of the Jedi,” you answered.

“Right,” she said. “And I’ve already got my Leia costume; it’s the outfit she wears on Endor, the one with the green poncho. Why don’t you go as Han? You’ve basically got the whole outfit already: black vest, boots, and a white, long sleeve shirt. It’s perfect!”

You hummed. “I guess I could put something together by tomorrow night.

“Great!” Robin tossed a few dollar bills onto the table and stood. “Now, let’s head back. I’ve got a math test next period.”

***

The next day was a little better. You got through all of your classes, and no one even brought up the incident with Steve; they were all too busy talking about Tina’s Halloween party. It seemed like everyone was going to be there, including Steve and Nancy.

After your last class ended, Robin went home with you, bringing everything she needed for her costume later that night. The two of you watched whatever Halloween movies were playing on the TV for a few hours, and then you both changed into your costumes and left for the party.

Part 3

#roll with the changes #steve harrington series #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things

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movedvalkyriesryde · 5 years

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Exhibition of Future Technologies - 2

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader

Summary: Bucky meets the girl of his dreams the day before he ships out again and she holds a mystery about her that he can’t resist.

Warnings: fluff, like a buttload of fluff, lil bit of almost sexy and kissy kissy so that whole 18+ thing and all that

Word Count: 2.695

A/N: whoops my fingers slipped lmao I’m not sorry for it though. Wrote this in about two hours with little proof reading so I hope you enjoy the fluffy desperate mess that are these characters. I absolutely adore them

Masterlist

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Bucky had siked himself up for this moment for three days now. He’d tried a couple times already but he couldn’t even build up the confidence to step round the corner into the hall. He’d done his pep talk, Steve gave him his own pep talk and now he was stood in the hallway peering through the window trying to get a glimpse of Dr Banner’s new assistant.

“I’m not the same man I used to be. What if she doesn’t like who I am now?” he had been pulling at his hair as he paced across his room and Steve and Sam sat on his bed. The two men looked at each other then back at Bucky with bored looks, the man was on repeat for three days and they were about to shove him into that lab themselves.

“I think we’re glossing over the fact this girl somehow figured out time travel, or possibly stole Tony’s device,” Steve rolled his eyes at Sam, extensive background checks had been done before she was hired. Bruce had been, subtly, questioned about her character and could only say positive things. For the moment, how she was in 1943 and present day was not the biggest worry as of this second. Bucky’s biggest worry was how she would react to him, it was whether or not she would even remember him, remember the day they had.

“Sam would you quit it! This is the love of his life, the girl who got away, she’s his Doll!” Steve stood from his seat and walked towards Bucky, holding his shoulders with a firm grasp. “You got this bud, go in there. Go and get your girl and for the love of god. Don’t. Let. Her. Get. Away again!” With each word Steve shook Bucky slightly before he finished with a nod of his head and shoved Bucky towards the door.

Bucky was racking his hands through his hair and opening the door to the lab. He would not let his Doll get away from him again. He walked slowly through the main area of the lab towards the office at the back that was hidden away. That’s when he saw her, sitting on the stool with papers and books spread out around her laptop which she was currently scrolling through. She had Bucky breathless, he stood by the wall that separated the office from the main area of the lab with his arms loose at his sides and his mouth agape. It was 100% her.

“Doll?” he whispered out, frozen in his spot. Y/N spun her head around and sucked in a breath when she saw the man in the doorway.

He didn’t look much different she thought, she expected him to have long hair, for his shoulders to be tense and his eyes tired and pained. But he wasn’t. His hair was short but slightly longer on the top like it had been in ‘43, he even had that little loose bit of fringe that refused to sit with the rest of his hair. His body was relaxed, his face clear and tanned. She wondered if he remembered her, or if maybe he called everyone Doll now, maybe she wasn’t so different.

Y/N had to keep her composure, she couldn’t let him know her dirty little secret, she couldn’t risk it. So she smiled shyly, stood from her stool and took a step towards him, sticking her hand out to shake.

“You must be Bucky, I’m Y/N, Dr Banner’s new assistant,” he shook her hand gently and she sat back in her seat.

“How do you-?”

“Well, the metal hand is one give away, I’ve also seen pictures, there’s some in Steve’s office,” she ticked something off on a piece of paper and smiled at him again. Bucky nodded his head and rubbed his hand over his jaw, this wasn’t exactly the romantic reunion he was hoping for, maybe she didn’t remember him. “Are you looking for Dr Banner?”

“Uhh, yea,” Bucky took a step further into the room as she stood again and gathered some papers, walking towards the photocopier. “He told me to pop round so,”

“Oh, well he’s at lunch with Tony at the moment. He should be back in ten minutes or so though if you wanted to stick around, or I can tell him you stopped by,” she kept her attention on the task of photocopying the graphs and analysis notes she’d made. This was too formal for her liking, he didn’t remember her.

“Is it okay if I wait?” Bucky said standing in the middle of the room, she glanced at him and nodded as she walked past and stood in front of her laptop. “What are you doing?”

“Some weather analysis actually,” she smiled to herself and kept her head down, “I’m testing to see how much Sam’s wings can take in extreme weather. The coldest of cold in winter, warmest of warms in summer sort of thing.”

Bucky’s ears perked when she mentioned winter and summer, what if she did remember him? He had to test this. “That sounds pretty interesting, he’ll probably be pleased to know his suit can withstand any season.” Y/N heard the smile in his voice and the small step he took. What if he does remember her?

“Do you have a preferred season Bucky?” she asked peering at him quickly before turning back to her screen. Bucky tried to hold back the smile that spread across his face, biting the inside of his cheeks to prevent it from getting any wider.

“I do actually,” he looked towards the door and then back to her, taking another small step towards her.

“What is it?”

“Spring.”

“And why’s that?” she bit her bottom lip to suppress her own smile.

“I like what it represents,” he stood right behind her now, close enough to touch his hands hovered over her back, “coming out of the dark someone once told me,” he smiled, she turned to look at him over her shoulder with a small smile.

“The lines at ice cream parlors are always shorter as well,” she said, her smile widened, Bucky breathed out a laugh as he pressed his forehead against hers and held her face in his hands.

“I knew it was you Doll, I can’t believe you’re here.” She held his wrists and closed her eyes briefly. “How are you here?” He whispered quietly, she opened her eyes and tried to blink back the water in her eyes as she took a step back out of his grip.

“I shouldn’t - I stayed too long. I shouldn’t have - I’m so sorry Bucky, I’m so sorry.” This was wrong, this was so very very wrong. She fucked up, she fucked up so bad why did she have to experiment with her powers why couldn’t she just be happy with how she was. She took another step back as he took one forward. God but she loved that day she spent with him so much she knew she would do the exact same thing over and over again if given the choice.

“Don’t, please don’t apologise for that day Doll,” he reached out and brushed his fingers over the back of her hand, “how is this possible though?” his voice was quiet and soft, not wanting to frighten her. Y/N took her hand away from his and curled it into a fist, she clapped her fists together and in a small blast of light she was gone from where she stood.

“They call me a jumper, well people with my powers.” Y/N said from behind him now, he spun around, his eyes were wide in shock. “It was an accident, I was running late and then all of a sudden I’d gone back five minutes and didn’t miss my train.” She fidgeted with her hands, looking down at her feet. “Then I started experimenting, seeing how much I could do, how far back I could go. I haven’t gone forward, I don’t want to see the future, but the past,” she looked up at the ceiling, a smile breaking out on her face, “it just fascinates me, and I had this dress from Halloween so I thought I’d see if I could go back further than my own timeline, and I did.”

Bucky shook his head in amazement. It made sense, it made perfect sense and here she was in front of him proving it to her. He felt like she was meant to go back and meet him, like it was fate that she ended up at that fair. Bucky moved toward her and took her hands in his own causing her to look at him. He smiled at her, that toothy smirk she had imprinted in her brain from their day out.

“I shouldn’t have talked to you, I didn’t mean to I promise. I just - I saw the posters, I wanted to see the show. Then you were stood next to me and I recognised you and I just. I wanted to talk to you, wanted to know if the stories were true and,” she let out a laugh as he watched her, “you’re definitely not a womaniser and Steve is right to call you a giant nerd.” Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, “please don’t tell anyone Bucky, please they can’t know.”

Bucky ran his fingers through her hair and pulled Y/N into his chest. She pleaded for him to keep her secret, ‘they can’t know’ she kept repeating.

“I won’t,” his fingers were tangled in her hair and his vibranium arm tightened around her waist, “I promise I won’t, I’m just so fucking thankful you’re here Doll.” His breath shook as he spoke and she pulled away and looked up at him. Steve’s words ran through his brain at that moment, don’t you dare let her get away, he told himself. So he didn’t, he cupped her face and he kissed her like his life depended on it, to him, it did.

And she kissed him back. She wrapped her hands around the collar of his shirt and she pulled him against her. His arms gripped her waist, they pulled at her shirt, moved up her back and back down and squeezed her hips. She pulled him down further by his neck as he licked at her lip, smiling as she opened her mouth slightly immediately at his request. Bucky choked back a whimper as his tongue explored her mouth, she tasted the same, he noted. Bitter with a touch of sweetness, he knew what it was now though, caramel latte, but he liked to believe that sweetness was still just her.

They heard the door open and Tony’s voice immediately sounded throughout the lab. Y/N pushed Bucky away, she straightened her shirt and turned back to her laptop while he ran his fingers through his hair and rubbed his hand down his face, trying to compose himself.

“We bought you some leftovers. Hello Barnes, what brings you to our neck of the woods? Here to meet Banners lovely new assistant?” Tony dropped the bag of leftovers next to her on the table and smiled brightly at Bucky who shoved his hands in his pocket.

“Bruce said I should pop by,” he muttered out, his eyes darting between Y/N, Tony and Bruce.

“I did, wanted to introduce you to Y/N, thought you two might hit it off,” Bruce smiled innocently between the two of them, “but I suppose you two have already met, damn.”

