favorite episode of durarara is the one where kyouhei goes around indiscriminately beating ass all across ikebukuro
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đ€Prologue - My Reputation's Never Been Worse
Ok, so I was in the mood to create something dealing with the news about Logan's car being traded for Alex. So, I thought, why not give Reputations a prologue. Now, this does not happen in 2024. This is set around the 2023 Brazil Grand Prix. Everything in this story is fake. I'm sorry I had to make some of the drivers mean - in no way do I think that they act like this. Yes, they could be nicer to Logan but because I don't know them personally, I have no real thoughts about what they do in their own lives.
All I know is that Logan deserves all the love and my heart hurts for him.
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Saturday, November 4, 2023Â
âYou want to do what?âÂ
James sighed as he hunched over his desk. Logan was in disbelief over the question that he was just asked. Alex sat to his right, chewing on his finger nails.Â
âItâs just for one race Logan. Itâs no big deal.âÂ
Loganâs brows pinched in annoyance. âNo big deal? Two races ago, we scored our first double points. I have raced clean, Iâve shown you what I can do.âÂ
âThat right now doesnât matter Logan,â James pushed. âWhat matters is the team. And we need to keep pushing to get points.âÂ
âThen let me race. Let me prove to you that I can do it.âÂ
Alex coughed, but no one paid attention to him. The Thaiâs eyes were pointed at the floor. His silence was deafening. Logan leaned back in his seat.Â
âAre you asking me or telling me?âÂ
There wasnât an answer from James, which gave Logan everything he needed to know. How dare they come to a circuit without an extra chassis. How dare they ask Logan to give up his car that he worked so hard to get in the first place. It was ridiculous. And even if Alex managed to score points, it wouldnât really matter. There were only a few races left.Â
Logan finally turned to his teammate. âWhat do you think about this?âÂ
Alex only replied, âI would do what was best for the team.âÂ
A scoff escaped the blondeâs lips. Â
âSo if I had crashed out, and they asked you to give your car to me, what would you say?âÂ
âIt wouldnât matter because theyâd never ask me to do that. Iâd still drive.âÂ
Loganâs jaw wanted to fall. Did Alex really just say that? The man who had been so confident in Logan. The one who encouraged him after every fault. The person who was supposed to be his teammate.Â
Logan could only collapse against the back of the chair. In frustration, he threw his hands up.Â
âFine. Whatever it take for the team right?â he bit.Â
âThank you Logan.âÂ
However, the American was out the door before he could even hear James. He needed some air. As he walked around the paddock, he saw lots of people but thankfully (or sadly) they didnât pay attention to him. After walking for a bit, he knew where he was automatically going to.Â
The back of the Mercedes garage.Â
George, bless his heart, had comforted him once after a particular bad DNF and told him that if he ever needed a place to just sit, he was always welcome there. The tall Briton was always nice to the American. Way nicer than anyone had really treated him.Â
He sat on the wet-ish grass and pulled out his phone. Time to look like he was actually doing something. Maybe the weather in Madrid was nice, or maybe it was raining back home? The weather app was always his go to.Â
It only took a matter of moments for the post to go live. His eyes followed the mass amount of comments that poured in. And most of them were not lovely. He wanted to cry, but he knew better.Â
Footsteps made him aware that someone was coming. He quickly stood up and rounded a corner, putting his back flat against the wall.Â
It was Alex, George, Lando, and Oscar.Â
âGreat,â he whispered when he realized that there was no way to escape without them seeing. Oh well, eavesdropping was one of his specialties.Â
âHe was not happy,â he heard Alex say. âI donât blame him.âÂ
Lando scoffed, or well, he thought it was Lando.Â
âThis wouldnât have happened if he was a better driver.âÂ
Yep, that was Lando.Â
âCome on, donât say that.âÂ
Thank you Oscar, Logan wanted to say. Thank you for standing up for me.Â
âMate, you were just saying yesterday about how he really isnât fit for F1. You said that he should have stuck with Indy Car or something.âÂ
Ouch.
Logan wanted to throw up.Â
âShit, I was really mean to him in there. I should have said something.â That was Alex again.Â
Logan could practically hear Lando roll his eyes. For some reason, George has stayed eerily quiet.Â
âAlex, itâs his own fault. Iâm just saying everything that everyone is thinking. Iâm the only one who is brave enough to say it. Logan Sergeant has no business being in Formula 1.âÂ
Oscar stuttered out, âThatâs enough Lando.âÂ
âRight sorry, forgot you two were close.âÂ
Come on Oscar.Â
âNot that close. He exaggerates a bit. To be honest, I just felt bad for him. He kind of stuck to me and I just let him.âÂ
Oh.
Alex sighed. âHe wanted to prove something so much. But thereâs really no need.âÂ
âNo need?â Logan whispered to himself.Â
âJames isnât extending his contract. Williams is going with whoever wins this yearâs Formula 2 championship.âÂ
There was silence for a bit. Logan took the time to reign in his breaths that were quickly getting faster and faster. He did not need to have a panic attack here and now.Â
âWe have to go, Andrea is texting me.âÂ
âIâll go with. My engineers have to look over Loganâs car to change some things.âÂ
He heard footsteps start to walk away. The lone Williams driver let out a deep sigh and sank to the ground. His head was automatically in his hands as he finally let his tears shed. What he didnât see was a 6-foot Briton walking his way.Â
The blonde gasped when he felt a food nudge his. His head shot up and was faced with George.Â
âOh hey. Didnât see you coming.âÂ
âI know you were listening.âÂ
Red flushed Loganâs face as the idea of being caught.Â
âItâs not eavesdropping if everyone talks so loudly.âÂ
George sighed. âIâm not mad Logan. Iâm worried for you.âÂ
A scoff escaped from Logan.Â
âYouâd be the first.âÂ
George felt his heart drop at the sentence.Â
âI try and try, and no matter what I do, itâs never good enough.âÂ
âMate, you canât get anywhere in a Williams. Did you even see my rookie year? It was bloody awful.âÂ
Logan looked back down. âBut youâre now in Mercedes. You won the Formula 2 championship. I wasnât even runner up or third place. Williams is all I have, er, well, had I guess.âÂ
âIâm truly sorry Logan.âÂ
âSure.âÂ
George started to walk away, knowing that trying to convince the American that he was good enough was a lost cause. Logan waited until the Briton left before standing up to make his way back to the garage.Â
He could feel the eyes on him now as he made the journey back to Williams. His eyes caught George standing with Lewis, Max, and Charles. They looked sad as they watched him walk.Â
Whatever, Logan did want or need their pity.Â
The American kept on walking, only stopping to ask for a car to take him back to his hotel. Man, did he wish Benny were here. It would make everything so much better. His phone had been blowing up with so many notifications. Multiple messages from his friends back home, along with his parents, had been nothing less than supportive.Â
However, one message caught his eye as he was going through the long list. He was surprised, but there was a warm, fuzzy feeling at the sight of your name. He knew that you were also having a hard time adjusting to everything. Except for the fact that you had won a race for Arrow a few weeks prior. Hell, he was even at your celebration party. But he remembered the looks on your teamâs faces as you celebrated.Â
One good word would be jealousy.Â
And it wasnât just your team: it was everyone.Â
He sent you a quick text saying that heâd call you when he got back to his room. A fast âIâll be waitingâ brought the warm feelings back.
 He quickly walked through the hotel doors and into the elevator. It was going to be so nice when he could change into his sweatpants and t-shirt.
Logan mulled over the entire thing as he showered.Â
He could have stayed home in Florida. He wasnât needed here anyway. He could be in his childhood room, in his own comfy bed instead of the stuffy hotel room that he knew was smaller than the one that Alex got. He had seen the Thaiâs pictures from Instagram and their rooms did not look the same.Â
He quickly glanced in the mirror, just to see if his hair looked fine. He was thinking of growing it out, but hesitated to. He didnât want to be made fun of even more than he already was. With a jump into the bed, he was ready.Â
He sent you a quick text, only to be met with the FaceTime screen ready. He rolled his eyes, you had always been so impatient to talk to people. When he pressed the green button, he was met with a big smile and an oh so familiar and safe face.Â
âHi Logan.âÂ
How he missed your voice. You were always so soft spoken, but could yell at people if you needed to. He had been on the wrong side of your yell one too many times. But, he could listen to you for hours if he could.Â
âHello? Earth to Logan?âÂ
He quickly shook his head.Â
âHi Y/n,â he murmured, laying his head on his bicep as he just looked into the camera. You had a sad smile as you looked at the blonde.Â
You could see his eyebags and his pale completion through the small screen. His red eyes signified that he probably cried when he took his shower (you knew because his hair was still soaked).Â
You cleared your voice. âHow are you holding up?âÂ
Loganâs shoulders only raised before dropping back down.Â
âIâve been better.âÂ
âOf course you have.âÂ
âOverheard that Iâm not going to be resigned for next year.âÂ
A gasp echoed through the room before you sighed. Your hand ran through your hair. When you and Logan were little, people always mistook you for twins or very close siblings. That always annoyed you because you claimed that Logan was your boyfriend, not your brother. The moms and dads would just laugh.Â
Looking back, you always wished you cherished those moments more than you had. The ârelationshipâ only lasted for three days or until you saw Logan give Jessica his extra fruit roll up instead of you. After that, you claimed that you could only be his best friend since he didnât love you as much as you loved him. You were over it as soon as you gave Michael your extra fruit roll up.Â
You looked down at your fingers in your lap and bit your lip.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?âÂ
You sighed again. âIf it helps, Iâm not getting resigned either.âÂ
Loganâs eyes widened as he scoffed.Â
âThatâs ridiculous. You have given them 1 out of their 2 wins this season.âÂ
âAnd Logan, you scored points as the first American in like 30 years. Nothing in motorsports is ever fair.âÂ
Logan leaned back, but kept his face visible.Â
âRemember when we were kids? And we always said that we would make it to our dreams together?âÂ
A quiet hum sounded from his phone.Â
âHave we made it yet?âÂ
Silence was his answer.Â
âI donât think we have.âÂ
âWhat do you mean by that?âÂ
âLogan, is driving in a Williams really your dream?âÂ
The male thought for a moment. Did he accomplish his dream of getting and making it to Formula 1? To the outside world, yes, yes he did. He drove for an F1 team. He âmade itâ even if it wasnât the best. But is it really making it if you finished 21st in a 22 driver line up?Â
No, that was not making it. That was barely getting by.Â
âI guess my dream was just to show everyone that I could do it. That Iâd be good at it. But, now I havenât done that.âÂ
âThen why have you given up?âÂ
âBecause everyone wants me to. No one has ever liked me for me.âÂ
âI do.âÂ
Logan inhaled sharply. He finally turned his head to see you looking right at him through the screen. He felt a tear run down his face.Â
When had that gotten there?Â
âLogan, listen to me.âÂ
A hum from him made you laugh. You guessed thatâs what you were going to get out of him.Â
âYou have the talent, Williams saw that. They just couldnât give you a car to maximize your potential. And who cares if no one likes you. You donât have to make them like you, but at the same time you do. You canât be green-eyed lady whisperer Charles Leclerc or World Champion Max Verstappen.âÂ
He rolled his eyes. âWow, thanks Y/n.âÂ
Your giggles filled the air. âThatâs not what I meant and you know it.âÂ
âYeah, yeah, please continue about Charlesâs green eyes.âÂ
âDude I could write a whole biography on his eyes alone. But I donât want to. Iâd rather write a whole novel about yours.âÂ
What was that supposed to mean?Â
âAnyway, what Iâm trying to say Logan, is that you have to believe in yourself and show them that they need to like you because you are you. Say it with me please? Like youâre talking to a hater. âYou must like me for meâ.âÂ
Logan whispered back, trying to believe his words.Â
âYou must like me for me.âÂ
He shot up from the bed as soon as he said the words.Â
âIsnât that a Taylor Swift lyric?âÂ
His eyes narrowed at you through the phone. You only smirked back at him.Â
âQuite possibly. Now, you are going to go to bed, sleep so well, and then keep smiling. Show them that they havenât destroyed your spirit just yet.âÂ
Logan put his head on a pillow.Â
âOh, so they are going to destroy my spirit at some point.âÂ
âYep!,â you popped the âp,â âbut not right now. That can come later.âÂ
He smiled dopily at you.Â
âYouâre the best you know? I know that I say that Oscar is my best friend, but itâs actually you.âÂ
A whine-like noise came from your throat.Â
âYouâre my best friend too. Iâll see you in a couple of months ok? Still have to beat Dalton at football this summer.âÂ
âYou say that every year!âÂ
âOk and?âÂ
âGoodnight Y/n.âÂ
âNight Logan. Sweet dreams.âÂ
You hung up the phone, leaving Logan alone in his little hotel apartment. He thought about what you had said. Whatâs the point in trying to make them believe in him anyway. They were going to throw him away like trash soon.Â
But you were also right. He didnât need to prove anything to anyone. He just needed to show them what he could do, and they could feel bad about it later.Â
Logan set his alarms for the morning and got under the covers.Â
Heâd show them.Â
His reputation has never been worse, so whatâs a bit of fun until the end?Â
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logansargeant if I didn't have a day job, I'd spend every moment listening to you, come visit me soon - your best friend
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logiebear oooooo girl in the pictures - have something to tell us mr. American đ€š
lolo2024 what they did to him this weekend was unfair
sargeant2 this was my first Grand Prix and I came from Spain just to watch him! I'm so sad that now I won't get to... :(
logansargeant hey! sorry about that - let me know what you're wearing and I'll try to find you, thank you for the support đ
sargeant2 OH MY GOSH
racer.y/n I'll see you soon ok! sorry, my day job is also taking up all my time 𧥠*liked by logansargeant*
indyxf1 HELLO Y/N L/N??
