#< getting notes again and i didn’t have it tagged earlier but i’m getting nervous so.

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where the fire department is called. And Nirvana might not just be a word on a hoodie. or The twenty-sixth installment of the Skz!Pack Prequel series.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, SKZ!Pack, Pack!prequel, ot8, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, skz smut, skz fluff, skz angst, skz imagines, skz reactions, skz scenarios, abo, a/b/o, skz abo, alpha beta omega, femreader, poly!skz

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Light Smut

Title: Emergency Stop

12 Hours Earlier

Chan sighs heavily and leans back in his chair, spinning a few aimless circles as he lets his gaze wander across the tiled ceiling of the student studio. 

He listens to the sound of fingers clicking across keyboards, the quiet hum of equipment, and then announces finally, to no one in particular, just to get it off his chest, “I think she’s avoiding me.” Hongjoong pulls his headphones off his ears, letting them drop down around his neck, as he turns from his current project to stare at Chan in exasperation, one dark brow arched. 

“I think that’s a little dramatic, mate.” 

“Wellllllll-” Changbin hems from the other side of the room, a grimace going across his features, as he swivels in his chair to face them, not quite meeting Chan’s gaze. 

Chan bolts upright, his voice loud with triumph. “Ah ha! I knew it!” 

“Oh my goood.” Hongjoong groans, scrubbing at his face with his hands, before he must decide that they’re not worth the trouble, turning back to his computer and pulling his headphones back up- on both ears this time. 

Changbin’s lips twist to the side in an obvious guilt ridden expression, his dark eyes finally meeting Chan’s. 

Chan feels his stomach drop as he regards his best friend and packmate’s worry. 

“What?” He asks, suddenly breathless, leaning forward in the office chair, his alpha suddenly on high alert. “What did I do? How did I fuck it up? You gotta tell me how to fix it, Bin, it’s fucking with my head.” 

Changbin reaches up to rub at the back of his neck, Chan recognizes the nervous gesture, and clears his throat, his eyes darting around the room, as if trying to focus on anything except the man in front of him. 

“You didn’t do anything, hyung. I swear to god, but I can’t tell you anything else, because (Y/N) will fucking eat me alive.” 

“She is pretty fucking scary.” Hongjoong chimes in once more, glancing over his shoulder at Chan, his fingers paused on the mouse. “Almost in Seonghwa’s league. Almost.” 

Chan glances back to Changbin, who is nodding avidly along in agreement with what the other alpha is saying. 

Chan’s alpha is growling at his mate’s resistance, at the way he’s holding back, even if he knows how to fix this whole mess, but he takes in a deep, steadying breath, and clamps his hands in his lap, willing the angry wolf back down. 

“Bin.” He tries again, glancing back to the other man, his voice steady, calm, imploring. “You gotta tell me something. If I don’t know what’s wrong, I can’t fix it, and I’m going crazy over here.” Changbin’s chest heaves with a sigh, and then he swallows, Chan watches the way his Adam's apple bobs, as he looks up to the ceiling, as if for some form of silent approval. 

Finally, he sighs again, audibly this time, and rakes a hand agitatedly through his dark hair. 

“Fine.” 

Chan feels his entire body tense, waiting on what comes next. 

He can sense a headache starting to pound to life behind his left eye. 

He doesn’t know if it’s because of the current situation, or because he hasn’t really seen you much over the last week, and his alpha is taking direct note of the loss of contact. 

Changbin shakes his head slightly to himself, as if he can’t believe what he’s going to say, going to reveal, and then he grits out, “She’s worried about something she said.” 

Chan’s mind races, going over every tiny interaction the two of you have had in the last week and a half. 

Nothing significant comes to mind. 

“What?” He asks, puzzled, as if Changbin can reveal the clues to him. 

Instead, the other alpha gives a half hearted shrug. 

“I dunno, hyung. She wouldn’t tell me anything besides that. I’m sorry, man.” 

Chan shakes his head, still analyzing every time you’ve spoken, or interacted, since he saw you during Jeongin’s heat. 

Honestly, it wasn’t much, considering you’d been avoiding him at all costs. 

He manages a weak grin, and stands, walking over to pat Changbin on the back. 

“Nah, it’s fine, mate. Thanks for telling me that much. I’ll figure it out.” 

Changbin glances up at him, expression unreadable, and gives a curt nod, already reaching for his headphones again. 

“She feels things really fucking deeply. Deeper than the rest of us. Sometimes she just needs a little space to figure it out. But she cares about you, hyung. A lot. She wouldn’t be this fucking worried if she didn’t.” 

Chan grips his shoulder a little tighter, a silent sign of acknowledgement, and goes back to his own work station. 

He knows Changbin’s right. Knows he speaks from experience. 

So why is his stomach still in knots? 

*******

Fuck. 

Your eyes dart around the small kitchen, helplessly looking for an escape route, before they settle on the two men sitting at the table, staring you down. 

You clear your throat, and try to work up an easy smile. 

“You were talking about me? I’m flattered Min.” 

Minho’s smirk widens, growing sharp and dangerous, as if he knows exactly what you’re trying to do. 

You’re sure he does. 

He pats the chair beside him, in the middle of he and Chan. 

“Have a seat.” 

You can’t think of literally anything worse in this moment, your skin already hot underneath Chan’s stare, your fingers itching at your side, your alpha begging you to please get the fuck out of here already.

You take a step backward, back toward the safety of the hallway. 

“That’s okay, I actually was just leaving to go on a run.” 

Minho’s brow arches a little higher. 

“At eleven PM?” 

There is amusement in his tone, as if he knows he’s caught you in an outright lie. 

You give a little shrug, and take another step toward the door. 

“I do my best running at night. Must be the wolf in me.” 

You don’t dare look at Chan, not when he’s right here, staring at you, expression unreadable. He hasn’t said one word since you entered the room, and you can practically feel your body withering from the shame of his heavy gaze. 

It’s like he can see right through you, and you need to get out of here, right now. 

“Anyway-” You’re halfway into the hallway now, the front door, your shining savior, within sight. You give the men a little wave and another unconvincing, weak smile. “-gotta go. Have fun.” 

You dart for the front door, nearly bowling an emerging Jisung over, sending his popcorn flying. 

“Hey!” He protests with a glare in your direction, but you don’t stop, tugging on your sneakers with record speed, before you barrel out the door of the apartment. 

“Sorry, Jisungie!” You call over your shoulder, because you are, but honestly, in times of crisis-

You can breathe easier out here, in the quiet darkness of the dorm hallway, even though you’re still practically jogging, headed directly for the elevator. 

You’re making a beeline for your dorm a few floors down, and you’re staying locked up in there until Chan decides to leave. 

Well, not leave, because he lives here too, but at least until he decides to go back to his own kitchen and stop talking to Minho about whatever the hell they were discussing. 

You slide through the gap of the doors in the elevator before they’re fully open, and pound the second floor button a few more times than necessary, catching your breath as you wait for the doors to close. 

They’re almost down to a sliver, and you think you’ve gotten away with your hasty escape, when an arm shoots through, bouncing them back open, and Chan steps into view. 

Immediately, the breath you’ve just regained leaves your body, as he joins you in the elevator, the doors hissing shut quietly behind him. 

There’s silence, the space suddenly feeling smaller than normal, as you stare him down warily from your corner. 

“What-” You start to say, in an attempt at least to fill the uncomfortable quiet, but Chan beats you to it.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He demands, dark eyes flashing, as the elevator jolts into motion. 

You brace yourself against the wall, your mouth dropping open at his serious, commanding tone. 

“I’m not avoiding you-” You start to protest weakly, the lie sounding unconvincing to even your own ears. 

“Bullshit” Chan cuts you off once more with a growl, taking a menacing step toward you, and suddenly, you know, you’re not dealing with Christopher Bang any longer, you’re dealing with his alpha.

His irrational, incredibly pissed off and slighted alpha. 

Fuck. 

The elevator feels tiny now, saturated with the scent of thunder, and you swallow hard, your own alpha flattening its ears in response. 

The sound of a ding signals the arrival of the next floor, and before you can make a move to do something, anything, Chan reaches behind him without a glance, and slams his palm down over the emergency stop button. 

The elevator grinds to a sudden halt with an eerie shriek of gears, and then there is silence, all movement ceased. 

Your mouth falls open once more, but you feel your own anger flare to life in the pit of your stomach, rising to meet his. 

“Chan, what the fuck do you think you’re doing-” 

He stalks toward you, and you shrink back into the corner, the cool metal of the hand bar digging into your back. 

“Exactly what I should’ve done when this whole nonsense started.” He growls, caging you in as he puts his hands on either side of your head, fingers digging into the slick, cool brushed metal of the elevator’s walls as he glares down at you. 

You’re choking on the storm now, your heart pounding against the wall of your ribs. 

But you hold your ground regardless, lifting your head as defiance flashes across your gaze, and frost starts to crackle outward from you, freezing the storm. 

“Oh? And what’s that? Emergency stop an elevator in a little temper tantrum?” 

His dark eyes flash, and a muscle ticks in his jaw, but his voice is steady when he responds. 

“If I have to trap you in a room with me to get you to talk over things like an adult, like my mate, then yes.” 

You scoff, looking away from his burning gaze. 

“There’s nothing to talk about.” 

“That’s not what Changbin said.” 

Your head jerks up, your angry gaze meeting his. 

“Fuck Changbin.” 

“I do, and I enjoy it.” Chan fires right back without missing a beat, crowding you into the corner further, his scowl deepening. “But that’s not what we’re here to talk about, is it?” 

“I’m not. Avoiding you.” You grind out through gritted teeth, your jaw clicking with the immense pressure of keeping your rage back. 

It’s a blatant lie, and you both know it. 

Chan’s eyes darken, dripping golden around the pupils now, and when he parts his lips, his teeth flash in what’s almost a snarl, dangerous and threatening. 

You can practically feel his alpha’s teeth poised warningly over your exposed throat. 

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this angry before. 

“You think-” He begins, and his voice has dropped dangerously, a menacing growl in the back of his throat, a rumble in his chest. “-that even if I was stupid enough not to notice, he wouldn’t?” 

Your lips part, ready to spit something back, but something about his words ring true in the hollow pit of your stomach. 

He’s right. You could avoid him all you wanted, but your alpha, and his, would know. They were the ones who were suffering because of the distance, keening for their mates. 

Fuck, if it was hell for the two of you, it was fucking torture for them. 

Chan’s gaze hasn’t wavered from your own, not once, and when he speaks again, his words are just above a murmur, and you don’t miss the way his breath trembles on his next inhale. 

“I can’t fucking sleep, (Y/N.) I can’t eat, I can’t study, I can’t produce, I can’t do anything, because every single waking moment is spent trying to figure out what I did wrong and how to fix it.” 

You feel guilt drop like a hot pound of lead into the pit of your stomach. 

You lean your head back on the wall behind you, and meet his gaze head on, your voice quiet, but steady, when you reply back, “It wasn’t anything you did.” 

Confusion starts to pool into his expression, easing some of the anger, and you feel your own fury start to melt away like sand with the tide, leaving your body tired and heavy. 

“Then why?” He questions back, gaze boring into your own. 

You sigh, and glance behind him to the still blinking emergency stop button, wondering how much time you have before someone notices the elevator hasn’t moved and calls the fire department to rescue the two of you. 

That’s all you need right now. Better hurry this up. 

“I said something.” You announce without preamble, shifting your gaze to meet his own once more, sudden fear rising like bile in your throat. You force through the feeling, and swallow hard. “The day you asked me for help during Jeongin’s presentation.” Chan watches you closely, silently, and you give a little shrug and half a laugh-it’s awkward, and fleeting, and leaves the space in between you feeling heavier than before. 

“And I wasn’t sure if what I’d said-what I’d admitted-made you feel weird. I was scared I’d messed shit up, and I wanted to give you space to deal, if that was the case.” 

Chan cocks his head-the motion is endearing, like a puppy-and you resist the urge to reach up and push some of the curls back off his forehead with your fingers. 

Confusion is clear on every inch of his features now. 

“What did you-” He starts to ask, and then something clicks behind his expression, his eyes going wide and his jaw going slack. “Oh, you mean the love thing.” “Oh my god.” You groan, covering your face with your hands, already feeling your cheeks heat up. “Do we have to call it that?” 

When you peek back through your fingers, Chan is smiling, his lips pulled crookedly to one side, the gold fading slowly from his gaze. 

“That’s why you were avoiding me? You were worried about that?” 

“Yes!” You shriek,a little bit louder than necessary, and Chan’s grin widens even more. “I mean, that’s a fuck of a thing to announce to someone out of the blue, when they’re already dealing with a ton of shit and I didn’t know how you’d take it.” 

Chan tilts his head, regarding you. “But you’ve already told me you love me. Once before. Remember?” 

You stare at him like he’s just grown another head, and then it clicks. 

“That didn’t count!” You cough out, choking on your own spit, waving your hands wildly as you try to regain your breath. “That was like a post fuck thing, I was feeling sappy,  I just threw it out there to everyone in general, you guys had just saved me and given me the best orgasm of my life and it wasn’t-” “True?” Chan finishes for you, though there’s no hurt on his face, only slight amusement. 

“No!” You protest, growing angry again as you grow more flustered by the second. “It was true, it just wasn’t so-”

“Direct?” Chan tries once again, watching you closely. 

“Yeah.” You finish helplessly, your shoulders slumping. 

Chan gives a little laugh, and slides one of his large hands down the elevator wall to grip your chin in his fingers, raising your embarrassed gaze to his once more. 

His expression softens, the corners of his mouth settling into an affectionate smile, as you struggle a little and try to resist his gaze. 

“Baby. Look at me.” 

You finally do as he says, reluctantly meeting his eyes, and he arches a brow at you. 

The air between you is heavy with ice and storm, but it doesn’t feel so oppressive now. 

In fact, the headache you’ve been battling all week seems to be miraculously gone. 

Chan’s lips twitch, and you huff at him a little, folding your arms across your chest at his obvious amusement in your sheepishness. 

“Listen. If it hasn’t been incredibly fucking clear since the first time I met you that I’m head over heels for you, then I must not be doing enough to prove it to you.” 

Your own lips twitch into the hint of a smile then, and you begrudgingly uncross your arms from your chest. 

“No, you’re doing enough. Trust me. Following me around like a little lost puppy when I openly hated your guts for the first couple of weeks definitely sold it.”

Chan laughs, and the sound sends warmth cascading down your body. 

Your tired muscles feel a little more manageable now. 

 Chan leans in, and rests his forehead against yours. 

You take a moment to breathe him in, and then he murmurs, breath warm on your face, “Now, say it again, but don’t run away this time.” 

You smirk, keeping your eyes closed as you whisper back, “There’s not really anywhere for me to go. You saw to that.” 

He chuckles, breath fanning across your skin, but doesn’t move to pull away. 

You take in a deep breath, and let your hands skim up the warm length of his arms, letting your fingers take him in for a moment, before you breathe out, “I love you, Christopher Bang. Even though I hated your guts, and fucked up a couple of huge things, and you trapped me in an elevator with you-twice, I might add, against my will-I love you, and I don’t think that’s ever not been true.” 

Chan opens his eyes, and you stare into the golden flecks of his irises, before he pulls back, and his lips curve into the start of a smirk. 

“Now, was that so hard?” 

You swing an arm out and hit him lightly in the chest, giving him a fake glare. 

“Say it back.” 

He grins, and leans in, caging you with his forearms once more against the cool metal behind your head, his nose brushing your own. 

“I fucking love you, (Y/N), I always have. Even when you hated my guts. In fact, in retrospect, I think that made me love you even more.” 

You giggle, and Chan covers your mouth with his without warning, swallowing the sound. 

You let your hands trace up his back and into his hair, fingers tangling in his curls, as he flicks his tongue between the seam of your lips and into your waiting mouth. 

The sharp points of his canines graze and tug at your bottom lip, and you moan, breaking the kiss as you let your head fall back to the wall behind you, breathing heavily, as Chan presses kisses down your jaw, the column of your throat, tickling and teasing your skin as he nibbles your collarbone, traces your scent gland with his tongue. 

“They’re gonna send the fire department after us, you know.” You gasp out, gaze flicking beyond him once more to the flashing button on the wall, as he drops to his knees in front of you, fingers finding your hip bones. 

Chan looks up at you, lips red and kiss bitten, a grin stretching the pink skin over white teeth. 

He arches a brow. 

“Lucky for you, baby, they’re not incredibly known for their fast response time, and I’m a fairly quick worker.” 

You reach out a hand to stop him as he reaches for the closure of your pants, and when he looks up at you in confusion, your lips lift into a smirk. 

“What if I told you I wanted to take my time?” 

His lips slowly lift into a wicked grin of his own. 

“I think we can make that happen.” 

********

Your apartment is closer than Chan’s (by one floor, but hey, a floor is a floor), so after apologizing to some severely annoyed alphas who were waiting on the stalled elevator, you push through your front door and Chan doesn’t wait a second before he pounces. 

He backs you against the wall of the hallway, his hands dropping to your waist once more, his mouth already on yours. 

His tongue swipes around the inside of your mouth, and you groan into him. “About that taking our time thing-” 

Chan chuckles huskily, the sound going right to your core, and if you weren’t already incredibly wet before, you sure as hell are now. 

There’s a quiet sound behind the two of you and you freeze, leaning up to glance over Chan’s shoulder, suddenly on full alert. 

“Jeongin?” 

Chan follows your gaze, your mouth open in shock, to the omega standing beside the front door, waving sheepishly to the two of you, his cheeks almost as red as his hair. 

“Hey, noona.” 

You slip out beneath Chan’s arm and approach him, surprise clearly etched across your face. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“I was waiting for you.” Jeongin gives a little shrug, but he won’t meet your eyes, embarrassment clear on his pretty features. “You said later earlier and I thought-” 

Oh. Fuck. 

You let out a sigh, suddenly feeling more than a little remorseful. “Sorry, Innie. I was hanging out at Minho’s and then Chan was there-” 

Jeongin glances down, scuffing his shoe into the worn carpet. “No, it’s fine, noona. I was just gonna sneak out when I heard the two of you, but I should’ve known I had no chance when up against a wolf’s hearing.” 

His hand reaches for the doorknob, and without thinking, you reach out and stop him. 

“Wait-” You swallow, his large, dark eyes flicking to you in surprise. “I mean. You can join us? If you want?” 

Jeongin stares at you, his pupils huge. 

“What?” Chan approaches, his hand going on your shoulder as he addresses Jeongin. “Yeah, Innie. It’s up to you, but we don’t mind-” 

You notice the way Chan reaches up to rub his neck as he speaks, as if he’s just as nervous over this as Jeongin is. 

“Don’t feel any pressure.” You hurry to reassure the omega standing in front of you. “I know you don’t have much experience, and one alpha on a good day is a lot, so if this is too overwhelming-”

Jeongin bites his lip and glances between the two of you. Finally, he says hesitantly, voice barely above a whisper, “I think I’d like that. But-” He takes in a nervous breath. “Can I just watch for a little bit first? Would that be okay?” 

You smirk. “Oh, so you’re one of those?” 

Jeongin instantly flushes, and you rush to reassure him you were only teasing, looping an arm around his shoulders as you lead him back toward your room, Chan following on your heels. 

“I’m just kidding, baby. There’s nothing wrong with a little voyeurism. Minho loves to watch.” 

“He also loves to boss.” Chan says with a slight smirk, as he steps ahead of you and pushes open the closed door, allowing you both to pass first into the room. 

“That he does.” You laugh a little, and then turn to Jeongin. “Okay, pup. Pick your poison.”

Jeongin glances around, clearly still a little shy given the circumstances, and then he settles into the desk chair in the corner of your room, opposite the bed. He pulls his knees up to his chest and nods. “Okay. Just pretend I’m not here.”

Chan has come to stand against your back, tickling his fingers up and down your spine, brushing his nose across the juncture of your throat, and at Jeongin’s words, he groans, and you feel him press into you from behind. He’s still clearly worked up from before, the momentary pause hasn’t even phased him. 

“That’s gonna be pretty hard to do when you smell so fucking good, pup.” 

Jeongin looks wide eyed at Chan’s throaty admission, and leans over to not so subtly sniff his own shirt. “I don’t smell anything crazy.” 

Chan growls in his throat, and you smirk, reaching back to palm him through his jeans. He bucks his hips up into your hand, his fingers digging into your shoulders. 

“That’s because you’re used to how you smell, but you’re kinda blooming, Innie. It means your omega has sensed the presence of alphas-pack alphas-and is desperately trying to get our attention.” 

“Oh.” Jeongin murmurs, looking suddenly small. “I’m sorry, I can leave-” He makes a move to get up. 

“Sit down.” You command, and his pupils dilate at the sound of your timber, but he does as he’s told. You soften your tone a little. “You’re fine, Innie. You’re not going to distract from anything. If anything, your scent is going to make this all the more enjoyable.” 

Chan’s teeth graze over your scent gland, and you glance back at him, arching your brow. “Eager, are we?” 

Chan growls again, the sound a low rumble against your back, and snakes his hand around your waist, letting his fingers find the inside of your thighs. He applies pressure with the palm of his hand, and you arch your back in response, letting out a quick hitch of breath. 

“Very.” He replies, licking a stripe up the side of your neck with his tongue, tasting you. 

You turn to face him, your eyes flashing gold to match his own, but before you fully lose yourself in him, you glance once more at the omega over your shoulder, saying in a soft, serious tone, “Innie, if you want us to stop at any point, say something, and we will. Without hesitation.” 

He nods. “Yes, noona.” His eyes are wide, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips as he watches Chan pull you toward the bed. 

“Sit down.” Chan orders you, much like you had commanded Jeongin earlier, and you do so, but not without a slight smirk in his direction. 

“I’m not going to make this easy.” You warn, settling onto the edge of the bed, your expression wicked. 

Chan knocks apart your knees and stands between your legs, a look of annoyance on his features. One hand tangles into your hair and he yanks your head back, forcing you to look at him, as the other hand comes to loosely wrap around the front of your throat. 

You feel your pulse quicken under his hold.

“Don’t play that game, pet. Not right now. You already made me wait far too fucking long already.” Chan lifts his lips into the hint of a snarl, and the flash of his sharp canines has your inner thighs slick with want. 

He slides his hand slowly up the column of your throat, finally letting his fingers find purchase beneath your chin, tilting your head back even further. 

“But you know that already, don’t you?” He murmurs, staring down at you with something akin to a hungry predator in his dark gaze. 

You swallow beneath the hold he has on your throat, and arch a brow pettily in response. “Care to remind me?” 

Chan’s lips curl, and another animalistic growl slips through the barrier of his teeth. 

You hear Jeongin let out a sharp exhale from the corner, but you don’t look over.

Your entire body is electrified, waiting for Chan’s next move. 

“I could remind you who you belong to-” Chan muses, eyes flashing golden as he stares at you. “-but I don’t think that’s necessary, do you?” 

He leans down, and without warning, slips a hand down underneath the band of your pants. 

His fingers immediately touch your heat, and just by the look of satisfaction that flickers across his features, you can tell he feels just how wet you are already. 

He pulls back, and holds up his slick, glistening fingers for you to see with a cock of his head. 

“I think you already know.” He repeats in a low tone, advancing toward you now, backing you onto the bed, until he’s straddling you, leaning over your prone form. “Don’t you?” 

“Yes.” You breathe out, tired of playing already, tired of staying away from him. 

“Yes what?” He prods, lips curling up into the hint of a dangerous smirk, as he moves to strip you of your clothes. 

“Yes, daddy.” 

Chan freezes, his pupils blowing at the nickname, and a muscle in his jaw ticks, as if he’s silently fighting himself for control, his hands curling into fists beside you on the bed. 

You openly smirk up at him. “Oh, I knew you’d like that one. You know, given your certain proclivities.” 

His irises are completely drowning in gold now, his lips parted slightly as he stares down at you, his breath coming in harsh pants, his chest heaving. 

Still smirking, you roll your head to the side and find Jeongin in your line of sight, arching a brow in the omega’s direction. 

“Did you catch that, Innie? When he was fucking you through your presentation?” Your voice is smooth like butter, dripping with taunting. You’re playing with the alpha on top of you now, and you all know it. 

Jeongin stares at you, his stare moving slowly to Chan and then back again. “Catch what, noona?” His voice is hoarse, like he’s been holding his breath. 

You shift so you’re staring back up at Chan, looming over you, and your lips tick upward into a dangerous expression meant to goad. 

“Our Channie here has a little obsession-a fantasy, if you will-with breeding. He probably went easy on you the first time he knotted you, because you’re inexperienced, but he just loves to fill you up when he fucks you, loves the idea of stretching you with his seed and then his pups, hm, Channie?” 

A low growl rolls from Chan’s chest, and you hear Jeongin’s breath catch. 

The smell of cinnamon is overpowering. 

Chan pins your hands above your head in one smooth, quick motion, and leans over to bite down-hard-on your scent gland in the curvature of your shoulder. 

Not hard enough to mark or draw blood, but damn near close. 

Your body goes limp beneath him, your mind going blank, your jaw slack, and suddenly, any of the teasing from before is long gone, and the only thought is-alpha, alpha, alpha. 

He pulls back, licking his lips with a wicked smirk, and fuck it, he knows he’s won already. 

“I should punish you for teasing me, pet, but lucky for you, I’m far to eager to feel you squeezing every last drop out of me to make myself wait any longer.”

And without warning, he leans over and sinks his teeth into your muscle once again, sheathing himself fully inside of you in the same frantic motion. 

You cry out, the sensations hitting you all at once, and arch your body up into his hold. 

He hadn’t prepped you, but honestly, you were wet enough that he slid in without much resistance, and the friction was honestly close to pushing you over the edge already. 

Chan growls, the sound sending goosebumps over your skin, muffled by his hold on your shoulder, and thrusts wildly a few times, like an animal gone mad with desire. 

You let him, your fingers scrabbling at his skin, and letting your head roll to the side to give him more access to your neck, you catch sight of Jeongin, watching the two of you with something clearly hot, but tentative, on his features. 

Reaching a hand out, you splay it across Chan’s bare chest, stopping his movements, and he releases his teeth’s hold on you, as you say quietly to get his attention, “Chan.” 

He’s panting, but he stills, and the feeling of him filling you without moving is enough to drive you crazy, but you keep your focus on Jeongin as you hold out your free hand. 

“Done watching, Innie? Wanna join in?” 

The omega swallows, you see the way his throat bobs, and then he stands, looking suddenly nervous, but you can tell he’s intrigued and more than a little hot and bothered at this point if the tent in his pants is any indication. 

He approaches the bed, and swallows again. 

“You don’t have to.” You say softly, taking his hand in yours and rubbing his fingers. “I know this can be overwhelming, but if you want to-” 

He nods, glancing down at you, his eyes trailing down the length of Chan’s body atop yours, before he meets your gaze once more with a look of determination. 

“No, I want to.” 

“Good boy.” You praise, before you tug him forward and onto the bed beside you and Chan. You jerk your head at his clothes. “Take those off.” 

He does so quickly, and then sits back down beside the two of you once more, looking unsure. “Now what?” 

You give him an encouraging smile. “Now, you’re gonna kneel above me and slide yourself into my mouth.” You open your lips and lean your head back to show him, careful not to jostle Chan. 

Jeongin’s eyes go wide. “What? But what if I hurt you-?” 

A raspy chuckle leaves Chan’s lips, and he gives the omega a soft look. “You’re not gonna hurt her, pup. I promise.”

“You’re not.” You reiterate, as Jeongin finally takes a breath and moves to kneel above your head. You glance up at him, as you wrap your hands around the back of his thighs. “And besides, now is as good a time as any to talk about safe words and safety gestures. I won’t be able to talk, obviously, but if I need you to stop at any time, I’ll tap you twice, like this, okay?”

 I tap the back of his thigh with two fingers hard, twice. 

Jeongin nods, staring down at my head between his knees. “Okay.” 

“Okay.” You repeat back, parting your lips once more. “Whenever you’re ready.” Jeongin hesitates briefly, glancing to Chan, who gives him a little nod, and then he leans forward and places the tip of himself into your mouth. 

You adjust slightly to allow easier access as he slowly slides between your lips. 

You see the way his body tenses as he feels your tongue on him, but he still gives you a worried sort of glance. “Okay?” 

You nod slightly, and hum a sound of affirmation, before you let yourself suck, creating suction with your tongue. 

Jeongin instantly groans, his head falling back and his hands scrabbling to tangle in your hair. 

Chan takes that as his cue to move again as well, and he resumes his thrusting from before, his hips moving more rhythmically now. 

You feel Jeongin hit the back of your throat, and oh god, he tastes just like he smells, and fuck, with Chan moving like that-

You can feel the muscles in your body tensing, readying for release, as you keep working Jeongin with your mouth and Chan shunts your body over and over with his. 

“Fuck, noona, I-” Jeongin starts to say, and then he’s shuddering, and you feel him release, tasting the sweetness on your tongue. 

“Fuck.” Chan swears, watching Jeongin come for you, and then he leans forward, his sweaty skin sticking to yours as he rests his forehead on your chest, fingers digging into your wrists, and roars through his own release. 

Everything whites out for a moment as your own body uncoils, and you have to remind yourself to breathe, as Jeongin slowly pulls himself from your mouth and Chan lies on top of you, catching his breath. 

“Fuck.” Jeongin repeats, staring down at you, his eyes full of awe. “Fuck.” 

You give a weak little laugh and reach out to brush Chan’s sweaty hair back from his forehead. He glances up at you, his chin on your chest, and releases his hold on your wrists, one of his hands moving to your jaw and pinching your mouth open so he can look inside. 

A small smirk quirks the corner of his mouth as he says hoarsely, “A shame to waste all that perfectly good come on your mouth, baby.” You grin down at him, wincing slightly as he pulls himself out of you with a long, low groan. 

He flops down beside you on the bed, covering his face with his arm as his chest still heaves. 

On your other side, Jeongin collapses down as well, his hand finding yours, even though his eyes are closed. 

After a few moments of silence, Chan pushes himself up with effort, and scoots to the edge of the bed. He waves a finger between you and Jeongin’s prone forms. 

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” 

You give a sound of assent, but don’t open your eyes. 

Soon though, you hear the sound of his footsteps padding back, and he nudges you with his hand. 

“Drink this, baby.” You crack open your eyes, and take the bottle of water he offers you, passing the other one to Jeongin, who guzzles it down immediately. 

Chan slides back onto the bed between your legs, and begins to wipe down the sticky skin of the inside of your thighs with the warm rag, cleaning up all the residual juices that were left behind. 

You relax into his gentle motions, and when he’s finished, he turns to Jeongin, arching a brow at the younger boy. 

“Can I?” He asks, and Jeongin hesitates, before he nods slightly, spreading his legs for Chan to clean him up as well. 