“Uh, yea. I should get going, training.” Bucky nodded before bidding a small farewell to the two men, giving a small smile to Y/N before darting out the door.

“How’s the flying car coming along Tony?” Bucky heard Y/N say as he closed the door and walked back to his room laughing to himself.

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It was nearing eight when Y/N walked out of the lab with her jacket on, ready to go to sleep as soon as she got home.

It was nearing eight as Bucky leaned against the wall in the hallway waiting for her to round the corner towards the elevators.

She let out a yelp as soon as she felt arms wrap around her waist and pull her into their chest.

“Shush, geez Doll it’s just me,” Bucky laughed into the back of her neck as he lowered her back to the ground and spun her round to face him.

“What are you doing here?” she laughed at him, looking around to make sure they were alone. They’d just met, well, that’s what the team thought. If they saw Bucky and Y/N this close after only having just met they’d be some questions.

“Thought I could take you out for a late snack, if you want,” he bit his lip and let go of her hips, taking a small step back. “I wanted to tell you something as well.” She hummed an acknowledgment, finding his hand when he didn’t respond straight away. “I’m not - I’m not the same man I was in ‘43 Y/N. I need you to know that before I take you out, before whatever happens happens. I’m damaged goods and I’m recovering but I’m never going to be that man again,” Bucky rushed his words out, watching his fingers play with hers nervously.

“Bucky, I only knew that man for less than 24 hours,” she brushed her fingers over his jaw, squeezing his hand in reassurance, “how about that late night snack, we can properly get to know each other.”

Bucky leaned into her touch, he kissed her palm, held her wrist as she placed small pecks on her finger tips. “Still got me wrapped around your finger though,” he smirked, leaning in and kissing her softly. And again with more force, again with more passion, a little bit longer each time until she was pulled against his chest, her arms in his hair and his hands slipping up her back underneath her shirt. They both laughed and giggled as they continued to kiss and make their way towards the elevator. He pressed her against the door next to the buttons and brushed his lips across her jaw and pressed them behind her air.

“I’ve got snacks in my room,” he breathed out as the doors opened and they stepped in, bodies still attached to each other. Y/N nodded against his cheek and Bucky’s hand moved frantically to find the button that would take them to his floor as she pulled him down for another kiss.

“Geez Y/N,” Bucky breathed out pulling her out of the elevator and walking backwards down the hall, “Doll, I’m never letting you go,” he paused in front of his door, opening it and pulling her in after him.

“Please don’t,” she whispered against him. Bucky ran his hands down her side, he rested his forehead on her shoulder and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He waited a goddamn lifetime for this girl and he was done waiting. He used to think she was the one that got away but here she was, in his arms, kissing his shoulder.

“Luckiest man in the world,” he breathed out holding her tightly. Bucky hoped she knew just how much she meant to him. He hoped she knew just how much that he loved her from the second he promised to let her drive her flying car. Maybe one day he’d tell her. Maybe one day he’d tell her that the way she talked about Spring is something that helped him step out of his own darkness. Maybe one day he’d tell her how happy he was when he saw her sitting in that lab, when he found her again.

Today he was just happy he got his girl, got his Doll and she wanted him as well, and maybe he wasn’t going to tell her just yet but I can promise you that he was going to show her. He was not letting her go this time.

His jumper, his Doll.

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gwilyoubemine · 5 years

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Professor Gwil finding you and another boy in a closed room making out (as the two of you are non exclusive) and he gets really jealous and so takes you into his room and punishes you on his desk

this has been sitting in my notes for too long so here goes,, nearly 7K words worth of prof!gwil (in some sort of fic headcanon hybrid?)

warning: sexual content ahead

• your free period today was being spent tutoring- a task you had taken on last minute, and only because you owed finn a favour. finn was one of your classmates and when it came to tests, he just about scraped a pass most of the time.

• with finn struggling with biology the most and exam season just around the corner, it was no surprise that he had come running to you with that pleading tone of his and his toothy grin, begging you to at least give him a few lessons.

• the pair of you had only become acquainted a few months ago at a party hosted by a mutual friend. finn was a nice enough guy. he managed to be somewhat charming and had a surprisingly honeyed smile. what started off with casual conversation and a bit of dancing eventually ended up with the two of you drunkenly making out in the bathroom by the end of the night.

• the monday following was awkward, to say the least. during class you felt finn's gaze burning into the side of your head and by lunch, you found yourself torn between wanting to get the imminent conversation over with and wanting to disappear entirely. your friends, unlike you, found the entire situation beyond entertaining and exacerbated things by showing you photos they had taken of the two of you, drunk and all over each other.

• you managed to avoid finn for a solid week before he finally cornered you after your history lesson. when he asked if you wanted to put that night aside to focus on building a friendship, you agreed, wanting to be done with all the awkwardness as soon as possible. whilst you didn't exactly become best friends, you nodded to each other in class and spoke occasionally at social gatherings. and soon you fell into something of a bad habit, finding finn midway through a party when you were tipsy and letting him take you somewhere private.

• the only reason you agreed to tutor him was because he had helped you out when you needed an emergency ride to the train station. the fact you had recently put an end to whatever unspoken arrangement the two of you had also pushed you towards accepting his request. it certainly made it easier to entertain the thought of being in a classroom alone with him.

• "thank you for agreeing to this, by the way. i really can't fail these exams coming up."

• you were seated in one of the free biology classrooms with one of the chunky revision guides between you. "it's fine, really." you waved him off and opened the book up to the section on photosynthesis. "you wanted to go over this, right?"

• finn sat up straighter and eyed the title of the chapter. "yeah...i really hate photosynthesis. i never knew plants were so complicated, to be honest with you."

• "well, you just have to learn what's in the book and you'll be fine." you offered him a reassuring smile and his lips jerked into a grin. "so what are you teaching me first, miss?" he asked and you shoved him with your foot as you pulled your laptop out of your bag.

• you went through the short presentation you had made on the topic- covering why plants photosynthesised, the main pigments involved, the importance of the formation of atp and the details of the two different stages that made up the process. and much to your surprise, finn seemed to pay attention through the entirety of your presentation. he made notes after each slide and bombarded you with a stream of questions to clarify what he was learning. you asked him questions every now and then and he managed to answer most of your questions correctly.

• "you're doing really well." you commented, unable to hide the surprise in your voice. "i'm impressed."

• "jeeze, y/n, i'm not as stupid as you think." he retorted and the wide grin plastered on his face assured you he was not actually offended. "with you laying out the content this way and explaining everything in simpler terms...it's easier to grasp," he paused and rubbed the back of his head with a chuckle. "well, most of it."

• "i'm glad you think so. i have a sheet of questions for you based on my slides. i think it will really help you." you handed him your sheet and he looked over the questions with an appreciative nod. "looks good. i'll do them now."

• ten minutes into the question sheet, finn was getting restless. you put down the book you had been reading to pass the time and cocked your head at him. "had enough of studying?"

• "i have answered most of them, have a look." he shuffled closer to you so your knees were touching and pushed the sheet towards you. he had in fact answered most of the questions. you looked over at him and his gaze lowered to your lips, his voice dropping a tone. "you know, y/n, we have some time until we have to be out of this room.

• you swallowed as your mind turned to gwilym. the idea of kissing someone else felt wrong and the fact it felt wrong managed to irk you. whatever was between the two of you was casual, that much was clear- he had never made anything was exclusive and never expressed any opinions in regards to you hooking up with anyone else.

• finn's hand settled on your knee and you bit down on your lip as he started to close the distance between the two of you. you didn't press forward to kiss him but when he took your chin and brushed his lips against yours you didn't stop him either.

• you had been making out for a few minutes when the sound of someone clearing their throat had you both scrambling away from each other, quick to compose yourselves. finn kept his eyes on the floor but your gaze flew straight to the doorway, your cheeks hot with embarrassment. of course it was professor lee himself.

~ ~ ~ ~

• it was the first day of the new school year when you first laid eyes on your biology professor. the first thing you noticed was how handsome he was, with defined cheekbones and a chiseled jaw. he had a neatly trimmed beard and wore a long sleeved shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders and tall frame. he sat down at the desk in front of the classroom and spun his chair around to face you all, his lips breaking into a serene smile that had you completely unable to tear your eyes away from him.

• once he was settled, he swiftly began to call out everyone's names to mark down who was present and who was not. this was when he finally looked your way and met your eyes, eyes that had been curiously drinking him in from the minute he stepped into the classroom. "y/n...is my pronunciation correct?" he asked and you nodded dumbfoundedly in response, gripping a little too hard onto your pen. the sound of your name wrapped in his velvet voice made your stomach coil.

• his gaze stayed glued to yours for a beat too long, to the point where you had to look away in embarrassment, your cheeks flaming with warmth. you were all too aware of your heart hammering away inside of your chest. you had never been attracted to anyone like this before. especially to a man his age- a man who was now your new biology professor.

• whether this fact was a curse or a blessing remained debatable to you. he ended up being a fantastic professor, he knew his field inside out and was engaging with how he taught his academic content. he was undeniably funny, even if most of his jokes were dad jokes, and somehow managed to be kind and yet firm with his students. you couldn't have asked for a better teacher.

• your infatuation with your professor continued to grow more problematic as time went on. you constantly found yourself losing concentration in class and watching him as he marked work, your eyes eager to take in every possible detail- the way his features looked as he concentrated on the papers in front of him, his habit of absentmindedly biting on the end of his pen, his tendency to push back his glasses and rub his chin whenever he was in deep thought.

• one day you managed to muster up the courage to find him in his office during break. you wanted to ask him for one-on-one help with a tough piece of homework he had given you this week. you expected him to be too preoccupied to help, to dismiss you with something vague, but instead he kindly beckoned you inside and pulled up a chair for you to sit down next to him.