log4_ever who is she?
indyxf1 so she like grew up grew up with Logan and she currently races for McLaren Arrow (their IndyCar entry) - she's won half of their races (1/2)
sarg4president they don't deserve you Logan!
loscar_812 I thought Oscar was your best friend hmmmm??
logan&y/n uhhhh haven't you seen that Oscar has been drifting since he's gotten closer with Lando??
loscar_812 oh. yeah. :(
billsracing and I thought williams was different - not them creeping in the likes đ
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I want to be appreciated
đ€Charles x Fem!reader
đ€summary: Charles reached his limit after his results at the Austin Grand Prix and needs his lover more than ever
đ€warnings: angst, fluff and a lil suggestive at the end ;) French sentences are translated
đ€a/n: this is my first fic so please have mercy on me. English is not my first language so i am happy for any feedback <3 ENJOY BABES
Charles was always a giver. His friends needed him to take them somewhere? Alright be ready in 5. His Team Principal called him last minute for a team meeting? Of course anything for Ferrari.
It never bothered Charles because thatâs his way of showing care and appreciation to what he has. He loves seeing others being well and happy and him being the reason for that but what about his needs? Why is it so hard for people to appreciate him?
It hit him hard when he ended up in P6 and was later on disqualified at the US Austin Grand Prix. People rushed to him and tried to cheer him up but nothing worked and thatâs when they realised, theyâve got no clue on how to help the one that always WAS the helper himself. All Charles needed right now was the warmth of one person. You, (Y/n). His lovely girlfriend that somehow notices everything about him.
Charles enters his driver room and sees you already waiting for him with your arms wide open and a gentle smile on your face.
âCome here mon amour, laisse-toi aller, tu es en sĂ©curitĂ© iciâ (my love, let it all out, you are safe here)
Itâs in that moment that Charles finally letâs go and crashes in your arms with quiet sobs and a tight grip on your shirt. He keeps repeating âwhy me, why? what did i do?â as he hides his face in your neck.
(Y/n) doesnât say anything and keeps softly caressing his back and scratching his head and letâs him cry it all out. You remind him that he is safe here and that youâve got him. Charles slowly stopped and sat down on his bed and rubbed his eyes.
âItâs always like this ma cherriĂ©, i just want to leaveâŠpeut-on retourner Ă l'hĂŽtel sâil tu plaĂźt?â. (can we go back to the Hotel please?)
(Y/n) nods and grabs his bag that she already packed because she knew charles wouldnât want to be around anyone. (Y/n) messaged Joris and Andrea and let them know that they are leaving. You handed Charles his sunglasses and hat and grabbed his hand.
âLets go Cha, just follow my lead okay baby?â
He only nodded and followed you like a lost puppy into his rented Ferrari. Fans, journalists and photographers tried to take pictures and ask questions but you shieled him and asked for distance and respect. Once at the car, you wanted to enter the passenger seat but got tugged back slightly by Charles.
âCan you please drive⊠i just⊠i just donât want toâŠâ
With no hesitation, you let him sit and took the seat behind the steering wheel and drove the two of you back to the hotel. Once there, you helped Charles enter through the back door and you both immediatly made your way inside your room and let him lay down on the bed. Charles heard your footsteps and turned his face to look at you and saw you disappearing into the bathroom.
(Y/n) tied her hair up and started to run a warm bath for Charles with lavender scented bubbles, a scent to relax the mind. While the bathub was getting ready, (Y/n) went back to Charles and started to take off his shoes and his clothes.
âLet me take care of you my love okay? All you have to do is enjoy and relax and nothing elseâ
You kiss his forehead as he looked tiredly and hopeful at you. Charles nodded and let you guide him into the bathroom that is filled with the aroma of lavender which immediatly calms him down slowly. (Y/n) guides him into the bath and letâs him relax his tense muscles.
âClose your eyes mon amour and let me massage you and take care of you. Tell me if you need anything ma vieâ (my life)
You kiss his lips softly as he closes his eyes and sighs in content. You start to massage his head and move down towards his shoulders and arms. You make sure to massage the sore spots and gently start to also massage the rest of his body. Charles felt like he was on cloud nine as he could finally relax and only focus on you and your touch. Usually itâs a big havoc inside his brain when its a race weekend but with this? He never wants to go back.
After cleaning and massaging his whole body, (Y/n) also washed his hair and made him step out of the bathub once finished. He put the towel around himself and you gently took his hand and brought him back to the bedroom. You helped drying him and made sure to moisturize is body and face gently.
During the whole process you would give him soft kisses and tell him how proud you are of him and encourage him.
Charles watched you with nothing but loving eyes as he felt his whole body feel the warmth of your kind soul. Every touch and gaze from you made him feel loved, cared for and⊠and appreciated⊠finallyâŠHe almost teared up again at the thought of having you by his side and how blessed he was.
You lightly laugh at his teared up eyes and hold his face.
âI love you Charles, whatever goes inside of that incredible brain of yours just know that with me you will always be loved and appriciated.â
(Y/n) kisses him and Charles automatically wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to him. You sit on his lap and keep admiring him with a soft smile.
âMerci mon amour, je t'aime du plus profond de mon cĆur et de mon Ăąme.â (thank you my love, i love you from the deepest part of my heart and soul.)
You were about to stand up and grab some clothes for Charles but he held your wrist and gave you a pleading look.
âMon amour⊠pleaseâŠje veux que tu touches tout mon corps, qui brĂ»le de dĂ©sir pour toi.â (I want your touch all over my body, its burning in desire for you)
You looked down and saw his bulge growing underneath the towel and Charles blushing red in need and want for you. His hold on your wrist gets tighter and his whines get into your head.
âJe serai un bon garçon pour toi, mon amourâ (Iâll be a good boy for you my love)
There are definitely more ways of showing appreciationâŠ
HOW YOU GUYS FEELING ABOUT THISSSSSS? This was hunting me all week long after seeing the results of the race :(
Reblogs, comments & feedback are very much appreciated!
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I owe you a kiss Pt.4
Pairing: Minchan x femReader (mention of Jisung/Felix)
Word Count: 5903
Summary: Chan arrives at the hospital to be there for his family in person. The news they receive about you aren't what they expected and Minho can't help but blame himself. Your husbands try to navigate their life as you recover.
Warnings/Tags: angst, fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, mention of blood, mention of a panic attack, coma, mention of sleeping pills, mention of throwing up (no further descriptions) min feels guilty, anxious!min, soft!chan
A/N: I sure hope you don't hate me as much as last week...đ„șđ€
PART THREE | PART FIVE
Chan's heart drops to his stomach as he sees him. Tears stream down his face, and he looks terrified. Truly terrified. There's blood on his shirt, there's blood on the hand he uses to try and wipe away his tears. âMinho, fuck, where are you?â
âHospitalâ is all he gets out.Â
âWhy, whatâŠMinho, where's Y/N?â he asks, his stomach tightening in fear at the pained sound that leaves Minho when your name is mentioned. âMin?â
Minho's breathing picks up, and he clutches the fabric of his pants tightly, trying to steady himself. âSomeone crashed into our car, I-I swear it wasn't my fault. T-The airbag didn't open a-and-,â he breaks off with a sob. âChannie, there was so much blood,â he whimpers.Â
âWhere's Y/nnie?â he asks, barely audible, blank fear taking over him.Â
âShe's in surgery right now. Channie, they don't know if-â he can't say it, but meeting Chan's terrified eyes, he knows he gets it. âI'm so sorry,â he buries his face in his knees with a heavy sob.Â
Tears fill his eyes and he hates himself for not being there and able to hold him tight and not let go. âMinnie, baby, I'm sure it's not your fault,â he says gently and gets up, grabbing his suitcase. âHannah!â he shouts through the house, not caring that his parents already went to bed. He needs to get back home as soon as possible.Â
Hannah is there in a few seconds, a little shocked by her brother's distraught look. âWhat's wrong?â she asks worriedly.Â
âI need to get home right now,â he tells her, and she nods gently. âMin, I'll figure this out, I promise. I'll be there as quickly as I can, okay?â Hannah's worries deepen at the timid answer Minho gives. âI know you have other things to worry about, but please let them check up on you, okay? I wouldn't want you to be hurt and notice too late.â
âOkay, Channie,â he sniffles. âWhat if sheâŠ?â
âDon't think that way,â Chan tells him softly. âY/nnieâs a fighter, she'll push through. I'll let you know when I'm at the airport.â
Hannah already started packing her brother's suitcase, glancing at him worriedly as he exchanged goodbyes. âYou look like shit, what happened?â
âThey got into an accident,â he says and already dials another number. âThey don't know if Y/N..,â he breaks off, and Hannah pulls him into a tight hug.Â
âShe'll be okay; she always is,â she promises. âNow go call your fancy staff and get your VIP privileges; I'll pack.â
âThank you,â he nods.Â
-
Minho looks up from his chair as the door to the room opens, and Felix slips inside. âWhat are you -?â
âChan called and told me you could use someone,â Felix explains. He takes off his jacket and sits down next to him. He offers his hand, and Minho takes it, squeezing it gently. âAny news?â
âNo,â he whispers timidly. âStill nothing,â he says. It's an hour ago that he called Chan. Someone checked up on him after cleaning the blood from his face and hands. âI didn't get hurt,â he says, and his face grows pale. âShe was unconscious before I could do a thing, hit her head pretty hard. Felix there was so much blood,â he says mindlessly, as if he's giving him the facts on a new comeback.Â
Felix hums gently and rubs his shoulder. âI stopped by your place and got you some clothes. Maybe go and change, hm?â he suggests, spotting the blood on his shirt.Â
Minho stands up in a routine move, grabs his clothes, and locks himself in the bathroom. He meets his reflection in the mirror and closes his eyes, shivering softly. Fuck.