You watch them-how gentle Chan is, how trusting Jeongin is-and you feel warm from head to toe. 

Warm and content. 

When he’s finished with Jeongin, you finally sit up and reach for the rag, motioning for Chan to lay back on the bed. 

“Okay, now you.” 

He opens his mouth, as if to protest, but Jeongin pushes him down gently with a hand to his chest and a small smile. 

“C’mon, hyung. It’s only fair.” 

Chan rolls his eyes, but lets you wash him over with the warm rag anyway, and you can tell, by the slight hint of pink on his cheeks, that he enjoys the tender touches just as much as you do. 

When everyone is cleaned up, you motion for Jeongin to snuggle down between the two of you, your arm looped comfortably across him, your fingers making nonsensical patterns on the warm, bare skin of Chan’s chest. 

Leaning over to press a kiss to the tip of Jeongin’s nose, you say softly, “I love you.” Jeongin glances up at you with large eyes, and his lips curve into a smile. 

“I love you too, noona. And you, hyung.” 

You grin and press another kiss to the top of his soft, red hair, before he glance across to Chan, who is watching you affectionately, a small smile on his lips. 

He arches a brow at you and whispers over the top of Jeongin’s head, “I’m proud of you. You’re getting better.” 

You grin back at him, and reach up with your free hand to cup his jaw, before you squish Jeongin between you as you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips. 

“I love you, Bang Chan.” 

He tugs you forward for another kiss, and Jeongin whines slightly at being squished. 

“I love you too.” ********************************

“So, I’m guessing the two of you made up?” Changbin remarks offhandedly, leaning against the desk as he eyes you with an arch of his brow and a smirk on his lips. 

You give a little shrug, sifting through Chan’s papers to find the one you’re looking for. “I guess. How can you tell?” You stop, glancing back at him with a narrowing of your eyes. 

Changbin grins, his eyes dropping pointedly to the large black hoodie you wear. “That’s his favorite hoodie.” 

You hold out the heavy fabric so you can see the Nirvana logo printed across the front of it, staring at it skeptically. “Really? This old thing? I just stole this the last time we went over to his dorm after hide and seek.” 

Changbin laughs and shakes his head, leaning around you now to pluck up a piece of paper and present it to you. 

It’s the one you’ve been looking for. 

You snatch it from him with a teasing glare. 

“Really.” He nods, tugging at the hood of the hoodie teasingly. “This fucking thing is his favorite fucking thing on the whole planet, so the fact that he let you take it and wear it-” He shakes his head in slight disbelief, and smirks down at you. “-well maybe that just means that he has a new favorite fucking thing on the whole planet.” 

You grin at that. 

“I kind of like the sound of that.” Changbin grins back and tackles you onto the futon in the corner of the studio, tickling you as you shriek and struggle to get away from him.

“I knew you would.” 

#skz #stray kids #stay #skz!Pack #skz!abo #poly!skz #omegaverse #alpha beta omega #ot8 #pack!prequel #bang chan #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #lee felix #han jisung #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #skz imagines #skz reactions #skz scenarios #skz smut #skz fluff #skz angst #skz fic #skz fanfic #femreader #skz x you #skz x reader

[keigokoutarou]

“Do you like my hips?” Pt. 2

Simon “Ghost” Riley x AFAB!reader

Pt. 1 | Pt. 1.5

We’ve done it. It’s here. I’ll ask for forgiveness now. Please read all the tags!

Warnings: 18+ content, knife play, roughhousing, biting, ghost is kind of a meanie but in a cute way, hot and cold ghost, praise.

8:57 P.M

The clock read. You had checked and re-checked your phone consistently for the the last five minutes.

Ghost’s quarters were only 30 feet away, around the corner and to the left but even hidden from its view, you still felt too close for comfort.

“If I’m early, it’ll back fire.” You groaned. Only a minute had passed but you felt your heart quicken even more.

Honestly, you couldn’t tell if you were excited, nervous or just outright panicking.

8:59 P.M

“Now or never.” You prepped your self, rounding the corner. You took a deep breath, eyeing your destination. However, something made you stop in your tracks.

“What the hell?” You muttered to yourself. When you first arrived, the door was closed and a light was on. Now, it was cracked opened and dark. Only the moonlight gave it life as you approached.

“Ghost?” You called out, peaking your head in. You honestly had forgotten about the events leading up to you even being here, now just feeling overcome with worry and frustration.

You pushed the door open further, letting yourself in to see if he had left for the night to stay off base instead. You noted the lack of bags and how neat the bed looked. It all looked so untouched and that earned a hearty laugh from you.

“I got fucking stood up.” You couldn’t tell if you were laughing in relief or anger now. “That motherfu-“

You found your words being cut short as the door slammed behind you and your chest met the nearest wall. You felt your arms being pulled behind you and pinned to the arch of your back.

It all happened in seconds and now you found yourself stuck, hot puffs of air coming out muffled through fabric.

“What were you about to call me?” His thick accent spoke beside you, pushing his body into yours and forcing the air out of your lungs at the weight.

You let out a breathy giggle. “A motherfucker, Lieutenant.”

You felt him squeeze your arms a little tighter, coaxing a gasp out of you at the delicious pain.

“That’s not going to cut it tonight, Sergeant.” He whispered. “You’re going to have to be kinder than that.”

“And what should I call you?” You teased. “Simon?”

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, noting the way he watched your devious smirk form as you spoke.

“Maybe you get off on just being called Ghost.” You wanted to push his buttons the same way he had you pushed against the wall. “That’s why you insist we call you that, isn’t it?”

“Watch it.” He hissed.

“Or what?” Your words were labored at this point from the pressure. “Did I hit a nerve?”

“You like this, huh?” He spoke as you felt him release you suddenly. Taking a few steps back when you turned yourself around and leaned against the wall.

“Like what?” You looked at him straight through your lashes.

“Pissing me off.” He crossed his arms, stepping forward.

“I didn’t know I had such power over you.” You smiled. “How cute.”

You let your head rest against the wall as your chest was falling up and down heavily. You watched the way he studied how your lips parted as you panted.

“Do you dream about me too?” His eyes made their way back to yours.

“Yes.” He answered nonchalantly.

Your eyebrows slightly furrowed in confusion before composing yourself again. Your eyes searched his and found nothing but seriousness. There was no hint of play in them like there had been earlier.

You hated the way he could easily steal your power from you.

“What do you dream about?” You words felt breathless now.

Simon looked at you, letting his arms drop back at his sides again. You could tell he was thinking, weighing between options before deciding on one and stepping closer to you.

You watched as he closed you in, his hands on either side of your head and his body pressing closer to yours. You were face to face with his collar bones as his head practically hung over yours.

You looked down toward the floor, hiding your smile and the way your face flushed.

“Want me to tell you?” His words were so close to your ear.

“Or show you?”

Oh, you were in awe. Your chest rose and fell at a rapid pace with excitement.

“Look at me, Sergeant.”

God, he didn’t even need to ask.

You rose your head, coming face to face with him. His vacant eyes searching yours as they met.

“Won’t you take the mask off?” You quipped, trying to deter the situation no matter how closely your thighs were squeezed together now.

“Show my face?” You could her the small smirk on his lips.

“Yes sir.” You looked at him with dreamy eyes.

“Can’t do that.” He shook his head slightly.

“Why not?” You tilted your head to the side, earning a small sigh from him. “Are you ugly?”

“Quite the opposite.”

Fuck.

You cursed yourself mentally after he had rendered you speechless again. Lips parted and panting, you could do nothing at this point. He really had a hold on you.

“You want to see?.” He questioned, somehow getting impossibly closer. “You want to see what’s under my mask, show you my real face?”

Your heart was clawing at it’s cage now. You could feel the outline of his ear pressed almost against your cheek and hear the sound of fabric shuffling slightly filled your senses.

“You want me to show you all of me huh?” His words were clear now and you could almost feel the skin of his lips brushing against you. “To bear it all just like you do in this fucking shirt.”

You tried to look out of the corner of your eye, to catch of a glimpse of the ever elusive Ghost.

“I have half the mind to tear it off ya.” He hissed, leaning closer to block any chance of you seeing even a sliver of his face.

“Then do it.” You let out. “You said you’d punish me right?”

You heard his airy taken aback gasp followed by a heavy sigh against your neck.

“Don’t tell me you’re fucking scared now, Ghost.” You pushed just a little further.

And push harder you did. You felt his lips dance along your neck before biting down harshly.

“Shit.” You hissed at the sudden feeling.

“Watch your fucking mouth.” His mask had fallen back down as he leaned back and met your feral eyes.

“Make me then.” It was so fucking cliche but you wanted him to. You wanted him to make you eat those words.

“You get on my fucking nerves.” He spoke but there was no venom behind his words, no sting, no truth.

The tips of his fingers danced along the strap of your shirt. “Do I now?” You quizzed with a sly smile. “Do you think about how annoying I am? I bet I’m always on your mind.”

“You have no idea.” He mumbled to himself but you still caught it.

He reached in his back pocket, fiddling around before pulling out a shiny blade. The knife flipped open with a satisfying click and he held it to the top of your flimsy tank top.

Your eyes never left his face, not when his eyes dropped to the knife meeting the fabric and slicing through the middle like it was nothing. Your eyes didn’t falter when your shirt piled to either side of you from nothing keeping it together.

“Fuck.” He drew out, shamefully staring at your now bare chest.

“Like what you see?” You smirked.

He looked at you and you watched the thoughts swirl behind his eyes before he spoke again.

“Turn around.” Was all that left his lips.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, surprised by his sudden statement.

“You listening to me, doll?” There was that damned smirk again. “I need you to turn around for me.”

“Why is that?” God, you loved messing with him.

He pulled on the front of your pants, hooking a finger to the inside of them and tugging you off the wall. “Gonna make you mine.”

He spun you around quickly, pinning your bare chest to the wall and holding your hips firmly.

“You ok with that?” He spoke against your ear. “You wanna be mine?

“Want me to claim you?” His fingers started undoing the button on your cargos. “Show you how no one else can satisfy you?”

Your head was whirling. Your eyes closed at his words, drinking them in like a shot of expensive liquor. “All you’ll be able to think about is me. You want that? Huh?” He hissed against your ear as his hands slipped down the front of your pants.

“Gotta talk to me baby.” He cooed as a finger danced along your clothed slit, soaking in just how wet you were. “Need to hear how good you feel.”

He watched the way your lips fell open in the sweetest O shape at him pushing your black thong to the side and sliding his calloused finger across your clit.

“Don’t tell me you’re fucked dumb already.” He chuckled, continuing to rub you.

“Fuck you.” You whined under your breath.

“Mmm.” He mused. “Say it again.”

You sighed at the break from pleasure as his fingers left your clit. You were breathing heavy, head spinning as he slid his index finger inside of you.

“Simon.” You whined, hand wrapping around his wrist as he pumped his finger agonizingly slow.

“Hmm?” He hummed. “Want another? I bet you can take it.”

Your chest was rising and falling faster than before as you dug your nails into the skin of his forearm when he slid his finger out and added another.

“That’s it.” He pushed them into you with a delicious curl. “That’s a good girl.”

“Shit.” You hissed as he pumped harder, making sure his palm bumped against your puffy clit. “Fuck, Simon.”

“You’re close already?” His words filled your thoughts. You nodded dumbly, mouth open and panting.

Heat washed over you, pushing you closer the edge of coming undone for him. Honestly it felt embarrassing how fast he had you melting his just his hands.

You were shameless though. Throwing away any dignity just to chase the high he was about to give you. Just as the cord tightened and your body tensed, he withdrew his hand with an adoring smile hidden under his mask.

“Oh you’re so-“ you struggled to get out. “So fucking cruel.”

The look you gave him over your shoulder was deadly. He was sure he hadn’t seen this look since your first mission together and now being under its scrutiny was damn near bone chilling. Still, he smirked and you knew it from the way his eyes stared down at you.

He didn’t reward you with a snarky comment, instead he was forcing your heavy cargos down past your ass and the black lacy thong you wore went with them.

“Need you to bend over for me.” He voiced as he began undoing his own jeans.

You groaned, shuffling your feet backwards and keeping your chest to the wall.

“That’s it.” He hissed as he began to pump himself slowly. “Atta girl.”

You bit at your lip, holding in the moan when he placed the tip of his heavy cock against your slit and began rubbing up and down before pushing in slowly.

“Atta fucking girl.” He hissed, gripping your ass to spread you open even more.

“Simon.” You whined, “too much.”

“You can do it baby.” He pushed further, splitting you open with a delicious ache. “Relax for me.”

“Ah-“ You hand jolted back, trying to reach his hips and a half hearted attempt to halt his movement.

“That’s it.” He groaned, moving his hips slowly. “So proud of you.” His praise made your cheeks burn.

Simon drew his hips back, brushing against that delicious spot on the way before almost pulling completely out and slamming hard back into you.

“Good.” He growled. “So fucking good.”

His thrusts were relentless. Ensuring you felt every inch of his thick cock when he fucked you. You yelped as the tip brushed against your cervix, earning a hiss from him when you tightened around him. Wet slaps filled the air as he pounded you faster, determined to fill every inch of you that he could.

“You’re mine.” He hissed, leaning forward with his hand around your throat.

He watched the way your mouth hung open but no noise could even leave this sweet lips of yours, not when he fucked you this good.

“Got that?” His other hand reached to the front of you, tugging on your puffy clit. You moaned in response but that wasn’t what he wanted.

“Go on.” He growled in your ear. “Go on. Say it. Say you’re mine.”

“Simon-“ You felt like you could cry. “Please-“ Every word was cut short by his thrusts deeper into you. You were so close that it hurt and your mind was racing.

Of course you were his.

“I’m - fuck - I’m yours.” You almost sobbed. “Belong to you.”

He reached for your hands, pulling them behind your back and pinning them against you to use to fuck you harder. He yanked you back on his cock at the same time he thrusted forward too many times to count before the inside of your thighs ran slick and he had you coming undone around him. A few more dizzying pumps and you felt him pull out if you with a moan.

“Fuck.” He mumbled to himself, slipping his free arm around your waist to keep you from falling.

“Did so good for me.” He praised between pants against your shoulder. “Don’t think I’m gonna let you go now.” You smiled, turning your face away from him.

“You belong to me, right?”

#ghost cod #ghost mw2 #pls i love him #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod ghost #cod hcs #cod headcanons #cod imagine #cod mw2 #ghost x you #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley imagine #simon riley imagine #simon riley smut #ghost mwii

[jostyriggslover96]

Holiday Traditions

Summary: Kira (OC) and Jack Hughes are hosting their first winter holiday together. Pressure is already on, but to top it off, it's the first time their families are meeting. Insert a winter storm that has other plans, what does this mean for the holidays? (Kira's thoughts are in italics). Part of the HEART FIRST Series, checkout Summer Rituals, Someone Unexpected, and Best Thing in My Life if you haven't already!

Note: Thank you for all the love this Jack Series has gotten! The plan was to have this out in December, but health issues had other plans. So here it is, I hope you enjoy! If anyone wants to be tagged in future Jack pieces, just let me know! Special thanks to @hockeyboysimagines @heavenlyhischier @grandprixbarzal for all their support with this fic!

Warnings: Swearing, anxiety, holiday celebrations, sweet sweet fluff.

Word Count: 3.7k

Holiday Traditions

I was a bundle of nerves as I paced the perimeter of the living room in Jack’s apartment. Why was I a bundle of nerves? With exams over, holiday shopping done, Jack’s apartment decorated to the nines, and delicious Christmas and Hanukkah goodies flooding the kitchen counter…everything was in place. There would be no last minute shopping or last minute baking or even last minute gift wrapping. But still, I was more nervous than ever. 

“Babe, it’s going to be fine,” Jack’s voice broke me from my trance. Glancing over my shoulder I noticed him standing at the edge of the hall, watching me. Watching me pace, shake my hands, and fiddle with my rings. 

“How can you say that?” I asked, my voice shaking as I turned to face him fully. His expression was warm, comforting. He didn’t have a worry in the world right now. In fact…he was smiling. 

“Well they’re our families, not total monsters,” he chuckled as he crossed the room and took a seat on the couch, legs spreading as he got comfortable. 

“But this is the first time they’re meeting, it’s a big deal!” I exclaimed. 

“They’ve met before,” Jack clarified. 

“FaceTime doesn’t count,” I scoffed, arms crossing as I rolled my eyes. Jack let out a deep chuckle again. Sometimes I wish I was that laid back. 

“Come here,” Jack commented as he patted the empty cushion beside him. Shuffling over to the couch and plopping down on the cushion, Jack didn’t give me much time to get comfortable as he pulled me into his lap. Shifting around slightly as his arms wrapped around my waist, I curled an arm under his shoulder before resting my head there too. “Are you nervous to see my family?”

Lifting my head, I gazed into his blue eyes, which were now drowning in concern. “No Jacky, I love your family! We had so much fun at thanksgiving, and Ellen has very good baby pictures of you,” I giggled. Jack let out a groan as he shook his head, clearly remembering his mom pulling out a photo album from her bag at thanksgiving to show his girlfriend. 

“I’m going to have to check her bags when she gets here,” he mumbled distantly, causing me to let out another giggle. 

“You were so cute Jacky! It’s not like my dad didn’t show you our family album when you came for my birthday,” I reminded him with a stern look. 

“I could get used to two thanksgivings,” he proclaimed with a content sigh. We both sat in silence for a moment. Comfortable in each other’s arms. “Now tell me pretty girl, what are you nervous about?”

I had almost forgotten about the tension I was feeling minutes earlier, Jack always knew how to soothe me. “I just want everyone to click, it would be nice to have holidays together,” I sighed as I stared at my hands which were fiddling with the silver ring on my middle finger. 

“Kira, our families already love each other. Our dad’s have plans to fish in the summer and our mom’s text all the time,” he reminds me, tilting my head back so I can see his reassuring smile. 

“You’re right Jacky,” I nod, a smile slowly forming on my lips. 

“Remind me why they’re all flying in together?” Jack questioned. 

“It was cheaper for my family to fly in and spend the night with your parents than to come directly to New Jersey,” I explained as I rested my head on his shoulder once more. 

“Oh right, and they land at 7:15?” 

“Yeah, they should be boarding…now,” I commented as I checked the clock on my phone. Dropping my phone behind me, I nuzzled closer to Jack, cherishing his warmth. 

“This will be a great holiday, and hey, we get to teach your family a little bit about Hanukkah too,” Jack whispered before pressing his lips gently to the top of my head. Just as Jack pulled you closer in his arms, giving my waist a squeeze, the perfect silence was broken between the two of us by a *ping* on Jack’s phone signaling that he just got a text. 

I felt him reach into the pocket of his sweats for his phone, a moment passed before he let out a “shit!”. 

“What?” I asked absentmindedly, eyes fluttering closed as I enjoyed his embrace. 

“Text from my mom ‘we have a problem, a snow storm came in fast. Flights are being grounded’” he read to me. 

My eyes flew open as I leaned back in his arms, “Well shit,” I exclaimed. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jack and I spent what felt like hours sitting in silence once we understood the gravity of the situation. We would be alone for Christmas. That message took a while to sink in for me. There hasn’t been a single Christmas in my life that I have been away from my family. I know that would change as I got older but this year was unexpected. We would be alone for Christmas. 

It didn’t really sink in until a FaceTime call with my family who were cozy and settled in at the Hughes’ house. Of course my parents were disappointed about the circumstances but they seemed to be enjoying their time with Ellen and Jim. Even my brother was out playing hockey with Luke despite the treacherous snow storm. Hearing my dad discuss his blossoming friendship with Jim made my heart swell with joy. Dad friendships are the cutest. 

As I hung up the call with my family, the joy that filled my heart dissipated as my heart sunk once more. I’m so happy that my family will enjoy their Christmas with the Hughes’ family and that everyone seems to be meshing well, but I wanted to be there so badly.