• he started to explain the more complicated aspects of dna replication to you and whilst you were able to catch certain phrases and words, something about dna strands having a directionality and something about 'okazaki fragments', paying attention to him proved to be difficult with him situated so close to you, your legs so close to brushing against his. you were close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body, to breathe in the intoxicating scent of the cologne he wore. every time he lifted his eyes to meet yours - his attempt to make sure you were on the same page as him - you felt yourself becoming short of breath.

• "are you following me, y/n?" he would ask every now and then, to which you would utter out a "yes, sir" even when you had no idea what he had just said. you managed to snap out of your trance and pay attention eventually, and after he had run through everything, you asked him if it would be okay to stay in his office to finish off your work- seeing as there were no quiet places to study during break.

• professor lee seemed hesitant at first but after reassuring him that you would work in silence, he let you complete your homework at the small table perched in the corner of his office.

• you ended up doing work at that table frequently. you often found yourself in his office after school hours, completing your other assignments there. professor lee didn't seem to mind the company. most of the time you both worked in silence but you would occasionally discuss class work. and at some point during the year, the pair of you started to dabble in small talk- sharing a few personal stories, inquiring about weekend plans, discussing your favourite tv shows and movies. and whilst professor lee seemed to enjoy conversing with you, he would often steer the conversation back to more appropriate topics whenever you got carried away.

• as the months went by, you began to see more of each other. you even started to leave school at the same time, chatting all the way down to the first set of gates and then parting ways when you got to the staff car park. he would always leave you with a "have a good evening, y/n" before offering one of his charming smiles and striding off to his car, giving you a little wave as he climbed inside. your heart was always racing as you watched him drive away.

• your infatuation soon began to bleed into your subconscious, manifesting in your dreams. when you finally allowed yourself to consciously indulge in your affection for him, you found it extremely hard to divert your thoughts to other things. you wondered what it would feel like to run your fingers across his beard, to take his face in your hands and kiss him senseless. you ached to touch him.

• your imagination began to play out the same scenes over and over again, professor lee taking off his blazer and hastily unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a broad set of shoulders and a defined chest, his hungry gaze fixated on you. you imagined him frantically clearing his desk just to pick you up and have you sit on it, his large hands eager to strip you of your clothes and caress every inch of you, his lips hot and urgent against your skin.

• the day everything changed started out like any other day. you had chemistry, psychology and geography, a normal friday, and during your free period your friends made plans to meet in the park on saturday seeing as summer had finally come around, gracing england with good weather. finn managed to catch you before your next class and his breathlessness had you raising an eyebrow in amusement. "good job i caught you before history. are you coming to ben's party tonight?"

• "uh...i don't know…" you muttered, your hands fiddling with the straps of your backpack. in all truthfulness, you weren't exactly jumping at the opportunity to commit yourself to another party- you wanted to spend the night watching 80s movies, tucked into your bed.

• "i knew you would say that. come on, it will be fun. ben's got monopoly too, i know you like playing that, especially when you're drunk"

• whilst you couldn't deny that fact, you were still unsure. "fine, i'll think about it and give you an answer later?" finn perked up instantly, clearly optimistic about the possibility of you dropping by. "alright, i'll see you later then...if you come."

• as you made your way towards your next class, your options for that night danced around in your head. you didn't know if you had the energy to go out and socialise. you also knew that finn would probably make a move on you if you did show up, and you didn't have the heart to kiss him when someone else was occupying your mind. the image of your professor flashed in your head and your pulse picked up instantly.

• despite you not having biology that day and it being friday (meaning most students were making a beeline straight to the school gates) you, on the other hand, found yourself making your way towards professor lee's office when your last class ended.

• you knocked once and then twice before you heard a quiet "come in" and the familiarly of his silky voice stirred up an array of feelings inside your chest- excitement, anxiousness, tenderness. you poked your head around the door and found his gaze already fixed in your direction. "hello sir... is it okay if i come in?"

• "yes y/n... of course, come in" he beckoned you inside with a quick hand gesture, and you closed the door behind you and offered him a shy smile. professor lee had taken off his blazer and was sat in his neatly ironed white shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. his glasses had fallen down the bridge of his nose and his hair was slightly more mussed than usual, a result of what you assumed was hours of running his hands through his hair as he worked.

• "doing work on a friday afternoon, y/n?" he asked, raising a brow. you made your way to the table you had become so familiar with and pulled out the biology homework he had given you in class earlier that week. "i figured i would get my homework done before the weekend, sir."

• he nodded, a smile gracing his lips, and the two of you fell into silence as you both began to work. the minutes seemed to tick by more slowly than usual. you tried to focus solely on your homework but it was impossible with the fluttering feeling in your stomach that never seemed to ebb, not with your professor around. you settled on rotating between writing down an answer, staring blankly at the questions you didn't understand and sneaking glances at him every now and then.

• he eventually diverted his attention away from the papers in front of him to ask you what you were working on. you held up your biology homework in response and his face broke out into a satisfied smile. he pushed his glasses back up his nose and stood to make his way over to you. you couldn't help but notice how tight his shirt was around his torso.

• "how are you finding it, y/n? the details of respiration can be quite difficult to grasp."

• "it's going pretty well, i think." you mumbled, staring at empty lines beneath question three. you had been struggling with it for at least fifteen minutes. "could you perhaps run over oxidative phosphorylation again? and the electron transport chain?"

• with a firm nod, he bent down to get a closer look at the exact question you were trying to answer. "this diagram right here sums up the whole process pretty well." he mumbled, his finger circling one of the diagrams on your sheet. "everything you need to know is in there."

• you leaned forward to take a closer look and when he turned his head to speak again, he found his face inches away from yours. his mouth parted in surprise and your gaze dropped to his lips before your brain could even process how stupid it was to stare at your professor's mouth like that. he stayed frozen for a moment, his gaze betraying his conscience and dropping down to your own lips. your face flamed as the sound of his heavy breathing filled your ears. professor lee nearly stumbled over himself when he finally stood up straight and took a step backwards.

• "i should really be getting on with my work, y/n." he managed to get out after a few seconds, struggling to meet your eyes. your cheeks were still glowing. he cleared his throat and finally lifted his gaze to look at you. "but i can help you with your homework later on if you are still here working. is that alright?"

• "yes, of course, sir" you whispered with a shaky breath. at that moment in time, you thought you would never get over what had happened- your trembling lips so close to your professor's. the tense atmosphere felt suffocating.

• by the time professor lee had finished his work, you had completed most of your homework save for question three. you glanced up to the clock to see that it was 6pm before sliding your gaze over towards professor lee. to your surprise, he was already looking in your direction. the incident from earlier flashed in your mind and your head dropped in embarrassment.

• "y/n," he said softly, adjusting the glasses perched on face. "feel free to bring your work over here, i can help you with your question now."

• by the time he had helped you with the question, it was past 6:30 pm, meaning the school would start closing up soon. the two of you migrated back to your sides of the room and silently began to pack up your things. as you made your way towards the car park, professor lee cleared his throat and turned to you. "do you have any fun plans for the weekend?"

• you were thankful that he was trying to converse normally with you opposed to staying silent. you didn't want any awkwardness over the incident in his office to diminish whatever bond you had made with professor lee. "well, my friends want to go to the park tomorrow. apparently, it's going to be hot. you have to make the most out of those days, as you know." he nodded in understanding, a polite smile gracing his lips. "of course, enjoy the sun while it's out."

• "i was also invited to a party tonight," you found yourself mumbling, diverting your gaze to the empty road a few metres ahead of you. "finn asked me. he's in our biology class, you teach him."

• "ah, finn adley." he said, his voice suddenly taking on a more professional tone. "will you be attending this party?" he then asked, slowing down his pace as you reached the staff car park.

• "i don't know, sir" you uttered honestly, letting your gaze swing back to him. "i don't really want to, i kind of wanted to stay at home and watch a movie tonight."

• just as your professor opened his mouth to reply, you felt drops of rain begin to hit your bare arms. it didn't take long for it to start pouring down, which was ironic considering the weather was supposed to be good during this time of year. typical england.

• it took seconds for the two of you to get soaked from head to toe. you glanced around to seek out the nearest dry spot but the idea of finding shelter when you were already so wet felt silly. you grudgingly accepted the fact you probably looked like a wet dog.

• "this is very unfortunate." professor lee muttered, an amused smile tugging at his lips. a quick look across the road to the bus stop nearby reminded you that you needed to check when your bus was due to arrive.

• "very unfortunate, just my luck." you found yourself sighing, and yet the small smile playing at his lips was somehow contagious. you probably looked a little mad, scrambling through your bag to find your phone, dripping wet, with a silly smile plastered on your face. you briefly wondered why professor lee was still planted next to you when his car was so close by.

• "40 minutes until my next bus" you muttered aloud in disbelief when the page finally loaded, your smile dropping instantly. you groaned as you wiped away the drops of rain that had gathered on your phone screen. "i think i am just going to wait back in the school, sir"

• professor lee frowned at this. his hair was now matted to his forehead and his blazer dripped with water. "no, they'll be starting to shut the place down now." he lifted a hand to comb his fingers through his hair, pushing the wet strands away from his face before taking off his glasses to dry the lenses with his shirt. you couldn't help but stare at him in awe. you felt dizzy with the want to run your own hungry hands through his hair, to grab fistfuls of his wet shirt and slam your lips to his.

• "you're going to get a cold waiting around in this weather. i think i should just give you a lift home." he said as he met your eyes, his voice curling around you like warm honey. "does that sound okay?"

• you found yourself replying with a quiet 'yes' a beat too soon. you cleared your throat to compose yourself and tried again. "yes, that would be very nice of you. thank you for offering, professor."

• his mouth broke into a seraphic smile and when he turned to walk towards his car, you were hot on his heels- desperate to escape the rain. after you had climbed into the passenger seat, he ramped up the heating and started the car. "hopefully, you'll dry up in here."