Felix glances up as he comes back and nods towards the small sofa in the corner of the room. He sits down there and pulls Minho into a hug. âI'm so sorry, Min.â
âIt's not your fault,â Minho says tiredly and relaxes a little in his warm embrace. It's the first time something as shocking as this has happened, and none of his partners are there to hold his hand.Â
âI know,â Felix nods gently. âBut still. You've already had a rough few months with Chan feeling like shit and then leaving.â
âLife is shit sometimes,â Minho shrugs, and his eyes flutter close when Felix starts running his hand through his hair. âThanks for coming.â
âOf course.â
-
The flight back home has never felt as long as today. Never. About two hours ago he had gotten a message from Minho, short and simple, but it was enough.Â
Kittenđ€: She'll make it.Â
Chan quickly makes his way out of the airport and stops at home for ten minutes. Felix had told him to get home first, take a quick shower, and change clothes. None of them knew how long they'd be stuck at the hospital. Chan got into his car after and drove to the hospital, rushing up to your floor as soon as he knew where. Opening the door, he sees Felix sitting on the sofa in the back and gives him a quick wave.Â
Minho is by your bed, head resting on his arm on the mattress and seems asleep. Dried tear streaks cover his face and Chan's throat tightens at how exhausted he looks even in his sleep. And then there's you, looking as pale as the sheets, your head wrapped up safely. Your hand lies in Minho's, and only your chest moving tells him you're alive. Chan finds himself in Felix's arms before he fully registers the scene and hugs back tightly.Â
âHey, mate,â Felix whispers, not wanting to wake Minho up. âI'll leave you to it, yeah? So that you know Minho does blame himself for what happened. We don't know when she'll wake up, but the doctor said she will.âÂ
Chan nods gently before flashing him a tired smile. âThank you for being here.â
âObviously,â Felix snorts and gently pats his chest. âWelcome home, I guess.â
A little later, they're alone, and Chan timidly steps closer to Minho, sitting down on the chair next to him. His hand finds his lower back almost naturally and he very gently picks him up into his lap. A soft protesting sound leaves Minho's lips but he's too tired actually to question the action. Minho curls up in his arms, the way he always does, as if deep down he knows it's Chan. Chan makes sure he's comfortable and plants a tiny kiss on his hair, soothingly fondling his head. Only then did it hit him how much he had missed you two.Â
Minho wakes up later, feeling warm and comfortable. He subconsciously cuddles close before his brain slowly picks up on Chan's so familiar scent and the way his body feels against him, and he sits up straight rapidly. âChannie,â he breathes out, his eyes getting teary.Â
âHi, kitten,â he says softly and presses their foreheads together. âI missed you.â
âI missed you too,â he confesses quietly. âI'm sorry.â
âSorry for what?â he asks gently. âLee Minho, if you blame yourself for what happened now, I will smack your ass. Not in a good way.â
A weak laugh escapes him, and he gently shoves his chest. âOf course I do. I'd rather get hurt than her.â
âShe'd say the same if it were you,â he says and gently rubs his shoulder. âNevertheless, it's not your fault.â
âChannie?â he whispers timidly. âI really don't believe that andâŠ,â he trails off with a sniffle.
âI'm here now, let it out,â he says softly, and Minho's head drops down in his chest with a broken sound. Chan holds him tight, trying to make him feel as safe and comforted as possible. Minho shuffles into his lap, straddling him and pulling him into a tight hug. They hold onto each other firmly and find comfort in their shared pain for a bit. âI'm so sorry I wasn't there.â
âDon't,â Minho stops him, burying his hand in his hair. âYou're here now.â
âI didn't mean what I said in that call,â Chan tells him nevertheless. âI was planning to surprise you for your birthday in two weeks after.â
Minho sniffles softly and squeezes him. âYeah? So you've been getting better?â
âI have,â Chan nods and kisses his cheek. âIt's still not completely, but it's so much better.â
âThat's good,â he tells him. âI'm proud of you, Channie.â
âI love you,â Chan says gently. âSo so much.â
Minho smiles a little at that and takes a deep breath. He is better. âI love you too, Channie.â
-
Minho firmly holds Chan's hand as they lean against the wall opposite your room. About twenty minutes ago, the doctor sent them away as you started to tremble. Since then, no one has talked to them. Another doctor shuffled into the room, and Minho could tell Chan was getting anxious from there on.Â
Chan grows awfully quiet next to him, staring at the floor and seeming like he's far away. Minho is shaking a little, tapping his fingers against his thigh anxiously. Chan soothingly rubs his knuckles and squeezes his hand for the tenth time. âThey said she'd be okay, right?â he asks.Â
Minho glances at him awkwardly. âThey said she'd make itâŠwhatever that means for the rest.â
Chan huffs softly and nods, Minho is right. âAm I the only one feeling like throwing up?â
âGod no,â Minho laughs weakly. âHave been since the accident.â
Chan glances at him worriedly. âYou should've told me.â
He shrugs tiredly and cracks his neck with a soft moan. âI always am when I'm worried. There's nothing you could've done.â
Chan nods and traces his eyes up and down his body. âBut you're not dizzy? Are you having a headache? Or anything?â
Minho steps in front of him and takes both of his hands. âI'm okay, physically. They checked everything, I promise,â he tells him softly and Chan pulls him into a hug. He lets him, only then noticing that Chan is shaking himself by now. âDeep breaths, we'll be alright.â
âOkay,â Chan whispers.Â
âWe'll be okay,â Minho repeats himself as if to convince them both.Â
âOkay,â Chan nods, and Minho pulls back from him as the door opens. Their hands don't part as the doctor leads them to an office nearby and asks them to sit down. Chan looks like he's about to throw up now and Minho is dancing at the edge of a lingering panic attack.Â
âMr. Lee, you've asked me to wait for a proper update on your wife's state until your husband arrives,â she starts out, and Chan gently grabs Minho's hand, squeezing it. âI have an update on the condition of your wife and I'm afraid it isn't what you'd like to hear. The impact injured her frontal bone, which punctured her brain. We could fix this with the surgery,â the doctor tells them.Â
Both of them are smart enough not to be too relieved already. âAnd besides that?â Minho asks timidly, not having missed that warning before.Â
She gives him a compassionate smile. âWell, for one there'll probably be the usual aftermaths like nightmares or even fear of sitting in a car again. That isn't everything, though.â
âStop sweet talking and tell us what we're dealing with, please,â Chan says kindly, heart thumping in his throat.Â
âYour wife seems to have suffered more trauma than we thought, especially after the surgery. She's in a coma, and we don't know when or if she'll wake-.â
âIf?â Minho asks, barely audible, his hand slipping from Chanâs. âButâŠyou said sheâd make it.â
She flashes him a compassionate smile. âThatâs before her body shut down, she seemed stable before. Iâm really sorry.â
âFor fucks sake,â he breathes out and slowly pushes himself up from his chair. âYouâre saying thereâs a chance sheâll never wake up again? What then? You expect me to tell you when to turn it all off?â
âMinho,â Chan speaks up gently and turns in his chair to face him. Thereâs nothing but blank fear in his eyes, and he looks at the doctor in front of them so desperately it breaks his heart. âItâs not her fault.â
âNo shit, Chan!â Minho snaps at him, and Chanâs gaze grows firm.
âDonât do this. Not here,â he says calmly, and Minho scoffs at him.Â
âMy image as an idol is the last thing I care about right now, Mr. Golden Boy,â he presses out and shakes his head, leaving the room without another word.
Chan sighs heavily and turns back at the doctor, smiling apologetically. âI apologize, he didnât mean it.â
âI'll be quick,â she assures him kindly. We don't know how soon she'll wake up again. In case she does, someone has to take care of her. I know you're both very busy. Is there anyone else, just in case?â
âBesides a friend of hers not really, no,â Chan says worriedly. âHer family doesn't live exactly close.â
âIf she can go back home soonâŠMr. Bahng, there's a high chance this will take months, maybe a year, until she fully regains her abilities. We don't know how bad it'll affect her yet, there's a potential for memory loss. I will inform you about eventual treatments and everything when it's time. I'm really sorry and I wish you and your husband the best of luck and strength with this new situation.â
Chan exchanges another few words before quickly rushing outside and trying the closest bathroom as the hallway is empty. Luckily, Minho seemed to have forgotten to lock the door. Minho's on his knees, retching even though there's nothing left. Chan crouches down behind him, gently rubbing his shoulders. âHey, baby, deep breaths.â
Minho whimpers and falls back against him, sobbing. âPlease, please tell me this isn't true. Not our sweet Y/nnie.â
Chan swallows down tears, trying to stay strong for both of them. Minho has been carrying everyone's shit on his shoulders for too long now. It's time he steps up again. âIt'll be okay, we'll be okay,â he promises and rocks him gently as Minho allows himself to break down in his arms. âShh, it's okay, Minnie baby, it's okay, I got you.â
-
Chan stares at you, deep in thoughts, trying to make sense of the past few hours. The thought of you possibly never waking up again is killing him. He feels guilty for not being there those past months. What if he missed all this time with you? Just because he hadn't been feeling so well? His chest tightens, and he sucks in a sharp breath, subconsciously reaching for Minho next to him. Every word dies in his throat, seeing his husband. Minho stares at the floor, hot tears running down his cheeks and pressing his lips together tightly in an attempt to hold back his sobs. His hair falls into his face, stomach twisting with guilt the longer he thinks about what happened. Chan swallows hard at the sight of his husband, trying not to break down. His shoulders tremble with the impact of his suppressed sobs, and he sniffles softly. Chan gently rubs his back and watches him worriedly as he pushes himself up. He quickly reaches out for him and stares up at him with wide eyes. âPlease don't leave,â he whispers, swallowing down his own fear but not fully succeeding. âPlease,â he adds, tears brimming his eyes.Â
Minho looks at him and shakes his head. âI can't breathe in here,â he confesses through tears and shakily holds Chan's hand. âI just wanna go home, please, Iâve been here for hours,â he whimpers.Â
Chan looks at him quietly before nodding. âYeah, okay,â he agrees. They're both exhausted and need some sleep. You wouldn't wake up that soon, and they both could use a break. âOkay, I'll drive us home; my carâs outside.â
âFor telling you to get yourself togetherâŠmore or less,â he says and stops at a redlight. âThat wasnât very supportive of me.â
Minho exhales, relieved, and shakily holds onto his hand as Chan gently says his goodbye to you. They leave the hospital in silence, and Chan drives them back home, soothingly rubbing Minho's knee. âIâm sorry.â
âFor what?â Minho asks tiredly, staring at the many buildings passing by.Â
Minho laughs weakly and rolls his eyes at himself. âItâs okay, you were right. Thereâs nothing she can do about it right nowâŠAlso, Iâm sorry for calling you a golden boy.â
âPlease, as if Iâd take that to heart after those past few months,â he snorts, and Minho smiles at him tiredly.Â
âI missed you,â he admits and grabs his hand, squeezing it. âItâs good to have you back.â
Chan smiles softly and brings their hands up to his mouth, planting a kiss on his knuckles. âIâm here now, yeah?â
Minho hums quietly in response, and Chan starts driving again.
Back home, Minho stands still for a moment, and Chan watches him worriedly as he starts shaking. Minho sucks in a sharp breath and clutches his chest, bending over with a whimper. âHey, hey, babe,â he panics a little as Minho sinks to his knees with a groan, curling up and sobbing loudly. âWhatâs wrong?â he asks, worried that Minho got hurt and just didnât tell him.
âI'm so sorry,â he whimpers as Chan gets down on the floor next to him. âIt's all my fault.â
Chan shakes his head and holds onto him tightly, leaning down. âNo, don't say that,â he tells him and helplessly rubs his back. âIt's not your fault, baby.â His heart races with how intensely Minho sobs beneath him, and his stomach turns painfully. He has never seen him break down like this in all those many years he has known and then loved him. âCome here, please,â he whispers, tears making their way down his face. Now that they're back home, he can let them flow freely and allow himself to let it out. He heaves him into his lap, and Minho clings onto him firmly, allowing himself a little comfort in his husband's arms. Chan rocks him in his arms, trying to calm his own troubled mind.Â
âIâm sorry, Channie,â he whimpers and Chan hugs him even tighter in response.
One week later
âMin, baby?â Chan asks, coming back upstairs. âYou're ready yet, we gotta-Minho?â he asks worriedly as he spots his husband lying in bed fully dressed. He bites back a sigh and sits down at the edge of the bed. âMin? What's wrong?â
âI don't want to,â he says quietly, seemingly staring right through him.Â
âWhat do you mean? We made a promise to stop by every day,â he tries gently.Â
âI can't go there, okay? Not today,â he shakes his head and subconsciously curls up a little. âI hate hospitals, I hate that she's there, I hate that she's hurt, and there's nothing I can do about it.â
âWe should try to be there for her as much as we can, baby,â Chan argues carefully and brushes his hair from his face.Â
âItâs not like she notices if Iâm not there or not,â Minho says.
âThe doctor said thereâs a chance she can hear us, kitten, remember?â he asks patiently.Â
âI donât talk anyway,â he argues weakly.
âMin,â he sighs softly.