There would be no Christmas baking or decorating the tree or driving around to see the lights. There wouldn’t be any overly competitive card games or sneaking cookies while my mom isn’t looking, or Christmas movies by the fire. There wouldn’t be any traditions this year. Nothing felt lonelier than that. 

~~~~~~~~

Wallowing in my despair, I buried myself further into Jack’s sheets as I stared blankly at the wall. My hope for the season of joy was fading quickly. Silence filled the room and my heart. Just as I was really about to spiral into the abyss of the holiday blues, the bedroom door flung open. 

“Kira, I have a surprise for you in the kitchen,” Jack’s melodious voice filled my ears. Somebody still had the holiday spirit. 

“No thank you,” I responded solemnly as I pulled the comforter up to my chin. With my back turned to Jack, I could still hear him shuffling around the room. He wasn’t exactly known for being quiet. Suddenly I felt the bed dip as Jack shifted his weight onto the mattress before a hand rested on my shoulder. 

“Babe, I know this isn’t the Christmas you wanted and you’re probably devastated not having your parents here. I think you’ll really like this surprise though,” Jack whispered soothingly as he gently rubbed my back. 

“I’ve never missed a Christmas with them Jack,” I whispered as hot tears stung my cheeks. Sniffling as I used the comforter to dry my eyes. 

“I know my love, it’s absolutely awful and I’m not trying to erase how you’re feeling. I remember my first Christmas without my parents, I cried into my pillow on Christmas Eve.”

Glancing over my shoulder I looked at Jack, trying to gauge if he was being honest. “Really?”

“Really.  I’ve never told anyone that. I just want you to know that you’re not alone,” he commented as he took the opportunity to pull me into his arms. 

“Thank you Jacky, truly,” I smiled as I wrapped my arms around him, enjoying as his warmth enveloped me. 

“I really think this surprise might help,” his breath danced across my skin as his lips pressed close to my ear. 

“Gosh, you and this surprise,” I groaned dramatically. Secretly curious to see what he had planned. Throwing my arms up in mockery, I rolled out of the bed and slipped on my slippers. Jack chuckled while I acted like a total drama queen as my mom would say. 

Shuffling out of the room, I let Jack lead me down the hall into the kitchen. Gasping as we turned the corner, I noticed all the baking ingredients were out on the counter paired with a rolling pin and cookie cutters. 

“Are we making cookies?” I turned to Jack in shock as he smiled back at me. He simply nodded to confirm my suspicions before another voice rang through the room. 

“You bet we are, can’t skip out on traditions,” I heard my mom’s voice. Glancing around the room, knowing she couldn’t be here, my eyes landed on the laptop on the counter. Making my way to the computer, I was overjoyed to see my mother’s smiling face on the screen. “I know we can’t be there sweetheart, but we can still be together.”

Tears welled in my eyes as I glanced back at Jack who was leaning against the wall, taking everything in. “You did all this?”

“He sure did, such a caring young man,” my dad chimed in from the laptop. Jack’s cheeks turned a flush shade of pink at the compliment from my dad. 

Reaching out for Jack, I wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug, signaling my gratitude. “Thank you Jacky,” I whispered in his ear. 

“Anything for you,” he pressed his lips to my temple as we stood in each other's arms for a moment. 

“Could we get started? I’m hungry,” I heard Luke groan from the computer. 

“Lucas!” Ellen scoffed at her youngest son. Pulling back from Jack I saw the whole scene unfolding. I couldn’t help but giggle as the youngest Hughes’ boy was being scolded. 

“Well are you going to stand there hugging each other or can we start?” My brother's voice questioned. I rolled my eyes as I pulled away from Jack, walking back to the counter to scold my brother. 

“Don’t be jealous that you don’t have anyone to snuggle up with right now,” I gently teased. My brother's eyes widened as everyone’s attention turned to him. 

“Whatever,” he scoffed as everyone let out a quiet snicker. 

“Okay, keep it together kids.” My mom declared as she corralled all of us. “Now let’s get started by everyone washing their hands,” she instructed as Jack and I moved to the sink. I couldn’t control my beaming smile as we all got to work on sugar cookie dough. This is what I wanted. This is what I loved about the season. Time with my family, and my new family too. 

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Everything went surprisingly smoothly as we all followed my mother’s careful instructions; although we did have a few burnt cookies. “It’s okay Jack, I always burn a few too,” my mom offered reassuringly. 

It didn’t feel that weird spending time with them over FaceTime, Jack and I didn’t miss a thing. We got to witness Luke and my brother tossing flour at each other much to Ellen’s dismay. We saw our fathers look perplexed as my mom explained how the mixer would knead the cookie dough for us. My mom even corrected Jack’s flour measuring technique as we got our dough together. “Jack, stop eating the dough, we won’t have enough for all these shapes,” I warned as I smacked his hand away from the mixing bowl. 

Jack never struck me as a baker, but he definitely held his own with me. We both seemed to enjoy the quality time together and with our families. 

The quality time didn’t end there, once the cookies were out of the oven and were cooling Jim announced that we would be lighting another candle on the menorah. Jack snuck a cookie before we got settled, “for quality assurance reasons.” I rolled my eyes as we settled on the couch before getting started. Jack had already explained some of his family’s Hanukkah traditions to me but getting to participate in them was extra special. 

As we all gathered around our Menorahs, Ellen took the time to share the story of Hanukkah with our family. Jack shared how the lighting of the Menorah works and why there were only a certain number of candles on the Menorah, as we weren’t on the 8th day of Hanukkah yet. My heart warmed as Jack, Ellen, Luke, and Jim said the blessing as we lit our candles. 

“There, like this,” Jack whispered to me as his hand wrapped around mine to guide me in lighting the candles. Jack’s simple reassurance calmed any remaining nerves that I was feeling. In fact, I felt closer to Jack in a different way, learning more about him and what’s important to his family. Our connection feels more…intimate now. All the sorrow I felt earlier in the day has completely faded. 

Once the menorah was lit, Ellen spoke a bit about what the meal they would traditionally share and how gifts were a part of the Hanukkah tradition. “Jack don’t worry, we’ll bring your gifts next time we’re in town,” Ellen reassured her son. 

Ellen even brought out her dreidel to show us, as I was inspecting it while she held it up to the camera, Jack whispered in my ear, “at least you don’t have to play dreidel with Quinn, he gets way too competitive.” Despite Jack trying to be quiet, Ellen still laughed, confirming that the oldest Hughes’ boy did get very invested in winning games of dreidel with his brothers. 

The whole experience of sharing Hanukkah with Jack’s family was beautiful, which I kept sharing with Ellen as I thanked her for including us while we decorated cookies. I could tell by Jack’s reactions that this was a really special experience for him too. While everyone was distracted, Ellen told me that Jack hasn’t ever brought someone over for Hanukkah. That alone made my feelings for Jack grow even more, if it were possible. Knowing that he cares about me, and hearing that validation for other people was everything. He is everything. Maybe it’s the season but I’m feeling stronger for Jack than ever…maybe even like I might be in love with him. 

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Later on as we were winding down from our sugar highs, my dad announced we would be doing our traditional tree topping ‘ceremony’. 

“You have a whole ceremony?” Luke questioned as he was shoving another cookie in his mouth while my dad gathered the star for the tree. 

“We use the term ceremony loosely, you’ll see,” I explained as Jack gathered the star that we had purposely left off the tree for this moment with my family. 

Once everyone was ready my dad explained that our tradition was to discuss what brought us joy or hope in the holiday season before putting the star on the tree and ‘officially’ lighting it. 

“Oh, like sharing what you’re thankful for at Thanksgiving,” Jack exclaimed. 

“Exactly,” my dad smiled. We all went around sharing one by one something that brought us joy or hope during the holidays. It felt like it always did, just with more people to share it with. That brings me joy, I smiled to myself. 

“Kira, it’s your turn to share,” my dad prompted. 

“Okay,” I paused, noticing that everyone’s attention was on me. Slightly intimidating.  “Well, to be honest, I was pretty upset this afternoon when I heard that you wouldn’t be coming. But,” I took a moment to breathe and gather my thoughts. My heart was overflowing with gratitude at this moment. Jack pulled me a little closer as he held onto the star, before giving my waist a reassuring squeeze. “All of you have brought me joy in this season. Especially carrying on our traditions in any way we can and sharing them with each other. I just feel so lucky to be a part of all your traditions.” 

My breath caught in my throat as I felt a lump forming. Biting my lip to try to keep my composure, I almost lost it when Ellen said, “we are so happy to have you as part of our family Kira.” 

“Me too,” I choked out before we moved on to someone else sharing their holiday joy. It was true, this was my holiday joy, spending this day together. That’s just a testament to how much Jack cares, noticing how upset I was and coming up with such a special way for our families to spend the holidays together. Jack, and his family, are truly something special. 

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After saying goodbye to our families, Jack and I sat cuddled on the couch as a random Christmas movie played in the background. Both of us were enjoying hot chocolate and each other, neither really focused on the movie. 

“Thank you for today,” I said as I sipped my hot chocolate. 

“You’re welcome babe,” Jack replied as he stared off at the TV. 

“No seriously, thank you,” I leaned forward to set my hot chocolate down before gently turning his face so he was focused on me. “Thank you for taking care of me and for being so thoughtful in putting something like this together. Jacky, this meant so much to me.”

“Kira, it killed me to see you upset today. I care about you so much and I would do anything to make you happy,” Jack’s eyes locked on mine and in that moment, I knew. I knew this man would care for me the way I needed. I knew without a doubt that Jack was different from any of the men before him. I knew what he meant to me. 

“Jacky, I know this is maybe too early for this,” I let out a shaky breath. Its now or never. “But I’m falling in love with you Jack,” I said before holding my breath, unsure of how he would react. 

Jack paused for a moment, deep in thought. “I know I’m young and have a lot of life left to live, but I know I have never felt this way before. Kira, I know I’m falling in love with you. I just feel lucky everyday that I get to call you mine.”

I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. Jack Hughes is falling in love with me! “Can I kiss you now?” I questioned. 

“You know I’ll never say no to that,” Jack smirked as I practically pounced on him. Straddling his lap, my hands ghosted over his cheeks as I leaned in to capture his lips with my own. His soft lips floated over mine in perfect unison as all the feelings we’ve been holding in came out. Our lips engaged in a delicate dance as Jack’s hands burned on my skin as they ran down my back and cupped my butt. We were lost in each other, no sense of the world around us for what felt like forever, but in reality was probably a few minutes. 

Pulling back for air, we both sent each other looks that conveyed everything we were feeling. I, for one, have never felt so loved. “You know what might be fun?” I pecked Jack’s lips while posing my question. 

“What?” He chuckled at my giddy demeanor. 

“Starting a tradition of our own for Christmas,” I suggested. “Something fun!” 

“What about something adventurous?” Jack encouraged me. I nodded my head in agreement. 

“Maybe something we wouldn’t normally do.”

“What about….sex on the balcony?” Jack proposed while sending a suggestive smirk my way. 

“Seriously? It’s freezing,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes at him. 

“I’m kidding,” he let out a laugh at my unimpressed response. 

“Sure, you’re kidding. I’m not freezing my ass on the balcony for you,” my eyes narrowed as I sent a skeptical look his way. 

“I am kidding, I swear,” he quickly stopped giggling. Clearing his throat and adjusting me in his lap, as if he is getting serious. “What about going to the beach? I know it’s cold but it would be a nice walk.”

“Oh I love that idea Jacky!” I said in awe, his brain could flip from sex to something sweet like that in a second. He was truly something else. “Ooh!” I gasped in excitement. “Now you might not be into this idea but just hear me out.”

“Go on,” he urged me, now sending me a skeptical look. Unsure of what I was going to suggest. 

“What if we collected seashells and painted a few? We could create, like a jar and add to it every year,” I suggested hesitantly. I doubt Jack would be into painting seashells with me but it would be such a special memory. 

“Sure, I think that’s a great idea,” he responded, squeezing my hips softly. 

“Really?”

“Really,” he confirmed. “That would be a really special memory.” I let out a squeal of excitement before jumping off his lap and starting to create plans for our adventure tomorrow out loud. 

“You know, you’ve set the bar for holidays very high Mr Hughes,” I commented as I paused my planning for a moment. 

“Well I guess I better start planning for Valentine’s Day now,” Jack smirked from the couch. 

“Just so you know, I really love chocolate and champagne,” I quipped. 

“Just so you know, I’m a big fan of the color red…and lace,” Jack winked, his swagger sending shocks through my body. 

“Well, I will keep that in mind,” I replied as my smile turned into that of a Cheshire Cat. I have just the outfit that will drive Jack wild. Valentine’s Day would surely be one for the books. 

To think how quickly this day changed, how quickly it went from sorrow to joy. How quickly we went from no traditions to new traditions together. How we went from dating to falling in love. Really how quickly we went from strangers to more. Meeting Jack Hughes this summer changed my life in the best way. Now here we are, falling in love and starting new traditions together. My hope for  the future is that these traditions and our love continues to grow. 

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Me Time (Namjoon x Yn/Reader)

Word Count: 7.23k

Pairing: Namjoon x Y/n

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Kissing (french and other), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, clit/pussy sucking, orgasms (multiple, yours and his), flirting, seduction, semi-missionary sex, intense sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, Namjoon has money/a nice place/is a rich guy in this one. If I missed one, it is what it is. 

Genre: Strangers to Lovers, PWP

AUs: None

Summary: You head to the woods for a Me Day. When you encounter a handsome stranger more than once, it becomes an ‘Us’ day that you could get used to. 

Author’s Note: Glad to be back and I’m happy to have my comeback be a Namjoon adventure. This was requested by @worldwideseal a bit ago and I've been trying hard to finish it.

Thank you for reading. If you enjoyed it, let me know in a comment. 

Tag list: @askkrisachan @kiestrokes

It was a solid battle. A contemplation in the drinks aisle, door open and chilled air rolling over your sun warmed skin. If you were accused of debating too long, it wasn’t something you’d deny. The cool air felt nice on the sting of what had clearly proved a bit too long in the midday sun. 

A wonderful way to start your weekend: an unexpectedly challenging hike that was supposed to take less than 30 minutes from the parking lot. But that proved to be for those initiated types–the ones who made a hike with a considerable grade look like a jaunt. 

For you it was a bit more like a gauntlet of misery. So you’d more than justified it to yourself, leaning against the drinks cooler door frame, letting your profile crush against the frosted surface. 

You hadn’t heard the footsteps approaching but the voice came through. Clear. Amused. No need to look because a grin stretched the distance between the few words over your shoulder.

“Contemplating life or flavors?” 

You straightened, grip finding and holding the door handle. The chilly rush over your cheeks did something to help the panic, which helped a little. You couldn’t blame that kind of tell on lack of sunscreen or an unplanned too-long-hike in the sun.

“It’s rough.” You barely replied. Eyes popping, you grabbed the brightest color visible front and center: blue ice. Lowest on your list, but it was in your hand and you stepped aside.

A large hand grazed your own as grips traded on the door handle. 

The form stepping into your spot in front of the open case was just obvious enough: Big. Broad. Tanned just right. The kind of golden that said it was real deal stuff. No spray tan or tanning bed nonsense. 

The man leaned forward, eyes closing as he hummed into the same cold air your pores sucked up earlier. 

You swallowed, eyes lingering on the necklines. And the biceps, rounded, stressing the cuffs of his white t-shirt sleeves just enough. Suddenly you were hungry–the handful of crackers and cheese burned up long ago in the car. You’d eaten fast and should have prepared more, but now you saw something meaty. 

Something in a healthy, hunky shape, grinning your way, eyes finally open and meeting your nervous stare. Your eyes widened again. At least you kept your mouth neutral–an even line. 

He had a nice smile as selected the same flavor you’d chosen, nodding your way.

“Good flavor. You like it too?” 

You looked down, turned the bottle over in your grip, and looked back up.

Shrugging, you waved the bottle a little. “It’s up there.” 

One perfectly thick brow arched as the man offered a timid smile. He didn’t move much, but his bangs still lolled. The tips feathered his forehead, hypnotizing your senses for a moment. You’d barely noticed the world huffing up the winding trails outside the store, melting under your tank top and workout leggings.

He had the faintest sweat–something normally unappealing. He’d managed to make a biological response magical. The slickness on his skin looked good.

“Up there? Not your go-to?” 

In the middle of the only store for 45 minutes in either direction, there wasn’t room to be choosy.  Trade offs were made for a weekend away from your city apartment. A lot more space. A lot LESS amenities. 

But sometimes there were unexpected perks—exhibit A standing just within reach. 

Blue Ice traded hands as he reached into the case again. This time he selected a considerable bottle of Evian and shook it, like you’d done before. Both his cheeks developed dimples as he beamed.  

Your fingers tightened on the cold plastic bottle that you now gripped for dear life. Your throat was tight enough. It wasn’t the only part suddenly unable to relax. The reason was familiar and longer overdue: Attraction. Raw and unbridled. Washing over you.

“Can’t beat water. Perfect palette cleanser.” Murmuring, his fingers wrapped both bottle necks with room to spare as they overlapped.

“You’re not local.” He added once his assessing gaze finished at your face. 

A scoff dislodged the lump in your throat, allowing a breath.  

“Is it that obvious?” 

You boiled inside all over again–as warm inside as the surface of your skin felt outwardly when a wide, warm smile changed the entire handsome face in front of you. 

If he was a local you’d eat the map you’d grabbed from the gift shop ‘section’ of the store. 

“Maybe.” He added a wink, then looked beyond you, towards the clerk leaning into the counter by the register, yawning her way through the local paper with low lids. She hadn’t looked up when you came in, but she couldn’t have missed this guy.

“Are you?” It was natural to ask so you didn’t feel awkward about it. 

“Yes and No.” 

“I don’t live here year round. I visit now and then.”

“What’s that mean?” You watched his free hand go into a pocket, then come back out with a square of leather.

His head jerked towards the end of the aisle and you took a step, matching his as he walked and talked. 

“Family?” Your eyes scanned the shelves as you moved along, trailing the man but also debating just how hungry you felt before it was too late and you were back into the hike back to your car. It seemed just a touch too far away right now and those Oreos on the upcoming end cap looked all too tempting. 

“No.” He chuckled, glancing at you, then following your eyes to the Oreos. With a rakish grin, the man grabbed two packs and they joined the drinks, tucked against the inside, pinned in place by the inside of his arm. 

You suddenly wondered what that arm would feel like around your neck. Maybe bent over the counter, with his lips along your ear, his hips screwing slowly against your ass. Bold and full of fire. 

That kind of body heat wouldn’t be the worst thing to suffer. You were piping hot in a few places as it was. 

“I own a place up the hill.” He was stopped at the aisle end. You thought about going around, but didn’t. No need to end this encounter any sooner than it was going to be over. It wasn’t getting any less hot outside either. 

“Yeah?” You returned a smile. 

“Mmhm. What’s your name?” 

You hesitated, bringing the drink bottle to your neck and rolling it along one side. You kind of like it more than a lot that his eyes followed the motion. His patient smile didn’t falter but something flashed in his eyes. 

“Y/n.” 

“Nice to meet you.” He said. “I’d shake your hand but—”

Your hand shot out. Until now you weren’t the type for hand shakes. How quickly that changed. 

“Namjoon” He pumped your hand as he spoke again. That big palm was warm and smooth. Silky and dry. By contrast you wondered just how dewy your palm still felt. You’d spent quite a bit of time wiping palms on your thighs as you’d paused all too often on every hill during the hike. But he didn’t have to know that. 

Namjoon gave no indication he minded, if anything was amiss. “Nice to meet you.” 

Finally he moved again and you watched his back as he stopped at the counter. The employee barely looked up, coming away from the counter to situate herself mostly behind the register. The beep of each scan started. In between Namjoon made more conversation, which was a relief because you couldn’t keep your focus on talking with the way your eyes feasted on his ass and calves.

Everything from his hips down looked impossibly tight in his light gray workout pants. 

“You hiked up here then?” 

Leaning around him, you stole a look at your chosen drink still on the counter, then sighed. 

“Yeah.” 

Namjoon moved your bottle towards his selections. The girl was efficient, scanning so fast you had no time to protest. With a single blink you pointed. 

“...That’s mine.” 

He had to forget. That was it. Best to remind him. Just like him, you’d queued up to pay. Reasonable for how you expected things to go. Even if you hadn’t expected to meet someone in the middle of choosing. But that was life sometimes: unplanned, bringing pleasant surprise on the back of undesired situations.

“I know.” Namjoon opened his wallet. 

You noted several cards in various colors. Even black—you knew enough about people who owned a black card. It took a certain level of financial security and comfort to get one of those. 

He’d already paid and turned towards you again with your drink held out in offering. You took it. When he passed a pack of Oreos along after, you sputtered. It wasn’t an insult to injury for the extra sugar, or the worst thing. The cheap energy would help your dreaded trip back down the hill. 

Still… How he’d decided to be so kind. To a stranger. 

“Why?” You inquired, low and confused. Feeling all kinds of knotted up inside at his kindness and that flame still going inside your chest. 

Namjoon stepped around you and started for the door, taking your focus with him as you turned, and paced him with your stare. Looking back, he held the door open and spoke. 

“I wanted to. Be careful out there.” 

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You kept replaying things in your head, carefully shuffling sideways down the steep hill. There hadn’t seemed to be so many on the way up, but the grade felt a lot more intense going the other direction, towards the store. 

Now, having some distance from the store, you felt a little sheepish over quietly cursing your decision to come up here. It was a lovely day outside, instead of the boiling, sun soaked hell you’d sworn it had become earlier.

Unscrewing your drink cap you took another healthy swallow and swatted at the tinny whine of a mosquito hovering near your ear. You slapped another away from your shoulder and marched down the hill again, taking more cautious steps. 

As you came around a corner, you noticed a form and barely glanced further beyond, where the hill sloped down again, into the shadows of forest canopy. Darkness and coolness was promised and you couldn’t wait. 

You made your way by with measured steps, almost shuffling to keep from tumbling down the trail, treading on the loose gravel and natural divots of long dislodged rocks.

It wouldn’t be attractive to go the rest of the way down on your backside. 

“Y/n?”  A curious voice, tinged in muted surprise.

You looked towards the voice as your pace slowed and  the figure turned to greet your approach. Clear as day: the tall frame with white t-shirt impressively stretched over a broad front. 

Namjoon’s face, still fresh as it’d been meeting him a bit ago, beamed. 

His sunglasses were off, resting on his head and he wiped a hand on his thigh, then extended it. You tried wiping a hand too, missing a good amount of the dirt kissed palm. Namjoon shook hands anyway. 

As he glanced where you’d been heading, you stole a once over. Namjoon didn’t look any more sweat soaked than he’d been. The hill grades weren’t a challenge for him. If he’d hiked to get to that store too, he was in MUCH better shape. You’d never have guessed he’d just come up these hills, looking unflagged in front of the drink cooler.

“So you didn’t drive to the store.” You voiced the determination, earning a raised brow. 

“Is that bad?” 

“No.” 

“I DID drive to the parking lot down there.” Namjoon motioned in that direction. “The road is too long and winding through the woods to get up there safely. From the parking lot it’s an easier walk.” 

An easier walk. You scoffed softly and wiped the back of a hand across your brow. 

“You parked down there too?” He continued, casually wiping trail dust off his shirt. 

“Not quite.” When he looked up again, both brows rose. The least you could do was a little more explanation. Lamely you added “..My friend dropped me off. I have to meet her back down there in a little bit.” 

“That’s nice of her.” He murmured with a smile. His cheekbones had a brief glimmer. Even the overhead sun couldn’t do a thing to dim his appeal. Sweaty or dry as a bone. Rain soaked. Something told you that Namjoon was all-weather handsome. 

“Yeah.” You agreed.

You watched your sneaker toe bully through the dirt in an uneven line. Your muscles protested menacingly from this tiny action. Much too much. Burning and twitching had found a nice home there. The croissant and half a coffee you’d wolfed down for morning fuel hadn’t left a single ounce of energy by now. You were paying for it now, even with half a sports drink down. 

“You should walk down there with me.” 

You were equally surprised and thankful he asked. The  company was welcoming and you needed to see his car. Having several cards in his wallet and looking so good even after a moderately intense hike? Namjoon wasn’t driving a beater. 

“Sure..” You responded, waiting just long enough to look like it’d been a little debate. 

Namjoon pushed upright from the leaning he’d been doing against a tree just off the trail and stepped towards you. Turning to face downhill, he strode forward and you followed, falling into pace. His strides were long, but he went slow enough. It was like he sussed your flagging energy and mounting fatigue. You weren’t exactly projecting boundless energy.

However long the hike felt going uphill, time bent again and it seemed over all too soon as you paced Namjoon to the parking lot’s asphalt edge after coming around the last trail bend a short time later. 

As you stood next to him, looking at the few cars in spaces scattered across the lot, Namjoon turned his face up to the sun and let his head fall back.

You slid your pack straps off both shoulders and brought it around to your front. Namjoon rifled through his pocket, doing the same to free himself from his mid-size backpack. The keys jingled as he looked away from you, to a far corner of the lot. 

“Your friend here yet?” He inquired, squinting.

You scanned. Nowhere did you see the familiar rust nibbled Isuzu. An antique by some measure but it served her father well in college and he’d maintained the interior parts enough to keep it going even now. The car got you up here and you were fairly confident it’d get you back to town. 

“Not yet.” You thought about calling but didn’t go for your cell phone, setting your pack at your feet instead. Namjoon noticed, double taking. 

“Well..” He began, leaning down and grabbing a strap, then lifting the pack like it was empty. It certainly hadn’t felt that way going up OR down the trail. “..Let me drive you? Where are we headed?”

“You don’t have to–” A tut cut you off toot suite.

“I want to, Y/n. Where are we going?” 

Inhaling, you almost choked on trail dust still lingering at the lot edge. The dread of the trip back home in a car without AC was pulling you down into despair. In spite of your friend's optimism, all the windows down had not helped nearly as promised and it wouldn’t be better now, sweaty and tired. 

You glanced at Namjoon after a moment.

“...Well.. Where are you going?”

Namjoon’s smile was cheeky. “Me? I have a place about 20 minutes drive from here. You’re welcome to hang out there and wait for your friend.” 

“I could do that.” You should, not wanting to go all the way back up that hellish trail, to the store. No way you’d make it. No need to even delude yourself. The Isuzu and the trail would not see YOU again, for now. 

“Yeah? I know it’s cliche. Stranger danger..”

“Maybe but.. What the hell. It’ll be nice to see your place and find out there’s more than a few damp cabins out here. So long as it’s not a rotting shack in the pines, we’re golden.” Your mind supplied endless visions of bugs, bears and poison oak. It was anybody’s guess what you’d encounter but there was 1 of those 3, minimum. 

“Hmm.” A playful glare leveled your way. “There’s not much land value in a moss covered single level dwelling these days. The market wouldn’t bear it and I’m not into that kind of ambiance.” 

“Thank goodness.” 

Namjoon reached where he’d been looking: the lot corner, and a cobalt blue sedan parked there. It was dusty but otherwise in great shape. MUCH better than no-AC and AM radio only.

You followed, keeping within a step or two. As you both made your way, Namjoon spoke again. 

“You can call your friend when we get to my place and hang out until they get there. Deal?” 

You nodded.

He opened the passenger door first and watched you climb in, then moved to that back passenger door and opened it. A gentle lob had both your packs situated across the back seat.

As Namjoon settled into the driver’s seat, you buckled your seatbelt,then let your legs stretch out. The footwell was roomy too. This was proving to be a good decision the more time went on. You wouldn’t have bet on this kind of luck turn hours ago.

Namjoon was smiling, watching you get comfortable. The car came to life. He adjusted the rearview mirror.

“I wouldn’t object to some food too.” You suggested, watching him study the mirror’s reflection, then glance back as he reversed out of the parking spot. He shifted to drive, jaw muscles briefly flexing before he spoke.

“I can take care of that.”

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You finished the last bite of apple and chewed, staring out the picture window. 

Namjoon had more than a ramshackle place with walls, windows and a few doors. It was like something out of Mountain Living magazine–of which you were sure you’d seen a few issues neatly stacked on the coffee table in the living room when he’d led you through. 

This kitchen was spacious. More than any other cabin you’d spent time in.Even if that number wasn’t high, THIS place was impressive. It shouldn’t have been a shock, spotting all the cards in his wallet. That was plenty of foreshadowing. 

Even if assumptions weren’t fair.

You swallowed and turned away from the view, setting the remains of the apple on the kitchen table and headed for the living room. You took a loop around the perimeter, studying the bookshelf, paying close attention to the single shelf dedicated to what looked like photo albums. 

You were tempted to pull one off and go through it. But you didn’t, turning your attention to the photos on the nearby wall: lots of candid photos of nature. Namjoon’s selfies tended to be unique: his form standing in the distance of the shot, back to the camera. 

Or in silhouette barely at the edges. You liked a particularly vibrant one of his bare back to the camera, shorts soaked to the skin with water, flesh glistening in the sun against the expanse of a sky so blue it hardly seemed real. 

It looked like some kind of lake. You wondered where this body of water was, hopeful it wasn’t far, then went to work pondering how it would have been behind the lens, taking the shot.

...And what would happen after, when the picture was done and Namjoon turned around with that smile. 

A smile you’d grown to really like A LOT since the store. 

Hearing a door close, you turned towards the dark hall where the sound had come from. There was a little motion under the door at the far end, shadows moving across a sliver of light at the bottom. 

A moment later the door came open and Namjoon’s form filled the newly made space. Not long after his footsteps came towards you. When he came through from the dark into light, your senses reeled. 

Namjoon was flushed and smiling, hair wet and slicked back, cheeks plumped in a shy grin. He’d changed shirts. This one was thinner and more ivory than optic white. You knew that shape at the front of his chest and the tiny perking points. 

You blinked away the stun and smiled back. 

“You reach your friend?” He asked, walking towards, then around you, heading for the couch. 

You turned. “Yeah.” You’d hit voicemail. It wasn’t your best message and you probably sounded breathless, describing what had happened on your hike and trying to summarize Namjoon in the space of 30 seconds. 

Lord knows how your friend would take it. 

“I…” You paused and Namjoon’s head turned your way. 

“Hmm?” He’d paused arranging the couch cushions, even though they looked perfect to you. “What is it?” 

God you felt…dumb admitting this but it was best to spit the truth out. Time would betray you eventually. 

“I wasn’t sure of your address so I couldn’t leave one on the voicemail.” 

Namjoon chuckled warm and slow. You wanted to grab a throw pillow nearby and stuff your face into it, to swallow up the responsive squeal aching to escape your throat. 

“I guess I hadn’t thought about that.” He motioned to the magazines. “You could have done it the sneaky way.. That’s got my address.” 

“I’m not a sneaky type.” You replied. Namjoon nodded. 

“Appreciate that. Well.. “ He inhaled and picked up one of the smaller pillows, then lobbed it at the far end of the couch. “...If you want to call them back, I’ll give you my address–officially.” 

Did you REALLY want to call your friend right now? This place was pretty damned nice and so was the company. Mulling it over, you finally shrugged. 

“In a little bit.” Namjoon’s brows dropped. You fumbled, continuing. “...If that’s okay? I mean…I can—” 

“It’s fine.” His brows were soft arches over dark, comforting eyes again. “I like the company.” 

“Me too.” It was exciting how the confession sent heat through you. Rubbing at your neck, you realized how sweaty and icky you still felt. Namjoon’s head cocked as he walked closer to you. 

“I’m really glad we met today, Y/n. I like the isolation here but…Having another person around is even better, when I’m in the mood.” 

“Is it?” You croaked, swallowing a lump. Your nod was almost a twitch. “..You’re in the mood to have someone around today?” 

“I wasn’t at first.” Namjoon’s pause dragged on until you met his stare, gazing into the depths of his eyes right there, just above you. “..That changed…” He snickered and softly murmured “...for some reason.” 

You could tell he was being cheeky and it was delightful. You couldn’t help giggling too. 

“I wonder why..” You sighed. 