• "i hope so. thank you for offering to drop me home, i really do appreciate it." you mumbled, watching him as he checked his rear view mirrors. after telling him your address, and laughing over the fact his gps system didn't even work, you both agreed that you would just give him directions.

• "so, professor, are you married? dating anyone?" you found yourself asking him after fifteen minutes of casual conversation. he was just coming off the roundabout near your road. his eyes flickered over to you and the sudden silence that enveloped the car made you regret asking such a personal question.

• "no." he answered eventually, something of an airy chuckle leaving his lips. "i am not married. or dating anyone."

• you swallowed thickly and tried to shove away the hopefulness bubbling up inside of you. "i'm sorry if that question came across as invasive-"

• professor lee shook his head, his lips curling in amusement. "no, it's fine. most of my friends are married though, a lot of them have kids too."

• "that's nice," you started, biting down on your lip. "i mean- for them." you added quickly, your face growing warm. "not for you, well, maybe it is. i don't know what i'm saying."

• professor lee chuckled again. "yes, it must be nice to have a family to come home to. i'm not complaining about being single though, being a lone wolf has its perks."

• you tried to stop yourself from saying something inappropriate but for some reason your brain had lost its filter. "i'm surprised you're not married, professor" you found yourself mumbling.

• professor lee cleared his throat and asked if he should take a left or a right. the embarrassment of your statement being ignored seemed to swallow you up. "left."

• after he had turned onto the long road that would eventually lead to your own street, he began to speak again. "why are you surprised?" he asked tentatively, surprising you by bringing up the subject again.

• you swallowed hard before replying. "well, you're extremely good looking for a start," you began, and even with his eyes trained on the road ahead, you could see the surprise in his features, the way his knuckles were turning white from gripping the steering wheel a little too hard. you didn't know where the sudden confidence had come from but at that point you no longer cared about the consequences of what you were saying. "you're kind, funny, and not to mention charming. i think anyone would find it surprising that no woman has snatched you up yet."

• before he had the chance to reply, you quickly informed him that you had reached your street, the regret from what you just admitted finally sinking in. "you can drop me off here, sir, i can walk the rest of the way."

• he pulled up in an empty space and just as you were about to escape out of the door, you felt professor lee's hand curl around your wrist. you sat back down slowly and turned to face him, your brows knitted together in confusion. "yes, professor?" he stared at you silently for a moment, his confliction transparent in his features. he looked torn and frustrated. for a while he was unable to form any words.

• with a deep breath he pulled his hand away from yours and began to speak. "y/n" he said softly before pausing. he sighed quietly and rubbed at his beard. "i'm 35 years old. i'm your biology professor. i'm very flattered by what you just said but this, you and i, just can't happen." his tone softened even more. "you know it can't."

• you averted your gaze and tried to will yourself to respond casually, to brush off this rejection as if you didn't care. "right." you found yourself whispering, your voice coming off as detached. "i understand, professor." you heard him sigh again and the pang of sadness you felt was overwhelming. you opened the door again and stepped out before he could say anything else. "if that is all... i should be getting home now-"

• "y/n." he called, his voice tight and urgent. he quickly climbed out of the car and rushed around it to stop you from walking off. he hesitated for a moment, his breath leaving him in harsh bursts. "i said this can't happen but i didn't say-" he stopped and stared at you for a moment, an intense gaze that made your body temperature skyrocket. "i didn't… i didn't say that I don't want it happen."

• "professor-" you started meekly, feeling completely and utterly tongue tied. a myriad of emotions began to settle within you- confusement, excitement, skepticism. you were suddenly aware of the aching in your core, your desire to drag his body closer and take and take and take.

• "god, what am i doing." he muttered, more to himself, as he turned away from you. his voice was thick with feelings you couldn't quite put your finger on. "it would be much appreciated if you forgot about this conversation for now, y/n- i'll see you in class on monday."

• this time it was you who reached out for him. without thinking, you extended your hand and grabbed onto his shoulder to whirl him around. he was stunned for a second but when you planted your hands on his face to tug his lips down to meet yours, he was quick to settle his hands on your hips to pull your body close. you couldn't help but moan quietly as your lips found his. his touch seemed to burn through the damp fabric of your clothes and ignite deep something within you.

• he kissed you harder and lifted a hand to cup your face, barely able to keep himself from slamming you against the car and letting his hands roam freely over your body. you pressed closer to him and grabbed a fistful of his hair. you swallowed his low moan greedily and gasped when he pulled you even closer, to the point where your body was flush against his. you were hyper aware of all the sensations you were experiencing - the feeling of his stubble brushing against your skin as he kissed you, the feeling of his warm body moulding against yours, his tongue eager to part your lips and explore your mouth.

• "we should stop before i get carried away." professor lee rasped when he eventually pulled away from you, saliva glistening against his lips. the sight had you clenching your thighs together, itching to kiss him again. you let your hands fall from his hair and watched him as his licked his lips and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. he found himself distracted by how red your lips were, swollen from how intensely he had kissed you. he swallowed.

• "good idea." you whispered softly. the sky was an expanse of black ink and the trees around you rustled as a gentle breeze danced through the air. you flashed him a smile and settled your hand against his cheek, your thumb beginning to caress the stubble on his face.

• "i would like it if you called me gwilym outside of class." he declared as your thumb brushed against his lips.

• "gwilym?" you found yourself asking incredulously, your lips jerking up in amusement. "i didn't expect that..."

• "it's the welsh variation of william." he informed you, his lips stretched into a bemused smile. he pressed a gentle kiss to your pad of your thumb, his eyes glued to yours.

• " a name i won't forget," you pulled your hand away from his face and suddenly felt sheepish despite everything. "i should get going, professor--" you paused, your skin tingling as your lips formed the foreign name. "gwilym."

• professor lee's smile widened and he remained silent as he watched you, savouring the moment between the two of you. "goodnight y/n. enjoy your weekend and i'll see you next week." and with one last beguiling smile, he returned back to his car and sped off down the road.

~ ~ ~ ~

• "what is the meaning of this?" professor lee asked the two of you, his jaw tight. he strode forward and you found yourself sinking down into your seat. you had never felt more guilty in your life.

• "sorry sir." finn mumbled, crossing his arms over his cheat. "y/n was tutoring me-"

• "that didn't look like tutoring to me." professor lee was careful not to raise his voice but his anger was still very much apparent. "please save such activities for outside of school, finn." he turned to you and your breath got stuck in your throat when his fiery eyes met yours. his eyes dropped to your neck and a flash of emotions quickly passed over his face- disbelief disgust, frustration. "i'd suggest you button up your shirt, y/n."

• you glanced down to see a freshly made hickey, purple and prominent against your skin. with a grimace, you quickly buttoned up your shirt. you made sure to keep your eyes on the table in front of you.

• professor gwil made his way over to the door again and opened it forcefully, a scowl on his face. "both of you get out. i better not see anything like this in the future, from either of you."

• "yes, sir." the two of you uttered quietly before quickly packing away your things and trudging over to professor lee. finn was all too keen to be out of there and was gone before you even had a chance to reach the door.

• "you," gwilym uttered lowly as he took a step closer to you. "my office, immediately."

• you nodded, unable to speak and left to make your way towards his office on the second floor. you took a seat at your table in the corner and put your hands in your lap, unsure of what to do with yourself. you began to fiddle with them nervously as the seconds ticked by. you were practically trembling in anticipation.

• when gwilym finally entered the room, he locked the door behind him and tossed his blazer onto his chair. "come here, y/n." he commanded firmly and you were quick to make your way over to him, suddenly feeling like a child about to get scolded by their parent.

• "so what, are the two of you dating? is it a casual thing?" is the first thing he asked you, his face stern.

• "no, we're not dating. we had a casual thing in the past but there's nothing going on anymore. it was just a spur of the moment kiss-"

• gwilym closed his eyes and rubbed at his temples, unsure of how to proceed with the situation. whilst he didn't exactly want to come across as jealous, there was no hiding the fact he was seething with anger. "and the hickey?"

• "he just got carried away." you muttered out quietly and his eyes flashed.

• he moved closer to grab onto the hem of your shirt and dragged it over your head, his hungry eyes drinking in your exposed skin. "no one's allowed to touch you but me."

• gwilym wrapped his arms around you, hiking you up against the nearest wall with a low growl. he pressed his lips to the sensitive skin of your neck, gently at first. "especially not finn." his gentleness vanished as he bit down on the skin where your hickey was, spurred on by the shaky moan that slipped out of your lips.

• he sucked hard on the skin and trailed his lips lower to lick teasingly at your cleavage, letting his teeth scrape lightly against your skin. "gwilym." you choked out, your voice tight.

• "who do you belong to?" he asked before biting down hard on one of your breasts. you cried out and curled your hands into his hair. "you."

• gwilym yanked your bra down and took one of your breasts in his hand, kneading the skin roughly as he lifted his head to meet your eyes. "say it again."

• "you. i belong to you." you rasped, tightening your hold on his hair when he pinched your nipple between his thumb and finger. he let out a noise of satisfaction and willed himself to pull away from you, barely being able to tear his eyes away from your exposed breasts.

• "onto my desk, now." he said thickly and with weak legs you made your way over to his desk, carefully seating yourself on the edge of it.

• gwilym approached you slowly, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. "take that bra off, and your skirt."

• you complied, your hands beginning to tremble as you unzipped your skirt. you were dizzy with how turned on you were. once you had managed to pull your skirt down over your hips, you pressed your legs together as heat flooded your cheeks. you didn't want him seeing how wet your panties were.

• "why so shy, pet?" gwilym's deep voice stirred something within you and had you gripping onto the edge of his desk. he sat down on his leather chair and leaned back, crossing his legs as he examined you. a hint of a smile crossed his lips and you swallowed thickly.

• "let me see you, open those pretty legs for me." he drawled, his eyes dancing lower. you let your legs fall open and the hitch in his breath didn't go unnoticed. he cursed beneath his breath and stood to get a closer look.