âI can't go there, Channie. Please don't make me go there,â he shivers, his eyes brimming with tears. âPlease,â he whispers shakily.Â
Chan crawls into bed and pulls him in close, soothingly running his hand through his hair. âShh, baby, it's okay.â
âI'm sorry, Channie,â Minho hiccups and buries himself deep into his chest. âI fucked it all up, I'm so sorry.â
âNo, Minho, none of that,â he says firmly and shakes his head. âThis isn't your fault, none of it.âÂ
âYou weren't even there, you don't know that,â he whimpers.Â
Chan pulls back and cups his face, making him look at him. âI might haven't been there, but I'm here now. I know my husband would do anything to keep that girl of ours safe. I know you would've swapped places in an instant, and I know you'd never put her at risk like that.â His thumbs rub along his cheeks soothingly, and he searches his eyes desperately. âMinho, this isn't your fault, and Iâm sure she knows that. She loves you so much, and so do I. Don't blame yourself for something you had no control over.â
âPlease don't make me go there again,â he sniffles timidly, eyes wide and filled with guilt.Â
âI'll go on my own, it's okay, Min,â he assures him and kisses his forehead. âTry and get some rest okay?âÂ
âI keep dreaming about it,â he shakes his head and rubs his face tiredly. âI keep hearing her scream, and then her head hitsâŠChannie, I'm fucked.â
Chan hums gently and rubs soothing circles on his lower back. âIf it doesn't get better, we'll get you some help, yeah?â he suggests, and Minho nods tiredly. âFor now, I'll give you one of my pills, and you'll be sleeping like a baby.â
âOkay,â he nods gently. Minho gets into some more comfortable clothes again and takes the pill, curling up in his arms. Chan plays with his hair and hums softly, lulling him in with every passing minute. âLove you, Channie hyung.â
âLove you too, Minho baby,â he says softly and kisses his head. Once Minho's actually asleep, he tucks him in and makes sure he's comfortable before he leaves to go and see you. Chan stays with you for a while, talking to himself, telling you about whatever comes to his mind. If he could, heâd stay here all day, but thereâs still loads of work to catch up with, and he doesnât dare leave Minho on his own for too long.Â
At the company, Chan slowly strolls down the hallway to their practice room and hears the music blasting. He opens the door and finds Felix and Jisung practicing their newest dance. He gives them a tired wave, and Jisung quickly turns off the music.
âDidnât we agree on you staying home for a few days?â Felix asks him and raises his eyebrows at him.
âItâs suffocating,â he shakes his head, and Jisung glances at him worriedly.
âHeâs not getting better, huh?â he asks, and Chan shakes his head.
âI canât blame him. He was the one driving; Iâd blame myself, too. Itâs justâŠtoday, he simply couldnât get himself to go to the hospital with me,â Chan tells them quietly and stares at the floor. âI canât fix this, and itâs driving me insane.â
âHey,â Jisung says gently. âWhen you were feeling like shit, neither of them tried to fix you. They held your hand when you needed it and let you go as you needed some space. You canât fix any of this, just be there for him.â
âIâm trying, Ji, I swear,â Chan huffs, frustrated, tears burning in his eyes. âI shouldnât have left.â
âAnd what would have that changed?â Felix asks gently. âThe only difference that couldâve been would be you driving. You think Minho would stand here any differently now then?â
âI hurt him,â Chan says and they frown at him softly. âWe got into a fight, and Y/nnie took him out for dinner to cheer him up because Iâve been a complete asshole. She texted me, saying how hurt he was andâŠmaybe he wouldâve reacted more quickly and-.â
âChan,â Felix says firmly. âWeâve seen the footage, there was no chance. The other driver was drunk and racing down that street. Thereâs nothing he couldâve done. If you truly donât blame him, you canât blame yourself either. If youâre saying you made him too caught up in his thoughts to prevent the accident, youâre not only blaming yourself here.â
Chan tiredly rubs his face before nodding. âYeah, okay, sorry.â
âYou should get back home and get some rest,â Jisung says softly and pulls him into a tight hug. âThereâs no use in staying here and beating yourself up, worrying about Min when you could be with him right now.â
âYeah, I know,â he nods and squeezes them both tightly. âIâll just sort a few things out, then Iâll be gone, promise.â
âAlright,â they nod and wave goodbye.
-
So three hours in total later, Chan gets back home and quietly glances into their bedroom. Minho's still deep asleep, and Chan decides to join him while he works. He sits down on the bed next to him and gently runs his hand through his hair, turning on his laptop. He sighs softly, spotting the fading bruises on his arm and the healing cut right below his hairline. Of course, Minho had been hurt by the impact as well, but the shock and gravity of your situation made him downplay his own injuries. Chan only found out accidentally when they took a bath two days ago to relax a little. âOh, kitten,â he whispers to himself and shakes his head at him.Â
Minho wakes up another three hours later, rolling away from him drowsily. His brain feels fuzzy, his vision is foggy, and he needs a moment to comprehend he's awake. He rubs his face with a groan and blinks heavily, trying to stay awake. Turning onto his back, he spots Chan next to him and squints at him. âWhy the fuck are they so strong?â he rasps, voice laced heavily with sleep.
âWell, because I need them to sleep,â he chuckles and gently fondles his hair. âYou slept alright?â
âMhm,â he hums sleepily and stretches his body with a low groan. âHow's Y/nnie?â he asks timidly.Â
âNo changes yet,â Chan tells him and thoughtfully stares out of the window. âMin?â
âHm?âÂ
âI think you should take a break,â Chan says, not looking at him.Â
Minho shoots up and stares at him. âWhy?â he asks dangerously low, suddenly fully awake.Â
âYou're exhausted, baby. You deserve a break,â Chan says, glancing at him.Â
âAnd it's just that?â Minho asks sharply, and Chan frowns at him. âNot because you think I'm losing it?â
âWhat? No,â he quickly shakes his head. âI swear it's because you're exhausted, you worked double with me gone.â
âMore like triple because you do way too much, but yeah,â he snickers before huffing softly. âYeah, okay, you're probably right. Can you sort that shit out?â
Chan smiles knowingly. âI already did. You're on break for a month besides group interviews that get recorded or those two live performances we have coming up.âÂ
âOkay,â he nods, agreeing. âThat won't stop me from dragging you home from the studio if you stay too long.â
âIâll be careful,â he promises and squeezes his hand. âYouâre okay?â
âI know,â he giggles softly. âI wouldnât want it any other way.â
âYouâre a menace, Chan,â he shakes his head. âIf you donât cut back a little, youâll end up overwhelmed and overworked again in a month.â
Minhoâs eyes flicker away from his, and he nods firmly. âOf course I am.â
âKitten?â he asks softly. âCan you promise me something?â
âDepends,â he squints at him suspiciously.Â
âI need you to be honest with me. If youâre struggling, feeling lost, or overwhelmed, let me know. No matter where I am, no matter how late it is,â Chan says, and Minho stares at him quietly for a minute. âMinho?â
âI can try,â he whispers and searches his eyes. âNo, I will try. I promise. JustâŠdonât expect too much, you know how I am.â
âYeah, okay,â Chan nods worriedly, and Minho gently kisses his cheek.Â
âIâll be fine, I always am,â he says.
One and a half months later
After skipping that one time, it took him a week to go back to the hospital. After that, he didnât miss a day, sometimes coming here with Chan and sometimes, when Chanâs schedule didnât fit, coming on his own. He couldnât deal with not seeing you and talking to you, even though you never answered.Â
Minho greets the nurse with a kind smile and nervously clutches the flowers in his hand. âAny news?â
âNot yet, Mr. Lee,â she says gently. âSheâs stable, thatâs what counts. It isnât getting any worse. Donât give up hope.â
Minho nods gently. âI wonât,â he says before excusing himself and stepping into your room. He closes the door quietly behind himself and sighs softly, seeing you. âHey, Y/nnie,â he says gently and makes his way around the bed, replacing the old flowers with the ones he brought. âGot you some flowersâŠyou would like those,â he says and sits down on the chair next to your bed. For a while he simply watches you, watches your chest rising and falling, your lashes resting against your cheeks. The bandages around your head are gone by now, and he hesitantly reaches out, caressing your cheek. âGod, I miss you,â he sighs softly and braces himself on the mattress, taking your hand between his. âItâs so quiet at the house now when Channieâs working. Sometimes, Iâm stupid enough to believe youâll come around the corner every second and ask for cuddles. Or ask if I can make you dinner, I miss cooking with you so much,â he rambles on mindlessly. âYouâd be surprised how much has changed since youâre not home. Chan is home before twelve every night, can you believe that? Heâs really taking care of himself now, youâd be so proud. Also, he asked me to teach him some things around the kitchen, I think he did it so I wouldnât get bored. Iâm seeing a therapist nowâŠnever thought Iâd ever need that. Apparently, thereâs more stuff in my life I need to work through besides that stupid accident. Sheâs nice, youâd like her,â he says and trails off for a while. Your face before his eyes gets blurry as his eyes brim with tears and his throat tightens up.Â
Itâs okay to cry. Itâs okay to feel like shit about what happened. Itâs okay to feel guilty. As long as it doesnât stop you from moving on with your life and eventually smiling again. He doesnât know how often he heard those first three sentences in the past few weeks.
Minho inhales shakily and squeezes your hand in his. âI miss you so much, honey. I miss your laugh, I miss acting stupid with you, I miss holding your hand or pulling you close and swaying you through the kitchen. I miss holding you when youâre asleep, and I never thought Iâd miss carrying the grocery bags for you this badly. Fuck, I miss your voice and those beautiful eyes looking at me like I deserve all the love you have for me,â he sniffles softly and presses his trembling lips together for a second. âCan you try and wake up soon, Y/nnie honey? I canât stay strong forever,â he presses out, and his shoulders shake with a suppressed sob. He doesnât notice the door opening and flinches a little as someone wraps his arms around his waist. Chanâs familiar scent surrounds him, and Minho instinctively leans into his touch. âIâm okay,â he whispers.
âI know,â Chan answers quietly and kisses his cheek. âSome days are just harder than others.â
âYeah,â Minho sniffles softly and stays in his arms, your hand in his pressed against his face. âYouâre early,â he speaks up after a while.
âWe finished early,â he nods and mindlessly rubs his side. âThought Iâd stop by and pick you up.â
âThanks, love,â he says gently. He doesnât feel safe driving yet, and Chan made sure to pick him up personally whenever he could. Minho pulls back from you with a sniffle, gently resting your hand on the mattress. âNo update yet, but they told me itâs a good sign that her state isnât getting worse.â
âOkay, thatâs something,â Chan nods, agreeing, and gets himself a chair, lifting Minho in his lap. âYou wanna talk about today?â he asks, gently rubbing his thighs.
âMaybe tomorrow?â he asks, turning in his hold. Chan nods understandingly and squeezes his hand.Â
âThatâs fine,â he says, resting his head on his shoulder. âYou know you donât have to tell me about therapy, but Iâm there if you want to.â
âI know,â Minho smiles thankfully and watches you thoughtfully. âI see her every day, and still, I miss her like crazy.â
âYeah, me too,â Chan nods. âIâm so glad to have you stillâŠIâd go insane on my own.â
âOh, me too,â he chuckles softly. âYou wanna leave? Or can we stay for another bit?â
âWe can stay as long as you want to, kitten,â he promises.
One week later
Minho unlocks the front door to your house and drags himself inside. After a quick visit this morning he had been at the company, practicing for an upcoming performance. Itâs been two months since you fell into a coma, and according to the doctor, youâre slowly starting to make progress. She told them there was a high chance it wouldnât take all too long anymore for you to wake up. Minho didnât care one bit how long it would still take. The fact that youâd wake up again had been everything he needed.
He frowns softly at how quiet the house is. Shouldnât Chan already be home? Minho slips out of his shoes and calls out for him, getting no answer. âChannie, love?â he asks again, strolling into the living room area. His eyes widen at the sight in front of him, and he covers his mouth in shock. âWhat the fuck?â
The living room is dark but illuminated by the many strings of light adorning the walls. A huge bouquet of red roses rests beautifully in a vase on top of the sofa table, and the sweet scent of fresh brownies lingers in the air. Minho turns at the sound of the door opening and sees his husband stepping inside with a bottle of wine. âChannie?â he asks softly.
Chanâs eyes widen, spotting him, and his face falls checking his watch. âHey! Youâre home early,â he protests.