After a minute, Namjoon looked around. “Let’s get a little more comfortable then. You want to go clean up? My shower’s back there..”

He indicated where he’d come from, with a nod. As if you hadn’t watched him go there prior, the apple pressed to your lips and heart pounding as you drank in this entire place. 

“Thanks..” Was all you managed, head bowing a little. You slipped past him. Namjoon’s turn to watch you go briefly clear in your peripherals. 

“Just pick whatever out of my dresser. Plenty to choose from. See you soon.” 

“You have a beautiful bathroom.” You confided, watching Namjoon standing next to you. It was getting to a really nice addiction: you and he, just sharing this space. It’d only been a few hours but it was like a lifetime away from the rest of the world.

Namjoon looked away from the living room window and smiled at you. “Thanks.” 

What you’d WANTED to say was ‘This whole place is amazing.’, but you weren’t psychic or brave enough to voice that–just yet. 

Combing wet strands back, you shook your hair out again. It was still a little damp from the shower, but you felt so much better with the grime and sweat washed away.

You hadn’t realized just how much you’d collected tromping up and down the hills out there. Not until you’d felt the rivulets of perfectly hot water winding down your body under the massive shower head, did you really conceive how messy you’d gotten. 

The whole shower experience here left your skin humming and nicely warm. A far cry from your apartment’s modest water pressure and scalding or ice cold temperature poles. If you were honest, you could get used to this. 

“I appreciate the compliment.” Namjoon finally said. “I wasn’t sure about the head but it’s got your approval. Think I’ll keep it.” 

When you locked eyes, he winked, grin wider than before. He was more handsome with dimples. 

“What else do you do out here, alone?” You voiced your curiosity this time. Maybe it was the inhibitions washed away with the sudsy heat or something else at play, but it was out before you could regret.

Namjoon took it well.

“Alone? Hmmm. Sometimes I sit out on the back deck or soak in the hot tub outback and stare at the sky. Listen to nature. Ponder the big questions in life..” 

It all sounded pretty damned good. Beat the hell out of your couch and the usual television fare. 

“Hmm.” You stared at him again. Another question slipped out as quickly as it had popped into your mind. “...And when you’re not alone?” 

You matched the way Namjoon raised a brow. When he chuckled your chest went light. 

“Bit of an intimate kind of question, isn’t it?”

“Maybe.” You retorted. “If what you do is something intimate.” 

Like storm clouds rolling across a sky, darkening the beauty with impressive danger, a shadowy energy flitted through Namjoon’s eyes. But you weren’t scared. You were absolutely riveted. For once in your normally gun shy, socially conservative life. 

“And if I said it was something intimate?”

He was good, dodging a direct answer just enough. He knew just how to feed your interest with words and the things between them. You licked your lips, feeling them twitch as your tongue rolled along. 

“..Sounds like a good time. Care to share?” 

Who were you, suddenly digging for details? Normally this was kosher for your friends. You’d earned the right, but with a basic stranger like Namjoon? You knew you had a lot of nerve. And you were taking a HUGE gamble. 

“Mmm.” Namjoon stepped close again, not much space now between the front of his body and your own. You didn’t back up, lifting your chin to keep eye contact. His smile shrank. 

“I do whatever I want. Or..my guest wants. I’m interested in being the best host I can, if I have company.” 

“Yeah?” 

Namjoon nodded. He let you take another breath, then continued.

“You’re my guest. What do you want to do? What’s your pleasure?” It was really, REALLY sexy the way Namjoon was opening his place to you. And from the energy you detected, he was willing to give himself too. 

“Have you ever done it here?” 

“Done ..’it’? What’s it?” He queried, teasingly. Your forehead felt hot again. You blinked and Namjoon leaned down a little.

“..You mean sex? Are you asking me if I’ve fucked here?” His breath washed across your lips. You couldn’t help nodding or the whine that escaped. Namjoon’s hungry stare burrowed into your soul. He nibbled briefly on his lip.

“I have. Plenty of times. It’s been a while, though.” 

“Has it?” You squeaked as he ran fingertips along your jaw and added pressure at your chin, tipping your face up more. 

“Mmnhmm.” Namjoon’s smile unfurled again. “..Has it been long for you?” 

You stammered, suddenly amnesiac over the last time you’d properly fucked. Of course you had, and the experiences rated ‘okay’ by usual standards, but work and life wedged a lot of time between each session. Forgettable was too perfect a way to describe how it all seemed now.

“It’s been a minute.” You finally managed. 

“Want to remedy that?” 

Maybe it sounded corny coming from anyone else, in a dark, muggy club dancefloor or bar, but Namjoon’s suggesting it now came off only as unadulterated heat. And something you wanted so very much. 

“Yes.” It was a gasp. Maybe a plea. 

“God Y/n..” Namjoon watched your fingers circling his broad wrist. You pulled his hand closer to your lips and grazed them over a few fingertips. You tingled as his lips parted and his lids lowered.

Whatever he was trying to say you were sure it was the same feeling flooding through your entire body. Pulsing inside you, ending right between your legs as they trembled like they’d never done before. More than any hike could ever induce. 

You cut him off.  “..Relax me, Namjoon. Make me forget everything for a while.” 

It was like the shadow darkened hallway stretched on forever as Namjoon moved, carrying you. You couldn’t wrap around him more, but you wanted to try, tightening your thighs around his waist. 

He didn’t have wide hips, but they were sturdy as he walked, pacing slowly across the wood floor in a leisurely path to the bedroom. You dimly knew the space waited beyond that doorway at the far end. And you wanted time to condense again, to bring you both where nature said you should be: in Namjoon’s bed. 

Doing things that nature intended for two people at the mercy of attraction were fated to do. 

Namjoon didn’t pause kissing you as he opened the door, then bumped it wider with a hip. You were in the bedroom, the setting sun’s rays barely filtering through the treetops outside the nearby window. 

As he paused at the bed, then leaned over it, the kiss broke. Reds and fiery orange hues outlined Namjoon’s triangular upper body as he braced a palm into the bed, finally leaned over enough that your back met the mattress. 

“Let go.” He whispered. 

You fell entirely into the bed, grateful for the cushioned fall. Your hair and limbs splayed. Namjoon’s eyes stayed on your, enjoying your slow wriggle as he grasped his shirt and hauled it up, then off. It met the bed nearby. 

Your own hands clutched down the length of your body, finding the shirt you’d chosen from his offered selection.

“Don’t.” Namjoon growled, dropping his bottoms next. Then his briefs, unbothered at the ferocity of his erect cock springing vertical on escape. He mounted the bed on one knee, outside your hip, then the other one joined and he loomed over your again, head to toe bare of a stitch of clothes. 

Sure you’d pondered how he looked in that shower when he’d taken his turn. And under those tight workout pants in the store. Now all was coming clear. All was on a platter, right in front of you—or over you, as it were. 

Your body arched, breasts jostling. Namjoon cupped the outside of a breast and stroked his thumb across the nipple. It perked and he studied the shape through the t–shirt. A garment you desperately wanted to lose. 

In the game of ‘naked’, he was leagues ahead of you. 

“I’m…Namjoon, please–” You sputtered, then groaned loudly when he pinched that tight nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then tugged. His touch was gone in a blink and he gathered your shirt, pushing it higher, up to your neck. Head bowed, he backed down towards the foot of the bed a bit more, until his mouth stopped above your navel. 

“Let me.” He purred, peeling down the boxers you’d borrowed too, and taking them to your knees. While one hand pushed them to your ankles, then off, Namjoon’s nose spiraled your mound. 

You heard his inhale. The groan he let out was sinfully needy too. You bent your right knee, drawing that leg up a little more and lifting your ass off the bed. Delivering your pussy right against his wide open mouth, swooping in to latch onto your clit. 

Namjoon sucked deep and tight, lips perfectly sealed. Then the pulsing started. He was quiet enough, only making a pop sound when he pulled away now and then. 

It wasn’t like he needed to suck your clit or slide his tongue through your folds to open them. It already felt hot and slippery. Your flesh ached in a way that said making out had long since done the trick. 

But Namjoon was enjoying himself and explored with his pointer finger, tracing it through you, stopping down at your opening. Teasing the winking muscle until it clenched again and your thighs shook. 

“You’re so wet..Y/n. You like this don’t you? Are you always this ready when it’s been a while?” 

You nodded. You couldn’t be sure it was true but if that’s what he wanted to hear, if felt like the truest answer you could give. He seemed to accept it diving down to lick, then stab his tongue deeper into you, pushing through your muscle. 

He scooped your widening thighs up and wrapped them over his shoulders. Hugged them against the sides of his neck as he moaned, jaw dropping wider open. Pushing into you, lifting your hips higher and bringing your ass off the bed again.

A lake of heat was swirling in your belly. You wanted to tell him you were close because you felt like the edge was right there, you precariously toes over and staring down into the fall. 

But you couldn’t get the words out. It was only a long, confused hiss of pleasure as fingers slid into you. Pulled out and dipped in again. Namjoon’s fingers worked to stir you up inside, drawing slick out from the depths, slathering it all over you on the outside. Making a delicious mess. 

When you couldn’t take it anymore and your chest heaved, Namjoon pulled back enough and shrugged your legs off his shoulders. He joined them together and turned you onto one side, hooking them neatly over the bend of one elbow, palm planted deep into the bed with an impressive divot.

It was so much concentrated weight focused into one point, you felt the bed sink just a little. Namjoon’s face came into view over you. He groped between your bodies, finding himself and guiding the tip to nest perfectly against you. 

When his bare cock slid inside you, it was done in a single, firm stroke. It wasn’t about the power of his thrust. It was the unhesitant drive in his hips, planting his cock deep and pushing a strangled gasp right out of you. 

Your upper body twisted, neck and head craning away. Profile bracing into the bed, you inhaled, head spinning off the scent of clean, fresh soap, light sweat and errant traces of Namjoon’s natural scent. 

You keened as he pulled back, slid a hand down your side and cupped the hip facing up, then sunk back in. The pumping was seamless. He flowed in and out of you, building speed but keeping the perfect depth. Hitting spots inside you that sent sparks across your scalp. Sent rails of fire down your spine. Curled your toes, when he circled into you and his hips snapped. 

“You feel so good on my cock.. God baby..that’s it..” Over you, Namjoon’s exhale coasted along your skin, burning hot as he muttered wondrously.

You could only whimper, nails sunk into the crook of his nearer elbow, head rolling back to keep your briefly open eyes focused on the ceiling beyond Namjoon’s rocking head. 

He murmured. Fucked. Pushed your knees high as he folded your twisted body up more. Condensed what little tight, wet space was inside you, more and more. There was only so much room and it was full–slick came out more and more as he pulled out and rammed back in. 

It was an unmistakable wet slap loud and clear over Namjoon’s huffing. He was putting in the work and you were back at the edge, now something invisible wrapping and pulling you over. You tumbled, cumming hard. Cumming quick, seizing around his cycling cock.

Namjoon’s head lolled backwards, but he kept going, through your rippling walls. Working up a froth through the creamy mess building as you squeezed and pulsed. Your throat opened as you groaned out a “P..Please..don’t s..stop…”

Your guts seized so hard you couldn’t cry out when Namjoon heeded your request and let himself really go, fucking you deeper. Harder. Jerking your whole body up the bed as he followed. You weren’t escaping–not from him. Not from the gut wrenching orgasm ripping through you. 

The world whited as your eyes rolled up entirely, leaving you sightless. Your purpose on this earth: to feel every bit of ecstasy rushing through you and sending you to the brink of human experience. 

With the release of pressure a trickle followed down to your ass. Namjoon faltered. His lips dove down to your ear.

“..Inside or…o..out..” 

No time to think meant no room for regret. You HAD to know. 

“Inside. Fill me up, Namjoon..” Your lips joined in a deep, ravenous kiss, gobbling up his moan as he shuddered. A few rough thrusts later, he was still, plunged deep, pulsing. Your twitching pussy probably felt like heaven to him as he emptied every drop into you.

When it was over, Namjoon carefully pulled back. His cock slipped out and you felt emptier. For a moment your muscles stayed open, then closed up tight. Like they were determined to hold onto every ounce of what this man had just given. 

“Holy…shit.” Namjoon wiped a forearm across his brow and laughed slowly, Adam’s apple dancing. 

“You felt..so good.” You blurted out. It took a few moments to see beyond the last rays of sunset through the window. The bouquet of colors was gone, leaving a muted, reddish haze. 

Namjoon’s shoulders flexed back as he rolled his neck. “..If you could understand how your pussy feels.. Fuck..” With a groan he combed his bangs back. 

“Worth the wait?” 

You tickled the downy trail running south, below his navel, then situated both calves on the outside of his hips. Namjoon’s hands rested loose on your hips. He wasn’t shy, eyeing your whole body and wearing the smirk of a job well done. 

There was no doubt he’d smashed your previous experiences. Your insides twitched and your head had barely cleared. You’d just come back to the present, cobbling together enough focus for basic conversation. 

“And then some..” Namjoon hummed, seizing your wrist and bringing that hand to his lips. He tucked a kiss into that palm. Leering down at you, he cupped that hand against the center of his chest. Right between those big, perfectly muscled pecs. 

“Ready to call your friend?” There was a distant hope sparkling in his eyes. You knew as well as he did: No was acceptable, again. 

“In a little bit.” You murmured, then glanced at his bedroom door. He’d left it open. His mouth shifted into a half grin. 

“Something else you want—maybe somewhere else around here?” 

“Well I noticed a hot tub outside.” 

“That’s right.” Namjoon’s muscles shifted under your palm. Your fingers curled along his skin, lightly pressing in, trying to feel more. You wanted more of him, not just the tour of his place. 

“We should try it out.” 

“We can do that. A soak is good for the muscles.” 

“I’ve heard that. ….Got time to give me a full tour after that?” Whatever he might have planned for the rest of his night, he didn’t flinch and his expression stayed pleasant. Welcoming, like his gaze following your legs up to your core and taking a long time to linger there. 

“You’re really changing my mind about this whole cabin in the woods thing.” You added. Namjoon puffed his chest and leaned forward, releasing his hold on your hand as if he knew you’d keep that palm against him. 

You didn’t prove him wrong, adding the other palm as he pressed down over you. A kiss was on the horizon and you tipped your face up. His weight felt good on you–Namjoon’s large frame trapped you in the best way. 

He was warm. His cock was tacky but already semi hard as it inched across your belly. 

“I’m always up for a chance to change an opinion. We can go have a soak and you can think about calling your friend after.” 

You offered a faux pout. “Are you saying I have to leave?” 

“That’s not even close to what I said. Definitely wasn’t thinking it..” Even being faintly chastised felt good. You couldn’t say you had the same take away back at work, in front of your boss or direct report. 

“Good to know.” You snuck a look down to what you could make out of your body underneath Namjoon. It was still damp enough between your thighs. You knew it wouldn’t be as bad as it had been still in the act, but you knew a wipe down was in order before you dared stick a toe in his hot tub. 

Call it respect, but you also wanted a chance to explore what things looked like after you’d been daring enough to ask for and receive what had to be a healthy load inside. That hadn’t happened since your last committed relationship. 

You looked up again, watching Namjoon’s face disappear as he sucked a kiss at the bottom of your neck, where it joined your shoulder. Afterwards he sat up and backed down the bed. He offered both hands to help you up. 

When you stood upright face to face, the bed at your back, you felt shy. Your legs felt surprisingly weak. You swallowed, finding your mouth cottony. 

“Let’s grab a drink too. You can show off your kitchen and the living room? You’re into photography I noticed.”

“What makes you say that?” He tugged you along, taking a step at a time backwards towards the bedroom doorway. If it hadn’t been his cabin, you’d wonder if he’d walked around his place in the city like this. What was that place like? 

You wanted to know more about who Namjoon was beyond this big getaway spot in the woods and his generous many-card credit power. 

“I saw photo albums on your bookshelf.” 

“Yeah.” Namjoon’s features smothered darkness as he crossed the bedroom door threshold into the hallway. “I dabble now and then. Whenever I’m here.” 

“Would love to see it.” 

“We can add that to the tour. I do like to keep my guests happy.” 

“And I think I like this whole day in the woods. Might be time to find out about what a weekend away would be like.” 

Namjoon’s body was against you again as your travel paused midway down the hall. You didn’t have to see, only feel and you knew he was going for a kiss. You surrendered your mouth and he took his time, tongue exploring lightly. 

“A little Me Time…I can support that–in more than one way.”   

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[baronessblixen]

O Holy No (9/10)

Today's prompt: sneaking around to put out gifts

Summary: Mulder and Scully finally exchange gifts. (wc: 1,080)

Tagging @today-in-fic

She’s preoccupied at Mass, thinking about Mulder back at the house, left to his own devices. He’s not alone as a few others have stayed behind, too. Mulder joked that he and the other heathens would find a way to stay busy while the rest of the family was out.

She’s still thinking about what he said at the gift exchange. About that one gift. She knows she shouldn’t be thinking about a purple dildo – or any sex toy for that matter – while at church, sitting next to her mother. But she can’t help it. By the end of the sermon, she doesn’t know what was being said, and she makes a mental note to go to confession in the near future to make up for it.

Back at the house, it’s late and quiet. Scully finds Mulder asleep on the couch and she says goodnight to her mother, Tara, and Bill. Once she’s sure they’re all upstairs, she joins Mulder on the couch, snuggling against him. He grumbles, and she waits to see if he’s woken up.

“Back already? What time is it?”

“Late. Do you want to go upstairs?”

“Um, no. I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but one of the kids threw up in your bedroom.” Scully grimaces. “So I said they should just stay up there and we’d take the couch.”

“Ever the hero, hm?”

“I try,” he says with a grin. He looks sleepy and she touches his face, following the lines she knows so well. “How was it?”

“I honestly don’t know. I wasn’t paying attention.”

“You rebel.” He grins.

“It’s your fault. I kept thinking about you.”

“If it’s any consolation, I was thinking about you the whole time too.” He proves it by gently kissing her and she forgets what they were even talking about. She lets herself enjoy their intimacy for a moment, knowing they can’t take it anywhere tonight while they’re sleeping on the couch.

“It’s because,” she says, breaking the kiss and licking her lips. “I was wondering if your mission was successful.”

“Mission purple dildo? It wasn’t.” Scully watches him, waiting for him to continue. “I have no idea who snatched it, but it’s gone.”

“Someone took it.” He nods. “You couldn’t find it anywhere?” He shakes his head no. “Must be an x-file.” His expression is so adorable that she just has to kiss him again.

“You know,” he says. “It’s after midnight.”

“And?”

“And that means it’s Christmas. Merry Christmas, Scully.”

“Merry Christmas, Mulder.”

“We can exchange gifts. Oh, wait. One of your cousins asked us – well, me to put out the last few gifts for the kids. One of them is getting a bike and he didn’t want them to know.” There’s a gleam in his eyes. He didn’t get excited earlier in the day, but he is now, and it touches her that he can’t wait to play Santa with her.

“Let’s do this.” They bring in the bike and several bags of gifts, tiptoeing around, closing every door as quietly as they can. Toodles follows them around, making it difficult to navigate around him. But they manage. They giggle as they listen for any sounds from upstairs but there is nothing. Everyone is fast asleep. They put out all the gifts, arranging them so the smaller kids can find theirs more easily. After, they share the glass of milk and the cookies the children left out. There’s a drop of milk on Mulder’s nose that Scully kisses away. He kisses her back, claiming he saw a crumb on her lips.

“Now we?” he asks her. “Unless you left your gift for me upstairs.”

“You’re in luck,” she whispers against his mouth. “I put it under the tree earlier. Let me get it.” She finds the gift easily enough, even now, and sits down next to Mulder on the couch, suddenly feeling nervous.

“You’ve already given me two gifts. And not to be corny, but being here is like a gift, too.” He gives her a peck on the lips. “Now it's my turn. I didn’t know where we’d- what we were. I got your gift before- I mean obviously I got this before everything happened.” Their fingers tangle as Mulder hands her the neatly wrapped present. It’s small. Scully doesn’t think he’d get her jewelry. It’s not a ring. Her curiosity gets the better of her and she starts unwrapping, Mulder’s eyes following her every move.

“Before you get your hopes up,” Mulder says. “It’s not a romantic gift.”

“It’s… a piece of paper?” She holds the folded piece of paper in her hand, staring up at Mulder.

“Read it,” he prompts. She unfolds it and at first, she doesn’t understand what it is. As she keeps reading, however, she gets it. She lifts her eyes, glancing at Mulder. “Not a Christmas present you get every day, is it?”

“Your will, Mulder?” She stares at the words in front of her that deem her the beneficiary of all his assets, including money and property. “What- what does this mean?”

“I realize now that I probably shouldn’t have given you this as a gift. I just wanted you to have it. All that is mine, Scully, is yours. Or will be once I’m dead.” Only Mulder would think of putting his will into a box and wrap it as a Christmas present. She doesn’t know what to say. Laughter bubbles up inside her, against all odds.

“I honestly don’t know what to say.”

“I’ll get you something better as a late present, I promise. But it’s important to me that you know this. It’s not something I just thought of. It’s been- it’s been you for a while.” His eyes are earnest. This is what he was going to give to her the night Diana set this curveball into motion. How would she have reacted to this days ago? She can’t say. She’s still holding on to it, slowly realizing what all of this means. He’s making it official. His lawyer knew before she did. And it’s the best and the worst moment to do what she’s been meaning to do for a while now.

“Mulder?” She wants his full attention. “I love you.” The three words fall from her mouth easily and the transformation on his face is worth it. Even if her heart threatens to jump out of her chest.

“I love you, too,” he says, and then she finds herself in his arms, the two of them just holding each other silently, bathed in Christmas lights. “Best present ever,” Mulder says a moment later, rubbing his cheek against hers. “You saying it out loud.”

“Out loud?”

“I heard you say it before,” he says. “But this is better. Way better. Thank you, Scully.” He leans in to kiss her, but she stops him.

“I have a gift you can unpack,” she says and the corners of his mouth tick up. “An actual gift, Mulder. Not me.”

“You are a gift.” He kisses her soundly, grinning. She decides to give him this moment and reaches for the last present she has for him. The one that’s not a gag gift. He mouths a thank you and doesn’t waste any time, tearing the paper. Once it’s unpacked, he stops and stares. He lifts his head and his eyes are full of tears. “I- I love it, Scully. How did you- where did you?” He’s a blubbering mess and while still holding his gift, he hugs her with one arm and she feels his hot tears against her skin.

“You like it?”

“Like it, Scully? I love it. It’s… I haven’t seen these pictures of me and Samantha in so long.”

“I asked your mom if she had a picture of you two together that I could get framed and she gave me several. I thought… you should have these memories. The good ones.” She watches Mulder trace the collage of him and Samantha. Mrs. Mulder must have sent her ten or twenty pictures, saying they were all copies and she shouldn’t think about sending them back cause she had her own.

So Scully got to work, cutting the pictures into hearts and shapes before she put them all together and had them framed. Mulder and Samantha didn’t have enough time together. Never will. But he’ll have this. A collage of so many moments they spent together. From the day Samantha was born up to her last birthday.

“I don’t know how to thank you,” Mulder says, wiping away his tears and then, a moment later, hers, too. “And after I gave you my will.” He laughs. “You sure you love me?”

“I’m sure, and Mulder, I’m so happy you like it.”

“Come here, you.”

They spend the rest of the night entwined. They share a few whispered words before they fall asleep in the glow of the Christmas light. All is quiet, and all is bright.

#ficmas2023 #oholyno #one more chapter to go #if i manage to write it #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

[whatsnewalycat]

Just Dumb Enough to Try

Chapter 26: This Must be the Place

Word Count: 4.5k+

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Tags / CW: swearing, pregnancy, fluff fluff fluff, love notes, smut, oral sex (f receiving), teasing, unprotected PIV sex, gave javi some gray sweatpants bc he deserves it and so do we

Chapter Summary: Our heroes spend the morning together.

Notes: Chapter title from "This Must be the Place" by Talking Heads. This is the last chapter!! Holy shit! I'm putting this out earlier than anticipated because I'm getting antsy about it and I really like it as is. Seriously I'm going to go cry now, because I'm feeling sad and proud and excited all at once. I'll *probably* write more with these two in the future, though. That sounds fun. If you liked it let me know, pleaaaase, I'm a whiney baby that loves reassurance!! OK THANK YOU SO MUCH!

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Peña Ranch, Laredo, TX  November 29, 1998

Your eyes blink open to late morning light pouring onto the bed. As they attempt to adjust from the darkness of sleep, you clamp them shut, rolling over to throw your arm across Javier. 

Except, he’s not there. Your arm flops onto something crinkly instead. One eye cracks open and finds a pile of papers folded in half where your boyfriend usually is. Their ragged edges are intact, proof that they were yanked out from the spine of a spiral notebook. 

You pick up the bundle and blink both eyes open. 

“READ ME” is scrawled on the top fold in Javi’s messy script. You take a deep morning yawn and wriggle upright, propping yourself up on a stack of pillows. The comforting scent of brewing coffee wafts into the bedroom. Javi is humming along to the radio in the kitchen. Pans clatter and cupboards slam by his hand as you unfold the stack of papers and start reading. 

—

December 5, 1993 

I can’t stop thinking about you. How are you even doing this to me? 

Yesterday I went to your apartment building. Your bedroom lights were on and the blinds were closed. I sat outside for an hour, knowing you were there, unable to bring myself to do anything about it. 

Even if I could have gathered the courage to knock on the door, what would I have said to you? 

I like the feel of your hand in mine. I like your laugh. You’re beautiful. Do you want to go on a date with me? 

Those words shouldn’t make a man like me nervous, but they do. So nervous that I left San Antonio without letting them leave my mouth. 

—

December 1, 1994 

It’s been a year since I kissed you. 

I had to leave. I’m sorry. Duty calls. 

Maybe we’ll meet again. Sometimes I hope we don’t. It’s for the best. You’ll find someone better. 

—

June 4, 1998

I can’t tell you this. So I’m writing to you. I know you’re engaged, and you’re happy with Dan fucking Baker. Even though it makes no sense to me. 

But I’ll be damned. Every time I look at you I remember exactly what you felt like. What you taste like. I crave your lips on mine again.  

—

June 13, 1998

When I’m with you, we’re opposite poles in magnets resisting the inevitable. The pull is so strong, I ache. You feel it, too. I can tell. 

Your lips, your touch, the perfect way I fit inside you. I can never unlearn these things. I’ve tried. They’re etched in my bones. It’s fundamental, as central to my being as breathing. 

I long for you, love. It’s torture. 

— 

June 25, 1998

I am in love with you. 

So, here I am, writing to you, imagining I had the guts to say it. 

This is absolute fucking madness, cariño. But I woke up next to you and saw you there and I knew. 

— 

July 30, 1998 

I don’t know where you are, but I saw you. I can feel you. I don’t know how I know, but I know. You’re scared. I’m scared, too. I’ve never been so terrified to lose someone. 

When I lost my mom, I didn’t get to be scared. One moment she was on her way back from the grocery store, and the next she was gone. In an instant, the sun in our lives burnt out. 

You would have loved her. Everyone did, she was just that kind of person. She had a wit about her. Lit up any room she walked into, but nobody fucked with her.

She loved deer because of their polarity and intuition. They’re gentle, fierce, cautious, adventurous. They shed and regrow their antlers. She said they’re symbolic of duality, listening to your gut feelings, renewal and growth. She would have loved you, too. 

There are so many things I want to tell you. I should have listened to you. I didn’t let you come with me. You trusted me to protect you, and I didn’t. I’m so sorry. 

I promise I will find you. I love you and miss you so much, cariño. Please hold on a little bit longer. 

Tell baby Peña I say hello and that I love them, too.

— 

August 1, 1998 

I’m watching you as you sleep in our bed. You’re battered, bruised, stitched together… but you and the baby are ok. It’s a fucking miracle, cariño, I swear. 

I introduced myself to your parents in the hospital waiting room last night. Your dad looked at my extended hand like there was shit smeared on it. They’re right to not want anything to do with me right now. 

It’s a good thing their approval means approximately jack shit to you. Because I am never letting you go. 

— 

November 29, 1998

Today’s the day I give you the letters I never thought I would, so I can show you how much I love you. How much I’ve always loved you. 

Come out to the kitchen, baby. 

— 

You sniffle and rub the tears out of your eyes and set the unfolded stack of love letters down on the black duvet, then scoot to the edge of the bed. The floor is cool on the soles of your feet, one then the other. Javi starts singing “I Just Want to Dance With You” by George Strait. Your heart swells with love. You grab your fuchsia robe from the back of the desk chair and tie it around your body as you emerge from the bedroom and follow his voice. 

He’s leaning on the kitchen island over a newspaper crossword puzzle, one hand holding a pen as the other slides his wire framed glasses up the bridge of his nose, singing, “I caught you lookin' at me when I looked at you; Yes, I did, ain't that true? You won't get embarrassed by the things I do; I just wanna dance with you…”

You greet him with a giddy smile, padding across the floor towards him, “Good morning.”

A smile stretches across his handsome face when he peers up at you from the newspaper, “Good morning, beautiful.” 

He sets the pen down and pushes off of the counter, meeting you with an outstretched hand. You take it, and he pulls you close, placing one hand on your waist. He guides you in a clumsy waltz to the tempo of the music. 

You giggle at him as he presses his forehead to yours. The lyrics of the upbeat ballad drift from his mouth, hot on your cheek. When the song ends, he keeps his fingers interlaced with yours and leads you to the kitchen island, where you take a seat on a stool across from him. 

He goes to the coffee pot and pours you a cup, then sets it down in front of you. Steam curls out of the white ceramic mug that reads CAVE WITHOUT A NAME. You wrap a hand around it, humming with glee, “Thank you, baby.” 

“Did you sleep good?” he asks, a grin spread across his face as he leans his elbows onto the newspaper. 

He is up to something.  

“I did,” your face flushes as your fingertip runs along the circumference of the steaming mug, collecting condensation, “I, um- I read your notes.” 

He brings his coffee mug to his lips and takes a sip, then sets it down and asks, “Did you like them?” 

You nod and your mouth gapes open as you try in vain to formulate words that could possibly explain the love and devotion bubbling inside you. Every moment you spend with him makes you love him even more. A feat you didn’t even think was possible. Yet, here you are. He wakes you up with love notes, dances with you in the kitchen, smiles at you with those fucking dimples, and you’re falling in love all over again. 

The euphoria that cycles through your veins when he’s touching you. The dread that clutches your heart when you imagine existing without his presence. The deep ache of adoration in your chest when you stare at him long enough to feel sentimental about it. All the ways he occupies your body and soul. Every ounce of you knows that this is it . 

Everything you can think of falls flat. Your face feels hot and your heart flutters. Happy tears prick in your eyes as they meet his and your eyebrows draw together, “You really wrote all of those?”  

He reaches across the countertop and closes your hand in his, nodding, “I did.” 

“Oh, Javi-“ the lump in your throat chokes you up and you wipe away the tears spilling onto your cheeks, “I’m sorry for crying, I just-“ you sniffle and pout at him, “I love you so much. I don’t even know how to explain.” 

“I love you too, cariño,” he rubs his thumb along the back of your hand affectionately. His smile hasn’t faltered, even as he tells you, “I think I’m going to get you to break your record today.” 

The record he speaks of is the number of times you’ve cried in a day. For the past week, tears have become a common reaction to overwhelming emotions. The pregnancy hormones are mingling with your recent life changes, on top of your predisposition to being a crybaby already, and have made you a sappy, teary-eyed disaster. 

Yesterday, he found you outside watching Pickles wriggle around on his back. Your eyes were puffy and bloodshot, face wet from bawling. When he asked what was wrong, your answer was, “Nothing, he’s just so cute I feel like my heart is going to explode.” 

Your record is 10 cries in one day. You’ve been awake for about a half an hour and have already cried twice. It’s an impressive start. 

You sniffle again and wipe the stagnant tears away, then start laughing because you can’t even continue to take him seriously. He’s just fucking beaming at you. 

“What the fuck are you laughing about?” he starts laughing, too, then makes his way around the counter to you. 

His rough hands cup your cheeks and you shake your head as you grin up at him, “I just think you’re really great.”

“Yeah?” his smile widens, and you nod in response. He leans in and presses his lips to yours. The kiss is a sweet peck, and you link your arms behind his neck to draw him in again, lingering longer this time. He inhales sharply as your tongue meets his, flipping your stomach upside down. His touch trails back to the hinges of your jaw, and he brushes the sleep-mussed hair from your face as the kiss deepens. 