• "you don't know how good you look right now, sitting on my desk with your legs spread for me." he said, his gaze fixated on your underwear. "and you're so wet for me-"

• you were so close to whining out his name, to beg him to touch you, to do anything. his hand settled on your knee, a gentle touch just to drive you closer to the edge. "i bet finn would love to see you like this. don't you think?"

• you bit down on your lip. "i-i don't know-"

• "we both know he would. he won't get the chance though, will he?" his hand drifted along your thigh and you fought the urge to cry out with how badly you needed him to touch you. "you know how this works, love, say it."

• he ran a finger along your slit through your panties and even with the fabric barrier, his touch had you arching your back and whimpering. "well?"

• "no, h-he won't get get to see me like this. never." you gasped out when his hand slipped into your underwear to rub you slowly and bucked your hips forward to grind yourself against his hand. his other hand was quick to slap your thigh, a grunt leaving his lips. "no moving."

• he pulled his hand out of your underwear and tugged the panties down over your legs to toss them aside. you couldn't help but stare at the erection straining against his black slacks.

• "i'm not happy with you, and because of that i'm not going to give you what you want just yet." he cupped your face roughly and lowered his face to yours, his hot breath fanning against your lips as he spoke. "you're going to have to be a good girl and make it up to me."

• you nodded eagerly and he moved away from you again to stand up straight. "get on your knees."

• you followed his request with no objection and the hard floor was cold against your knees. just seeing you naked on the floor, staring up at him through your lashes had him groaning out and unbuckling his belt. he pulled his trousers down hastily, unable to wait any longer.

• you palmed his cock through his breifs and kept your eyes on him, hungry to see his face contort in pleasure. you dragged his underwear down to let his cock spring free and wasted no time in wrapping your lips around his head, your hands flying to his thighs to steady yourself.

• "fuck, that feels so good." he grabbed a fistful of your hair and willed himself not to thrust forward as you took more of him inside your mouth. "you're doing so well."

• you focused on breathing through your nose as you hollowed your cheeks and pushed forward to the point where his cock was brushing against the back of your throat.

• gwilym's stuttered moan had you forcing yourself to stay there for a few seconds more before you eventually tore your face away from him, spluttering and gasping for breath.

• he stroked your hair soothingly and found your eyes, his chest and neck now flushed with heat. "what a good girl. will you let me fuck your mouth?" he asked lowly, his hand moving to swipe away the spit covering your lips and chin.

• you didn't answer him and instead wrapped your lips around as much of his cock as you could, gripping at his thighs again. he groaned and let his head fall back as he gripped onto your hair with hands, his hips slowly beginning to thrust forward.

• your jaw ached and your eyes watered as his cock filled your mouth, sliding against the walls of your throat. you clawed at his legs and moaned around him, the throbbing in between your legs becoming harder to ignore.

• you knew he was close when his hips began to stutter and his movements became sloppier, his sharp intakes of air punctuating every thrust. you let your jaw go slack and stared up at him with glossy eyes, challenging him to fuck your face until came.

• instead of continuing to thrust forward, he pulled away and grabbed onto your arm to yank you up onto your feet. he curled an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him as his lips found yours. he kissed you fiercly as he backed you up against his desk. "since you've been so good," he panted against your lips, his cock brushing against your wet folds. "i'll give you something in return."

#help #why has this taken so long #SoRry for this trash #it's like a mix of sixth form and university like wtf???#I HOPE YOU APPRECIATE THIS #gwilym lee #prof!gwil #gwilym lee fanfiction #queen headcanon

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Exhibition of Future Technologies - 2

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader

Summary: Bucky meets the girl of his dreams the day before he ships out again and she holds a mystery about her that he can’t resist.

Warnings: fluff, like a buttload of fluff, lil bit of almost sexy and kissy kissy so that whole 18+ thing and all that

Word Count: 2.695

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“Doll?” he whispered out, frozen in his spot. Y/N spun her head around and sucked in a breath when she saw the man in the doorway.

“You must be Bucky, I’m Y/N, Dr Banner’s new assistant,” he shook her hand gently and she sat back in her seat.

“How do you-?”

“Uhh, yea,” Bucky took a step further into the room as she stood again and gathered some papers, walking towards the photocopier. “He told me to pop round so,”

“Is it okay if I wait?” Bucky said standing in the middle of the room, she glanced at him and nodded as she walked past and stood in front of her laptop. “What are you doing?”

“I do actually,” he looked towards the door and then back to her, taking another small step towards her.

“What is it?”

“Spring.”

“And why’s that?” she bit her bottom lip to suppress her own smile.

“The lines at ice cream parlors are always shorter as well,” she said, her smile widened, Bucky breathed out a laugh as he pressed his forehead against hers and held her face in his hands.

Bucky ran his fingers through her hair and pulled Y/N into his chest. She pleaded for him to keep her secret, ‘they can’t know’ she kept repeating.

“Bruce said I should pop by,” he muttered out, his eyes darting between Y/N, Tony and Bruce.

“I did, wanted to introduce you to Y/N, thought you two might hit it off,” Bruce smiled innocently between the two of them, “but I suppose you two have already met, damn.”

“Uh, yea. I should get going, training.” Bucky nodded before bidding a small farewell to the two men, giving a small smile to Y/N before darting out the door.

“How’s the flying car coming along Tony?” Bucky heard Y/N say as he closed the door and walked back to his room laughing to himself.

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It was nearing eight when Y/N walked out of the lab with her jacket on, ready to go to sleep as soon as she got home.

It was nearing eight as Bucky leaned against the wall in the hallway waiting for her to round the corner towards the elevators.

She let out a yelp as soon as she felt arms wrap around her waist and pull her into their chest.

“Shush, geez Doll it’s just me,” Bucky laughed into the back of her neck as he lowered her back to the ground and spun her round to face him.

His jumper, his Doll.

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ooak-tree-dolls · 5 years

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What materials do I use? What to avoid? And some basic rules.

In this post I will show you which materials I use, which are good for dolls & which you should avoid (and why). There will also be some basic rules about how to use each medium. If you want to check on how to cut costs on basic materials and what to get to start your first repaint – check my previous post here. OK, so let’s get started…

SEALANTS

Sealants are a must! You need a layer of something “toothy” over vinyl (or plastic or resin) for your watercolor pencils and pastel dust to stick to. Sealants used as last layer also make your work waterproof & permanent.

Basic rules of working with sealant

ALWAYS and I mean it – always – use vapor mask! Even when working with an airbrush. Other options? You’ll die. Or get cancer. Or asthma. Just wear the goddamn’ mask! You need a good vapor mask with disposable filters, that are meant for lacquer and chemical vapors. Mine uses A1P2 filter type. Most popular and good brand? 3M. Those cheap paper masks that make you look like a Dr. house? It’s shit. It doesn’t even protect you from a flu. Buy a good mask. You either spend like $15 on a mask… or $5000 on a coffin – the choice is yours. Just be warned.

you need at least 2-3 layers of sealant as a base before you even start to work with your doll. Just think about it as creating a paper from scratch – you need some thickness to it or you’ll just punch a hole in the layer with your sharp pencils. If you start with basic shading – 2 layers is enough. If you start with drawing some basic lines & shapes – I would recommend 3 layers.

each sealant layer needs time to dry – usually it is 15-30 minutes per layer. What means you spray the doll – you leave it to dry – you spray the doll – you leave it to dry. There is no safe way to make it faster and working. Sealant compounds must dry and cure properly. Heating it will cause the sealant to get sticky and gooey – you don’t want that. Some things just need time – this is one of those.

always spray in a ventilated area: either it will be a garage, a basement, your kitchen with kitchen vent/ hood working, or even a room you don’t sleep in, that have more than one window and great air flow. Spray residue can harm your lungs. Why? Not because it’s radioactive shit that will make you glow in the dark… geez. Because tiny sealant particles can get to your lungs, stay there, harden, and lesser your lung capacity. It can give you headache and asthma in best case scenario, or evolve into cancer in the worst scenario. Therefore you always spray in a ventilated area and wear a mask.

spray with good weather. Heat and high humidity can affect how sealant layers dry and cure over time. If it’s too hot – sealant won’t cure. Too cold – it cannot evaporate. Too humid – it cannot dry. It seems like a lot, but besides extreme weather, you can spray almost any day. If it’s not super hot, no snow blizzards or heavy rains – you’re good to go. Or you can always spray indoors 🙂

spray from at least one feet /30-40cm distance, in short series. You rather want to dust your doll in a delicate sealant cloud, than pour it in a heavy rain of sealant. Thin layers. Proper distance. And you’ll be good.

give your can a good shake. Best way is to warm the can in your hands for several minutes and then vigorously shake up and down for 1-2 minutes. The better you shake your sealant – the thinner and smoother layer you’ll get. Shaking helps all ingredients to mix well, warm up, and makes pressure inside can higher. If you learn all the basics of how to properly use sealant – you can be sure no matter what brand you’ll choose – it will always give you great results.

Sealant brands – pros and cons of each

MSC

Most popular among doll artists is MSC aka Mr. Super Clear, but it is also really expensive, sold in tiny cans and really hard to get in some areas. Why it’s so pricey? Because it’s good. Obviously. But also because it is produced and imported from Japan – a small country, located on several bigger and smaller islands – so shipping anything from there costs tons of money!

MSC pros: – creates good tooth to surface – usually 2 layers are enough as a base – widely known & tested – waterproof MSC cons: – pricey! – hard to find in some areas – sold in small cans – very vulnerable to air humidity and temperature – tends to lighten surface – new Matt version tends to crack over time

See the problem? If you want your doll’s head to perfectly match the body – you must either spray both with MSC or constantly checking shade of the head and blush it with pastels.