âObviously,â Minho giggles and frowns at him. âWhatâs all that about? Did I miss something? Itâs not our anniversary, right?â he asks worriedly.Â
Chan puts down the bottle of wine and shakes his head. âI just realized itâs been six long months since I did something nice for you with everything going on. I wanted to surprise you and - no, why are you crying?â he asks softly.
âSorry,â he giggles through tears. âHappy tears, I swear,â he promises and messily wipes his cheeks.Â
âFucker,â he breathes out as his own eyes fill with tears seeing him beaming with joy after all this time.
Minho giggles wetly and closes the distance between them, hugging him so forcefully it makes Chan stumble for a moment. âYouâre so sweet.â
Chan smiles brightly and buries his face in his shoulder. âI love you so much, kitten.â
âI love you too,â he whispers and pulls back, beaming at him. They sink into each otherâs eyes and Minho canât help giving in to the invisible string pulling them closer. Their lips meet in a slow, sweet kiss and Minho melts into him, hand buried in his curls.Â
âI worried this would be too cheesy,â Chan giggles breathlessly as he pulls back for a moment.Â
âDonât you ever dare stop being cheesy, yeah?â he whispers.
âNever,â he promises, giggling, and seals the deal with another soft kiss.
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hello ! hope your having a great day, wanted to ask your thoughts (maybe a dirty drabble??) on Soldier Boy or Beau having an s/o that is artistic or draws/paints a lot? ïżœïżœïżœ Currently working on pieces for my uni and in dire need of motivation to get it doneđ anyways i love all your work !!!! đ€đ€đ€đ€
A/N: What a fun idea! Couldn't resist to write both of 'em, so I hope those two idiots bring you enough motivation đšđȘđ
Pairing: Beau Arlen x Artist!Reader // Soldier Boy x Artist!Reader
Warnings: +18/NSFW, super light smut, tons of fluff, SB typical behavior, crack
Word Count: 1.1k
Main Masterlist || Dirty Drabbles Masterlist
French Boys
Beau Arlen:
As his car stopped in front of your house, Beau could see the lights still burning brightly in the garage, knowing you were still hard at work.
âHey,â he greeted you as he stood by the door, watching you with a warm smile.
Your gaze drifted from your canvas to him with a smile before spying the brown paper bag in his hand.
âBrought you something. Figured you were gonna burn the midnight oil and needed some fuel,â he said with a knowing smile.
âYouâre a godsend,â you said with a happy sigh and took the bag from him, inhaling the smell of its delicious contents. âIâm sorry Iâve been locked up here so much. Itâs just⊠Iâm really nervous about the gallery opening this weekend, and itâs stressing me the fuck out andâ,â you rambled before you were stopped by his large palms on your cheeks.
âHey, itâs okay,â he soothed you, chuckling, and pecked your hairline sweetly. âI get it. Youâre gonna do great, alright? Amazing, in fact.â
You let out a deep, calming breath and smiled up at him. How did you deserve such a good man? And where the hell have you found him?
âI love you,â you said and draped your arms around him, crashing your lips against his and entangling him in a searing kiss that showed your gratitude. But as you pulled back, your eyes widened in shock. You clasped your mouth.
âWhat?â Beau looked at you confused before he caught your gaze locked on his shoulders and saw the red-painted handprints on his jeans jacket.
âIâm so sorry,â you gasped, embarrassed. Youâd been working with paint everywhere all day. Of course it was all over you at this point.
To your surprise, though, Beau broke into loud laughter and shook his head at you. âHoney, itâs okay,â he told you before his freckled face was overtaken by a mischievous look. âIn factâŠâ
He leaned over to one of your paint cans and dipped his finger inside a white one before booping your nose. You could feel a wet, cold blob on your tip as you gaped at him.
âYou did not just do that.â You were speechless, but his playful laugh was contagious and intoxicating.
âOh, itâs so on,â you announced and dunked your hand in a shade of blue, splattering it graciously on him.
âOh yeah? Hope youâre ready âcause this means war, darlinâ,â he countered with a wide grin, his hands finding green and yellow.
He chased you through the garage until he caged you in his arms, your mouth erupting with giggles until he filled it with kisses. Paint was everywhere, your clothes soaked and his beard and hair sprinkled like a cupcake.
âWeâre never gonna get clean again,â you noted through giggles, looking at the beautiful mess in front of you as you brushed your fingers through his locks.
Beau lifted you up on your workbench, your legs locking around his waist. He kissed you deeply, feeling his excitement growing between your thighs.
âGuess weâll just have to stay dirty then,â he said with a smirk and claimed your lips.
Soldier Boy:
You were curled up on the couch in your apartment, your eyes flickering between the bowl of fruit on the coffee table and your sketch pad in your hands.
Your concentration, however, was broken when a loud thud echoed off the walls and almost shattered the coffee table in a thousand pieces, sending the bowl of fruit flying across the room.
Your eyes lifted from your sketch pad and to your boyfriend in front of you, propped up with one muscular leg on the small table, elbow resting on his thigh with a bulging biceps and a painfully hard cock.
Annoyed, you huffed a sigh but werenât surprised. You had been working on your assignment all day and wondered when your needy-ass, attention-seeking supe boyfriend would get bored with watching TV and smoking weed in your room.
âBen, what the hell are you doing?â You looked up at him and saw the broad and proud smirk on his freckled face.
Cocksure didnât even do him justice.
He wiggled his eyebrows. âFigured Iâd give you something better to draw than a fucking boring-ass banana.â
âUhm⊠that is so sweet and considerate of you. But I really need to draw fruit this week. Thatâs the assignment,â you said wryly before pushing him out of the way.
Well, as best as you could. He was a supe after all, but he budged and bent to your movement.
Pursing his lips, he threw his arms up in upset. âOh, really? And what the fuck is all this shit, huh?â
Dramatically, he tossed one of your art maps on the table and crossed his arms over his broad chest, waiting for an explanation. As you peeked at the scattered sketches of naked men (and women), you knew what this was about.
You rolled your eyes back with a deep sigh. Of course he snooped through your stuff when you left him unsupervised in your room. âBen, I told you already. We were drawing human models last month.â
âYou never fucking said they were naked!â he argued, his deep voice trembling with jealousy and fury. âSo, what? Youâre just off, drawing cocks all day at that art school of yours?! I wonât fucking allow it, Y/N!â
You stifled a snort and tried to remain calm. He was honestly cute when he was greener than his suit. âHoney, you donât have to be jealous. You know I love you... and your giant-ass dick.â
Biting the insides of his cheeks, he blushed slightly as he calmed down. âYeah, well, you fucking better. âSides, Iâm not jealous. My cockâs way better than whatever those crooked-ass dicks are. Canât even see them without a fucking magnifying glassâŠâ
âOh, yeah, for sure,â you feigned your agreement and hid your amused smile, nodding heavily. You stood up from the couch and locked your arms around his broad shoulders. You pulled his lips to yours, kissing him passionately until all his worries faded. His dick twitched between your legs. âYou know, sometimes Iâm surprised how you donât explode with that giant ego of yours, welling from every pore.â
âOh, you want me to explode?â Ben looked challengingly at you, smirking. âI can arrange that. In fact, how about I make you my fucking canvas and splatter my paint all over you, huh?â
âBen, whatââŠâ You burst into laughter, which was swiftly turned into a giggling shriek of protest as he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you to the bedroom.
What do you guys think? Which mess was harder to clean in the aftermath? đđ
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Covet: Chapter 10 (Part 2 of 2)
Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!Reader
Covet Summary:
Life was good. No, life was great.Â
Was.Â
Until.
Jake Kiszka crashed into the picture.
You welcomed him into your lifeâyour home.Â
Yes, he was your best friendâs twin. But, he was also the one who would end up disrupting your whole world with his attitude, his troubles, and the annoyingly natural way he lured you in.Â
Jake Kiszka came with so much you really didnât want.
At least thatâs what you tried to convince yourself.
Warnings: MINORS DNI (18+); angst; depression; feelings of stress and anxiety; feelings of sadness; abandonment issues; allusions to a dark, forgotten childhood; arguing; heart issues addressed (POTs); use of heart monitors; revisited, vivid memories of sex; jealousy; body changes as a result of pregnancy; suuuuper sore boobs; negative self-talk (stretch marks specifically); talk of baby + pregnancy; pregnancy hormones...things get heatedddd; reader and jake are both stubborn + turned on, but can't be together and it's TOUGH; cheating; heavy petting; rubbing of bodies against each other (see: dry humping); hands on boobs oopsies (as usual, PLEASE lmk if i missed anything that is triggering to you!)
Chapter Word Count: 16.7k+
a/n: hi babes⊠<3 this is my personal favorite part out of the two⊠so, let me know how you feel⊠;) love u all. busy day! i'm so sorry it's late. plz know i love you all sm <3
s/o to @joshym who is my favorite and the most wonderful encourager and sister in the entire universe. i love you more than i can say. you make life sunny and everything better <3
also, @alwaysonthemend, i love you so incredibly much and iâm so grateful for you and your unwavering support and texts that never fail to make my day <3
Please enjoy the playlist as you read đ€ (fr, i listen to it nonstop when i write this.... all of the songs are pertinent to the story and aid in telling it - either already or eventually.)
Covet Masterlist
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âThe covetous man pines in plenty, like Tantalus up to the chin in water, and yet thirsty.â
-Thomas Adams
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November 25, 2022
Friendsgiving. A standing, solid tradition since the first Thanksgiving youâd spent as Joshâs friend. It had always been you, Elsie, Josh, Sam, and Daniel.
But this year, youâd be entertaining new people. One you were incredibly grateful for. Jake. And one you werenât even slightly sure about.
Maya.
She was the last person you wanted to celebrate a holiday all about Thankfulness with. But, you had to. Stupid ass shit that you couldnât control, so you had to just pretend to be fine with it.Â
To your benefit, you had a distraction â a fantastic, welcome one in Elsie. Elsie and a morning of grocery shopping.
For Friendsgiving, in a group chat between you two and the rest of the boys, Elsie had insisted that you two be in charge of pies. So, you two were currently wandering the aisles of Walmart with Pinterest up, recipes open to several flavors of pies that Elsie had decided the two of you should make.
And the way to make homemade crust since she refused to use store bought.Â
âIt will be a fun thing to try,â sheâd sworn, aggressively pinning a couple to your shared board.
You were the one in charge of grabbing things off the shelves, while she pushed the cart and bossed at you what to grab for each recipe. The makings for apple pie and pumpkin pie already rumbled around in the cart. So, now you were on to the final pies and their ingredients. The few cans of cherry pie filling had just landed in the cart when Elsie decided to confront you about Jake.Â
âWhatâs going on between you and Lover Boy?â She asked, trying to sound absentminded in her question, but you knew she was not thinking of it randomly. Sheâd most definitely waited for a moment to hit you with the question when you were forced to respond.Â
And, you were. You were currently completely stranded at a Walmart with only her and one car to get you back to the apartment. There was no escaping the question. So, you decided to do what you could and only answer halfway.