A soft moan rumbles in your throat and you get to your feet, arching your back into him. His hands find your waist and pull you closer, and you can feel his cock hardening against you under the loose constraints of his lazy Sunday morning sweatpants. But he pulls back, speaking to you between needy, wet kisses, “Wait- mmm, gotta- gotta show you something-“ 

You pout and look up at him as you bring one hand down to his tented pants and rub your thumb in a circle against the tip of his length, “Can it wait?” 

He throws his head back as a hiss sucks the air from his lungs, then brings his eyes back to yours and shakes his head, “Can’t wait.” 

“Are you sure?” you bat your eyelashes and continue to tease him, feeling a bead of pre-cum wet the fabric between his cock and the pad of your thumb. 

A huge smile spreads across his face as he shudders, then pulls you back in for a smoldering kiss. He shakes his head as he gasps against your mouth, “So impatient, cariño.” 

“You want me to stop, baby?” you ask innocently, then roll your tongue against his and wrap your hand around his sweatpants-bound cock. He grabs your wrist gently and laces your fingers with his, then brings the back of your hand to his lips, where he plants a kiss. 

“What I want-“ he lowers himself onto one knee and pulls a little black velvet box out of his pocket. Every cell in your body comes to a standstill. He releases your hand so he can open it, revealing a gold band with a solitary sparkling white gemstone, “Is for you to marry me.” 

A surge of adrenaline floods your bloodstream, making you lightheaded, and you breathe, “Wh- what?” 

Your heart pounds impossibly fast in your chest as he looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes and asks, “Will you marry me?” 

Tears brim your eyes for the third time this morning, cheek-burning smile breaking out on your face when you answer him, “Fuck yes I will.” 

“Yeah?” he laughs and his smile is all dimples and perfect teeth when he plucks your hand up and slides the ring onto your finger. 

You laugh through your crying and nod. He gets to his feet and cups your cheeks again, thumbs wiping the tears away, and he kisses you with heat, guiding you backwards until you butt up against the dining room table. 

You cease kissing and throw your head back as laughter bubbles from your throat, “I can’t believe you just let me keep fondling you when you were going to ask that!” 

A smile stretches across his face as he chuckles and shrugs, “You’re very persuasive.”

Your eyebrow quirks, “Oh yeah?”

“But I couldn’t wait any longer,” his face softens into a loving gaze and your heart aches as it melts in your chest. He takes your left hand and holds it up so he can look at the ring he just adorned on your finger, and questions, “Do you know what today is?” 

Your stomach flips and you nod, “I met you five years ago today.” 

“That’s right,” the corners of his mouth upturn and he plants a kiss on your hand, “I fell in love with you five years ago today.” 

Your eyes sting as tears flood them again, the deep well of adoration and love you have for this man just too much to bear, and you pout, “This really isn’t fair, you’re trying to make me cry now.” 

His eyes fold into crescents as he laughs heartily, then presses his forehead against yours, “I love you.” 

“I love you, too, Javier,” you raise your hands to his face, thumbs scraping against the stubble he hasn’t shaved off yet this morning. He kisses you slowly, a series of lazy, wet lingering pecks. 

His hands trail down to your waist, then over and under your ass, palming the cheeks over your thin cotton robe. 

His nose nuzzles against yours and he hums in contentment, “Where were we?” 

“I think,” you drop your gaze to his tented pants and smirk as you bring your grasp around him, circling the dark gray wet spot with your thumb, “We were going to the bedroom.”

He groans at the touch, then shakes his head as he guides you onto the table and nudges your knees apart, “I want you right here.”

You let out a soft coo when he tugs on the sash of your robe until it’s undone and falls open, exposing your naked body. He cradles your head like it’s made of something delicate and priceless, then drags his tongue across yours, sending molten heat dripping down your spine. His lips press against your jawline and he hesitates. 

You whisper, “Kiss my neck.”

“Are you sure?” his eyebrows press together and he pulls back to meet your eyes, searching for reassurance. 

Recently, you both learned that touch to your neck is a trigger now. He has been cognizant not to touch you in the area since an incident, in which he innocuously put his hand to your throat during sex, led to your hyperventilating on the bedroom floor. 

Throughout your recovery after those two days in hell with Dan as your keeper, Javi has been fucking wonderful. 

When you wake up in the night, screaming and crying, thinking you’re still in that closet, he holds you, rocking back and forth, singing quietly as he strokes your hair and lulls you back to sleep. You do the same for him sometimes. 

In the first few weeks, when you would be alone for an extended period of time while Javi and Chucho were out working, panic attacks found you. You would call Javi from their home phone and he’d have you tell him all the things you could see that start with a certain letter, then he would talk you through grounding exercises. 

If it weren’t for the support you receive from him and your therapist, you would be a catastrophe. As opposed to what you are now, which is simply a mess. 

You nod and tilt your chin up, exposing the column of your throat, “I want it. I trust you.” 

“Will you tell me if it’s too much?” his touch falls to your ribcage and ghosts down your sides to your hips, pricking your skin with goosebumps. 

“I promise,” you breathe, and it turns into a gasp when his tongue massages a circle into your pulse. Your whole body shudders when he seals his lips against you and sucks gently. He migrates down your neck, leaving a trail of saliva shiny on your skin, sending your heart racing and your center vibrating with lust. 

“Oh, Javi, that’s so good baby,” you whimper to the ceiling, raking your fingers through his hair. His lips emit a low hum against you, moving to your collarbone where his teeth catch your skin. Your back arches into him, moaning in approval of the sharp sting. He soothes the bite with the gentle caress of his tongue. 

Rough hands skate along the tender skin of your thighs. The contact floods you with a neediness, and you grab at his shirt, whimpering, “I want you, Javi.”

He brings his lips to your ear and purrs, “I’m not done with you yet.”

“Come on,” you pout and reach for his swollen member, but he redirects your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. 

“You need to learn patience, babygirl,” he chastises, then flicks your earlobe with his tongue before grinding it between his teeth. A spring of pleasure flows down to your cunt. You moan in response, pelvis thrusting forward with a mind of its own. He whispers, “Does that sweet little pussy need attention?”

The words slither around inside you, making you squirm, and you nod breathlessly, “Y-yes.”

His free hand splays across your chest, “Well, that’s too fucking bad . Gonna take my time with you,” he warns as he pushes you back gently until you recline onto your elbows, “Gonna make you beg for it.” 

His hot gaze meets yours as his velvet tongue flattens on one of your pebbled nipples. His head swivels back and forth, dragging his tongue across the sensitive bud at a torturously slow tempo. Another shudder runs down the middle of you. 

“Fuck- “ you gasp, arching into the contact, head falling backwards for a moment before you return to meet his love-blown eyes. 

He responds by taking the nipple between his front teeth and tugging ever-so-gently. You moan from deep in your throat at the ripples of ecstasy that shoots across your body. Your cunt clenches around nothing. He moves to the other tit and works away, lapping and nibbling down on your nipple until you’re writhing beneath him, a constant stream of whimpers falling from your mouth. 

“Fuck me, please, Javi, please- “ 

“I will, cariño,” he promises, planting a hot, wet kiss on your sternum, then your belly, never breaking eye contact, “When I’m ready.” 

His tongue draws slow, lazy circles down the soft skin of your abdomen. The sensation rolls across your body and liquifies. He has you shivering and gasping at each touch. 

You huff, "Now?" 

He chuckles at your frustration, then instructs, “Scoot towards me.” 

You follow his order, wiggling forward until your glistening pussy is right on the edge of the table. His hands run down the backs of your thighs, and he spreads you open wide, on display for him. 

His eyebrows press into a crease and his lips form an "o" and he drops to his knees at the sight, purring, “I haven’t even touched this pretty pussy yet and, fuck, you’re already so wet.” 

“So fucking wet,” you whine, rolling your hips towards him, wordlessly begging him to touch you. 

His hot gaze locks on yours, looking up from between your legs as his tongue drags up the middle of your sex. Just a tease. A taste. You ache with want. 

“Fucking amazing, baby,” he breathes, and his gaze falls from yours as he gives his full, undivided attention to your cunt. His soft tongue starts rolling across your clit and you ascend to a different plane of existence. Those same molasses circles he drew all over your body, leaving a shiny trail of saliva to where he is now. Over and over and over again as he groans against you. 

The throbbing of pleasure keeps accumulating, condensing, slowly and steadily pushing you to new heights. Your face gets flushed and sweaty as your heart pounds in your chest. You roll your hips against his tongue, trying to get more. 

He rises to his feet and brings you closer, pressing his forehead to yours, cradling the back of your head with one hand as he pulls his sweatpants down with the other. His pants drop to the ground in a gray heap, releasing his thick, gorgeous cock. His lips capture yours with force, and he growls between messy kisses laced with your arousal, “See- how fucking- good you taste, cariño?”

"I love the way I taste in your mouth," you pant.

His thumb slides hard against your overly sensitive clit. The stimulation feels like an electric cattle prod to your pussy, sending your body bucking and shuddering. The pain is layered, though, and a deep want lays beneath. 

"Please, baby," you whine, grabbing at his shirt and tugging at him, "I need you, please-" 

You bite your lip in anticipation as the head of his cock nudges your entrance. His nose nuzzles against yours and he continues in a gravelly tone that ricochets down your spine, “Is that what you want, baby?”

Your lips form a pout and you nod, then gently thrust your hips against his, dipping him inside just enough to pull a rumble from his throat. The electric sharpness of his touch on your clit is overtaken by a wanton need for him to fucking destroy you. 

“Yes,” you whisper, tilting your pelvis against him, “Fuck me, Javi.”

He slowly drives his hips forward at your admission, filling you, sending waves of pleasure surging from your cunt to the tips of your toes. A moan is ripped from your throat and you throw your head back. He starts to fuck you, pumping into you deep and merciless. 

His lips find your neck again. He lays hot, wet kisses on the delicate skin. You run your fingers through his hair and gasp, “That’s fucking perfect, Javi, holy shit,” then tug at the front of his shirt, "Take it off."

He ceases movement, fully sheathed, and sits up, pulling the shirt off over his head. The shirt takes his new glasses with them and they clatter to the floor and he winces. You giggle at the clumsiness. The gentle jostling of your body around his cock trickles ecstasy into your center, and you gasp at the sensation. 

A sheen of sweat glistens atop his skin and he's panting as he meets your eyes with a grin. He looks happy. And in love. You probably do, too, because that's how you feel. The way your heart swells almost fucking hurts. 

You beckon him closer, and he follows, leaning in slowly to press his plush lips against yours. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, arching your back into him, digging your fingernails into his skin. He throbs inside you, making you gasp. His moan vibrates into your lips, and he starts pumping into you, faster, more frantic now. 

The way you're huddled against each other, whimpering between kisses, reveling in the divine pleasure each movement, each touch, brings you both. As it always does, it feels like you were made for each other. 

As if he can read your mind, he rasps, "I fucking love you."

"I love you, Javi. So- fuck- so fucking much," you pant, pulling his lips against yours again. 

He moans in approval and brings his hands to your waist, trailing up your back to your shoulders. He gets a grip on you here and leverages you down on his cock as he thrusts forward, setting a brutal pace. Your whole body buzzes and tingles, and the kisses grow more desperate. 

His hips snap into yours, bringing you up higher and higher as your muscles tighten and your body starts to quiver. 

“Javi-“ a choked sob escapes you as you start to ascend towards bliss, “I’m fucking cumming- oh, fuck-“

"Fuck yes, cum for me, babygirl," he orders through gritted teeth, "Wanna feel you squeeze me-"

You come completely undone, overtaken with ripples of ecstasy from your center. Your legs clamp down around his hips as your body spasms, and you can hear Javi moan in response to the sensation, pumping into you with reckless abandon a few more times before he spills inside you. 

Slowly, your muscles slacken and soften, but before you can release his shoulders from your grasp and lay back on the table, he whispers breathlessly, "Hold on tight."

"Wh-"

His hands move to your ass and you squeal when he picks you up. He carries you into the bedroom as you giggle into his neck, then you both tumble sideways onto the mattress. 

"Oh, that's so much better," he groans and sprawls out. 

You curl up into the crook of his arm, "You're the one that wanted to- nay, insisted that we- fuck on the table."

"Mmm," he hums and closes his eyes with a small smile playing on his lips, "Just wanted to eat your pussy for breakfast at the kitchen table."

This makes you laugh, loud and untethered, "Worth it?"

He chuckles and nods, eyes still closed, "Worth it." 

There's a flutter inside your belly and you gasp, "Oh my god, Javi."

"What?" his body tenses and his brow furrows. 

It flutters again and your eyes well with tears, "She's moving. I can feel her moving."

A dimpled smile stretches across his face and he sits up, placing a hand on your small, but still noticeable, baby bump. 

"I don't know if you'll be able to feel her kick on the outside," you tell him softly, then chuckle, "She's only a papaya right now."

"That's ok," he mumbles, smiling down at your belly, "Little Miss Rosemary Peña will be able to kick my ass before I know it."

"Probably," you tease. 

He grins at you and shakes his head, then lays back down, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to cuddle you closer. A comfortable, warm silence embraces the two of you, and your fingers trail along his chest, his belly, his face. Writing love notes on his skin. He plays with your hair and watches you with love sparkling in his dark eyes. 

You're home.

[ The End ]

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Summer 85 - Eddie Munson (2)

Part 2 (2/?)

Part 1

Summary: After a long day at work, you meet your crush in the parking lot. Little did you know, Eddie Munson is a real gentlemen.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Warning: Swearing. I think thats all. It’s pretty much fluff.

Author’s note: WOW, (I’m still scared !) I absolutely don’t know what happened. I just posted the first part more for myself and for fun. Next thing I know, a LOT of people are looking forward for the next part ! Thank you so much ! I don’t think this part is as good as the first one, and I’m not sure if it makes sens. But I kinda want it to be this way. And I’m still pretty happy about it! I do hope you enjoy it ! (sorry if I repeat words a lot TvT) **Also, I mention a few songs and music artists in this one, please let me know if you would like a spotify playlist including the songs and artists in question ! I suggest very much to go look at the artists if you don’t know about them cuz they are all great !**

I was asked to tag people but really idk how tumblr works much for now so I’m sorry TvT

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It was night, you just closed the parlor and went your way. Robin and Steve were following you a few feet behind, just to make sure it’s not a creepy guy who would harasse you in the parking lot. But Eddie Munson was standing there, at the parking lot, his back against his van. He seemed to be looking around, nervous. His hair, that was earlier tied into a low bun, was now untied and falling over his shoulders. He was smoking a cigarette. You really thought he was hot, there, in the dark of the parking lot, the street lamp light coming down on him.

You stopped yourself a bit far from him, out of his sight. You turned to look behind you, and both of your coworkers were hiding behind a car, looking at you. You were tired and still had your uniform on. You felt ashamed to approach him wearing… This kinda crap. But Steve was giving you the thumbs up to go on and meet him.

‘’Oh hey Y/N!’’ Eddie Munson called you, throwing his cigarette to the concrete floor and stepping on it. You looked at him, he had his huge smile on and yet again felt your cheeks flush with heat. You approached slowly, looking away from him, scared to look into his eyes. ‘’Hey’’ you simply said, not really knowing what to say.

‘’So…’’ He laughed a little approaching you, putting his hands on his hips. ‘’You did came ! That’s great !’’

‘’Yeah.’’ You really didn’t know what to say and you were scared to talk and show off your emotions. So you just, stood there, looking at the concrete and the awkward silence taking in the space between you two.

Eddie approached you a bit more and leaned in front of you, so your eyes could meet. He smiled at you. ‘’Why so shy ?’’ He asked.

‘’What ?’’ You said, trying to look away again, but every time your eyes were looking at something different, Eddie was jumping into your view, with his big smile. For some reason, that made you laugh. So your last option was to hide your face. ‘’No ! Don’t hide ! Did you know your eyes are beautiful ? No joke.’’ He said taking your hands in his and getting them away from your face. He was now holding your hands. His hands weren’t very soft, they were a bit rough at the touch. Probably because he played a lot of guitar, or did hard work, or something like that. Holding his hands felt like a lightning bolt rushing through your veins, it made you hold your breath. You decided to look right into his eyes.

‘’I wish I’d have something else to wear.’’ Was the first thing you said, but then quickly added. ‘’I mean, I worked all day, it smells like ice cream and I’m kinda feeling shitty right now because of the smell, it stinks ice cream. And you know working for hours with ice cream, you just wanna get changed and all, I mean… Huh.’’ You were talking so fast. You were nervous and it showed. ‘’Sorry’’ you added in a sigh as you decided to part your hands from his.

‘’It’s ok. I get it I guess. Well not really but anyways. Maybe you should go home.’’ He said, playing with his hair. For a second you just stood there in silence, nodding your head.

‘’I guess so. Then hum…’’ You paused, didn’t know what to do. ‘’Then, see you next time.’’ You turned, ready to leave.

But Eddie looked at you surprised. He took your hand again, so you could stay. ‘’Where are you going ? I could give you a ride home maybe ? Well… It’s up to you of course but, isn’t it a bit scary to walk all the way home alone in the dark? My old man never really thought me how to be a gentlemen, but I know how to be polite at least.’’

You felt your knees weak. Eddie ‘’The Freak’’ Munson wanted to give you a ride home. You took a second to actually think about it. Of course you wanted to say yes, but staying next to him for a few minutes would leave you unable to speak, or breath, probably. But, it was now or never. You took your courage in your hands and smiled at him.

‘’Yes, sure… Hum… Thank you.’’ You said as he let go of your hand. He smiled and nodded, turning and going to his van to open you the passenger seat’s door. Politely, like a gentlemen, he bowed and showed you the seat. Before jumping in, you looked in Robin and Steve’s direction, they were all smiling and giving you too many thumbs up. So you did enter the van.

Eddie closed the car’s door behind you and you attached your seat belt. He then went to his driver’s seat and started the engine. Loud music started to pour out the car’s radio. A bit too loud, the second after he started the car, Eddie turned the volume down for you. Jesus. It smelled so much like him. It smelled a bit of weed too, but you didn’t mind. As he drove away from Starcourt Mall, he then asked you were you lived and the trajectory. You responded as your curiosity piked when you saw some music tapes thrown a bit everywhere in the car. One was on the floor at your feet, so you took it and looked at the title.

‘’Holy Diver… Dio’’ You murmured, more to yourself. You guessed it was heavy metal, it would be more surprising to find a cassette of Madonna around here, really.

‘’Oh, it’s metal, you probably don’t know much about it.’’ Tried to guess Eddie, turning his eyes to you for a sec. You smiled a little. ‘’Well, it depends. I don’t know every metal groups of all times. I do know a couple, probably the more obvious ones, like Metallica or Black Sabbath. I like it but I wouldn’t listen to it every day.’’ You said, more comfortable as music always was a subject you loved talking about.

‘’Really huh ! Oh right ! You told me you wanted to be a radio host once.’’ He said, his eyes on the road, snapping his fingers as he remembered. You stopped to breath for a second. He remembered what you said to him ? Instead of responding to him, you just tried to concentrate on the cassette in your hands. But your thoughts were going back and fort in your mind so fast, it made you whisper.

‘’You remembered.’’

‘’I did.’’ He said, in the same tone, but a bit louder than you. You looked at him, he was biting his lower lip, eyes still on the road, drumming his fingers nervously on the steering wheel. ‘’I also remember you humming Edge of Seventeen when you tried to focus on the work.’’ He added in a chuckle, looking at you for a brief moment. He stopped at a house, looking at the number. The lights were out and no car was parked at the front. This meant your parents were out. ‘’And I think we’re here ! It’s your house right ?’’

You were a bit surprised, you didn’t really remember humming one of your favorite songs during that homework session with Eddie. But you knew he wasn’t wrong. Humming a song during work was a habit. You only forced yourself not to hum when you were at the library or during an exam. But humming always helped you focus on work.

‘’Wait what ?’’ You asked turning yourself to Eddie, smiling a little. ‘’How did you know it was Edge of Seventeen ?’’

He snorts at you for a second and responded ‘’Common baby, I know I love Metal, but I’m not that uncultured.’’

‘’Baby ?’’ You asked looking right into his eyes, surprised. Now, it was his turn to be shy, and it was your turn to smile. His face became a bit red and he shook his head, like he betrayed himself and couldn’t believe it.

‘’Yeah ! I never said that. You never herd me. It was… The wind!’’ That made you laugh out loud. Eddie was looking at you, smiling, admiring you and your beautiful smile. He also looked at your hands realizing you were still holding onto that Dio cassette. ‘’You know, you can keep it.’’

You stopped laughing and looked at the cassette. It was obvious he was talking about it. ‘’Keep it? I don’t think so, I might borrow it.’’

‘’I still could buy myself a new one, you know.’’

‘’But borrowing it gives me a reason to come and see you again.’’ You said, with your shy smile growing a little. You couldn’t believe what you just said. It really came out of your mouth. Eddie opened his mouth in a big ‘’O’’ shape and chuckled. He seemed surprised. It was unusual from you to say things like this. It amused him.

‘’Flirting are we !’’ He said, teasing. Then he nodded. ‘’Okay, then, you can borrow it. But know that I have many many records and tapes you can borrow, whenever. Just let me know.’’ There it is, he tilted his head on the side and looked at you with some sort of puppy eyes. That was just adorable.

‘’Actually, I have an idea.’’ You said, looking at the tape of Dio. ‘’Why not, I borrow from you…’’ Your look went back up to Eddie’s. ‘’And you borrow one of my tapes. I have a shit load of music tapes at home. Just come inside and choose one!’’

Eddie looked at you in silence, mouth opened, his tongue a little bit out. He scratched his chin with his finger and seemed to think. ‘’Well, I’m not sure your parents will be happy to see a ‘’Freak’’ with their sweet little angle child in their home.’’

‘’Eddie, they’re clearly not here. And you’re not a freak.’’ You said. He still took a moment to think. ‘’And that’s huh… An invitation I imagine ?’’ You nodded, your heart beating so fast. You couldn’t believe it, all your fears going away, getting better at this, smiling, taking over the conversation, things you usually didn’t do. You were still as shy but, you managed to talk to Eddie and, even flirt with him. For some reason, Eddie made you feel comfortable. ‘’Well, I guess I could choose one or two.’’ He finally agreed.

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‘’You can look around for a tape, I’m just gonna get changed.’’ You said as you opened your bedroom door, letting Eddie enter after you. Your heart was racing you almost thought you were about to have a cardiac arrest. Eddie was in your room. In your room. In. Your. Room. For a minute you couldn’t think of what to do.

You forgot to clean your bedroom earlier in the day. There were clothes hanging around, a bit everywhere, but not much honestly. Your bed was messy too. You were suddenly very aware of the bra that was on your bedside table. You just came to your bed very fast to hide it in your laundry basket. But Eddie was looking around and didn’t see you in action. You had a bookshelf corner, filled with music tapes instead of books. On the floor, there were the books that were supposed to go on your bookshelves. You had a desk filled with paper and pens and, of course your walkman laying there was ready for you to come back and listen to another tape. You went for your dresser and picked up some clean clothes to change into. When you turned, Eddie was looking at your music tapes. ‘’Be right back. You can stay here.’’ You said as you left your bedroom so fast in direction of your bathroom. Once in the bathroom, you looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to slowly breath so you don’t panic over the fact that Eddie ‘’SEXY’’ Munson was in your bedroom. You changed yourself in some comfortable pajamas and went back into your bedroom. You started to clean up a little, shy about him seeing all your clothes and some junk thrown a bit everywhere in your room.

‘’You don’t have to clean up, yah know. My trailer is way worse than your bedroom.’’ He said in a small laugh, looking at a tape he took in his hands. ‘’You do have an insane amount of tapes.’’

‘’What can I say, music is my passion.’’ You said, putting your clothes in your laundry basket. He turned to you for a second, with a shy smile on.

‘’Then, maybe you could offer me some advise.’’ He said, putting back your Stevie Nicks tape at its right place. You saw his hand fall into his back pockets. You just looked at him for a moment, the same way as you did earlier at Scoops Ahoy. He was standing there, looking at your bookshelf and waiting on your advise. Beautiful in the dim light of your bedroom. You woke a little from your daydream and went to the bookshelf and searched for a tape.

‘’I guess you don’t like pop music.’’

‘’Not my music of choice indeed. I don’t like it when it’s too catchy.’’

So you looked at the more rock/punk and blues genres you had in your collection. You had albums from the 60s, 70s and early 80s.

‘’Mhh.. Maybe The Gun Club or The Fans. Or even The Clash maybe. It’s difficult to find something you might like and still not know. You seem to already listen to rock music a lot.’’ You heard a cute snort and continued to look around.

‘’Actually not that much. Well, pop rock especially. Maybe from time to time I hear songs on the radio, but I listen to a lot of metal music and really hard rock songs, so… Yeah. Don’t know much more about all the different rock genres.’’

‘’Have you listened to Queen before ?’’ You asked, taking the tape A Night At The Opera from Queen. ‘’I mean, yeah of course. I know more of their really early songs that shaped trash metal music, up until Stone Cold Crazy, but I never really looked more into this group…’’ He shrugged, tilting his head on one side and crossing his arms over his chest. His look fell at his shoes. ‘’So you never heard Bohemian Rhapsody, the most rock ’n’ roll song of all time.’’

‘’Bohow what ?’’ He said, his head back up looking at you. That made you laugh so hard. You shook your head and went to your stereo. You couldn’t believe it. Eddie Munson was listening to so much metal music that he was missing out the other good stuff ?

‘’So you’re telling me that you know Stevie Nicks… But missed out on Queen ? I can’t believe you don’t even know Bohemian Rhapsody! You never heard of it? It’s the most known rock song of all time ! And you told me you were cultured!’’ He shook his head as you continued to add more comments about your favorite song, and the fact that he didn’t know about it.

‘’I told you pop rock is just not made for me. I barely know Queen.’’ He said in a snort.

You put the tape in your stereo and started to skip the first songs of the album until Bohemian Rhapsody started to play. The first words started to pour out of your stereo, forming a beautiful melody that you knew too much, and still loved till this day:

Is this the real life ? Is this just fantasy ?

Caught in a landslide…

’’This song, mister metalhead, is the best song of all time, it is not just pop rock, it’s hard rock, alternative, whatever the fuck you want it to be, even opera, and more different styles too! All at the same time ! It shaped the next years of rock and I believe a part of metal too.’’

That took him off guard. He just listened to the song, looking right at you, smiling a little and nodding his head. Aside Edge of Seventeen, Bohemian Rhapsody was your favorite song. Freddie Mercury’s voice rang into your ears, and you started to move your lips at the same time. Smiling and whispering the words, so Eddie could hear the song instead of hearing you scream out the lyrics out of your lungs. You really forced yourself not to scream the words.

He found his way to your desk’s chair and sat, just the time to listen to it. He seemed focused. And you found your way to your bed. Heads in the clouds, daydreaming yet again. You remembered watching the music video on your tv, just once, and it opened you a door to so many different songs and music genres. You always dreamed to meet the band, you had so many questions in mind, so many things to say to Queen. It’s because of Bohemian Rhapsody that you started listening to other artists, to rock and metal and grunge and punk.

‘’Shit, it’s like listening 4 different songs.’’ He said, his eyes still on the stereo and head banging a little as the hard rock part came in.

You finally started to sing out loud, your favorite part coming on. ‘’So you think you could stone me and spit in my eye ! So you think you can love me and leave me to die?! Ooooh bab…’’

But then, right before you could continue, you heard the front door of your house open, steps coming in. ‘’Y/N ! We’re home ! Oh honey she’s again blasting the house down with her darn music. Y/N ? Y/N ! Low the volume down !’’ You heard your mom call.

You jumped out of your bed, surprised. You went straight to your stereo and stopped the music. ‘’Shit.’’ You let out in a whisper as you took the tape out with shaky hands. Eddie stood up and looked at you, trying to figure out what to do as your parents came home. ‘’Huh’’ You put the in its box and approached Eddie to give it to him. ‘’The window !’’

‘’Wait you’re throwing me out the window ?’’ He whispered, surprised as you pushed him toward your bedroom window. Your bedroom was on the first floor so it wasn’t dangerous for him to jump out and go safely to his van. ‘’No choice, if my parents see you…’’ ‘’I told you that !’’ He whispered anxiously as you opened your window. He jumped out, but before going, he turned to you. His two hands were gripping yours. ‘’I didn’t say that in an angry way. Don’t feel bad about the shit I say sometimes. Please’’ You snort and look right at him.

‘’I’m still working tomorrow. Maybe you could come by...’’

He leaned in and softly kissed your lips. You didn’t respond, because you didn’t know what to do. You did have your first kiss before this one, but right now, you just couldn’t believe he was kissing you right there, out of the blue. He took a step back and put his hand on his mouth. ‘’Sorry! I hope it wasn’t your first or something I huh… I just… It’s just…’’ His voice was shaking a bit and you could feel his nervousness. He seemed very different than earlier at the ice cream parlor.

‘’Y/N ? Are you in there ? Can I come in ?’’ Your mom said while opening the door. ‘’Mom I’m changing !’’ You screamed so loud, Eddie was trying his best not to laugh. At least, your mom didn’t enter and closed the door shut.

‘’Oop ! Sorry darling. Take your time !’’

‘’I liked it.’’ You whispered, biting your lips, your heart beating so fast, and now it was your turn. You leaned and left a soft peck on the tip of his lips. ‘’But now go before my dad throws a shoe at you !’’ You whispered in a laugh, your heart beating so hard you swore Eddie could hear it too. Eddie didn’t say bye, he just smiled, putting a hand in his hair and walking backwards while looking at you. He practically fell on his way to his van, because he was too dumbstruck by you, and wasn’t looking where his feet were landing.

Once Eddie was gone, you turned to your door, a huge smile on.

‘’I’m done changing !’’

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Caught Somewhere in Time- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Part 3/?

Summary: You end up in the 80s, 20 years earlier than it should be luckily a certain metalhead is about to make your time in the 80s much easier. Words: 2.9k Warnings: Suggestive themes, drug use

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March 23rd, 1984

It had been a week since you had spoken to Eddie. You’d spent the past week sneaking glances at him, trying to not get caught by him or Steve. Steve would occasionally catch you and whenever he did he would tease you, and tell you to go talk to him. But you didn’t, you wanted to but you were scared that you would get all flustered and embarrass yourself. ‘If you don’t ask him out, I will.’ Steve said catching you staring at Eddie again. ‘Aw Steve, I didn’t know you liked men.’ You teased him. ‘That’s not what I meant and you know it. Besides I clearly like women.’ He said indicating to Nancy who he had his arm around. ‘I will speak with him today.’ That wasn’t a lie. You had used up your supply and needed some more so you planned on meeting him today which is why you were currently trying to get him to notice you.   ‘Liar. You’re just going to keep staring at him like you are right now.’ ‘I’m trying to get his attention.’ You mumbled. Maybe you should just go up and talk to him although it’s not like you could just say ‘hey got any weed?’, not exactly subtle. Just as you were thinking of slipping a note in his locker, he looked your way smiling and waving at you. You waved back before making a smoking signal at him. He nodded in acknowledgement of what you meant before looking back to his friends. ‘Hello.’ Steve said waving his hand in front of his face. You looked towards him and glared. ‘It makes no sense, you’ve got superpowers and are from the future yet here you are blushing like a normal teenage girl.’ ‘I am a normal teenage girl… mostly.’ ‘Yeah, cause all girls can set things on fire with their minds.’ You open your mouth to respond but you’re interrupted by Nancy. ‘Could you two please stop bickering? You’re like children.’ You both mumble an apology. It was true, you guys constantly poked fun at each other and wound each other up but it was just the way your relationship was, even if it was tedious for those on the outside. ‘Anyway, Y/N, you’re okay with making your own way home today right? Me and Nance have plans.’ ‘Yeah, that’s fine. I can figure it out.’