CITADEL Munitorum Varnish aka Purity Seal It’s basically MSC in bigger can 😀 Made in UK. Widely popular among miniature artists and board game players. If you have a nerd friend playing miniature games – he’ll know how to help you get this one! My sealant of choice ❤ Munitorum Varnish pros: – big can! – fair price – creates good tooth – less vulnerable to weather conditions – waterproof – a bit elastic – won’t crack Munitorum Varnish cons: – mostly available in boardgame stores or online – must be sprayed from a proper distance, or it will tend to cure into a satin finish – usually needs 3 layers as a base for watercolor pencils Most of my repaints were made with Munitorum Varnish spray 🙂 Army Painter and Vallejo Spray Matte Sealant

Those are meant to be used with wargame miniatures. They are less popular than other brands. They both give a nice surface to work with watercolor pencils, but colors on them aren’t as bold as with MSC or CITADEL. The biggest con I have with these two is the packaging – both Army Painter;s and Vallejo’s Sealant cans ended up with broken nozzle just after few uses. I have no idea what causes it – but the nozzle tends to crack or getting clogged easily. You can buy spare ones, but I just let them go for other, easier to use for me, media. Tamiya C matte sealant

It’s also Japanese sealant, same as MSC. Sold in tiny cans [is everything in Japan tiny? Why? ] and meant to be used with wargame minis. I used only one can of it, because of it’s horrible smell. Even tho it gave me a good surface to work with, and can was easy to operate – I felt the smell even in my pro mask with filters. And even after 4 hours with wide opened windows in my apartment. If you have a basement or a garage – you can probably use it with more success.

Hint for drying a doll in humid climate!

For those who are afraid of air humidity in their region, or have a sneaky furry friend as a part of their family – there is a trick to help you save your dolls and let them dry safely! It’s a drying chamber / dry box. Basically a plastic box, filled with silica gel packets [those do-not-eat baggies you can find in new pair of shoes or newly bought bag] and some tiny holes poked in a lid. You can put the doll there and leave it to fully dry in most clean and dry conditions you can get at home. Also – without any fluff particles, fur or dust bunnies that could be stuck to a wet sealant layer.

PAINTS

When it comes to paints I always recommend miniature painting brands. Why? Because they are meant to be used with tiny surfaces! Miniature paints have the smallest pigment particles you can get – it helps you get smoother layers and better coverage than any art grade paint. These paints are also a bit elastic after fully dry so they won’t chip off easily, even from squishy vinyl heads. They’ve meant to be used with resin wargame and boardgame miniatures – tiny objects that are often used, moved around and thrown to a box without air pillows. They can really withstand a lot more than your usual acrylics. The only con I can find is that they need a lot more practice than pencils to achieve same results. You need to learn how to control your paint thickness and train a steady hand to achieve clean lines and smooth layers.

ALWAYS thin your paints before use! Either with water or paint thinner. – you need it to get smooth layers without gritty or lumpy texture and to avoid future chipping. Paints are not meant to give full coverage in one layer, so don’t try to achieve that. As with any other medium on a tiny surface – work with thin layers, patiently building up color and coverage.

What people usually are afraid of is that paints are sold in small bottles so they won’t last long. But it’s not true! Thanks to great coverage and small scale we work with you really don’t need much at a time. You also usually use paint thinned down with water or dedicated thinner in 50/50 ratio.

Paint brands – pros and cons of each

CITADEL [ sometimes called Games Workshop]

It’s a brand of paints that was created for Warhammer miniatures. It’s probably the most popular brand in the miniature artists world. CITADEL pros: – variety of colors – different lines for different special effects, eg. drybrushing, layering etc. – easy to find both in stores and online – good coverage CITADEL cons: – poor package – it makes paints dry out faster – thick – it needs acrylic thinner to work properly – you can feel overwhelmed with how many lines they have for different things [mostly unnecessary ones, like Dry line for example]

Vallejo

It’s a Spanish brand, very popular among pro painters. My personal choice ❤ I love all their series, they have clear descriptions, lots of additional mediums, and what’s great – they last forever! Vallejo pros: – great package! It’s almost impossible for these to dry out or spill, or use too much of it – variety of colors – from vibrant Game Color series, Metallic mediums in all colors to Model Color in more toned down shades – lots of different mediums: metallizers, thinners, shading media etc. – great quality and coverage Vallejo cons: – they are a bit harder to find outside EU, most often available online – outside of EU they can cost a bit more than Citadel

Army Painter This is typically a wargame miniature designed brand. Their colors are more earthy and calm, more toned down – meant to be used for skin tones and army uniforms. If you’re looking something super vibrant – that’s not your type. They have similar packages to Vallejo –a tiny bottle with dropper.

Tamiya Japanese brand of paints. Sold in tiny jars. I must say I don’t like these packages neither working with a bit jelly consistency of these paints. Big pros of these is their long tradition on market – probably any miniature model store will have Tamiya paints – from wargame stores to these for car or train lovers. If you want to try these – you aim for Tamiya C series – acrylic based paints. P3 and Pactra Similar to Army Painter – these are more into natural shades. I worked with them shortly, because they’re less available where I live. Their coverage isn’t as good as other brands. Still – they give great smooth layers when dry.

What else do I need to start with paints?

paintbrushes – duuuh! 😉 I recommend getting tiny paintbrushes, often referred to as miniature brushes, in sizes of 1,2, 0, 00, and 000. Preferably sable bristles or nylon. Nylon brushes are cheaper but last shorter. Sable ones are pricey but properly cleaned will last for years.

paint thinner – I use Vallejo Airbrush Thinner. Thinner changes surface tension of the paint, which allows you to dilute paint without losing as much coverage as it is when diluting with water. Diluted paint gives you a smoother layer and thinner, sharper lines – eg. when you want to paint eyelashes.

brush cleaner – I use 2in1 hair shampoo with conditioner because it cleans brushes without damaging sable bristles. Remember to always use lukewarm water for your brushes, never too hot! Hot water will damage your paintbrushes and make paint harden around bristles.

WATERCOLOR PENCILS

You can only use watercolor pencils – normal colored pencils are your worst enemy! Why? Usually colored pencil core is a mix of pigments, mineral oils and binder – they are meant to be used on paper and sip into it thanks to addition of mineral oils. Sadly that’s the main villain – mineral oil, or basically any other oil, will destroy sealant layers. It will make layers sticky and fragile. It will prevent sealant from curing and your work won’t be permanent or waterproof.

On the other hand – watercolor pencils are made from tightly compressed, clean, water-soluble pigments. Nothing more. Just pigments that can be dissolved by using water. They are dry, and allow sealant to cure properly. They will also give you clean, sharp lines.

Please remember, that if you want colors to stand out – you will work with layers over layers over layers. First layer won’t be super-saturated in color, since there isn’t too much pigment yet. You need to seal your work several times and re-draw any details you want to be more saturated. But thanks to working with pencils – it’s an easy and fast process – just remember to always leave sealant layer for recommended time to dry 🙂

Do I need to wet my pencils?

– no, you don’t. But you can. If you want sharp lines, tiny details and great control over the final result – use your pencils dry. If you’ll need a bigger surface to be covered in one color, or maybe a smooth transition between colors – use dry pencils on the doll, and then damp brush to smooth em’ out.

Never ever dip pencil core in water cup! It will make the core soft, mushy and fragile. And you won’t be able to properly sharpen it for days, before all the moisture evaporates.

Watercolor Pencil brands – pros and cons of each

What brands I recommend? What I use? – I worked with Derwent Watercolor, Derwent Inktense, Kooh-i-Noor Mondeluz and Faber Castel. Derwent Watercolor It’s most recommended brand. Easily available online and in stores worldwide. Derwent offers soft core with great saturation. It is also easy to sharpen. Derwent Watercolor pros: – widely available – great quality – great saturation – lots of colors to choose from – can be bought per piece and in sets – easy to sharpen

Derwent Watercolor cons: – fragile core – they sometimes tend to break on the tip if sharpened too much – high price – colors on outer shell are often different than what you get when drawing – make sure to have your own swatches on paper!

Derwent Inktense

Those are basically Chinese inks in form of a pencil. They are meant to be used on silk and cotton fabrics wet and are waterproof when dry. They have great color saturation but give slightly translucent layers. White is their weakest point – you’ll prefer to get it from other brand.

Derwent Inktense pros: – vivid colors – easy to sharpen – can be bought by piece – widely available – tougher core

Derwent Inktense cons: – white gives almost no coverage – any lighter color will be semi translucent – pricey – sadly the outer shell does not match inner core colors as well

Kooh-i-Noor Mondeluz This is a Czech brand with great tradition [they were funded in 1790] and are probably the cheapest watercolor pencils you can get with one of the best quality pigments. They offer big palette of colors in very reasonable prices.

Kooh-i-Noor Mondeluz pros: – they are cheap – lots of colors to choose from – very good saturation – give smooth layers – white offers great coverage – outside shell exactly match core color you’ll get

Kooh-i-Noor Mondeluz cons: – outside of EU mostly available online – they can only be bought in sets – from 12 to 72 colors – they are a bit harder to sharpen – you’ll need new, good quality sharpener because of their smooth inner core

Faber-Castel Albrecht Durer Watercolor pencils

Those are thicker than any other pencils you’ll find. They are easy to grip and offer bold colors. And they cost a ton of gold!

Faber-Castel Albrecht Durer pros: – thick, easy to grip pencils – bold colors – easy to dissolve with water if you want smooth color transitions – can be used with a paintbrush instead of paint

Faber-Castel Albrecht Durer cons: – thick core won’t give you tiniest details – very soft – hard to sharpen – very pricey – hard to find – available only in sets – lesser choice of colors – dry and wet color will look totally different

Best thing about making repaint with watercolor pencils is that you don’t need nothing more to start – no paintbrushes, thinners, cups with water etc. Just the pencils and a sharpener and you’re ready to go! It’s also the most popular artistic medium – we all had pencils as kids, so we all know how to handle them. There is less space for an error than with paints.

Soft Pastels

– soft pastels, or something else?