âWell, he knows,â you started, grabbing a bag of sugar off the shelf, avoiding her eyes. âAnd things are going good.â
âWhat a vague response,â she hummed. âWhy donât you grab a couple cans of blueberry filling and hit me with full honesty.â
Rolling your eyes, you grabbed the can and turned to face her. A blush painted your cheeks that you couldnât avoid. âI am being honest. He knows and things are good.â
âYeah, that answer works for a random Joe, but not your sister. Iâm not here for the fucking cliff notes.â
âI donât care what youâre âhere forâ, Elsie,â you grumbled, turning to walk ahead of her toward the flour. âAnd why didnât you ask me this yesterday when we had the entire day at Grandma and Grandpaâs?â
âIt didnât really feel like the right time to ask,â she defended, pointing to a particular bag of flour, which you grabbed and put in the cart. âI also didnât want to stop talking about the ridiculous fangirl experience because that shit was hilarious,â she paused, gasping. âOh! Speaking of fangirls and the other guys. . . When are you planning on telling Josh? I'm dying to start planning a baby shower and I want him to help me.â
âHe didnât tell you that I told him before my firstâ?â
âYou told him?!â She asked, astonished. The cart squeaked to a halt behind you.Â
Turning around with a laugh ready at your lips, you gawked at her. âWhat is wrong with you, Dramatic Ass?â
âUm,â she sharply started, hand on a hip. âMy sister and my boyfriend are keeping me in the dark, thatâs whatâs wrong.â
âJosh is busy and Iâm busy,â you responded slowly. âWeâre not 'keeping you in the dark'. Also, he just found out a few weeks ago. Itâs not like heâs known forâ.â
âA few weeks?!â
You swiveled fully around to face her completely. âEls. Josh has never been one to talk about other people and their lives to shoot the breeze. You know this. He wasnât going to bring it up if it didnât concern him.â
âWell, it does. It concerns both of us. Aunt and uncle? Hello?â
âItâs also just a giant ass thing that Iâm sure heâs still processing,â you argued. âGive him a fucking break.â
âIâm bringing this up to him,â she stubbornly stated, huffing and everything. âIâm going to make him own up to not telling me he knew.â
âYou knew and didnât tell him,â you reminded her.Â
âThatâs different; you didnât want me to tell him.â
âAnd what if he thought I didnât want you guys talking about it at all? Heâs very sensitive to stuff of that nature.â
âI donât know. Iâm still asking him,â she firmly stated, continuing to push the cart forward, effectively ending the conversation with her tone.Â
And, much to your joy, dropping the other part of the conversation as she went on a sassy rant about something Josh had done recently that pissed her off.Â
It lasted all the way home and you were damn happy. . .
Although, you did have to work a little magic to get her to stop being such an over-thinker and asshole when it came to Josh. You had to give a plentiful amount of examples as to how he was all of these amazing things wrapped in one and not the person her mind was trying to convince her that he was.Â
She had trauma and abandonment issues, too. . . she just didn't always show them like you.
But. . . it made you pause. Made you think of yourself and Jake. . . . your mind went to the clouds as you thought of your feelings towards him. You were still like this as you helped her carry in groceries, and only snapped out of it when she started bossing you again. Except this time, she was annoyingly giving you jobs around the kitchen to prepare the blessed pies.
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Jake had been the main chef for Friendsgiving.
All day, the apartment smelled heavenly thanks to his wondrous cooking. He'd started way early in the morning, and had awoken you with the incredible smells. . . but you had forced yourself to lay in bed rather than going about your morning routine. Truthfully, you really hadn't had to force yourself too much as you heard Maya's voice make unwelcome waves around the apartment through your door. You weren't in the mood for any of it this morning considering last night. Last night, when you'd seen him and Maya. . . . . Yeah, you'd still been in the process of blocking that the fuck out.
So, you'd only caught a little glimpse of him buzzing around the kitchen before Elsie and Josh had shown up. At which point, Elsie had been ready to hit Wally World.
But, now that you were back, you'd noticed that he'd taken charge of a few very important tasks. He'd roasted a giant turkey in the oven, made rolls and mashed potatoes from scratch, and a delicious gravy to accompany all of his dishes. Josh had been in charge of casseroles, and the other two hooligan men had been in charge of drinks and salad (a big bag of lettuce from Walmart with a bottle of Ranch and a plastic container of cherry tomatoes).Â
Maya had been in charge of nothing, claiming via Jake that she would be helping him. But all day long, sheâd just sat around, looking way too stupidly pretty, and watched him cook. Lazy ass.Â
While you and Elsie slaved away at dessert, thankfully Jake was done with his preparations (save for the turkey that still cooked and created the most appetizing aroma). Meaning that Maya had followed him and wasnât looming in the background as you made pie.
Which was good because you really did not need her around you any more than she had to be.
As you made pie after pie and sat them on top of the oven to go in once the turkey came out, you filled Elsie in on everything else that had taken place in your life as of late. Told her about the emergency room visit and everything youâd found out at the E.R.; how youâd come up with a solid morning routine to attempt a healthier pregnancy; and any intricate therapy detail that came to mind.Â
The boys had been sitting in the living room, playing music on a few guitars (Josh, filling up the apartment with old Elvis tunes). Then, opting to talk for the majority of the time.
So, you'd been able to gain precious time with your sister. She had encouraged you and supported you just like you knew she would. Sheâd also gotten onto you for not taking better care of yourself and not taking prenatal vitamins sooner.
âYou fucking idiot,â she laughed, bumping your shoulder with hers as she passed you in the kitchen with the last pie. âNo, but really. Iâm sorry that youâd been so stressed and overwhelmed to the point of forgetting to do shit like that. I wish Iâd lived closer to you for the beginning of it all.â
Your ears perked up at that. âYeah. . . Me too,â you said slyly, considering options as they filtered through your head. âWhat would it take for you to move closer? I donât want to be selfish, I just donât want to do this without you.âÂ
But, after the words came out of your mouth, you heard just how selfish they sounded. Though, thinking about her being with you for the baby had been something at the back of your mind that youâd been contemplating for weeks. It didnât mean you needed to drop that fucking bomb on her though. . . The baby wasnât her thoughtless decision that she needed to change her life for. . . It wasnât fair to her.Â
âIâm sorry, Els,â you slapped a hand to your forehead, shutting your eyes to avoid any further self-induced embarrassment. âI didnât even think about that before it slipped out. You donât have to change anyâ.â
âWell,â she started, coming close to you and removing your hand from your head. As she held your hand in hers, she continued speaking. You opened your eyes to her. âThat was actually my thing that I was waiting to tell you. . .,â she paused, trailing off. A slow smile lit up her features as her eyes brightened. âI put in a request for an office job attached to the company I work through. An office job for a branch of the company - based here in New York. . . Told them I didnât want to travel any longer and that Iâd appreciate something steadier as life changes. . .â
Your ears filled with excited static. âWhat?!â You gasped, eyes lifting with hope. âWhat did they say?!âÂ
âWell, a few people talked to a few people, and the director of the program Iâm in gave his permission and then recommendation to that part of the company,â she rushed out. âSo, in a few months, Iâll finish out my contract for this job and be living here full time for the new one.â
There was almost no time between the moment sheâd said the words and the moment youâd leapt from your spot in the kitchen to give her the tightest hug you could muster.Â
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Jakeâs POV
She looked fucking gorgeous today. Everyday, in fact. But for the past couple of days, all I could think about was how thankful I was to have her in my life. Tis the season. No matter what, I was very thankful for her. . . For so many reasons.Â
Though, the most prominent reason in my mind at the moment was how thankful I was to her for carrying our baby. So selfless and motherly and lovely. . .
So, I couldnât help stealing repeated glances at her. I just hoped I wasnât being too obvious. She was always beautiful, stunningâactual perfection walkingâbut the fact that our baby was in her belly just made matters much worse for me. She glowed in a way that she never had before. . . Drew my eye to her in a way that couldnât be stopped.
It was wrong for me to look at her like this. I was in a serious relationship with someone else. . . I definitely shouldnât have been eyeing her the way I was through the open layout, into the kitchen from my spot in the armchair. And especially not while I had my arm wrapped around my extremely hot girlfriend, and her nice fuckin' ass sitting halfway on my lap.
And, really. . . y/n had effectively brokenâno, shatteredâmy heart all of those months ago in the kitchen. She shouldn't have drawn my eye to her the way she did after what she'd said. But, I really couldn't hold that against her any longer. It didn't matter as much as it once had. . . not anymore.
But, we werenât meant to be. Honestly, I wasn't sure if I wanted us to be. . . It seemed too difficult for the two of us to manage. And, I had Maya. . . Mayamayamaya.
I would've been lying, though, if I said she wasnât the most incredibly created human being. She was sculpted by the gods. . . Meticulously made to ruin me. When she really shouldn't. Fuck.
And now that she held my baby. . . The way her tummy rounded out more than usual, under her sweaterâthat shit left me completely speechless.
The way she held pregnancy was unparalleled to every other woman that had ever done it before. She was ethereal. And as great as Maya's ass was, there was truly no comparing it to the way y/n's ass looked in those leggings Iâd seen her wear no less than a million times before. . . And just like every time before, I wanted to walk up behind her and feel the curve of it. Rip them the fuck down and bend her - dammit. I was so fuckinâ weak for her.
But anytime I felt Maya move against my arm, or lap, or smelled her perfume wave off of her with an action, I was reminded of how completely wrong it was for me to be checking y/n out. It was wrong how I couldnât get her out of my headâall the time, she was there. Even in the most intimate moments with Maya, she kept creeping the fuck into my thoughts.Â
But, truly, it just happened. Couldn't control it.
And, even when I got up to check on the turkey once more, I couldnât help my reaction when I passed her. When I'd accidentally brushed past her on her way out, the way my heart pounded in my chest as our bodies touched for a millisecond. She smelled so sweetâjust like a damned sugar cookie. And the way sheâd passed so delicately against me. Her top half had pressed against me for a stolen moment in time, her eyes catching mine as her precious bump skimmed my waist.
And her breasts. Felt those, too.
My chest tightened and my dick twitchedâit was almost too much. The air was stolen from my lungs.Â
We were so close for those few seconds.
âSorry,â she hushed, her eyes flicking up to look at me. A small smile was sitting on her lips, more out of embarrassment than anything. Her cheeks were the prettiest pink under my gaze.
But she wasnât the one to be embarrassed. I was the only one who should have been embarrassed â for how I was instantly a teenage boy again, just because of a little brush from her body.Â
âDonât be,â I mouthed, like we were sharing a secret. My lips lifted to reassure her and my eyes lit up with an emotion I couldnât explain if I tried.Â
Her face softened at my expression, and then she was gone.Â
And once Iâd gotten the turkey out of the oven, I was mostly back to normal. Iâd forced myself to think about sad images of roadkill enough to ruin the mood Iâd set in my head.Â
After breathing a few deep breaths, I called out that dinner was ready and all I could do was hope for the best for the rest of the day.Â
End of Jakeâs POV
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Thanksgiving carried on from when lunch started at two in the afternoon, to the evening, and saw your friend group (and Maya) sitting around the living room.
You were all bouncing back and forth with the Roku remote. Rotating around your semi-circle, every person took a turn choosing a YouTube video to cast.
It had turned into a sort of game of who could play a song that meant something to someone else in the room. Jake had just had the remote, right before Elsie, and had played a song for Josh. It had been some song from Seussical The Musical, to which Josh had sung along to every word. Heâd even gone so far as to get up to do a little performance of the song.Â
âThatâs exactly how it went,â Josh had chuckled heartily, the sound starting deep and lilting at the end. He dropped his arms from an obviously rehearsed dance routine, the song ending on a final high note. âI swear to God.â
âOh, Joshua,â Samâs eyes bugged as he looked at Jake with a laugh, who shared the moment of humor with him. âTrust me. We remember. Every single high school theatre production,â Sammy shook, as if reliving a traumatic memory. "All of it is seared into my poor, poor brain."
"Samuel, shut the fuck-," Josh started, before getting interrupted by his twin.
âDay in and day fucking out, Josh. Thatâs how often we heard those songs at homeâ for the months leading up to that damn musical,â Jake raised a thick brow. It made your tummy do somersaults - he was so handsome. âAnd I was lucky enough to hear it from backstage as crew. . . Every single rehearsal.â
âYeah, you really fucking hated those songs,â Josh noted with a bubbling laugh, sitting back down next to Elsie, his arm falling around her shoulders. âWhy would you make yourself suffer through that again?â
âJust playing the game,â Jake shrugged, rolling his eyes with a smile. He handed the remote over to Elsie, who sat on the couch, next to where he sat on the floor, in front of the couch. âBut goddamn if I donât ever hear it again, it will still be too soon.â
Sam agreed with a toast, raising his beer bottle as Jake lifted his. They nodded at each other from across the room. And you stared on, getting distracted by the woman who sat on the couch, criss-cross-applesauce, behind him, braiding his hair.Â
Fuck that bitch, you thought hotlyâ ridiculously.
Admittedly, it took too far too long to look away from her pop-up salon. But you eventually did, and watched the screen as Elsie started typing something into the search bar.Â
You knew better than to feel jealous of her. But, you couldnât help eyeing her from your place, as you snuggled into the armchair with your favorite fluffy blanket covering you. Just wanted to let the chair swallow you, so you nestled deeper and closed your eyes to imagine it.