You skipped study hall again in order to meet Eddie, walking out to the woods and sitting down on the bench. You sat jiggling your leg nervously, what if you said something stupid? Or if Eddie didn’t understand what you meant and didn’t show? Or if he did understand but thought you were weird and didn’t show anyway? ‘You seem nervous. Am I that scary?’ Eddie said breaking you out of your thoughts with a start. ‘Sorry, seem to keep scaring you.’ ‘It’s alright. Just maybe next time, don’t come up behind me.’ You laugh. ‘Next time huh?’ He smiled at you placing his metal box on the table and opening it. ‘Same as last time then?’ ‘Yeah, that sounds good.’ You said pulling a twenty out of your pocket and handing it over to him. He handed you the baggy which you quickly shoved in your backpack and stood up. At least you could tell Steve you spoke to Eddie even if it was for like 2 minutes and was only to buy drugs. ‘Nice skirt. Don’t think I’ve ever seen you in one.’ ‘Oh umm yeah, I decided to switch it up.’ You said looking down at the denim miniskirt you definitely hadn’t put on today because you knew you’d be talking to Eddie. Just like how you hadn’t spent extra time on your hair and makeup this morning for Eddie. ‘Well, it suits you. You’ve got nice legs.’ You felt your face get hot at the compliment. You tried to respond but your mouth and brain weren’t cooperating so instead you stood there awkwardly staring at him, feeling like an idiot. You didn’t understand the effect this man had on you. You’d had crushes before but none of them turned you into an idiot and made you feel the same way Eddie had. ‘So I’ll see you next Friday then?’ Eddie asked breaking the awkward silence between the two of you. ‘Yeah probably.’ You said looking down at the ground. ‘Actually, you live at the trailer park, right?’ ‘Yeah, I do why?’ He asked with a puzzled look on his face. ‘Well I live there too and normally Steve takes me home but he’s busy tonight so I was wondering if you’d be able to take me home. Just cause I don’t have a car, well I also don’t have a licence and it’s really far to walk. I mean it’s totally okay if you don’t want to, I can walk or ask Jonathan or something. Actually, yeah it was stupid for me to ask, I’ll just-‘ ‘Whoa, I can take you home, it’s alright. We can leave now if you want.’ He said standing up. ‘Yeah, that’s great let’s go.’ You both walked over to his van approaching from the passenger side. He opened the passenger side door and gestured for you to get in. ‘Didn’t realise you were such a gentleman.’ You climbed into the van which smelt of cigarettes and weed. You didn’t mind the smell, mainly cause you were far too focused on the fact that you now had to make small talk with your crush as he drove you. This was a terrible idea, maybe you could just get out of the car and run and hide or maybe you could get set yourself on fire using your powers. Then you’d never have to deal with crushes or anything again. ‘You alright? Cause you seem to be staring really intensely at that tree.’ He said starting the car and driving away from the school. ‘Yeah, I’m fine. Just in my own world.’ You said glancing over at him. You couldn’t help but notice how amazing his side profile was. You just wanted to lean over and kiss his jaw. ‘You live at the small trailer a few down from mine right?’ ‘Umm yeah, that’s my home.’ It was quite small even compared to other trailers but that’s because it was just you and although you would like to live somewhere nicer it’s not like you had the money to. ‘I’ve never seen your parents around. Do they work weird hours or something?’ ‘No, I live alone, no parents. Just me.’ ‘Ah, yeah I get it. I just live with my uncle.’ He didn’t ask anymore questions which you appreciated. You had a story prepared for if anyone questioned you but you were scared he’d be able to tell you were lying. The rest of the car journey passed in comfortable silence and before you knew it you were pulling up at the trailer park. Eddie parked outside his trailer, opening his door and running round to open yours for you before you could open it yourself. ‘Thanks.’ You said jumping out of the van. ‘And thanks for taking me home.’ ‘It’s alright, anytime.’ You smiled at him, starting to walk back to your house before you heard him call your name. ‘Do you want to come in for a smoke? My uncle had to leave early for work today so the place is empty.’ He said pointing towards his trailer. ‘Yeah sure.’ You said walking back towards him and following him into his trailer. It was messy and dark but it felt more like an actual home than your trailer did. ‘We can go into my room. That way we don’t stink up the entire place.’ He said walking into his room, you trailed behind him. You couldn’t actually believe you were going into his room. It was messy, messier than you expected, and full of way too much stuff for a room but it felt perfectly him. You glanced around, standing in the doorway, while Eddie rummaged through some shelves. ‘Go sit on my bed. Make yourself at home.’ He said still looking for what you assumed was his personal stash. You walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, taking off your docs before swinging your legs up onto the bed. You continued to look around until your eyes landed on the guitar that was hanging up. ‘No way! Is that a Warlock NJ?’ You said looking at the guitar. ‘Yeah, it is. You play? Ah ha here is it.’ He said pulling out a small box and sitting down beside you on the bed, before opening it up and pulling out a pre-rolled joint. ‘Yeah I used to have my dad’s old Strat but I couldn’t take it with me and can’t afford a new one so haven’t played in a while.’ You said as he lit the joint and took a hit. ‘Well you can play mine anytime you want, I mean obviously under strict supervision from me as she is my love.’ He said passing the joint over to you. You took a hit and laughed. ‘She?’ You grinned at him. ‘Yeah, don’t make fun of her.’ ‘I’m not. I’m making fun of you.’ You felt a lot more comfortable, partly because of the weed, partly because Eddie was just easy to talk to. You didn’t understand why everyone thought he was evil or satanic. He was just a nerd, a very hot nerd who you had a crush on and turned you into a bumbling idiot but a nerd nonetheless. ‘So, you like metal right? What’s your favourite band?’ ‘You quizzing me to see if I’m a true metal fan.’ You joked. ‘Nah I’m not an asshole.’ He said genuinely offended that you would think he was that type of guy. ‘I mean it’s hard to choose but if I had to, I’d have to say Black Sabbath, they’re classic.’ It wasn’t necessarily a lie, you loved Black Sabbath but considering neither HIM nor Nine Inch Nails existed at this point you couldn’t exactly tell him those were your favourite bands. ‘Good choice. Especially from someone wearing a The Cure shirt.’ You looked down at your Boys Don’t Cry shirt and pouted. ‘Hey don’t diss The Cure. They’re great.’ ‘They’re whiny.’ ‘They are not whiny, their music is amazing. They’re probably my favourite band.’ You pulled the joint that the two of you had been passing back and forth from his hand and placed it in between your lips. ‘You just said Sabbath were your favourite band.’ He raised an eyebrow at you. ‘Favourite metal band. Not favourite band overall.’ You corrected. ‘Whatever.’ He said reaching for the joint in between your fingers but you pulled it away from him. ‘Nope, you can’t have it until you admit The Cure aren’t whiny.’ ‘Absolutely not.’ He said, leaning over you to try and grab it as you moved your hand further away. ‘I let you smoke my personal stash and you don’t even share.’ ‘Well yeah, I only share with people who appreciate good music.’ You laugh but stopped when you realised that Eddie was practically lying on top of you. You took a deep breath, realising he was so close that the ends of his hair were tickling your cheeks. ‘I think you’re the one who doesn’t know what good music is.’ He said grabbing your wrist pulling it towards his mouth and taking a puff out the joint while you held it. Your mind was practically blank and all you could think about was his hand wrapped around your wrist the cold metal of his rings pressing into your skin. ‘You’ve got really nice hands.’ He spoke as he removed his lips from the joint. You tried to come up with a response but before you could, his lips pressed to your hands, kissing your palm before moving down to your wrist. You groaned slightly at the feeling, you knew the weed was lowering your inhabitants, you wouldn’t normally let someone that you hardly knew get so close to you, but right now you didn’t care. You felt him remove his lips from your wrist and you moved your hand, taking a shaky drag of the joint. Eddie was still on top of you smiling down at you. ‘This is some good shit.’ You cringed at yourself. Was the really the best you could come out with right now? God, you were an embarrassment. ‘Yeah, that’s why I keep it for myself.’ He started to lean closer and you took a shaky breath. He glanced down and then stopped. ‘Is that a tattoo?’ Your skirt had ridden up slightly revealing the small flower that was on your upper thigh. It was one of the many attempts you had made to feel like a normal teenager. Like you didn’t get kidnapped by a shady government organisation and were now stuck in the past. ‘Umm, yeah it’s fairly new. Got it for my birthday.’ You went to pull your skirt back down but he stopped you. ‘A rose right?’ ‘Peony actually, it’s my favourite flower.’ ‘You have a favourite flower?’ He smirked at you. ‘I’m a girl. It’s like the law or something that I have to have a favourite flower.’ ‘The law?’ He raised an eyebrow at you. ‘Yeah, it’s the law. Just like how, as a girl, I’m meant to like pink frilly dresses.’ ‘I bet you’d look great in a pink frilly dress, it seems like something you’d wear.’ He laughed. ‘Oh shut up.’ You said shoving him away.

You awoke when you felt the bed underneath you move. You blinked slightly trying to figure out where the hell you were, looking around you remembered you had been at Eddie’s and must’ve fallen asleep. You guys had spent the rest of the evening talking and joking around, nothing else had happened between the two of you but you’d had a good time nonetheless. ‘Good morning.’ You heard someone say. You looked and saw that your head was resting on Eddie’s chest and his arms were wrapped around you. ‘Morning.’ You yawned, stretching slightly. ‘I was going to sleep on the couch but you kind of have a death grip.’ ‘Oh, I’m sorry.’ You said sitting up. ‘I didn’t realise.’ ‘It’s alright. It was kind of nice.’ He sat up as well, stretching. ‘We should do this again.’ ‘We should. I enjoyed spending time with you.’ ‘I enjoyed spending time with you too. You’re pretty cool.’ ‘I should probably go home and shower. I’ve got plans today. Do you know what time it is?’ ‘Umm yeah, it’s 2:15. Huh, we slept in late.’ 2:15? Shit Joyce was meant to be picking you up at 2 as you had to go to the laundromat today. ‘Oh fuck. I’m late.’ You stood up off the bed and gather your stuff up off the floor. ‘I’ll see you later.’ ‘See you.’

You ran out of the trailer and saw Joyce’s car parked outside your trailer. You ran over and saw the car was empty but heard Joyce calling your name from around the back of your trailer. You jogged round and saw her standing there looking around for you. ‘Sorry. I slept over at a friend's last night.’ You said walking over to her. She wrapped her arms around you. ‘Don’t do that I was so scared.’ You felt guilty. You hadn’t meant to sleep in or even stay over and you certainly hadn’t meant to worry Joyce. Not after everything you’d been through. ‘Have you been smoking weed?’ ‘No.’ You quickly answered, your eyes widening. You probably reeked of weed. ‘Y/N Y/L/N, do you know how bad that is for you. Especially at your age.’ You winced. Joyce was the closest you had to a parent here which meant she also was responsible for giving you the lectures your parents normally would. ‘I’m sorry.’ You apologised. ‘Can I have a shower and then we can go?’ ‘You can. But were continuing this discussion afterward.’ You nodded, walking into your trailer.

Once you had had a shower and got dressed, you walked out to join Joyce in the car. The whole way to Main Street, she lectured you about the dangers of doing drugs. You should feel bad right now but you could almost smile. You missed your parents every day and it was moments like this that you felt like you almost had a parent. Joyce might not be your biological parent but she was the closest you could get. The two of you stopped at the laundromat and loaded your clothes into the machine before heading to the grocery shop while your clothes were being cleaned. ‘So who did you stay with last night? Because I can’t imagine Nancy to be the type to smoke.’ Joyce asked as you grabbed a box of cereal off the shelf. ‘No, it wasn’t Nancy. It’s a new friend. You wouldn’t know him- her.’ You corrected yourself, realising you had fucked up. ‘Him? It was a boy?’ She asked as you both continued to walk through the supermarket. ‘Yes, but he’s just a friend, nothing more.’ ‘Are you sure? Because you’re all red. I hope you're being safe if you're spending nights with a boy.’ ‘Oh my god, we didn’t do anything.’ Although that wasn’t technically the truth you didn’t have sex so that’s all Joyce needed to know. ‘You seem to forget that I was once a teenager. So I want you to be safe.’ She said, grabbing a box of condoms off the shelf. ‘Oh my god.’

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Second Chances WIP

This is a bit of the new long-fic I'm working on for Cleon. Meet-cute fluff before shit gets weird and angsty. An AU without zombies, nothing goes wrong that night they both first go to Raccoon City, they meet and fall in love like regular people.

Rating/tags: General, fluff, first kiss

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“Why didn’t you bring your bike?” He asks, with clear disapproval on the word bike.

“It’s healthy to walk,” she laughs, “besides, gas is going up and I am just a college student. Sometimes I wait tables with my roommate at her job when they’re busy but it doesn’t pay all that great.” 

“In that case,” he hesitates, “Can I walk you home?”

“Sure, it’s the opposite way from your place though.”

“I don’t mind. It’s healthy to walk.” He shares her smile and it looks good on him.

With a speed that only southern summer rain can, the clouds gather and they have to accept that they’re about to get soaked. Debating on making a run for it, Claire laughs, opening up her arms, “well, regretting your offer now?”

Leon’s expression seems for all the world like a plane could drop down to the ground next to him and he wouldn’t notice, the way he’s looking at her, she could be the only person on the planet and it makes her breath catch in her chest. Then the first droplets of rain hit him and he blinks, shaking his head with a grin and Claire gleefully notes how red his face gets as he scratches the back of his neck. 

“No, I don’t mind a little rain.” 

A little turns into quite a lot actually and they’re both near soaked by the time Chris’ house is in sight. “Oh, Chris is home.” Claire notes curiously, “the search and rescue must have gone well.”

Leon walks her up the steps, making sure she gets in alright and he’s got such good manners it makes her smile, if her mom could have met him, yeesh- she’d be planning their wedding already. 

“How… how do you seem so familiar?” Leon asks suddenly, an easy smile giving way to something more intense, shaking his head. “It’s like every time I see you I feel like I’m remembering you more and more.”

Claire feels it too, like she’s been looking to get him to laugh a particular way, predicting his expressions seconds before they cross his face. 

He looks uncomfortable, “Sorry, that was such a corny thing to say.”

“No, me too.” She reassures, “like we used to be friends or something. But I’m pretty sure I’d remember you.” Leon cracks a smile when she winks at him again.

“I was going to do this earlier before you asked me out,” he turns bright red but she shushes him, “here. My number. I have a roommate, so if someone else answers don’t freak out.”

“Thanks,” he says quietly, stowing the napkin she’d stolen when he wasn’t looking safely into his wallet. He leans forward and she’s holding her breath, trying not to lean in as well to get closer-

He shakes his head once, light hair falling into his eyes as he looks up at her with the perfect delicious blend of sweet shyness and wanting. She wants to eat him alive. Losing his nerve he smiles ruefully and takes a step back down the narrow staircase.

“Goodnight, Claire.” And she can’t help but feel disappointment even though it doesn’t feel like he’s trying to run from her. She waves, watching him go, deciding whether or not to call out to him before he stops halfway down the steps, shoulders tense. She thinks she might hear him say something like “Screw it” as he turns and bounds up the steps back to her. 

Startled, she laughs- nervous, happy giggles bubbling up as he holds her face gently in his hands and looks at her so seriously, “Claire, can I kiss you?”

“Absolutely.”

For all his shyness and how unsure he seemed- Hell. She doesn’t give a damn about the rain, or her brother just behind the door she’s now leaning on, needing something to hold her up; this boy is something else. She should feel trapped with her back pressed to the wooden frame, with his hands still cradling her face but his lips on hers are soft and gentle. His thin shirt is twisted into her fingers as she pulls him closer and he doesn’t resist, letting her crush them closer together. Unable to help herself, Claire smiles, laughing when he pulls away, resting his forehead on hers.

“What?” He whispers and Claire closes her eyes to try and cement the memory of his hand sliding through her hair and pulling free the elastic, the way whatever detergent he uses mixes with the smell of rain.

Opening her eyes she realizes Leon is hesitating, worried, “Nothing, just glad you did that.” Claire catches him by surprise before he can answer, rocking up onto her toes and he wraps his arms around her to pull her close, gasping into her mouth-

Warm air rushes suddenly against her back and she loses her balance, held up now only by Leon’s arms. He immediately sets her down and steps back, clearing his throat as Chris glares exasperated from the now open doorway. Chris shakes his head, mouth in a taut line,

“Jesus Christ, really?” 

#my writing #cleon #resident evil #claire/leon #claire redfield #leon s kennedy #claire redfield/leon s kennedy

[justlydiasworld]

A Second Choice

Pairing: Robin Buckley x F!Reader

Summary: Robin asked you out for Prom and you couldn’t be any happier. As you wait patiently for her to pick you up, it starts to rain. Pouring rain. You thought she would’ve just forgot about you and that was fine, so Steve took you there with his own car. As you got out of the car, you see something or someone in the rain. And you did not like it.

Warning: mega angst, misunderstandings, oblivious robin again, hurt reader, strong emotions and language.

Authors note: I will be making a part two if I get the chance to, please comment if you would like to be tagged on the next part! Also heads up, my inbox and messages are open to anybody and everybody. I take in requests, blurbs,ideas,etc. Anything to please you guys<33

“So would you be my..prom date (y/n)?” Robin said while she plays with the buttons on her Jean jacket,and she was nervous that you might say no so she really doubted it at first.You were pretty sure she rehearsed that line for hours,knowing how Robin usually is.But again you thought it was just a friend way,because she only had eyes for vickie or that’s what you thought. “Yeah definitely!” You gave her a huge smile and Robin just looks at you instead of playing with the buttons.

“Really? Oh my gosh- uh- wow- I didn’t expect you to say yes-“ her hands were all over the place,it was so adorable. You took your textbooks out and closed your locker, you started to chuckle at Robin’s expression. She looked at you again and just couldn’t help but plaster a genuine smile. “I’ll pick you up after school okay?” She said with another smile. “That’s great, I’ll get ready before you get to pick me up then!” You said in response.Robin was so proud of herself and just turned around to head to her class. You could see her wavy dirty blonde hair bounce. She’s so happy that you said yes, it almost melted your heart.

As you were leaving Hawkins high, you walked pass Vickie and Robin talking against a few lockers. They’re laughing and having sweet moments together. And all you could ever do was look from afar. You sigh and held your book bag close,then quickly picked up your pace and left. “Hm,prom date huh? I knew I was nothing compared to vickie. I mean that’s who Robin wanted anyways..” you thought to yourself. Almost wanting to choke by the lie that Robin said.

But in Robin’s point of view. It was different.

“I got my date! I finally asked out (y/n) to prom!” Robin was so pumped up and excited.She wanted to ask you for years,but you always had these other guys that asked you,so she was just bummed.But now everything is different.And vickie was a really supportive friend towards Robin too. “I’m so happy for you Robin!and my boyfriend asked me out too!!” Vickie said while her hands were on her face,just thinking about the jock Dan made her blush .Robin was too focused on what just happened earlier that she forgot that vickie was still there. Not until she realized you walked past them. Robin wanted to say hey,but you walked way too fast for her to even say a thing. So all she was left with were words that never left her lips.

. . .

You paced back and forth inside your room, trying to think about what to wear. But all you were focused on was that memory of Robin talking to Vickie. You bit your bottom lip and just sighed. You were jealous of her, you really were. But you knew that jealousy wasn’t going to take you anywhere in life, so you took a deep breath and looked through your closet.

Now you regret not going to the mall with your mom. You were digging in your closet,trying to find something that would be beautiful on you. As soon as you wanted to give up, you see a bag poke out with a pile of clothes that you just threw. It was a birthday gift, from Robin, she gave this to you two years ago. You opened the bag and saw something you never thought would see. And it even scared you how the timing was absolutely perfect.It was a beautiful long dark red dress,silky smooth and it hugged your body just fine. You chuckled by the thought of Robin just asking every worker,” hi do you know where to find the most-uhm-beautiful-elegant-perhaps red dress?” And ending it off with a weird smile.

You slide on the red dress and looked at yourself in the mirror. You were truly stunning. The dress made your curves look smaller and it just really suits you. You added some final touches with jewelry,rings, and of course makeup. As you were about to leave your room, you forgot one last thing. Your gift for Robin was left on top of your bed, it was a bouquet. Flowers that just reminded you of Robin and her scent. You snatched it off the bed and quickly left.

A couple minutes have been passed by and there was no sign of Robin. Maybe she just forgot about you? Yeah that’s okay. You knew she wouldn’t actually forget about you,that would be hilarious if she did. Right? I mean she was the one who insisted on picking you up after all.You waited another couple of minutes and it starts to rain. Great,this just makes your day even better. You took the flowers and held it close to your chest,you didn’t want it to get soaking wet. I mean it was a gift for Robin after all.

After another couple of minutes, it was pouring outside. You had enough and dialed up Steve. Too angry to dial up Robin instead.

“Hi this is Steve, who is this?”

“Could you please take me to Hawkins high right now?” You mumbled. Not in a good mood at all.

“Yeah sure, I’ll be there in a quick minute.” He said

You said thanks and he ended the call. As soon as Steve parked in front of your yard, you ran inside his car trying to shield your head with your hand. And sadly that didn’t work. You were now soaking wet, and so were the flowers. Today just couldn’t get any worse.

It was a silent drive there, Steve was focused on driving and it seems like he wasn’t going to prom. He was wearing shorts and a regular white t-shirt. You sighed and thought about what happened to both him and Nancy, they were extremely head over heels for each other,just like me and Robin, but in a friend way,yeah,in a friend way.

Being “just friends” just breaks your heart. Because you actually caught feelings for your best friend, but it was never the same. Because it was vickie that she had eyes for. But anyways there’s no way Nancy would dump Steve like that. It just doesn’t add up. You pushed your hair back and took in a large sum of air, everything was such a blur.

Steve parked in-front of Hawkins high and you opened the door. “Hey,have fun okay?” He looked at you, making sure you had the time of your life there. “I will,don’t worry about me Steve.” You smiled back and proceed to leave the car. It was still pouring rain and Steve wanted to hand you an umbrella but he forgot it, he was in a rush to drop you off here so he didn’t know. You said it was fine and proceeded to leave. The rain was clearly not stopping anytime soon so might as well have fun in the rain. You’re already soaking wet. But the dress seems fine. But your makeup says otherwise.

As soon as you closed the door and held the bouquet of flowers on one hand. You saw Robin in a suit and Vickie with a pretty light blue dress, they were just laughing underneath an umbrella. And they were just a couple feet in front of you.You were soaking wet, tears and the water that fell on your face were mixed together. Mascara running down your face, lipstick smudged. How could she forget you? Were you just her second choice?

You stood there for awhile, realizing that you were just another random person to Robin, like a chess piece. Nothing but a toy in her eyes,that’s exactly what you were to her.The cold air seems to thicken around you and you couldn’t hear a thing, or you didn’t want to hear a thing. Vickie’s little laugh and chuckles.It could be heard miles away. I thought this night was for us. Just us. But it seems like Robin has other plans.

Not even a shattered heart and cold air was enough for your body to react. Everything felt numb. All you could feel was the rain hitting roughly against your cold face. Everything else was in slow motion.Robin’s goal was Vickie and only Vickie. You gripped the flowers tightly, making the petals fall off gently. It fell softly on the wet concrete ground. And as soon as it fell-

-Robin turned around and saw you, she was so happy to see you. Her features were so noticeable now, light blue eyes,plumped and soft lips,freckled face,wavy dirty blonde hair,and a beautiful smile to top everything.She was gorgeous,but you couldn’t say that to her.You just couldn’t. Robin wanted to approach you and run into your arms,as much as she was happy to see you,she didn’t want you to get sick in the rain. She had the biggest goofiest smile ever,Until she saw that look on your face, robins face turned into a shocked frown,she could tell you were not happy.

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#robin buckley #stranger things #robin x y/n #robin x you #robin x reader #maya hawke #angst with a happy ending #actors of stranger things #new fanfic #robin angst #reader angst #robin fluff #writing prompt #prom date #hawkins #vickie stranger things #platonic steve x reader #steve x nancy #steve x reader #platonic #jealous reader

[sheewolf85]

New Fic: The Third Date - part 3 of Puppy-Verse

A look back on the earlier days of Mutt and Reader’s relationship. It's our third date with Puppy-Verse! We're going back in time for this one, to see when Reader realizes she has well and truly fallen in love.

Summary: The rule has always been no sex until the third date. Well, it's your third date with Mutt and your babysitter just cancelled on you. Somehow, Mutt always knows how to make things better.

Notes/warnings: Slight warning for some interrupted sexy times toward the end. Nothing graphic.

Tags: established relationship, Mutt/Reader, Date gone wrong? Except not really? Date gone really right, cuteness overload

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You were both excited and nervous for tonight’s date with Mutt. Your friends all through childhood and college would tell you their rule about no sex until the third date and you had adopted the rule for yourself when you first met someone interested.

Tonight was your third with Mutt and while you were very much ready to take that step with him, your babysitter could only stay for so long and you definitely didn’t want to have to leave afterward. Would it be better to wait until you had someone who could watch your daughter overnight?

You deliberated over your outfit for a long time, all the while Iris begging from the living room to see how pretty you looked for your date. You smiled to yourself in the mirror as you finally settled on something you’d wear for a regular, totally not special date.

A soft, light pink braided sweater that went to the tops of your thighs and tight blue jeans that hugged your ass just right. You’d done your makeup and your hair, so you slipped into a pair of high-heeled sandals and went to play runway with your daughter.

After doing your entire catwalk routine, spinning and all, as Iris clapped. “You look like that one Barbie princess!” she said excitedly, “the one that doesn’t like dresses!”

You sat down on the couch next to Iris and hugged her tight. “Thank you for the compliments honey.”

Iris beamed up at you, her pretty brown eyes sparkling. “I gotta tell the truth, don’t I?” She asked rhetorically. “But if you’re a princess, then what am I?”

You thought about that for a second, coming up blank. “I think you’d be a princess too. I don’t know enough about royalty, I guess.”

“As long as I’m not your servant then that’s okay.”

You snorted and hugged her again. “I say good luck to anyone who tries to make you a servant!”

Iris giggled and hugged you back as much as her tiny arms could reach.

Your phone ringing broke the moment, and you pulled back, expecting it to be Mutt telling you he was either going to be a little early or a little late. He had mentioned needing to get some specifics for your date all tied up and he’d let you know exactly when he’d be there.

Your smile fell in worry when you saw it was your babysitter, Charlotte. She’d been a godsend and you loved how she was with Iris, but there was really only one reason she’d be calling you so soon before she was due to show up.

“I’m so sorry,” she said when you answered. “I just got an email from my economics professor. You know how he said he’d be springing some unexpected quizzes on us throughout the semester? We’re getting one tomorrow, and I am so not ready. I need to study like never before. These quizzes are a third of my grade!”

You really wanted to tell her to get her ass over to your place and study there. It wasn’t like Iris was a lot to handle. At the same time, you remembered how horribly difficult it was to even pass a class with Iris as a baby, and back then you’d had her father around to help. You couldn’t ask her to split her attention, especially when you knew how harsh that professor could be.

You sucked in a deep breath. “I totally understand, Charlotte,” you said as cheerfully as you could. “Study hard, and good luck on your test!”

She thanked you profusely for not being mad before you both hung up.

You sat in silence for a moment, trying to hold back tears, until you felt a tiny hand on your arm.

“Mama?” Iris asked softly. “What’s wrong?”

You sniffled and pulled Iris up onto your lap to hug her tightly. “It’s nothing big, sweetheart. I’m just sad because Charlotte can’t come, which means I can’t go on my date with Mutt.” God it felt like a huge stone in your chest.

Iris squeezed her little arms around your neck. “I can be okay here by myself. I’m a big girl now.”

You couldn’t help but smile and chuckle a little against her hair. “You are a big girl, but Mama’s a big worrywart and I can’t leave you alone.” You knew it was useless to say she was too young. She understood, you knew she did, but she wanted to be brave despite her previous trauma of being left alone.

As you sat holding your daughter, you wondered how you were going to tell Mutt you had to cancel your date. He hadn’t told you what he had planned, but it sounded like he’d put a lot of work into it, and just how disappointed was he going to be that all that work was for nothing?

Before you could work yourself up into a frenzy, there was a knock at the door. Curious, you gently nudged Iris to the side, kissed her head, and got up to see who it was.

Mutt smiled down at you when you opened the door, his purple eye lights dancing over you and forming little hearts as they did. You could never help a little thrill whenever that happened.

“sorry i didn’ call ya; i kinda forgot. damn you look good.”

You felt your blush start from your cheeks and go all the way down to your shoulders. His stare alone was enough to get you thinking about your earlier ideas.

But, alas. You smiled over at Iris. “I’ll be right back in, honey,” you assured her before you stepped out onto the porch with your boyfriend and shut the door. He held out a hand, but you wanted more than that. You stepped up to him and hugged him around the ribs. His arms wrapped around you, and you’d never felt as safe and comfortable as you did in his embrace.

He held you a long moment before he started to realize maybe something wasn’t right. Without pushing you away, he leaned down to kiss the top of your head. “you okay, darlin’?” he asked softly.

You sucked in a shuddering breath and shook your head. Pulling back just enough to look up at him, you said, “I don’t have a babysitter tonight. She called a little bit ago, something with her classes.” You shoved your face back into his chest. “I’m so sorry.”

Mutt hummed and rubbed your back. “why ya sorry?”

You pulled back then, stepping away from him and wiping the stupid tears from under your eyes. “Because I can’t go with you. I know you had something amazing planned and it’s ruined.”

“oh.” He looked so heartbroken that you almost burst into tears right then. Stuffing his hands in his jean pockets, he looked around for a second and you waited for him to just say goodbye and leave.

He looked back at you then, his brow furrowed and his tone hesitant. “don’ suppose ya’d consider lettin’ me ask my bro if he’d watch’er?” he asked. He swallowed and continued, “he’s…good with…he’s real responsible. raised me’n everythin’.”

You stared back at him for a moment, partly thrilled that there might be another option, and yet mostly in disbelief that he’d even ask that. The idea of asking someone you didn’t know to watch Iris, even someone so close to your boyfriend, was painful.

You didn’t have to say a thing.

“know what, never mind,” Mutt said hastily, “y’ain’t even met’im yet ‘n’ere i am tellin’ ya ta leave yer kid with him. ‘m sorry.” He lifted your hand and kissed the back of it.

You were about to shake your head, to tell him it was okay, but he continued.

“so how ‘bout instead we jus’ have a night in?”

Words caught in your throat and you looked up at him with wide eyes. “A what?”

“a night in,” he repeated, smiling that same damn smile that hooked you in the first place. “we could make dinner, maybe play some games ‘r watch a movie.”

“But you put so much work into this date,” you said dumbly.

He shrugged. “ain’t nothin’ that can’ wait.”

“Iris will be here with us.” Why were you trying to talk him out of this?

Mutt only nodded. “yeah, figured so.”

You squeezed his fingers and took a second to think of words. Your planned date night with him had just been ruined and he was not only not angry but also suggesting alternatives that included your daughter? Nobody, not even her own father, wanted to rearrange your dates to include her when child care fell through.

“y’okay, darlin’?” Mutt asked, raising a hand to wipe gently under your right eye.

You nodded. “I think so, yeah. You’re really okay with including her in our night?”

He met your eyes, his eye lights glowing softly. “‘course i am. she’s a great kid, ‘n’ it ain’t her fault her babysitter quit on ya tonight.”

You shoved yourself forward and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. He hugged you gently, rubbing your back as you soaked up his embrace.

Sniffling and a little embarrassed, you leaned back to look up at him again. “I’m sorry I’m such a mess.”

He snorted. “ya call this a mess? darlin’, y’ain’t even hit ‘slightly cluttered’ yet.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks.”

He leaned and kissed you softly. “ready ta go back in?”

You nodded, and the two of you went back inside.

“Hi, Puppy!” She waved excitedly.

Mutt smiled affectionately and sat next to her. “how’s my li’l flower?” He asked as he wrapped an arm around her little shoulders. You sat next to him on his other side.

Iris immediately crawled onto his lap, sitting on her knees on his femur. “I’m happy you’re still here. Where are you and Mama going? Did you tell her she looks pretty? Guys are supposed to do that, you know.”

You could only turn in flustered embarrassment as Mutt chuckled. “is tha’ right? i did tell’er, but thanks fer the reminder. we figured we’d stay in, if yer okay with it.”

You could practically feel the confusion coming from your daughter. “You can have a date in the house? Do I need to stay in my room?”

You shook your head as Mutt continued. “sure can. ain’t gonna be like tha’ kinda date, though. jus’ you, me, an’ mama, maybe some games an’ a movie.”

Then the excitement hit. Her eyes went huge as her grin lit up her face. “You mean I get to do stuff with you guys?”

You leaned into Mutt’s side and rubbed Iris’s back as she bounced happily. “Absolutely.”