Pastels are used for blushing and shading. With bigger than 1:6 dolls or for more advanced artists – pastels are often skipped for an airbrush, but they give this soft, natural look that cannot be achieved by anything else. Think of them like a girl’s make up 😉

As any other medium pastels need a basic layer of sealant to grip to. You can use them with normal paintbrushes, Q-tips, cotton swabs or new, unused makeup brushes. I prefer the last option because makeup brushes offer softer bristles than other brushes – that will result in a smooth shading.

You can use the cheapest brushes you’ll find in your local beauty store – they don’t need to be clinically tested or gentle for skin – you’ll use them for dolls only! Why you need a new set of makeup brushes instead of using your old ones? Because human skin is oily. Always. Any type of human skin will be covered in natural sebum, that will over time sip into makeup brush and no washing session can fully clean it from bristles. And as I mentioned before – you need to avoid any oil near your dolls.

You can use soft pastels sold in blocks, or already ground into dust [eg. Pan Pastel]. You can even get pure mineral pigments.

What brands I recommend? What I use? – I mostly use Kooh-i-Noor, Stabilo and mineral pigments. Recommended brands will be same as for watercolor pencils: Derwent, Faber Castel, Prismacolor. You aim for good quality pastels – soft, highly packed with pigments, with small % of binders and fillers.

How to use soft pastels?

you can use them as they are – simply dab your makeup brush over pastel block to get some pigment

you can grind it on sandpaper – 400 or finer grit is best

you can scratch some dust with craft knife over a paper

you can be lazy and buy already ground pastels or pigments 😀

Mineral pigments instead of soft pastels?

I often use pure mineral pigments, that I got for cheap in local eco beauty store. If you want ever to use a human make up product on dolls – you must always check if what you get is a pure mineral product without silicones, parabens or any kind of oils.

Because otherwise – as you already know – you will destroy your doll.

No, Rhonda, your eye shadow set won’t work! No, they are no good, I don’t care how much you’ve paid for them.

Pure mineral pigments are often offered by brands that specialize in mineral make up, like Annabelle Minerals etc. They can also be bought on Etsy from small manufacturers or in local eco beauty stores. They are already finely ground, with no additional fillers, so they offer bold vivid colors with great coverage and smooth layering. You will also often get mineral shimmers and glitters, that are fine enough to be used on doll eye make up. Read the labels, ask seller about full list of ingredients – and you’ll be good 🙂 And those are mineral pigments I have from my local store:

OTHER GOODIES

– what you can use, and what should be avoided at any cost? What else you can use for doll faceup? – any kind of textile glue to attach eyelashes – human grade eyelashes – any craft glitters – 3D paints – any acrylic based inks and contour paints – POSCA acrylic markers – nail art stickers, rhinestones or coloring dust – decals –but you’ll need to seal them at least 2 times after they are dry! What to avoid? – anything with oils – either mineral or natural – human makeup products: powders, eye shadows, eyeliners, body shimmers etc. – normal colored pencils – oil pastels – alcohol-based inks – they will sip into vinyl and destroy it – Sharpies!!! no, they are not good, neither for faces or for hair – they will bleed over time – permanent markers – Mod Podge instead of gloss or varnish – it will get sticky and yellow over time. And no amount of sealant will save it. – nail polish – yes, it will hold to sealed vinyl head, but it’s too stiff when dry and will chip off easily – gouache paints or caulk paints – they will chip off – any cheap art grade spray sealant / fixative – they will get sticky on vinyl and provide no tooth

If you are interested on my notes about dyeing doll hair – check this note here.

Doll LAB: recommended materials. Tips & tricks. What materials do I use? What to avoid? And some basic rules. In this post I will show you which materials I use, which are good for dolls & which you should avoid (and why).

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penmansparadise · 5 years

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Steve Harrington Imagine Request- My Little Buddy

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Hello everyone!! I promised an imagine and here it is! This was a request from like forever ago, like LAST YEAR (lol bad dad joke I know) that I finally had the chance to write. I apologize now for how long this imagine is lol I got a little carried away. Anyway, I mentioned some great songs, one is my all time favorite song like ever, can you guess which one?? I hope that you all enjoy it and feel free to send in requests or send in asks!! Xx.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Mild language

BEEP! BEEP! “Good morning Hawkins, Indiana! It is another beautiful August morning on this sunny Monday. What a way to start the week! Here to start off your day is Tears For Fears with their hit song, “Everyone Wants to Rule the World”.

You rolled over yawning and stretching out your limbs. The remnants of the heat from your husband was still present on the sheets next to you. A small smile pricked at the corners of your mouth as you let your fingertips graze the warm surface. As you lay there, your eyes lifted to see a picture from your wedding day standing proudly on the nightstand. A tingly feeling traveled from your toes to your pink cheeks. That was the day you officially became Mrs. Harrington.

You and Steve met in high school when you moved to Hawkins in 9th grade. He was the one who approached you. Being the new kid meant you had no friends which also meant you ate lunch alone. You sat by yourself, awkwardly eating your peanut butter and jelly sandwich, before Steve made his way over and confidently took a seat next to you. He gave you a toothy smile, complimented your Styx shirt, and the rest was history. Throughout the course of freshmen year, the two of you grew closer and closer. As friends at first, but slowly the tides began to turn. It started with lingering stares and shy smiles before progressing to soft “accidental” hand touches. The summer before sophomore year, Steve finally built up enough nerve to ask you to be his girlfriend to which you happily said “Yes”. The rest of high school went by in a blur as you and Steve did everything together. You went to every single one of his basketball games and he, begrudgingly, went to every single one of your debate matches. Midway through senior year, Steve surprised you with a beautiful promise ring. He slid it onto the finger that, today, holds your ravishing two carat diamond wedding ring. By the time the both of you graduated high school, you knew Steve was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. Unsurprisingly enough, three days after your graduation, Steve got down on one knee, professed his love to you, and asked if you would marry him. With tears in your eyes and excitement in your heart, you said “Yes”. Fast forward three years later, you and Steve are still happily married. The two of you bought a house on the outskirts of Hawkins. Steve, after obtaining his bachelor’s degree, began working as a math teacher at Hawkins Middle School. You went straight into the work force after high school and started working at the local grocery store as the general manager. Simple living and the two of you couldn’t be happier.

You smiled as you chronicled your relationship in your head. Your eyes moved to the alarm clock sitting next to the picture and you nearly screamed.

“Shit.” You whispered under your breath as you quickly fumbled out of bed. Practically falling into the bathroom, you pulled on your khaki pants.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You said in aggravation as you yanked your forest green polo over your head. As you stood in the bathroom running a hair brush through your hair, you noticed the calendar hanging in your room. A big red star was drawn under last Monday’s date. You let yourself ponder over it for a moment, but quickly forgot about it when you realized you were already ten minutes late. Grabbing your purse and keys, you frantically made your way out the door and into your car before peeling out of your driveway.

Five minutes later, you pulled into the parking lot with a nagging feeling that you forgot something. You tried to push the feeling to the back of your head as you walked inside, but for some reason you couldn’t shake it.

“Good morning Mrs. Harrington!” One of the cashiers called as you walked past.

“Mornin’ Stacy.” You mumbled hardly loud enough for her to hear. When you reached your office, you plopped your body into the chair behind your desk. As your eyes took in all the papers scattered on your desk, they fell onto the calendar spread across the wood top. Just like the calendar at home, a large red star was present under last Monday’s date. A puzzled look played on your face when your co-worker, Suzanne, walked in.

“Jesus am I glad you’re here.” She huffed rolling her eyes before sitting herself on top of your desk. She began pulling at her cuticles as she continued speaking.

“Ugh,” she grunted, “this morning was insane. Brenda dropped a whole basket of tomatoes on the floor resulting in a huge mess; Gary apparently doesn’t know how to use his hands because he dropped some guy’s bottle of soda and shattered it right there in front of him; and to top it all off, the shipment didn’t come in today. Oh, and Shelly called out which means we’ll have to stock today.”

She finally lifted her eyes from her perfectly manicured fingers and noticed your distressed look.

“What’s wrong with you?” She asked in confusion.

You shook your head in an attempt to clear it, but failed miserably.

“I don’t know. I just feel like I forgot something today. Something is just...missing.”

Suzanne gave you a sympathetic look, “I’m sure you’ll remember Y/N. And what better way to help you remember than stocking shelves?”

You chuckled before taking a basket full of items and wheeling it out onto the floor. You began opening boxes and let out a small laugh. Of course your immature co-worker was too embarrassed to stock the condoms and tampons. You hummed along to the radio quietly playing “Take On Me” by A-Ha as you stacked boxes of tampons on the shelf. Your movements were smooth and second nature. You began to lose yourself in the music when you stopped abruptly. Still holding a box of tampons, you took in a sharp breath suddenly remembering what was missing. Your eyes moved slowly to the box of tampons in your hand and you began to get nauseous. The red star on the calendar in your room, and the same haunting red start on your office calendar, signified something very important was missing. A voice from behind you pulled you out of your trance.

“You alright Y/N? You look a little pale.” Suzanne said as she placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You jumped back to reality scaring her a little. She stared at you waiting for you to explain. You shakily lifted the box of tampons:

“I know what was missing Suzanne.”

Suzanne gave you a questioning look, “Tampons? Why didn’t you say so? I have like a whole box in my purse.”

You shook your head furiously, “No Suzanne, my period! I’m late... a whole week late.”

Suzanne’s eyes widened, “Oh goodness Y/N. Hang on, stay here.”

She trotted off into the next aisle before coming back with a box of pregnancy tests. She handed you the box:

“Here.” She began, “Go home and take one of these. I’ll handle the rest of your shift.”

You took the box of tests, gave Suzanne a gracious smile and pulled her into a tight hug before heading home.