âThis is one of y/nâs favorites,â Elsie said, the pre-video ad starting on the television. âThe first time she watched this, her life changed. The perfect mix of her love for classic rock and soul music.â
Instantly, you knew exactly which song she was talking about. And when the video started, your heart expanded in your chest, making everything feel fuzzy and light. Everything felt okay.Â
Change the World. . . . the Unplugged version. Eric Clapton and Babyface. . . . so many memories.
âThis is our childhood,â you said, voice thick with emotion. The amount of tears you cried on a weekly basis was nothing short of humiliating. The baby hormones were vicious in their attack.
âI canât tell you how many times we heard this as kids,â Elsie affirmed, looking over at Josh.Â
âGrandpa is a strangely huge fan of Babyface,â you giggled, throat loosening a little as the laughter bubbled from your chest. âThis Unplugged vinyl played on a loop for a period of time.â
âIt was that year we bought it for him for Christmas,â Elsie added, agreeing. She was watching the screen with tears in her eyes, too. âBut you ended up loving it so much,â she looked over to where you sat. âThat the next Christmas you got your own vinyl of it. From yours truly. You're welcome." She winked, blowing a little kiss your way.
âI do take partial blame for the constant looping on the living room record player,â you smiled, winking at her.Â
She winked back. âYeah, you and Grandpa had equal hand in his Unplugged record warping on this song.â
You grinned, sticking your tongue out at her as she did the same. When Eric Clapton started singing, you gave the screen your full attention. The sound of this song only brought back the happiest memories. Even before hearing Babyfaceâs cover, it was a family favorite. It was a song that made you feel whole.Â
It was the one song your Grandpa loved to sing to you. . . Before this version had ever come to your familyâs attention. He'd sing it in those soft moments that felt like glowing rays of sun hitting your skin on a hazy summer evening.
But when your Grandpa had heard the Unplugged cover on the radio, the Earth had shifted for him. . . And even though it didnât top your Grandpa singing it, the cover featuring Clapton held a special place in your heart with how often youâd heard it bouncing off the walls of the living room. It played so often that you associated it with some of your best days. . .
You'd still been innocent enough, still, to enjoy the world through a rose-tinted lens. And, far enough away from the trauma with your Mom that life had felt new. Ironically, the cover of the song had come around when your world was finally feeling like it had changed. It had been an intricately timed re-release of the lullaby your Grandfather had once poured over you as youâd drift to sleep on both restful and restless nights. The song felt safe â sort of like your Grandmotherâs cooking felt for you.Â
âYou know, itâs funny,â Joshâs voice cut through your drifting thoughts. You kept watching the two men on screen, but tuned in to your best friendâs dialogue. âJake loved this version, too. When YouTube came around, he would watch this version back to back, trying to memorize the way Babyface and Eric complimented each other on their guitars. He always wantedâ.â
âTo play both parts and record them on top of each other," Jake finished, watching the screen intently. Youâd let your eyes wander from the screen momentarily to see his expression after hearing Joshâs story. He still looked utterly invested; just like you imagined he had looked as a kid re-watching it over and over again on YouTube. âItâs not really an intricate piece. . . I just found it at a time when I wanted to try everything I could on guitar. I knew how to play better than most 14 year olds, yes, but I still didnât know half as much as I do now,â he explained, never looking away from the musicians.Â
You saw movement at his waist, and when you looked down to observe, he seemed to be playing a guitar part in the air. And you knew if he picked up the instrument right now, heâd match one of the men in time. Whichever one he was currently studying - you couldnât tell.Â
âI donât know why I never recorded myself playing both parts. Synced them over each other,â Jake mused, still playing in the air. âI used Garage Band like it was an addictive fucking drugâ.â
âYou can say that again,â Sam inserted, acting annoyed but still grinning so wide all the same.Â
âBut I just forgot about it, I guess,â the older, long-haired brother continued, as if he hadnât been interrupted. âIâm getting the urge to do it again now â itâs coming back strong,â he chuckled, looking down at his fingers with a brow raisedâjust like heâd do if he was actually playing.Â
It was fucking hot to watch him play so intently with nothing there to support him. Only his mind, full of the memorized chords from years ago. And to a song that meant so much to you.Â
âIâm sure the guys at the studio would let you do it with their recording equipment,â Danny offered, also watching the famed musicians with intrigue, glancing over at Jake.Â
Jake sucked in a breath, dropping his air guitar before leaning back against Maya, closing his eyes and sighing with one particular scratch of her nails against his scalp as she tugged out the french braid to start another.
Gag. You could vomit at the sight of their mushy-gushy behavior.
Your hand floated to your stomach to remind yourself of one thing you had that she didnât.Â
âNah,â Jake sighed, opening his eyes to stare at the ceiling. âI feel like it has to be done without the expensive stuff. It has to be recorded in a way that baby Jake would have recorded it. . . I justâ,â He wrinkled a brow, releasing a grumble under his breath.
There was something he was concerned about. . .
And, as he sat back up to watch the men finish out the song, Maya made a little huffing noise, crossing her arms over her impressive chest. But, in all of her perfection, she covered the noise with a small smile and a shake of her head. Just seemed to be joking with her little bratty act.
Oh, how cute and funny.
Sheâd looked over at Sammy, whoâd made a little sound at Jakeâs words. You followed the line of sight.
âWhatâs the deal, brother?â Sammy questioned, leaning forward to emphasize his care for Jake.Â
âI just donât have the time to do a little side project like thatâcanât even think about prioritizing it,â he replied, combing a hand through his hair, untangling anything that resembled a braid. Maya did outwardly pout at that. She whined his name and said something about her hard work. You couldnât help the tiny smirk that lifted your lips at the scene. You tried your best to hide it, and just focused on the screen again. âAnd even calling it a project sounds silly with everything else going on in life right now.â
Before you could feel too guilty for the situation under your palm that added to everything going on in his life, Josh spoke up with a giant gasp. Â
âBaby Jake!â The curly-headed twin exclaimed. You all looked in his direction, equally confused with knitted brows. âThatâs just it; record it like you would have back then with the intention that itâs for your baby. Something fun to do. But. . . Youâll prioritize the time if itâs for the baby. If you look at it that way, it wonât seem silly at all," he wiped his palms, arm back over Elsie as he finished with jazz hands. "Ta-da!"
As the song concluded and the next ad started (an ad for baby diapers, of all things), Maya was urgently pushing Jake out of the way, claiming she needed to pee. And as she passed between your line of sight and Jakeâs, you realized you were zoning out on him when your eyes met his, just as she rounded the couch.Â
He gave you a small smile, his eyes staying on yours, floating down to where your belly hid under your blanket, and then back to your face when he responded to Joshâs idea.Â
âYeah, that sounds like a good plan, Josh,â he said, gaze never once leaving yours.Â
The fire that rose from the pit of your tummy, all the way to your cheeks was not a new feeling with Jake, but for some reason. . . this time, it felt unlike any time ever before.Â
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Everyone had stayed, having decided to lounge on couches for the night to sleep. They were all in equally deep slumbers (save for Maya, most likely still completely awake and waiting for Jake in his bed).Â
Youâd all stayed up until the wee hours of the morningâmuch later than you had in a long time. The only way youâd been able to make it, the tiny cat naps youâd dozed in and out of. As youâd done that, everyone else had continued on with their little YouTube game.Â
Now, here you were, completely exhausted, practically dragging yourself to bed, ready to sleep. Just barely managed to wash your face before Jake had hopped into the bathroom, right after you, to brush his teeth.
But before you could make it inside your room, he passed by behind you. You werenât even looking. Youâd just smelled his heavenly cologne, a favorite scent of yours (and the babyâs, apparently) flood the space around you. You knew he wasnât actually drenched in the smell of sandalwood and vanilla, but your baby-powered-super-senses couldâve convinced you otherwise. He smelled delicious and you could easily drown in him.Â
Though, instead of focusing on that, you let yourself act on something that was threatening to leave your lips. No matter how hard you tried to stop it, your tired brain wouldnât let the words halt.Â
âPlease donât stop pursuing your dream or any other thing just because of everything thatâs happening with me and the baby,â you rushed out, peeking up through your lashes for a moment before locking eyes with your hand on the knob of your door. âI donât want you to ever feel like this is taking up too much space in your life or causing any unnecessary stress. You can back out whenever you want if you feel like thatâs what you need and I wonât be upset with you forâ.â
âNo,â Jake responded, soft and stern, moving to stand in front of you. You had no choice but to look up at him, he was standing so close to you. His eyes bore into yours. âIâm not going to back out. I couldnât do thatâwouldnât ever do that. I want this. I promise. Itâs everything else, I think, thatâs stressful. The baby is something I get to look forward to,â he reassured, his voice wavering just enough to worry you.Â
But you didnât let it get to you. Tiredness prevailed above any doubtful emotion you couldâve mustered. You could only sleepily nod your head at his words.Â
âThe baby inspires me even more to make it all happen,â he rasped in a velvety tone, assuring you. After, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. Your sleepy eyes slowly followed the motion. You wished it was you. âEverything else is still exciting, too. . . But itâs a lot and it gets me thinking about how different everything is about to be. Itâs scary. Butâ itâs. . . the baby makes it all seem brighter. Better. Iâm not just doing it for me anymore. Not even for my brothers. Itâs for my baby,â his full lips spread into a loose, close-mouthed grin. âOur baby.â
Your tummy flip-flopped and all you wanted to do at that moment was kiss him. You felt the slightest inkling that he wanted the same, with the way heâd brought his body in front of you, closer than he needed to. But. . . you blamed it all on tiredness. There was no way you could trust yourself to make actual, coherent assumptions. You were getting carried away, and even though you wondered of the possibility that he could want it, you cut off the idea.Â
Tired or not, you knew one thing. He didnât want you. He had a girlfriend. A real relationship with a woman much more beautiful than you. So, before you could get trapped in his big, beautiful brown eyes any longer, you decided to bid him goodnight.Â
Though, just as youâd opened your door to go into your room, he stopped you. âHey, real quick,â he cleared his throat. You looked up at him, confused at the sudden stop. âMayaâum,â he shook his head, brows furrowed as he messed with his bottom lip. âShe told me that she wanted me to help however I possibly could. She wants me to be attentive and helpful in any way I can be.âÂ
He was right there - a step away. His breath, fanning over your face. You could smell the mint of his toothpaste. âObviously with limits,â his voice lowered a bit as his eyes peered down at you.Â
What was that supposed to mean? Surely he didnât mean. . . But, you responded the only way you could think to.
âObviously. . .,â you trailed off, raising a brow out of complete confusion for the conversationâs direction. âI wouldnât want you to cross any sort of boundary. Youâre in a relationship with her. Not me.âÂ
âYeah. Sheâs my girlfriend,â he replied, voice rasping on a hitched breath. His body felt as though it was wrapped around yours in an act of protection. Heâd brought his hand up, above your heads, as his body curved in towards you. After a pause, he continued. âBut I donât want to make any boundaries with the baby ever. Not at all. I want to be present. From now until always.âÂ
Suddenly, the moment was gone for you. There was no way heâd ever meant it as anything more. All heâd meant was you needed to remember there were boundaries. This was all about the baby. It was selfish to ever think any different.Â
You knew better than to believe any different than that. Your thoughts got out of hand so damn easily these days. Why did you let them wander so far when you fucking knew better?
You backed up, your back touching the doorframe behind you. He scrunched his brows, but you werenât sure why he was acting confused. It was late. You were definitely imagining things. He was just tired, too. . . that was all.Â
âSo. . .,â he cleared his throat. âJust let me know however I can help with the baby. Please.âÂ
âOkay,â you whispered with a quiet nod of your head.
âOkay,â he muttered with a gentle, distant grin. He nodded his head as well. And right before he opened the door to his room, his words barely touched the air as he told you goodnight.Â
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November 28, 2022
Covid. Gia had Covid.
Your heart broke for her having to deal with that absolutely terrible illness. And your nerves were climbing up the wall at not being able to see her. She wasnât so bad that you couldnât email her if you had questions or needed advice. But, you also knew better than to bother someone who was sick with something like Covid.Â
So, you were spending the time that you would have been gearing up to go to Giaâs office, on this chilly autumn day, pacing back and forth in your living room. Cuticles thin from chewing and perspiration accumulated at your hairline and under your arms, you werenât sure what to do.Â
The idea of losing time on healing before the baby arrived was stressful to say the very least. You didnât want to be any less of a mother than your baby deserved. He or she deserved a mentally stable mom. . . and in order to get there, you required several hours on Giaâs couch.Â
All that could wave through your one-track mind was how terrible you felt for being so stressed about your healing while Gia was so sick. She was the one who needed to get healthy sooner rather than later.