You had to admit you had been a little nervous that an actual evening with Mutt and Iris might get a little awkward. Your boyfriend was known to speak in innuendos, make suggestive comments that should probably be censored from the general public, and his language wasn’t exactly clean, but he had so much more going for him that you couldn’t find it in you to care, at least when Iris wasn’t around.

And yet, you didn’t have to say anything at all to him about being appropriate. Iris wasn’t stupid, she’d seen Animal Planet documentaries and knew the very basics of how babies were made, but she was also only three and a half years old; she certainly didn’t need it shoved in her face.

Mutt was a perfect gentleman as you made dinner together. He didn’t seem to know what he was doing, but he took your instruction in stride and never once said anything suggestive about you standing in front of him like that, his body pressed against yours, as you showed him how to make the dish. Instead he kissed your head and asked questions about the process.

All the while, Iris hummed to herself as she drew at the kitchen table. You and Mutt had helped her get all of her coloring supplies from her bedroom out because she wanted to be “where the people were”.

Instead of moving Iris’s art supplies when dinner was ready, the three of you ate in the living room and watched a couple episodes of one of Iris’s favorite shows. She chatted on about the characters she liked the most, which ones she thought were mean, and where she wanted the storyline to go. Mutt surprised you by asking questions and listening to her answers, seeming invested in the little cartoon animals and their dilemmas.

After dinner, Iris asked Mutt to color with her. He gave you a look full of confusing worry.

“we should help yer mama clean up firs’, don’ya think?”

You smiled. “I’ve got this; you two go color.” You hoped you weren’t pushing him to do something he didn’t want to do. Iris could be demanding, but she also needed to know she couldn’t get everything she wanted out of your boyfriends.

Mutt stepped up to the kitchen sink with you. “ya sure, darlin’?” he asked softly. “i don’ mind helpin’.”

You looked up at him and smiled as best as you could. “Only if you want to.”

His brow furrowed and he looked over at Iris, her hopeful expression driving a hole into your heart.

“what i wanna do is color with tha’ cutie over there, but only if yer really okay with it.”

Your smile was genuine this time, and you stood up on your tiptoes to kiss him. “Go color; this will be easy.”

You couldn’t help but glance over at them from time to time as you put leftovers away and washed dishes. Iris was so tiny next to Mutt’s huge frame, the both of them hunched over their drawings and chatting easily about some of Iris’s favorite things.

When everything was cleaned up, you dried your hands and went to color with them. You were no artist, but you’d taught your daughter that you didn’t have to be talented to have fun with art and you weren’t about to get self-conscious about it now.

A few minutes later, Iris suddenly jumped from her chair with a paper in hand and ran around to stand between you and Mutt.

“Look!” she shouted, holding the paper out. “I drew you,” she said to Mutt, shaking the paper when he didn’t immediately take it from her hands.

Mutt took it then, and you leaned in curiously. You nearly laughed out loud to see her childish drawing of a skeleton in jeans with an exaggeratedly studded belt and a deep purple hoodie. She’d given him puppy ears and a fluffy tail in the same light purple of his magic.

“tha’s me?” Mutt asked, pointing to the figure on the paper as if he wasn’t sure. Iris nodded enthusiastically, her curls bouncing with each nod.

Mutt suddenly grabbed at his chest and made a show of falling to his knees. “sweetheart, yer killin’ me with cute.”

Iris laughed loudly. “Cute can’t kill you!”

“can if i’s this cute,” he countered, grabbing her up and falling to the floor so she was on his chest, drawing still in hand. “see? ‘m dead.” He went limp and made the classic death exhale sound, sticking out his tongue.

You covered your mouth, trying not to laugh with Iris who playfully shook him. “Mama, you gotta kiss him to wake him up!”

“I do?” you asked, confused as to where she would have gotten that idea.

“Yeah, ‘cause true love’s kiss can break any spell, even cute death spells.”

You supposed it made about as much sense as anything else happening right now, so you got down on your knees next to Mutt and kissed him softly.

His sockets opened, his eye lights morphing into hearts for a second. “yep, that’ll do it.”

You blushed. Neither of you had said those words yet, but you were pretty sure you were feeling it as he sat up with you and pulled Iris in for a squeeze. “quick thinkin’ there, kiddo.”

Iris nodded happily.

The three of you went back to art and talking for a while until Iris started yawning. You had been watching the clock, knew it was getting late, but you didn’t want to say anything. You didn’t want the night to end, not ever. But you also had to be a responsible parent, and keeping Iris up too late wasn’t good for her routine.

“It’s almost bedtime,” you said, trying to keep the sadness out of your voice.

“I’m not tired,” Iris said, the words cut off by another yawn.

Mutt chuckled. “y’also ain’t foolin’ anyone, li’l darlin’.”

You had to laugh at the crusty Iris shot your boyfriend. “Tired or not, bedtime doesn’t care. You know that, honey. I’ll go run your bath.”

“Can Puppy read to me tonight?” Iris shouted as you started to walk away.

You stopped in your tracks, ready to explain that he probably needed to get home and had other things to do.

But he surprised you. “if i’s okay with yer mama, i’d love ta.”

It wasn’t a question anymore. You were definitely in love with him, and you’d just fallen further. Iris shouted happily, and you rushed to the bathroom to get bathtime started, and so you could hide your tears as emotion threatened to sweep you out to sea.

This was only your third date. You knew, logically, that you shouldn’t compare anything about Mutt to any of your past partners, but the sudden fear of losing him over something stupid felt like a choking pressure in your chest.

Iris was the most important thing in your life. She could be a lot, it was true, but you never blamed her for any of your partners leaving. They were the ones who couldn’t handle the overabundant joy and the dramatic tantrums of a toddler, and you figured you would either find someone who could or live your life as a single mother. Nothing and no one would ever come between the two of you.

Mutt’s absolute acceptance of everything Iris had thrown at him tonight made you so damn hopeful that he would be the one who could handle her, and that hope was terrifying.

You took several deep breaths to get yourself back under control before you went to collect your daughter for bathtime.

Iris chattered constantly, even as you washed her hair and she had to swipe water from her face, about the evening with Mutt. You smiled as she recounted every single moment of the night, every conversation she had with him and, of course, his theatrics as he pretended to die of cuteness. You could only smile and laugh along with her, so happy to see so much joy resonating through her whole being.

By the time you were ready to tuck her in, Iris was well and truly exhausted. She picked out a book and you walked with her out to the living room to find Mutt sitting on the couch with phone in hand, likely playing games and waiting. You felt bad for making him wait, but you also couldn’t help but be so happy he did.

“y’ready fer storytime?” he asked as he stood up.

Iris nodded and held out her book. Mutt picked her up and kissed your cheek. You went with him to get her settled in bed and stood silently aside as she showed him which story she wanted him to read out of the book.

You had to cover your mouth to keep from laughing as he read awkwardly at first. You weren’t sure if it was because he’d never read a bedtime story before or if it was because it was a different version of the Three Little Pigs where the wolf was the misunderstood victim. As he went, though, he got more comfortable and even began using different voices as the characters spoke. To say it was adorable would have been a vast understatement.

Like always, Iris was out before he made it halfway through the story. He looked over at you and you stepped over silently, checking to make sure she really was asleep. You nodded to him and took the book from him to put it away before you both left the room.

In the living room, the two of you sat on the couch. You turned to smile at him. “Thank you so much for tonight.”

He nodded and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “anytime, darlin’. yer kid’s a treasure.”

You couldn’t possibly agree more. You leaned into his side as you both talked for a while about the evening, about Iris.

“What did you have planned for tonight, anyway?” you asked a while later. You sat back just enough to meet his eye lights.

His face flushed with a pale purple blush, and you suddenly couldn’t wait to hear what it was.

“wasn’ nothin’ special,” he started, clearing his throat. “i didn’ know what ta do, really, so i kinda thought maybe a li’l picnic in tha backyard’d be nice. there’s this li’l creek back there an’ flowers’n shit. all tha’ work i needed ta do?” he chuckled. “i needed ta clean cuz my place’s a wreck.”

You couldn't help but laugh at that. “That does sound really nice though,” you said truthfully. “Maybe we can do that next time?”

He looked at you with a soft smile, his eye lights doing the heart thing again, and he nodded. “sounds ‘bout perfect.” He leaned in then and kissed you.

Breaking the kiss, you made a decision and forced yourself to say something before you could change your mind.

“Do you want to stay?”

His body stiffened beside you, and you suddenly felt like you’d made a mistake. What if he couldn’t? What if he wasn’t interested? You were pretty sure he had been, at least, but what if--

“‘course i wanna stay. i ain’t got nothin’ waitin’ fer me at home, ‘m all yers.” He leaned in and kissed you again, deepening it briefly, and you couldn’t help but moan softly into his mouth. He pulled back again and met your eyes, something serious burning in his. “if yer sure.”

You nodded. “I’m sure.”

He kissed you again, his hunger palpable.

Eager to move things along, you pulled back and stood up, taking his hands and pulling him to his feet. You led the way back to your room, desire and nerves dancing in your gut as you did. Should you leave the light on? You sure as hell wanted to see him, but you weren’t so sure you wanted him to see all of you. Maybe it didn’t matter. Should it matter?

You decided it was time to let thoughts go and just be with Mutt. You followed his lead, letting him get you both settled on the bed. He hovered over you, hands roaming your body and feeling every curve, as he kissed you. You let your hands wander, let yourself feel him the way you’d wanted to since you met him. Your fingers teased his ribs through his thin t-shirt. When had he taken off his sweater?

That definitely didn’t matter, especially not when he started kissing and licking his way down your throat, his hands reaching underneath your own sweater to feel your skin.

The moment was suddenly shattered as a shrill scream pierced the air. You both froze, and it took a second to recognize the sound was Iris.

You shoved Mutt, all of your maternal instincts suddenly firing, except he was already moving. On your feet, Mutt turned to you quickly and grabbed the tops of your arms almost too tightly.

“go ta iris an’ shut the door. lock it if ya can an’ don’ open it, not fer anyone but me, you got me?”

You nodded before you could comprehend why he was saying that. His eye lights were fierce, tiny dots of lavender in his sockets. Before you could ask him anything, he was gone. Iris screamed again, and you shook your head to go get her.

In her room, you shut the door as Mutt had told you to do and went to scoop your daughter out of her bed.

“Iris, honey, it’s okay. Mama’s here, baby.”

It took a few long minutes to get her to wake up, her tiny body shaking in your arms and her little face scrunched in so much fear as she wailed. Your heart hurt for her, tears welling in your eyes as you prayed she would just wake up.

You could tell the minute the nightmare had dissipated and she was starting to wake up. The screaming and shaking stopped, and she started fidgeting like she used to do when she was a baby, reaching up to rub at her face.

Mutt knocked on the door before coming in. “i’s safe,” he said, coming to sit beside you on her bed. “she okay? did she see somethin’?”

You shook your head and leaned into him. “No. She has nightmares sometimes. She has since…well, for a while.”

He sighed, though you couldn’t tell if it was relief or worry, and reached out to gently pet her hair.

Iris finally woke up fully, her pretty brown eyes opening still full of tears. Her lips quivered and she sat up in your arms to hug you tightly. Mutt hugged the both of you.

It occurred to you then that he had thought someone was in the house. He had gone to check it out, to find and potentially deal with a threat. You’d known from your first meeting that he was ex-military, and maybe that was why you felt safe with him, but you doubted it. It was just him; he made you feel safe, especially now with his arms around you and your daughter. If there had been an intruder, they wouldn't have stood a chance, of that you were certain.

It took you a while to get Iris back to sleep, and Mutt was there for the whole process. He even read to her again when she asked him to.

Back out in the living room, you fought the urge to apologize to him. He took your hand, kissed the back of it, and started to lead you back to your room.

“yer tired,” he said when you hesitated. “let me hold ya?”

You smiled then and followed him. Someday soon, you’d tell him that you loved him.

#my writing #fic update #undertale au #Into the Puppy-Verse #fellswap papyrus #Mutt #Mutt/Reader #Reader’s daughter Iris #slice of life sorta #cuteness overload

[rrazor]

hq boys post wisdom teeth extraction

tags: fluff, soft boyfies lol

kuroo tetsurou wakes up and immediately the first thing he tells the professionals around him is that he wants to see his girlfriend because he knows you’re waiting for him and “i love her so much 🥺🥰" he says it a few more times and everyone laughs at how doped up he is both from the drugs and you. when you walk in to take notes on how to take care of him afterwards, he just stares at you as he holds you hand with the SOFTEST LOOK on his face like 🥺😍☺️❤️💕💖💝🥺🥰💖💝☺️

tetsu cannot stop looking at you and u almost have to plead with him to watch where’s he walking like tetsu pls we don’t wanna have to come back to get your front teeth done sweetie 🅱️lease!!!!!! other than that he is pretty easy to reason with it as long as you promise to kiss every part of his face once in a particular order and if u mess up, unfortunately, you’ll just have to start over again sigh it makes his heart go 💥💥💥

bokuto kuroo offers to drive him back home and brings you along to support and comfort him. he helps kou get into the back with you but he refuses and goes “kuroooooo, she’s too pretty, I dun wanna sit next to her ☹️” LMFAO kuroo rolls his eyes and just sits him down and buckles him in despite his protests HA

kou is super nervous and keeps looking over you when he thinks you aren’t looking like 🥺😊 and you decide to play along and ask him how he’s feeling and if he’s in pain and he shakes his head and goes “‘m okay, you’re really pretty though 🥺😍” kuroo snorts in the front seat and you’re trying rlly hard to not laugh at how cute he is so you take his hand and kou lit rally thinks he’s gonna pass out when you call him handsome and ask him out before kissing his cheek. he starts crying as he says things like “kuroo!!!! the pretty girl is my girlfriend now!! 🥺❤️😭💖💕😭😭🥳”

akaashi you’re already by his side by the time he wakes up but he doesn’t remember jack so he goes “hello, have u seen my girlfriend? she looks just like you. can u tell me if u see her? I would like to see her—she’s my everything 😊🥰” UGGHH KISS HIIMMM

he doesn’t remember who you are until the medication wears off but you manage to convince him that you’re gonna take him to his girlfriend so you can take him home 💀 and he spends the whole car ride really pretty quiet until you ask him why he’s so fidgety and then he softly tells you “i… can’t wait to see my girlfriend 🥺🥰💕 she said we’d go on an ice-cream date after🍦i hope she’s not mad that it’s been so long 🥺❤️💗” AHDHJANAA like a little happy babyyyy 🥺😭

oikawa tooru’s procedure finishes earlier than expected and has a dental hygienist watching over him as they wait for you and for some reason he starts to sing, but it’s really out of tune because of all the cotton in his mouth and the dental hygienist is just standing there, taking it. you can hear him down the hall as you walk into his room and he’s so excited to see you!!! “did you hear me sing for you, babe? i didn’t want you to get lost in this maze 🥺🥰” “yes, i did, tooru, tysm you don’t have to sing anymore 😊😇💕”

tries to pull you into his lap as the dentist goes through the aftercare procedures and whines “pleasssseeeee, it huuurrrrrttttts i just want cuddddlllleesssss 😭☹️🥺💕” you opt to sit on the edge of the chair as he buries his head in your back 🥰

iwaizumi YOU try to flirt with hajime because he doesn’t remember that you’re his girlfriend and he’s all like stop!!! i have a girlfriend! 😡 AHAHA so you decide to ask him about his lovely girlfriend and he gets the softest smile on his face omggg and he starts going on about how hardworking you are ❤️, determined 💘, beautiful 💖, how nice you smell 😳

when you tell him its you he doesn’t believe you!!! like stop u r trying too hard, stranger!!! 😠 It’s not until you bring up a photo of yourselves and stick it next to your face does he go all soft again like babe i missed you 🥺 there was this weirdo trying to flirt with me, i’m so glad you’re here 🥰 and you tell him that the weirdo was you and he’s like “no, you’re better than that” LMFAAOO THANKS HAJIME 😭

matsukawa his mom is there to pick the two of you up and he’s holding your hand as he turns to you, super concerned and goes “babe, we forgot my teeth 😞” HWJJCKWJSJEF 💀 he’s all pouty and its sooooooo cute LMFAO WHAT DID HE THINK A REMOVAL WAS??? but you play it cool and squeeze his hand and say “i didnt forget you though 😊” he nods like a little kid and says “yeah” and tries to pull you into his lap so that you can cuddle but his mom is right there and you’re tryna be a good passenger and stop him from unbuckling your seatbelt: issei, we can cuddle when we get home!!!!

this giant dude just looks at you all 🥺 and BEGS like “babe please, just a little, i just want to hold you 🥺💕” he tries to guilt trip you like “c’mon, babe, you forgot my teeth” 😭😭😭 STFU u somehow make it back to his place and he tackles you into the couch and promptly falls asleep in 2 minutes flat 😴 his mom thinks its hilarious and thanks u for taking care of him ☺️❤️

hanamaki straight up asks you if you have a boyfriend. you say yes and he gets REALLY SAD OH MY GOD and is all “oh ☹️🥺” but then you cup his cheek and hold one of his hands and start telling him what your boyfriend looks like and how he has cute strawberry hair and pretty eyes and how handsome he is and talking about his cute little eyebrows and how good he is at volleyball and takahiro is like…. 🧐🤨 is that…… me??? but then he’s like wait it couldn’t be and gets all sad again 😭

you can’t take how sad he is and tell him it’s him!!!!! you give him some kisses as an apology 😭🥺💖❤️ and he’s all really?!!? 🥰💖💕💝🥳💕as he pulls you close to rest his head on your chest. he asks you to talk about how much you love him again 😭🥰🥺 refuses to remove himself from you

kyoutani he’s got this super angry expression on his face and everyone stays a good ways away from him 😬 when you come in, you get the same 😡 but then he chills because you’re wearing that one dress he went out of his way to buy for you when you were window shopping together that one time and he’s like …..suspicious why is she wearing her dress 😒 HAJFKAKSW KENTAROU

but THEN he sees the bracelet he got you for your one year anniversary and takes a whiff of you (um 😷) and NOW he’s all WAIT…… connections r being made—he gets super handsy 😳💕 really likes it when you kiss his forehead 🥺 and glares daggers at the dentist with his head on your chest, arms around your waist as you stand next to him and listen to what the aftercare instructions are because he’s all like grrr my girlfriend!! no touch!!! 😡🤬

daichi omg daichi is SO SHY and BASHFUL like he looks at you all 🥺🥰 and when you look towards him he immediately looks away but it’s so obvious because his ears are red and you can see his blush high on his cheekbones 😭🥺💕 you ask him what’s wrong and he’s stuttering trying to ask if you have a boyfriend and you’re like yes 💔

his face FALLS and it hurts but then you show him your matching engagement rings 💍 like “we’re fiancés, dai 🥰❤️” and he almost cries as hard as when he heard you say yes 😭💖💕 he’s so EMBARRASSED when you show the video back to him 😭 suga and asahi clown him 🤧

sugawara fella wakes up, looks you in the eye and is like “they’ve rebuilt me, babe✨” what? “the technology!!!” ??? “they made me better than i was before: better, stronger, faster 🤖💪🧠" LMFAO thinks he underwent some experiment like no we just fixed your teeth 😌

when you tell him so he gets a little dejected and asks you if you’d still love him without any upgrades with his lips pursed and his cheeks pink as he plays with your hands 🥺💗 like OFC KOUSHI!!! 🥰🥺❤️ really sweet and giggly on the bus ride home—holds you close and draws circles on your skin as he talks about the strangest things 🙈💖

kageyama no inhibitions so tobio is very attached to you!!! when he wakes up to see you next to him, he grabs you in his half-asleep state to leave slobbery kisses all over you like some dog before he falls back asleep again 💀 he wakes up twenty minutes later to see that you’re gone (had to wash off his spit 😬) and he panics when he doesn’t see you 😭🥺

he gets up to try to look for you and the second you come back, he hugs you and is all ☹️ telling you “don’t go too far, i wanna always be able to find you 😠🥺” you rub his back and pinky promise to stay close by and he’s so relieved he falls asleep standing 😴💕 like …..thanks 🤧 asks if he can play volleyball and pouts rlly hard when the dentist says no 😭💔

atsumu atsumu is loopy af and he wanted to go to the washroom so the poor staff had to hull around this 6’2”, 80kg man around but then you walk in just as they’re about to turn the corner and the moment he sees you, he’s goes “BABIEEEEE, I loOoove yoU! 😍” in this super adorable, high pitched sing-songy voice and makes OBNOXIOUS kissy faces at you but it looks so funny because his mouth is full of cotton 😭😭🤧🥴 the nurses tell you he’s a keeper but then he promptly slips and nearly falls on his face trying to walk over to you unassisted 🙄

the walk to the car is SO HARD because he clings to you like a baby koala and whines when you try to get him to loosen up so that you can get better leverage to support his weight like atsumu pls we’re almost there, just let go for a bit and he’s all puppy eyed like “don’t 🥺 ya 🥺 love 🥺 me 🥺 baby???????? i jus’ wanna be close to ya 💔💔💔” JAJCJJWNCMS he denies all of it when he sobers up

osamu all this fool remembers is that he has a girlfriend and that she looks EXACTLY like you but his brain synapses aren’t working like they used to 😔 so he doesn’t remember that YOU are literally his girlfriend so he just sits there and goes all “you look so much like her….. i miss her sm 😢🤕😞” with this faraway look in his eyes AS IF YOU WERE DEAD 💀 THE DISRESPECT

he rlly wants to hold your hand and touch you but like u aren’t his girlfriend right??? but you tell him u are after rolling ur eyes and show him some photos of the two of you as proof and he’s all “oh!” 😳 and he smiles so broad you can see his little dimple on his left cheek 😭💖 because he can FINALLY hold your hand 🥰 no filter so he whisper-begs for kisses throughout the entire time the dentist talks you through his surgery and how to care for him and you’re so embarrassed JAJCJKAKDSS “pls, pls can i have a kiss” you give him one “can i have one here now” “what about here” “pls another one pls” 🥺🥺🥺 at least he’s polite JAJCNKAFB

suna rin remembers you and right when he wakes up to see you next to him he says, “hello, wife 💖" and waits for your response but like wtf do u SAY like you’ve only ever heard him tell you he loves you that ONE time he thought u were ASLEEP!!! and you haven’t even talked about anything beyond dating yet!!! is it the anaesthetic that’s making him say this or is he just fooling you??? 💀😵 a few minutes later, he sighs and goes “you’re supposed to say ‘hello, husband ❤️’….” 🙄🥱

show him the video after the anaesthetic wears off and he’ll sit there looking at you like “….well? i’m still waiting? 😐” ugH modern romance am i right HAHDJKAKSKAA

ushijima wakatoshi thinks you’re another nurse even though you’re dressed nothing like them and he asks you when his girlfriend is coming and if she knows he’s done with the procedure and also “have you met my girlfriend? she is very beautiful and very kind. you must meet her ☺️” he asks the same questions to the dentist who comes in to talk to you afterwards and they’re looking at him like ?????? “isn’t this your girlfriend, ushijima-san?”

wakatoshi just goes 😯, looks at you and says your name so softly and in the sweetest way possible and tells you he missed you and he loves you and he wants to go get curry from that one restaurant later and the dentist tells you they’ll be back later as you sob 😭😭❤️💕❤️😭💖

semi eita thinks you’re one of the office receptionists when you walk in and asks you if you, his girlfriend 💕, had been notified that the procedure was done and you’re all uh yes she does, she’s coming soon!! he nods very cutely and thanks you, handsome smile on his face at the thought of seeing you 🥰 he turns around to look at the window and you just stand there all 😶 he HUMS softly as he waits and it’s that one song he played for you on his guitar HAJXNJSW 😭🥺💘❤️

he turns back around thirty seconds later like “babe?? is that you?? you got here so fast 😍🥺💖😚” as if it wasn’t you THE WHOLE TIME 💀 melts when you kiss his cheeks tenderly 🥰 plays with your fingers as he softly looks into your eyes!! 😍

tendou really wants to get his wisdom teeth back like just because you pulled them out doesn’t make them yours, sensei 🙄 LMFAO the dentist gives him his teeth afterwards and he holds them out for you and you’re like “tysm for your bloody, gross teeth, satori 🥰😬” “AWWW you’re welcome 😊 aren’t they cute? ya think our kids will be this cute? 💖”

many thoughts: 1) oh god oh GOD he wants to have KIDS WITH YOU!! MARRIAGE??!? 😵❤️ 2) y does he think his molars r cute and y does he hope your kids will look like nasty teeth 😭💀 he’s rlly adamant about you lazing around with him. keeps showing u his teeth for some reason but gives the cutest smiles and hums when you feed him his fav chocolate ice cream 💗💗💗

goshiki he tries to flirt with you but its so funny and endearingly awkward because he’s got all the gauze in his mouth and he isn’t that good at it and he’s on the verge of tears half the time and you dont know why??? you ask him and his brows are all furrowed, pout on his lips and says “just wanna be your boyfriend pls 🥺💕” “yeah?” “yeah,” he nods. “i promise to do my best 🥺”

when you tell him you’re already dating, he starts to cry and is all like i have to tell all my friends 😭 tsutomu cries to the dentist like “sensei, y’know, we’re boyfriend and girlfriend 😭❤️” he quiets down when you brush through his hair with your hands ☺️

terushima you walk into his room after he’s done and ask the dental hygienists how he’s doing and he looks at you all confused like 🤨 and asks the hygienists who you are. they think you’re married for some reason and say “that’s your wife!” and you’re so EMBARRASSED but also super happy on the inside HAHA he straight up goes “DAAAMMNNN, I did alright, huh?! when we bustin’ outta here?!” 🤪😜🥴😘 as if he could actually differentiate between left and right, up and down 😔

just in case, he asks you if you’re his wife at the same time the dentist asks if the two of you will be okay from here on out and you nod to the dentist’s question but yuuji thinks it’s for him so he lays back down with this satisfied look on his face like HELL YEAH alright, alright, alright 😌🥰🥴 and does those little nods SIDJAJJDJSJFJR HAHAHAHA

sakusa omi lets you play with his bangs and hands as you wait for the dentist and he LOVES IT softest smile on his face!! RIDICULOUSLY CLINGY!!!! he does NOT want you to leave him at all, will not let you go to the bathroom even though you’re like “omi, please, the dentist is busy with another patient right now, i’ll be back soon before we go through the aftercare stuff” “no” “omi, i have to pee” “do it here” and now it’s you who’s all 🤢

gets really defensive and protective when the dentist comes in and just shoves his head in your chest because he doesn’t want to look at them LMFAO death grip around your waist 🤧 when you show him what he said about you going to the bathroom he demands you delete it “omi, i didn’t know u loved me that much 🥰🥺💕” “…………..🤐”

hoshiumi kourai insisted he was fine on his own “nothing is impossible for hoshiumi kourai, national athlete 😤” when the dentist asked if he needed someone to watch over him and the dentist is 🤨 ok sir and leaves after he falls asleep. when he wakes up, no one’s in his room and he has to use the washroom and he’s like i’ll do just it myself 🙄 he tries to stand and promptly collapses to the floor. he CRAWLS around on his stomach and makes it out of his room just as you walk in and you’re like KOU whY are you on the FLOOR like a ROACH 😭😭😭

it’s like you’re reenacting some dramatic romance movie as kou groans around the gauze and makes poor attempts to stand up, holding onto you LAKDSHLASKAHD 💀💀💀 asks you to get on the floor with him because he honest to god can’t get UP so that he can cuddle with you as the dentist and his assistants stand two feet away 🥰💕 tries to fight the staff when they get too close to you trying to help him get back to his bed HAJJFKAKDMAD

extra: kita shinsuke (lol) when kita finishes his wisdom tooth extraction, he looks at you like this and doesnt remember who you are; he thinks you’re here for another patient and doesn’t say a word to you because his grandma taught him not to talk to strangers.

#kuroo tetsurou x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #hanamaki takahiro x reader #matsukawa issei x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #miya atsumu x reader #miya osamu x reader #hoshiumi kourai x reader #kyoutani kentarou x reader #goshiki tsutomu x reader #sawamura daichi x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #semi eita x reader #tendou satori x reader #suna rintarou x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #terushima yuuji x reader

[one-time-i-dreamt]

not a dream, common misconception about OTID

1) It's ran by a set of admins - nope, there's just one person behind this blog and it's always been just me.

2) It's been here since 2012 - nope, I made this blog in the summer of 2016. It took me close to a year to even start talking to you all, I just went through dreams and kept to myself, and it took me even longer to do a face reveal.

3) All the dreams posted are dreamt by the blog owner - nope, I rarely post my own dreams because I rarely dream. All the dreams posted were dreamt by people who've submitted them!

4) The submissions post on their own - nope, I go through them and post them manually. I also edit them, fix them up if there are any mistakes, clarify things that make no sense, look up the people mentioned when not provided context so I could give context to readers and occasionally edit the style a little so it'd be easier to read and understand.

5) It doesn't take long to post a large number of submissions - unfortunately untrue, it does take a lot and I also have to edit and vet the problematic ones. Tumblr has a daily post and queue limits, but it would be impossible to post 300 submissions per day without it. A lot of you don't provide context when sending in dreams about niche things and I have to dig for it myself because not everyone (most of us even, maybe) know about the same things as you do and I'd like for all of the post posted here to be understandable to the masses, so I always spend a lot of time checking for that.

6) I intentionally post the newer submissions first - completely false. Unfortunately, the submissions that were sent in earlier by Tumblr default end up at the bottom of the inbox and the scroll is broken. When you have thousands of submissions and try to go further and further down to post the older ones first, the scroll breaks, freezes, the editing is at 0.0001x speed, and so on. Everything is slow and blocky, therefore I have no choice but to go from the newer submissions down, and not vice versa.

7) I intentionally don't reply to donation posts that are submitted to OTID - UNTRUE AS frick. I've put my personal blog in the description and closed asks here so help posts would not be buried on this blog and I see them much sooner on @dreampai because I mostly use it for that purpose. When people submit their help posts on this blog, they unfortunately get buried by newer submissions and sometimes I don't see them for months. I've also closed anonymous messages on my personal blog because one person whose submission post I hadn't seen in time kept sending me hate and accused me of intentionally ignoring them. Don't submit your help posts on here, please send them as asks on my personal so you're guaranteed to be noticed. People who I've helped in the past can vouch that I do reply, respond and reshare their help posts on here.

8) I don't reply to messages - partially true and partially untrue. I get a lot of messages from you guys on all of my social media and it can get pretty overwhelming for me. Sometimes it takes me months to reply to everything, though I do try to talk to you as much as possible, but I'm a full time student on top of everything and my free time is limited, so if your message got buried, I'm sorry and please don't be discouraged. It's not that I don't care about you, it's likely that I didn't see it. Furthermore, people keep sending me their dreams on my personal platforms and that also helps to overwhelm me. @dreampai is my personal blog and I don't accept submission on there, but whenever I close submissions on here, there are people who ignore that and send them there.

9) The submission button isn't working - false. If you can't submit something, it means that the submissions are closed. Whenever the number of submission gets to an insane amount, like right now, I close it for some time so I can sort through them, edit and post them. It takes a while for me to do that. It's impossible to queue them all at once because of the way Tumblr works and the queue limit, and it takes some time for me to proofread and edit everything. Besides, I make sure to always edit the blog description when they are closed and close that option in the settings, people just don't check everything out. I get at least a few asks weekly on my personal of people telling me that the submission button isn't working. I know they're all well-intentioned.

10) OTID admin is a guy - false. I don't know how this rumor started but I always find it funny when people get surprised that I am a woman.

11) I don't look at posts that people tag me in - completely false. Sometimes they do get buried because, when you have a high level of activity blog with millions of notes per month, trying to find all the @s can be impossible and they won't load even if I do it through my activity panel because Tumblr is laggy like that. So if I miss something, tag me again please. Don't be afraid to send me an ask on my personal.

12) I don't like my mutuals, therefore I don't reply to them - untrue. If I follow you, for whichever reason, I probably like you or admire you or admire something that you've did, or you've managed to make me laugh. If I don't reply to your messages, it's because I'm overwhelmed or intimidated or nervous. I don't know why people keep imagining the worst, but I really wanted to clear this one up.

#not a dream

[togrowoldinv]

It’s A Date

Tom Holland x Female Reader

You meet Tom when he comes to speak at Oxford University where you are a professor.

Note: Hey! This is my first Tom fic and it’s a random idea that came to me. If y’all have any requests for him, feel free to send them my way. Enjoy!

Tom Holland Masterlist, Main Masterlist

You woke up this morning in a tizzy. Your alarm never went off and you hadn’t packed your bag for the day like you normally did at night. Of course you would be running late for your first big event as a new professor at Oxford.

You are practically sprinting down the hallway to get to your classroom on time when you run into someone. You mumble a sorry but pay much attention to who it was that you bumped into.

“Alright class,” you say as you make it to the room in the nick of time. “Today we are welcoming some very special guests. All the way from the big screen to our lecture hall let’s welcome Tom Holland and Benedict Cumberbatch!”

Everyone claps for Tom and Benedict as they make their way into the classroom. You had managed to convince your department chair that reaching out to Marvel to ask for a few cast members to come talk would be worth trying. They were happy to send a couple of English heroes to do the trick.