Driving home was as if you were on autopilot. Your mind was reeling and not at all focused on the road. When you pulled into your driveway, you were happy to see that Steve was still at work. You quickly ran inside, threw your belongings haphazardly onto the coffee table, and made your way to your bathroom. With your hands shaking, you opened the box of tests and took one. You had to wait ten minutes before the results would show, so you placed the test on the counter and sat down on the bathroom floor. Your knee jumped up and down in anticipation. The clock hanging in your room ticked loudly with every passing minute making your anxiety build even more. When the tenth minute finally passed, you wearily stood up and took the test into your hands. Two bold blue lines appeared in the tiny gray window. You let out a breath as you brought your hand to your mouth.

“I’m pregnant.” You said quietly to yourself.

Because you were trying to process the news, you didn’t even hear the front door open and close.

“Y/N? What are you doing home so early baby? You usually don’t get home for at least another hour or so.” Steve shouted from the other room. You didn’t say anything as you could hear his footsteps getting closer. You heard him come to a stop in the open bathroom door.

“Honey? You alright?” He asked, his voice laced with concern. Your hand was still resting on your face and the test still in your hand as you slowly turned to face him. Steve saw your face and quickly moved to you. His hands immediately grabbed your waist.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked moving one hand to wipe away tears you hadn’t realized had fallen down your cheeks. As he moved his hand back down your back, he noticed the test in your hand. He gave you a confused look:

“What is that?” He asked quietly.

You sniffled:

“I’m a week late Steve.”

Steve cocked his head to the side trying to understand what you were telling him. A small smile curled the corners of your lips:

“This is a pregnancy test and I have the results already.” You said turning the stick to show Steve the two blue lines. Still, Steve was oblivious to what you were saying. You chuckled at his oblivion:

“Steve, I’m pregnant!” You said pointing to the two blue lines for emphasis. Steve’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped before he pulled you into a tight hug. You let out a little yelp when he lifted you off the ground and began to spin you around.

“You’re pregnant!? I’m gonna be a dad!? Finally! Oh my gosh Y/N this is great!” Steve shouted before placing you back down on your feet. Tears sprang to your eyes when he got down on his knees and gently placed his hands on your tummy. He lifted your shirt and placed a soft kiss on your bare skin sending chills up your spine.

“I’m so glad you’re here and I can’t wait to meet you. Daddy loves you so much already.” Steve whispered quietly to your belly before leaving one more soft kiss.

It wasn’t long after that day when you began to get a bump. It was small at first, but soon grew bigger and bigger. Everyday tasks that were once easy started to become tiring quests. Getting out of bed was no longer a graceful and swift movement. Instead, with your growing baby bump, getting out of bed became a struggle to make sure your feet were stable before pulling yourself up. Putting your shoes on was no longer as simple as slipping them on. Instead, with your new larger tummy, putting your shoes on became a series of jumps and stomps before the shoes finally slid onto your swollen feet. Being pregnant was a lot harder than you expected. However, luckily for you, you had Steve by your side the whole time.

Steve, unsurprisingly, was the husband every pregnant woman wanted. When he saw you struggling to roll out of bed, he would gently place a hand on your back and help push you up. When he saw you having troubles putting on your shoes, he would get down on his knees and swiftly slide them onto your feet. Steve was always asking if you needed anything and was constantly telling you to sit down. Every day Steve would talk to your belly as if the baby were sitting in front of him. Every night he would kiss you goodnight and tell you he loves you before leaning down and doing the same to your tummy. His adoration shined proudly on his face when he smiled at you. His excitement radiated off of him when he would talk about his soon-to-be-child.

Steve went to every doctor’s appointment with you sitting next to the bed holding onto your hand tightly. He nearly jumped out of his chair when the doctor said you were having a boy. That night Steve rambled on and on about everything he was going to teach him:

“I’m gonna teach him now to play basketball and throw the football with him. I’m gonna teach him how to treat a woman right, we aren’t going to have a jerky kid. I’m gonna help him with his math homework and teach him everything I know.” Steve exclaimed to you as he lay next to you that night caressing your large baby bump.

Steve happily went shopping with you when the months turned into days until your baby would be arriving. He even gave his opinion about clothes to get him:

“We have to buy the plaid because if he’s anything like me, he looks pretty decent in plaid. But, if he’s anything like you, he’ll look absolutely adorable in it. It’s a must.” Steve said throwing a plaid onesie into your basket.

Day’s were turning into hours as you and Steve completed your baby’s room. A crib in the corner, a rocking chair next to it, and a changing table stocked full with diapers, creams, and wipes. Your heart would flutter anytime you walked by the room on your way to yours and Steve’s room. That night, you did your best to cuddle into Steve’s side and smiled.

“He’ll be here soon, you know?” You asked into the dark room.

Steve gave you a squeeze:

“I know. I can’t wait.”

“You’re not nervous?” You asked.

“Hmm,” he hummed, “maybe a little, but I’m more excited.”

You smiled to yourself:

“Have you been thinking of names?”

“I have and I have one picked out. It’s perfect.”

You propped your head on your hand and looked at his outlined silhouette:

“And what is that?”

Steve turned to you and you could just barely see a wide grin playing on his lips:

“Dustin.”

Your heart skipped a beat as tears sprang to your eyes:

“Why is that the perfect name?” You tried to ask with a steady voice.

Steve sighed contently:

“Because,” he began, “Dustin is the second most important person in my life. He is a friend, a brother, and I want to name my son after someone special.”

You quickly wiped away a stray tear before cheekily saying:

“Our son.”

“Right.” Steve chuckled, “Our son.”

The next morning as you were attempting to roll out of bed, it happened. You were pulling yourself up to go to the bathroom, when your night gown and the sheets beneath you became wet. Suddenly a sharp pain emanated from your lower abdomen. You let out a loud shriek:

“Holy shit Steve!”

Steve slowly rolled over and yawned.

“Sorry, I ate at Mario’s yesterday for lunch.” Steve said groggily. Another stab came and your hand flew to your stomach as you took in a sharp breath.

“What!?” You shouted in annoyance, “No Steve, my water just broke and I’m having contractions!”

Steve sat up so quickly he nearly fell out of the bed.

“What!? Oh God, okay let’s get you up and ready to go to the hospital.”

Steve sprang into action quickly helping you out of bed and into some street clothes. He led you to the car and helped you into the passenger seat before going back inside to grab the hospital bag you had prepped the week prior. The entire car ride Steve was constantly asking if you were okay and your only reply was a groan and a head nod. Steve sped through Hawkins running every red light and stop sign until he arrived at the hospital. He jumped out and ran to the passenger side helping you out as gently as he could. Although he said he wasn’t nervous, you could see his hands shaking when he grabbed the bag from the trunk. The nurses quickly sat you in a wheel chair and rushed you down the hall into a room. Everything was happening so fast your vision was starting to blur. The contractions were two minutes apart and as you were groaning in pain, nurses were swiftly attaching wires to you.

“You’ll only feel a little pinch, okay? Everything is going to be just fine.” You heard through all the cacophony. A small pinch and burning sensation came from your hand as a nurse hooked you up to an IV. You moaned in pain:

“Somebody please help me. This baby needs to come out!”

Metal clinked against metal as doctors and nurses arranged their tools. You began to cry from the pain and loudness of the room.

“Where is the doctor!? I need a morphine or something, please!”

Beep. Beep. Beep. An incessant beeping was chirping in your ear as the pain continued. Your vision was blurry from your tears and the sweat that was beading on your forehead. Your breathing felt shallow from the discomfort you were feeling. Your mind was moving a mile a minute and confusion began to set in when a familiar and comforting hand landed on your shoulder. Finally, it felt like you could breathe again. You looked up and there he was, like an angel coming down from heaven, starring down at you with pure affection.

“How are you feeling baby? It’s almost time, the doctor says your dilated to seven centimeters, whatever that means.” Steve said with a small chuckle. You gave him a weak smile before letting out an agonizing groan. The lights were so bright, you felt like a deer in the headlights. You could hardly see anything and it felt like it was at least 95 degrees in the room. Your breathing began to quicken as another contraction came. You felt Steve take your hand in his.

“It’s time baby. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.” He said, his voice floating gracefully over all the noise. You nodded when you heard a clear deep voice come from the foot of the hospital bed:

“Okay Mrs. Harrington, it’s time. I’m gonna need you to give me a big push, okay? One big push and we’ll take a break.”

You took in a couple of small breaths before giving a big push. A loud groan emitted from you through gritted teeth. Sweat and tears mixed on your cheeks as you gave another push accompanied by a shriek of pain. You could hear the doctor and nurses coaching you, but the clearest voice was right next to you. Steve, quietly and soothingly, spoke directly into your ear:

“You’ve got this baby. Only a little more, okay? I know it’s painful, but it’ll be so worth it when you get to hold our little Dustin in your arms.”

You let out a cry and gave one last push before you could hear the wailing of your son. A sigh of relief escaped you as you looked to Steve who had tears pooling in his eyes and a look of pure joy on his face.

“Would you like to hold your son Mrs. Harrington?” The doctor asked you. You nodded before the doctor handed you your swaddled and howling son. Tears of joy began to spill over as you wrapped your arms around your baby. When he nestled into you, his crying stopped, his breathing grew steady, and his tiny little eyes starred at you in wonder. You smiled through your tears:

“Hi baby. Are you better now that mommy’s holding you?” You asked the curious child. You looked to Steve who was simply watching his son cuddle you.

“Do you want to hold him?” You asked Steve. Your question caught him off guard, but he smiled and nodded. You carefully handed the baby to Steve and began to tear up again as you watched your husband snuggle his son. Steve wiggled his finger in front of the baby’s face until he gently grabbed it. He placed a soft kiss on his son’s head:

“Hey Dustin, I’m your daddy. You don’t know it yet, but we’re going to be best friends. I love you so much my little buddy. Mommy and daddy love you so so much.”

Your lips curled up as you continued to watch Steve coo and snuggle your baby. Steve may not have known it then, but that was the beginning of a wonderful father-son relationship.

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