Tom and Benedict talked to the class for the whole ninety minutes and the students were hanging onto every word. They all thanked them as class came to an end.

“Thank you both so much for coming in. I know the students loved it,” you tell them.

“Of course. Is there somewhere a could make a call before the next class? Duty calls,” Benedict says. You direct him to the nearest private conference room.

That leaves you with Tom. You have to admit you’ve always had a crush on him. Since you first saw him in Civil War, you’ve been hooked on him.

“So, you seem pretty young to be a professor,” Tom says, breaking the silence.

“I’m on the younger side, yeah. I did accelerated programs all throughout college,” you explain.

“I think you’re the one who accelerated into me in the hallway earlier,” Tom says with a laugh, clearly tickled with his joke.

“Oh my god, that was you? I’m so sorry. I didn’t even look up. I just kept thinking if I don’t get to class on time then I’m so getting canned,” you say.

“It’s alright, darling. I don’t ever mind running into beautiful women,” Tom says.

You try to keep your cool but you feel your palms get sweaty at him so openly complimenting you. Or is it flirting? You’ve never been one to be able to tell.

You offer him a smile and he looks around the room for a minute before speaking again. “Do you maybe want to get dinner after the last class today?”

“Yeah, that uh-that sounds great, Tom.”

“It’s a date then,” he says and then it’s his turn to become a nervous mess. “I mean if you want. It’s a date if you want or just a friend thing. A friend date.”

“It’s a date,” you put him out of his misery and he grins at you.

The rest of the classes go by quickly and you follow Tom to a local cafe to grab an early dinner.

You find it’s the most comfortable you’ve ever felt on a first date. The conversation and the laughs come easy.

“Let’s do this again sometime?” Tom suggests as you two linger by your car. You both don’t want this night to end.

“Definitely,” you agree and he leans in to hug you. His arms wrap around your waist and you puts yours around his neck.

When he lets go of your waist, he moves his hands to either side of your face. You can feel his metal watch against your jaw.

“Is it alright if I kiss you, darling?” He asks in his perfectly accented voice.

“Yes,” you simply reply, feeling your senses being overwhelmed by all things Tom.

He kisses your lips gently and you feel like the most important person in the world. There’s something about his lips against yours that just makes you feel amazing.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” Tom says once he pulls away.

“Tomorrow,” you agree.

This day ended much better than it began. And it’s all thanks to Tom.

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[leossmoonn]

One Day at A Time

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pairing - lip gallagher x fem!reader

type - angst, fluff

note / request - “Hi, I love your Shameless imagines! And I was wondering if you could write something for Lip Gallagher x Reader having a baby and struggling with their new life ❤️” alright so i named the baby fred bc thats lip’s baby’s name already lol also you and lip live in the house that lip wanted to buy for tammy. enjoy!

summary - you and lip struggle to raise a baby and survive 

warning / includes - language, fighting, alcohol, smoking, but fluffy ending

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*gif isn’t mine*

“Lip!” You shouted. 

Your boyfriend ran into the room frantically. “What’s wrong?” 

“I need you to get me more baby wipes. Freddy took a big shit,” you instructed. 

Lip nodded, going to the table where you kept the baby wipes. He gave you the whole packet only for you to yell at him.

“Hand me them! I have to hold Freddy down so we doesn’t roll off,” you said.

“Sorry, Jesus,” Lip muttered, handing you baby wipes each time you put your hand out. 

You successfully cleaned your baby’s bottom and but on a new, fresh diaper. You picked Freddy and went downstairs with him. You set Freddy down in his high-chair, going over to the cabinet to get Freddy’s baby food. 

“Are you um, are you going into work today?” Lip asked.

“Yeah, are you?” You asked. 

“Yeah, I am,” Lip said. 

You frowned, turning around and putting a hand on your hip. “You can’t. Someone has to watch Freddy.”

“Debbie can watch Freddy,” Lip said. 

You scoffed, “She's never here. And before you say V and Kev, they’ve already helped us enough the past few months. They’re busy with their own kids.”

“Well, I need to go into work. We need the money,” Lip said. 

“Yeah, and I need to go to work or I’m gonna get fired!” You exclaimed. You began feeding Freddy, your mood lightening a little once you saw the little guy’s face. 

“What about working tomorrow? I thought that was our schedule,” Lip asked. 

“It was, but one, I’m well overdue on maternity leave and two, my boss doesn’t care about my personal life. She doesn’t care that we are struggling to raise a child,” you explained. 

Lip opened his mouth to suggest something, but nothing came out. He looked at you helplessly. 

“Here, why don’t you work for a few hours and I’ll watch Freddy in the morning, then you come back home at lunch and I’ll go and work for the afternoon,” you said. 

Lip nodded. “Yeah, that works.”

“Alright, good,” you said. You turned your attention back to the baby, feeding him the rest of his breakfast. Meanwhile, Lip went to shower and get ready to go to work. He came downstairs, coming over to bid you and Freddy goodbye. 

“I’ll see you later. I love you,” Lip said, giving you a hug and a kiss on the forehead. 

Even though you were mad at him earlier, you melted into his arms immediately. You hugged him back tightly, burying your head in the crook of his neck. 

“Hm, I love you, too,” you said, breathing in his scent. 

Lip couldn’t help but smile at your actions. He pulled away after a few moments, walking over to Freddy. 

“I love you, too, buddy,” Lip cooed, kissing Freddy on the cheek, making the baby giggle. 

You smiled at the scene, enjoying seeing Lip interact with Freddy. 

“Bye,” Lip called out before leaving. 

“Bye!” You exclaimed, watching him leave. 

You let out a long sigh, leaning back against the fridge. You looked at Freddy, who was clapping his hands on his high-chair table. You laughed a little.

“You’re so silly,” you said, going over to him and picking him up. 

“Do you want to go to the store with me?” You talked to Freddy, bouncing him up and down while walking across the room. 

Freddy make a little squeak and you smiled. “Yeah, I know you want go to the store with me. I’m gonna shower and get ready, you stay in the crib, okay? I’ll be out in 10 minutes,” you said, going up to the nursery and setting Freddy down  gently. 

You went into the bathroom, taking a quick shower and brushing your teeth. You went back in your room and got dressed into a pair of mom jeans, a dark-purple, buttoned-up shirt and put a grey sweater over it, taking the collar of your shirt and folding it on the collar of your sweater. You then returned to Freddy’s room. You saw him on his back, sucking in his thumb. You smiled and picked him up, quietly going down the stairs. You set him in his high-chair again, getting your coat, purse, and your shoes. You also got Freddy’s little coat and hat to keep him warm in the cold winter of Chicago. 

You went out to your car, buckling Freddy into his carseat. You then went to the supermarket, putting Freddy in the front of the cart. You picked out fruit, vegetables, and salad mix. You got 2 gallons of milk, new coffee creamer, and cereal. You bought a few warm-up dinner packs and hamburger meat, going to the freezer isle and getting ice cream. You then went to the snack isle. 

“What should we get, Freddy?” You asked, looking at the pop tarts. 

Freddy pointed to the birthday cake-flavoured pop tarts. 

“Good choice, baby,” you smiled, grabbing the pop tarts. You then grabbed a few packs of chips and gum, going over to check out.

“Cute baby,” the girl at the register said. 

You looked up from putting the groceries on the table. You looked at her name tag and smiled. 

“Thank you, Stacy,” you said. “How old is he?” Stacy asked. 

“Almost 2 months,” you said. 

“Awe, so cute. I just found out I’m pregnant,” Stacy said. 

“Oh, really. Congrats,” you smiled. “Yeah, my boyfriend and I are happy,” Stacy smiled, putting her hand on her stomach. 

She rang your groceries up. “It’ll be $103.98.”

You nodded and took your card out and a few coupons you and Lip had collected in the past month. 

“Alright, with these coupons, your total is $80.56,” Stacey said.

“Great,” you smiled. You paid with your card, gathering the grocery bags. 

“Have a good day!” Stacy smiled. 

“Thank you, you too. Congrats again with the baby,” you gave her a kind smile. 

She thanked you as you walked out. You loaded the groceries into the car and put Freddy back in his carseat. You then drove back home, putting away the groceries while Freddy watched you in his high-chair. 

“Are you tired, baby? I’m tired,” you yawned. Freddy yawned right after you, making you chuckle. 

“Why don’t you take a nap and let Mommy clean the house, okay? It’s a fucking mess,” you muttered the curse words, looking around the house. Clothes and toys were everywhere. Plates were stacked in the sink and on the coffee table. The house needed to be vacuumed and wiped down very badly

You put Freddy down in his crib, turning on the baby monitor. You changed into a tank top and shorts and put your hair in a ponytail, going back downstairs to clean. 

You started with the dishes, washing and drying them off, putting them back in their cupboards. You then wiped down the kitchen counter, stove top, kitchen table, and coffee table. Next you decided to clean up all of the baby stuff that was on the floor. You put Freddy’s toys in the play bins you and Lip had bought and put Freddy’s clothes in the washing machine. You then vacuumed the living room carpet and swept the kitchen tiles, making yourself another cup of coffee. You were done in an hour and a half, taking a look at your work, smiling in satisfaction. Your house hadn’t been this clean since you and Lip had bought it. 

It was lunch time and you knew Lip would be coming home soon. You decided to make you and him lunch. You made chilli and salad, knowing that it would last you two for a few days. You changed back into your work uniform before grabbing yourself a bowl and sitting down, eating your lunch quickly before you had to go to work. 

15 minutes later, Lip had walked through the door. You got up to greet him. 

“Hey, babe. This smells good, what did you make?” Lip asked.  “Chilli and salad for lunch. You can have some,” you said. 

“Ah, nice,” Lip said. He gave you a kiss on the cheek, going over to the kitchen.  You frowned. He usually wasn’t this detached.

“How was work?” You asked. 

“Good,” Lip said, grabbing himself a bowl of chilli. “How was your day?”

“Good,” you said. “ I um… I cleaned the house and got groceries.”

“Oh, nice,” Lip said, sitting down. 

"Are you okay?” You asked. 

“Yeah, I’m just tired,” Lip said. 

“Um, okay,” you said. “Well, Freddy is upstairs taking a nap. He’s been asleep for about two hours, so he will probably wake up soon. The baby monitor is here. When he wakes up can you give him a bath? He’s a little stinky.”

“Sure,” Lip nodded. 

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to figure out why he was acting so off. 

“I gotta go to work. I'll see you later, okay?” You said. 

“Okay. Have fun,” Lip said.

You slammed the front door shut and walked to your car, letting out a long sigh. You wanted to ask why Lip was acting so distant, but you knew you had to go to work. You worked as a waitress at a local diner. You had been working there for the past 3 years. You hoped to be moving jobs to what you really wanted to do, which was cosmetics, but having a baby set you back a little. You were so thankful for Freddy, though, you didn’t regret having him one bit. It just sucked a lot. But you were good at your job. you were friendly to customers and co-workers, got the most tips, and never played around. You were your boss’s best waitress, despite you always having to change your shifts. 

You worked from 1 pm to 9, going back home tired, but happy you at least got a shift in. You drove home, looking forward to seeing Lip and Freddy, but once you got in the door, your excitement immediately diminished. 

Freddy was in his play pen and the person who was watching him wasn’t Lip. It was Carl. 

“Um, hey, Carl,” you frowned, setting your coat in the closet. 

Carl turned to you, a nervous smile on his face. “Hey, Y/n. How’re you?”

“Good, thanks. Where is Lip?” You asked, putting your hands on your hips. 

“He went out,” Carl answered. 

“To where?” You asked, your temper rising. “Um…. to the Alibi,” Carl said nervously. 

Your eyes blew wide. “What?! He went to the Alibi and left you to take care of our baby? No offense, Carl.”

“None taken,” Carl shrugged. 

“I…” you started to say. You put your fingers on your temples, rubbing in circles to try and ease the headache you were beginning to have. You were able to calm down a little. 

“Thank you for taking care of Freddy,” you said to Carl. 

“No problem. I love the little guy,” Carl smiled. 

You smiled back, grabbing your purse. “Here, let me pay you for watching him.”

“I would usually say yes to money, but I’ll say no this time. I like spending time with Freddy, he's my nephew, I like watching him,” Carl shrugged.

“Are you sure?” You asked, holding a 20 dollar bill. 

“Yeah, I am,” Carl smiled kindly. 

“Alright. Thank you. I’m going to find Lip. Do you mind staying until I come back?” You asked. 

“Nope. Can I have some of the chilli?” Carl asked. 

“Yeah, of course. Do you know how to change diapers and feed Freddy?” You asked. 

“Yeah, of course. I took care of Liam and Franny for Debbie sometimes,” Carl said. 

“Right, of course,” you chuckled. “Thanks, again. I’ll see you later.”

“See you,” Carl waved. 

You didn’t bother grabbing your coat, rushing out of the house to find Lip. You drove to the Alibi, parking haphazardly. You went in, anger surging through you as you saw Lip smoking and drinking his liver and lungs out. He was talking with Kermit and Tommy. 

“Lip!” You screamed, the whole room turning going quiet. 

“Oh, hey, Y/n!” Kev smiled. 

“Hey, Kev. Can I see Lip for a second?” You asked, clenching your jaw. 

Lip looked at you, his eyes dropping. “Hey, baby.” He walked up to you, a stoned smile on his face. 

You grabbed his hand, yanking him out to the alley behind the Alibi. 

“What's up?” Lip asked.

“You! That’s what’s up!” You exclaimed. 

“What do you mean?” Lip asked. 

“You fucking left Freddy alone!” You shouted. “I left him with Carl. He’s fine,” Lip shrugged. 

“Yeah, but you didn’t call me to say you were going to leave Freddy!” 

Lip glared at you. “I don’t need to call you. He’s my son.”

“He’s my son, too! I’m his mother. I need to know who he is with! What if Carl brought over Kelly and they started having sex on the couch where Freddy could see, huh? I don’t fucking want that!” 

Lip chuckled. “They wouldn’t do that. Carl and Kelly are broken up or whatever.”

You groaned. “That’s not the point! I’m tired and super stressed out. You could have let me know!” 

“I’m tired and stressed out, too!” Lip exclaimed.

“Oh, yeah, I bet you are. Getting fucking drunk and stoned,” you laughed sourly. 

“I’m not drunk, I had 2 sips of beer, and I worked!” Lip exclaimed. 

“Yeah? Well I worked, too! I worked until 9 at night. I should be home by then! And I was the one who cleaned the house and did the dishes and got the groceries, which by the way, you are fucking welcome!” You shouted. 

“I never asked you to do that,” Lip said. 

“i know, but I did it because we needed it. All I wanted was a thank you!” “Well I was tired and hungry when I got home,” Lip shrugged. 

You glared at him, tears clouding your vision. “You’re so full of shit, Lip. So full of fucking shit!” You screamed, pushing him back. He stumbled backwards and hit the brick wall gently. 

“What the fuck, Y/n?!” Lip yelled. 

“Don’t do that! You don’t have the right to question me!” You screamed back. 

Lip opened his mouth to yell back, but Veronica and Kevin came out. 

“Hey, you two stop it!” Veronica yelled. 

“Yeah, what’s going on?” Kevin asked. 

“She is yelling at me!” Lip pointed to you. 

“Yeah, cause you’re a fucking asshole!” You screamed, your voice hoarse and tears running down your face. 

“Oh, no,” Veronica muttered. She went over to you, wrapping her arms around you gently. “Let’s go inside and get you some tea, okay?”

You started to sob, leaning in to Veronica. Lip looked at you, his heart breaking at the sight of you so upset.  

“Kev, you take Lip home and get him cleaned up, okay? Make sure Freddy is fed and changed and put to bed, too,” Veronica instructed. 

Kevin nodded, putting his arm around Lip and went to Lip’s car. Veronica walked you inside, taking you to the back of the bar. She got you a beer and a hot cup of tea, placing them in front of you. 

“T-Thanks,” you sniffled. 

“Talk to me, baby,” Veronica said, sitting down next to you. 

“Lip left Freddy home alone with Carl. I’ve been so busy and tired today. I cleaned the whole house, got the groceries. I worked for fucking 8 hours. I just wanted a little ‘thank you’ from Lip. That’s all I wanted,” you cried. “God, I’m such a fucking crybaby.”

Veronica put her hand on your arm comfortingly. “No, honey, you’re not. I understand, don’t worry, and Lip should, too. Maybe you should calm down a little and then go back home and talk to him. Really talk, no shouting and pushing.”

You took a big sip of your beer and nodded. “Yeah, that’s a good plan.”

Veronica smiled. “Do you want anything to eat?”

“No, I’m fine,” you said. 

“You sure? We have some chocolate chip cookies,” Veronica smiled. 

“Hm, okay. I'll have a few,” you smiled. 

“Great!” Veronica squealed. She went away for a few moments, coming back with a container full of cookies. 

You sat and talked with Veronica for two hours. You soon were about to pass out and decided to drive you and Veronica home since Kevin had taken their car. 

“Thanks for the fun night, V,” you smiled at Veronica as you dropped her back to her house. 

“No problem! Drive home safe! Call if you need anything,” Veronica said. 

“Will do,” you said and drove back home, which was thankfully only 5 minutes away. 

You got home, going in and seeing the living room empty. You took off your shoes, groaning in relief as your heels had been aching the whole day. You trudged up the stairs and into your bedroom. You heard the shower going but didn’t bother to go and see Lip. 

You changed out of your work clothes and into a pair of shorts and a tank top. You put your hair in a messy bun, flinging yourself on your bed. 

Lip came into the room with Freddy a few moments later. You noticed his presence.

“What?” You snapped. 

“I just… do you want Freddy and I to lay down with you?” Lip asked. 

You looked to them, seeing Freddy smiling at you. You couldn’t help but smile back. “Sure.”

You scooted over, Lip setting Freddy down next to you and climbing into bed with you. You gave Freddy a big kiss. 

“Hi, baby. I’ve missed you,” you cooed. 

Freddy chortled, clapping his hands. You giggled with the baby, ignoring Lip until he spoke. 

“So uh… how was your day?” Lip asked nervously. 

“Fine. How was yours?” You asked, not looking at him. 

“Mine was uh… good,” Lip said. 

“Good,” you said shortly. 

There was an awkward silence between you two before Lip spoke again. 

“I wanted to apologise for my actions today,” Lip started to say. 

This was the first time you felt like looking at him. You stared in his blue eyes, waiting for his apology. 

“I’m sorry about ignoring the work you did around the house and I’m sorry for not letting you know I was having Carl take care of Freddy. And I’m sorry for going to the Alibi and getting stoned. I really appreciate you cleaning the house. It really needed to be cleaned and to keep it clean, I promise to try and not leave dishes out and pick up Freddy’s toys,” Lip said. 

You smiled at his apology, scooting up on the bed so you could put your forehead on his without crushing Freddy. 

“Thank you. And the house being messy isn’t totally your fault. I need to learn to clean up after myself more, too,” you said. 

Lip chuckled, “That’s something we can both work on then.”

“Totally,” you smiled. 

“I’m also sorry for yelling at you at the Alibi. I’ve just been so stressed with work and Freddy. I’ve never had to take care of a baby that was my own before. I’ve always had help from Fiona and Ian,” Lip said. 

You put your hand on his cheek. “I know, baby. This is all new for me, too. And I’m sorry for yelling at you, too, you didn’t deserve that.”

“It’s alright. I kinda did,” Lip chuckled. 

You rolled your eyes with a smile “Well anyways, we’ll get through this together, okay? I love you. So, so, so much. And I love Freddy, probably a little too much,” you joked. “Let’s just take this one day at a time okay?”

Lip nodded and pressed his lips against yours softly. You kissed him back before pulling away, making sure Freddy was okay. 

Lip smiled. “I love you, too, you know.”

You looked back up to Lip with a big smile. “Yeah, I know.”

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[metalbuckaroo]

ALRIGHT! YOU WANTED AN AU THAT YOU HAVEN'T DONE YET AND I AM HERE TO PROVIDE! HOW ABOUT A LITTLE HORROR AU WITH BUCKY?!?

Got some prompts for ya, love!

“this is the opposite of what i told you to do.”

“did i ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?” <-thought maybe you could do this one if they're hiding in a small space together 👀🥴

“that was, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

Don't Listen

Summary// A cry for help has you stopping the car to check it out

Warnings// Usual horror movie warnings, mentions of violence, guns, weapons, injury, nightmares and death, could possibly be considered dark since it's horror movie themed (just in case I did tag it dark) there's a tinge of fluff in there, cursing.

AU// Horror Movie!AU x Cop!Bucky x Reader

Note// this was a lot of fun to write and I'm soooo happy that you had this idea 🥺 as always, requests and asks are open. Though this doesn't include smut, 18+ only

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Moodboars by: @commonintrest

Just like every other Friday night after Bucky's shift, he took you with him on a drive on a backroad. The same back road as always, one that wound around and had houses that were a mile or more apart.

Windows down and light music playing to unwind from the long work week both of you dealt with.

"Wait-wait-" You grabbed Bucky's arm to stop him from pulling away from the stop sign. "What?" He sighed, looking over at you. "Did you hear that?"

Bucky nearly stopped breathing to stay quiet enough to hear what you were talking about, the only sound he could hear being the quiet music from the speakers and soft mechanical whirring of his left arm.

You could've swore you heard a woman's voice screaming from the abandoned house you drove by every week. The one that looked to, at one point in time, doubled as a junk yard from the rusted out cars that littered the back and front yard, along with the tree line in the back of the house.

He shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows at you. "I don't hear anything." He shrugged. You still didn't move your hand, listening intently.

Bucky nearly choked on his own spit when you suddenly got out of the car, making your way up the walkway to the run down house.

"Godda- what the hell are you doing?!" He barked after you, jamming the car in park and opening the glove compartment for his gun.

"How could you not hear that?" You huffed, trying to peak in the cracks of the boarded windows as Bucky secured his gun into the holster on his belt. "You going crazy on me? It's an abandoned house, babygirl." He said, gently gripping your wrist in the metal of his left hand.

"Then you won't mind going in to check it out, Deputy Barnes." You sassed, poking a finger into his chest at his title.

Bucky rolled his eyes, going to the door to twist the handle open; knowing it'd be useless to argue with you.

The house was completely dark, Bucky clicking on his flashlight to peer around the living room at the old, torn up furniture that was covered in dust and dirt.

He exhaled and turned back to you, seeing you chewing on your bottom lip. "See? It's just an old, vacant house." He assured, getting ignored as you pushed pass him. "Yeah, yeah." You dismissed, taking his flashlight to look for yourself.

Bucky followed close behind as you went towards the kitchen, different types of bugs and rats scattering when the light would land on them.

"C'mon, back in the car. Need to get ya home." He went to grab your arm again and you moved away to a door that was cracked open, a dim light peaking through. "Hey-" He let out an aggravated groan and followed you down the stairs that the door led to.

"This is the opposite of what I told you to do." He snapped, looking at your completely froze form at the bottom of the stairs.

When he reached the bottom, he looked into the lit room. Everything was completely new, stainless steel tables, glossy, concrete floors and plastic sheets on the walls.

"What the fuck..." Bucky grumbled, walking further into the room. There were different hallways, meaning the bottom of the house stretched much farther than the main part.

He looked over to your wide-eyed face, nudging your arm. "Go back to the car." He said softly, stepping further into the room. "What? No, I'm going with you." You said, furrowinf your eyebrows at him.

"You really are going crazy." He huffed, going to one of the hallways, your footsteps following close behind. "Are you still hearing- whatever it was you were hearing?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at you.

"No, but that doesn't mean that nobody is down here."

Peaking one of the doors halfway down the hall open, there was a dark closet on the other side; Bucky opening the door more to flick on the light. "Nothing." He exhaled, looking behind the door.

A sudden slam of a door made you suck in a sharp breath and grip onto Bucky's sturdy metal arm; both of you standing completely still.

A tall, slender man covered in blood stood by one of the sets of metal drawers, pulling out different sharp instruments and whistling an upbeat tune as Bucky shoved you into the closet with him. Shutting the door as quiet as possible.

"Shit..." He cursed under his breath, pressing the heel of his right palm into his forehead. "What are we gonna do?"

Bucky huffed a breath at your question and shook his head. "I don't know." He mumbled, looking at your scared expression. "You're the one with a metal arm and gun. Fucking do something." You blabbered before his hand clamped over your mouth.

"Shut the hell up, you're gonna get us killed." He hissed, staring down at you for a moment as he listened for any movement. "Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?" He said, squinting at you.

You swatted at his hand and huffed a breath. "Now is not the time." You mumbled, raking a hand through your hair to help think of how to get out of this situation. "This was, by far, the stupidest thing you've ever done." Bucky snapped in a hushed voice, cracking the door open so he could peak out.

"Do you see him?" Bucky nodded his head at your question, hand on the handle of his gun again, just in case as he shut the door again. "All of these hallways, there has to be another way out." He sighed, rubbing his metallic hand down his face.

"Maybe we can make a break for it down the hallway while he's not looking?" You shrugged, the nervous look on Bucky's face making you worry more and more. "No, that's a terrible idea."

The woman's voice you heard earlier echoed into the room, making you grab for the door handle. "What are you doing?" Bucky said in a whispered yell. "I hear someone, they need help, Buck." You choked out, trying to keep your voice quiet as you pulled at his metal hand that held the door shut.

The cry for help was close to driving you crazy, echoing into your ears as you pulled harder on his arm. How could he not hear it? It was so loud, the woman might as well have been in the room with you.

"Hey, sweetheart. C'mere." Bucky cooed, grabbing both of your hands in his left hand, his right lifting to hold your chin. "Don't listen to it. Okay? Don't listen to it." He muttered, trying to soothe your fidgety form. "Bucky, there's someone else down-"

The grip on your hands tightened when you tried to jerk them away from him. "We'll deal with it when we get outta here. Can't do anything if we're dead." He said through gritted teeth.

You were starting to panic more. Trapped in the basement of some house, no way to get to the phones or the car that was still parked at the side of the road outside.

"This is my fault, I should've never got out of the car. I'm so sorry, Bucky. I'm sorry." Bucky had to think fast to silence your quiet crying and apologies; to find a moment to think.

His lips found yours for a brief moment, making you turn your head to break away. "You idiot, this is not the time for that." You huffed, Bucky's hands going to the sides of your face.

If this was the last bit of time he had he needed you to know. "Sweetheart, listen to me. I love you, I never told you before because I'm a fucking idiot. But, I love you." He said quietly, steel blue eyes dancing back and forth as tears welled in your eyes.

"We're gonna die aren't we?" Your shaky voice broke his heart. He shook his head, looking down at you. "No, no. I promise, I won't let anything happen to you. I swear, I wont."

"What the hell do we do?" You exhaled, pressing the heels of your palms to your eyesockets. "I... I'm going to do something and I need you to run. As fast as you can, up the stairs. Don't worry about me. Okay? Just fucking run until you get to the car, get in and drive. I'll be fine."

It was finally your turn to look at him like he'd lost his mind. "You're fucking stupid if you think I'm leaving y-"

Bucky's hand left hand clamped over your mouth again when heavy footsteps started down the hallway, free hand clicking the light off.

You squeezed your eyes shut as the footsteps got closer, waiting for the moment the door was jerked open and all of it would be over, with so much that was left unsaid.

You let out a breath that had been trapped in your lungs when the footsteps passed the door, Bucky leaning to talk as quiet as he could in your ear. "You have to. Go to the station, a neighbors, anything. Just get out."

You nodded in agreement and he lowered his hand, taking his gun from the holster and opening the door.

Your heart pounded in your ears as he stepped into the hallway cautiously, gesturing for you to come out. "Straight to the car and drive away." He ordered, a loud slam of a door making both of you look back down the hallway.

"Bucky-" You started, going to grab his arm before he aimed at the lanky figured at the end of the hallway.

A single shot was let off, going straight into the man's chest; but he still didn't stop his long strides towards the two of you. "You can't escape." His ominous voice chuckled, echoing against the walls.

Bucky swallowed thickly and aimed again, firing each round into the sinister form before shoving the firearm back into it's designated spot and grabbing your shoulders. "Run."

Your eyes tore away from the menacing saunter the man kept as you darted towards the end of the hall where the large room started; Bucky following.

A loud, heart wrenching scream made your stomach churn, looking behind you to see the man pulling a knife from Bucky's side. You froze, not sure if you should try to help Bucky, or run for help as he grew closer to you.

A shake of Bucky's head as he fumbled back to his feet sent you up the stairs, a hand wrapping around your ankle and jerking your leg from under you; your chin smacking one of the wooden stairs making you whimper.

You blinked away the fuzzy feeling in your vision and gripped onto the splintering wood, pulling your body forward as you brought your knee up and rammed the bottom of your foot into his face; getting out of his grip long enough to climb the last of the stairs.

Jerking the front door open, you stumbled off the porch and down the driveway. The car was right there, nearly in your reach as your legs worked fast to carry you closer to it.

The keys were still in the ignition, but the engine wouldn't turn over; the starter clicking again and again as you sobbed and screamed for it to start.

Pounding on the steering wheel; you cursed and screamed before you gripped it as you took a deep, shaky breath, looking to where the two phones once sat in the cubby hole under the stereo. "Fuck!" You cried, pulling yourself from the car.

The front door was jerked open again, making you stop in your tracks and look to who it was.

"Buck-" you felt a tinge of relief paint over the fear that surged your veins, his once neat, clean uniform shirt now torn on his side and blood soaked. "Go! The woods! Go!" He barked, making his way down the broken down porch steps as fast as he could to follow behind you.

Lungs burning, tears streaking your face in fear for your best friend and legs threatening to give out each time your feet pounded against the dirt, you glanced over your shoulder to see where Bucky went; arms suddenly encasing your mid-section and pulling you to a near by tree.

A scream tried to rip from your chest, the familiar coolness of metal clasping over your lips stopping it. "Shhh!" Bucky hissed, bruises blooming on his face and blood coating his teeth from the cut on his lip.

Breathing heavily through your nose, you let your eyes close. The thundering of your heart making it hard to hear anything. "There's a neighboring house just outside the treeline. You can make it there." He said once he was sure there wasn't anyone close by.

"What about you?" You said once he moved his hand, voice shaky and hoarse from how raw your throat felt. "I'm gonna try. C'mon."

He pulled you along behind him, feet moving fast over logs and vines that littered the ground.

Bucky suddenly stopped, tugging you to go infront of him and urging you faster; the break in the woods getting closer and closer, finally walking into the neighboring yard.

A middle aged man answered your frantic knocking, shock and fear etching across his face at the sight on his front porch. "Deputy James Barnes, we need to use your phone." Bucky said holding his badge up.

A simple nod and he moved aside to let the two of you in; locking all of the locks on his door before going to where his home phone sat. "Honey! Can I get some help down here?! Sit down, my wife is a nurse, let her look at that." The man said, handing Bucky the phone and gesturing to one of the dining chairs.

"Are you okay? Do you need some water?" He asked, reaching a hand towards you. "Yes, please." You croaked out, still on edge that the man could come through the door at any moment.

"Oh, my god." A woman gasped from the bottom of the stairs. "What happened to the two of you?"

"Long story." Bucky groaned, letting her lift his uniform shirt to inspect the gash on his side. "I'm calling it in, we'll be outta here soon. Okay, sugar?" The promising look in Bucky's eyes added hope back into your heart. "Yeah."

Soon, ambulances and patrol cars filled the road, Bucky insisting on going with Steve and Sam to search the perimeter again; no matter how many times you protested. Only getting promises that it'd be fine as the paramedics ushered you to the ambulance.

Every second felt like an hour as you waited for the three men to appear back from the woods, Bucky limping this time as he walked to stand in front of you.

"Are you okay?" You said, lifting your hands to his blood and dirt covered cheeks, seeing him wince slightly. "I'm fine, we're fine." He said, giving a light smile and taking your hands in his, holding them to his chest. "You're staying with me tonight. Alright, babygirl?"

You gave a soft nod, pressing a tender kiss to his busted bottom lip before leaning your forehead against his. "'M so tired." You sighed, Bucky's hands moving to massage the tops of your sore thighs. "Can stay as long as you want and need."

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Two weeks passed, you still hadn't left Bucky's apartment to stay in your own. Every time you slept you could hear the woman's voice that hadn't been found; Bucky being right next to you when you'd force yourself awake seemed to help.

He never mentioned the incident after all of the reports and paperwork had been finished, he didn't want to bring back any memories you had managed to lock away.

But, he was worried, it affected you a lot more than it did him and it scared him. He watched you scrub the clothes from that night so many times before just throwing them away.

He didn't want you to leave the safety of his apartment or his bed for your own. It was the only thing to ease the constant uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Bucky saw the pained look on your face everytime you'd see the crooked scar on his side, it was completely different than the loving way you'd look at the one on his shoulder. So, when you'd trace it with your fingertips he'd always make it a point to tell you it wasn't your fault and how much he loved you.

He swore to himself that nothing would be left unspoken again.

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