You tried to remember the words Gia had put at the tail end of the email she had sent. Sheâd put in a few words that reminded you how well she knew you.
Donât stress too much about the session being cancelled. :) Things happen and we have plenty of time, y/n.
Those words, typed specifically to assure you. Except, youâd worked yourself up too much for it to work very well after youâd read the title line of her email. Just a few, simple words: Out Sick â Sorry!
If even Giaâs words werenât helping to calm your nerves, you werenât sure how you were going to make it through to the next appointment.
After an hour of feeling unsure about literally everything, you decided the only way you were going to make it was by doing some other form of self care. And the first thing that came to your mind was food. Food always sounded good these days (nausea taking a backseat thanks to your meds and second trimester), and it would help you feel better while also supporting the babyâs health in the womb.
But it took you no time to get sad because you didnât know what kind of food you wanted. . .
Youâd resolved to just not being able to win at life for the day when you heard the front door jingle on the other side with the sound of a key unlocking.Â
Jake was home. Fuck. He was home to take you to therapy and you hadnât even thought to text him and tell himâ shit. Instead of doing what he would have rather been doing, heâd made a useless trip home.Â
It didnât take him long at all to notice you sulking next to the window, face-palming next to the it, where youâd been people watching minutes ago, from your vantage point a few stories up.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â He questioned, concerned, as he came right up beside you. âWhatâs going on?â
Whenever you looked up from having your eyes pressed into your hand, you refocused your eyes on his worried ones. âI donât have counseling today,â you sullenly stated. And rather than going into any more details, you just apologized. âIâm sorry I didnât tell you. There was no point in you coming home.â
âI wouldnât say that,â he calmly reassured. Again, you found his line of sight. His eyes felt like the sweetest reassurance. âYou look like you could use someone to talk to.â
âDonât waste your time on me,â you waved him off, scrunching your brows in an effort to seem nonchalant. âJust go back to doing what you were doing.â
âWell, I donât have any plans because I was planning on being with you all night,â he laughed just a bit, under his breath. He flicked at the tip of his nose with a pointer finger.Â
âAll night?â Your stomach swirled at the thought, but you also felt incredible guilt at stealing that time from him. âGod, Iâm so sorry, Jake.â
âPlease donât be.â It was his turn to wave you off while shaking his head. He swept a hand through his hair. âIâm glad I was hereâ glad that I am here.â
You didnât really know what to say. There wasnât anything you two could do that wouldnât get completely awkward after a while. Right? It was only four oâclock and he planned on spending the rest of the evening with you? What were you going toâ?
âWhat do you want to do?â He asked, adjusting his jacket over his shoulders. âWanna stay here? Order in? Go out and do something?â
Going out sounded like a date. . . and that felt wrong to do. But you also absolutely despised the idea of staying inside of the apartment to wallow for a second longer. . . .Â
And it didnât take you very long to realize you were still wanting food, hunger starting to feel like empty weight in your rounded tummy.Â
âFood?â
âFood,â he agreed with a grin, winking at you before turning around, effectively making your brain turn to complete mush as you grabbed your own jacket and followed him out the door.Â
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The night was one of the best youâd had in a while.
Heâd taken you to get Panera. Weird, yes, but their tomato basil soup had been calling your name the second itâd come to mind, as you'd searched places to eat.
And after sitting across from each other and just talking about his budding career and your classes, at Panera Bread. . . he'd told you he wanted to take you somewhere special. And, just as the sun was setting, youâd pulled up to a Barnes & Noble on your side of Brooklyn.
âTell me why youâre stressed,â heâd said, putting his car in park.
A used, four-door (hard top, thankfully) Jeep. An all-black, mid-thousands model. After riding around in it all evening, youâd noticed it rode really well. It was just slightly strange that he had a car. He hadnât had one when youâd been. . .
You cleared your throat, back on the subject at hand. âI never said I was stressed,â you stated, feeling ready to combat the truth. For whatever stupid reason.Â
âYou didnât have to say it,â he breathed deeply through his nose, turning down the classic rock station heâd been playing. âI know you.â
Deciding it wasnât worth a debate (because it was the truthâyou had been very stressed earlier), you sighed; running a hand through your loose, natural waves, you responded. âWell, Iâm just. . . this therapy is for me, yes, sure. But it really is mostly for the baby,â you explained. He sighed and you placed the hand youâd combed through your hair on your rounded bump, covered by your favorite oversized sweatshirt. âAnd having one session lost that I canât be working on getting healed for the baby stressed me the fuck out. Still kind of is,â you admitted, glancing out of the small, rectangular windshield. âI just want to be completely better by the time the baby is here.â
âWhat are you most worried about?â He softly pondered, prompting you to talk through it.Â
âThat Iâll be just like my mom and project my hurt onto my baby,â you said wetly, swallowing the thickness in your throat. âI have so much in me that I donât understand and it scares me how much I donât remember â canât remember,â you blinked to allow the new tear to make its way down your cheek before quickly reaching to wipe it away. âAnd it scares the shit out of me. It makes me. . . this terrible person to other people. I need to understand all of me, so my baby gets the best parts of me.â Sniffling, you swiped at your cheeks to rid yourself of the few more tears that cascaded down your cheeks. âAnd I donât even remember the last time I saw those best parts. . . . so if I canât see,â you huffed, your eyes finally piercing his, which stayed on you, intently listening âH-how is my child going to see them?â
Jake hummed, rubbed his chin. He never took his deep-set, amber-brown irises from yours. âItâs funny,â he started, a little grin ghosting over his lips as he spoke, âIâm seeing those best parts of you right now. I see those 'best parts of you' quite often.â
Your heart pounded in your chest, and you unzipped and reached into your belt bag for your heart monitor phone, willing it to not go off. There were butterflies wreaking havoc in your tummy. Naturally, your hands found their way to your tummy. His eyes followed that particular movement.
âHow do youâ?â You sniffed, shaking your head, zipping your bag back after a moment. âHow do you see those things? I havenât seen them since before you came into my liâ- for a long time. And never consistently. . .,â you rambled, eyebrows drawn together, thumbs rubbing circles over the tight bump. âIâve always been a bit of a wild card with my emotions. And finding out more of what I'd done from Elsie. . . I'm just way too similar to myâ.â
âDo you think she was as self aware as you are?â
âI donât know,â you answered, honestly. You would go with no, but. . . âI donât know her well enough to make that judgment.â
âOkay,â he nodded, sticking his bottom lip out. A grin found its way to his plush lips, looking so kissable in the cramped space of the car. You leaned further into the door so as to not tempt yourself of anything. He continued, âWell, I would say she probably wasnât. Or else you wouldnât be wracked with so much significant trauma. She wouldnât have left you hanging with so much to deal with. . . she would have been there for you. Helped you because she would've wanted to help herself. Would've been self aware enough for that,â he emphasized. âParents say stupid shit. They do stupid shit. Theyâre humans. What matters is how they ultimately react.â
âBut I react so brashly, Jake,â you argued, needing to be heard. âWhat happens if I do that to ourâ?â
âYou wonât. I know you wonât,â he consoled you, his eyes so earnest as he conveyed the words. âYou struggle with saying stupid shit. I do, too. So does everyone. Youâll figure out how to handle situations better, but it wonât be as hard as you think,â he shook his head, taking the keys from the ignition. âNot for you. You are determined. And youâre not this monster youâve made up in your head.â
âWell, â,â you started, interrupting him, only to be cut off.Â
âAnd your best parts are too many to name right now,â he surmised, winking at you once more. You rubbed wider, nervous circles on your tummy. âBut one of my favorites is your determination to help others. The way you care for others. And if a mother has those qualities,â he pointed a finger at your tummy, and trailed the finger up to point at your face. âShe will be one helluva fantastic mother. Iâm glad our baby will have you.â
âThank you,â you replied after the words had actually cracked the surface of your mental warfare. No voice appeared to combat what heâd said, so you let them sink, all the way down into your brain to truly consider for later. You didnât fight them. . . which you viewed as progress. âThank you so much. IâI needed to hear those things. And you were the perfect person to hear them from,â you blushed, crinkling your nose with the words. A smile settled on your lips, eyes drying. âBecause I know youâre going to be the best daddy to this baby. Iâve known it for a long time. . . So, it means a lot that you think the same. Seriously.â
âOf course I think so,â he smiled, glancing once more at your tummy. âAnd the way you're always holding our baby. . . you love her so, so much. Youâre already so intentional about loving her.â
âHer?â You asked aloud, wondering why heâd chosen that gender. Your hands held tighter to your tummy at the assumption. âWhy girl?â
He hummed, looking out the windshield, past your head, with a wide grin. âIt just feels right,â he concluded, before motioning at the windshield, nodding towards it. âLook.â
You did as he said, turning to see a mother and son (presumably) traipsing up to the store, just past the nearest cart corral. The little boy was skipping, and the mother was watching her like the entire world started and stopped with the child. The sky was bluer because he was around. You felt that.Â
âThe way youâre watching them says enough, honey,â he concurred. There was that nickname again. . . Honey. Your heart skipped a beat at the term. âI see it all over you. Youâre going to mess up. Parents do. My parents did a lot and I still think theyâve been the best parents.â When he gave a small, breathy laugh, you looked his way. He rubbed a finger over his bottom lip. âBut what good parents do after they mess up isâ they have humility and apologize. They show integrity to their child. You do that. Already. For me.â
Sitting across from him in the still air of the Jeep, you let your eyes bounce back and forth between his. His smell, warm, sweet, and woodsy, was enveloping every sense of your body, in the taut air of the vehicle. His breathing laced with yours, your heaving chest kept up with the rhythm of his. He was steadier than you. . . he seemed fine.Â
You felt anything but. Your emotions were going haywire at everything heâd just said. The man he was to you. . . he was too good to be true.Â
But, instead of letting yourself get sad that he wasn't yours, you looked at the store behind you and cleared your throat. It opened up your mind and the air in the car. He blinked a few times, tilting his head slightly, watching you.Â
âWondering why weâre here?â He asked.
âYeah.â
âWell, I thoughtâ letâs get out,â he said, pausing the conversation to unload from the Jeep. You followed his lead, taking the tall step as gracefully as you could to get down and out. The slip almost happenedâbut didnât. Thank god.Â
Joining him at the back of the car, you waited for him to lead the way and continue. You wrapped your jacket tighter around your body, over the sweatshirt. There was a bite in the air that hadnât been there before. Jake tightened his jacket, too, tucking his hands in the pockets of it. âI brought us here because I knew you were stressed. I knew it probably had to do with the baby,â he started, looking down at you. You felt his stare, looking up to meet it. âSo I thought maybe coming here to get some books to study and prepare would help you feel more at peace about whatever was on your mind,â he drew in a breath before blowing it out into the cold, dry air. âAnd now that I know it had to do with preparedness, this was kind ofâ.â
âPerfect,â you finished, nudging him with your shoulder.Â
He looked down for a second, his eyes read an unknown emotion before he kept on. âI know you probably have a lot of books already, butâ.â
âThereâs no such thing as too many,â you replied, leading the way through the automatic doors.Â
âPrecisely,â he agreed, coming to a stop as soon as the two of you had entered. Raising a brow, he looked down at you before throwing a thumb over to the in-store coffee house. âWant something?â
âYou donât even have to ask,â you responded with a light smile, walking toward the smell of comforting coffee and cakes.Â
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Heâd footed the bill the whole night. . . including the surplus of books from Barnes & Noble. It had been a hefty bill, but heâd refused to let you pay. He had convinced you it was part of co-parenting â sharing purchases. And this was one of his first purchases to make for the baby.
âThis was a good idea,â you mentioned at the end of the evening, juggling your one bag of books that youâd insisted Jake let you carry (the lightest one, after compromise) as you led the way up the stairs of your complex. âFocusing on other ways we can prepare for the baby, rather than worrying about what we canât control.â
âI have a decent idea every now and then,â he chuckled, out of breath as he handled the bulk.Â
Once you made it to the door, you unlocked it for the two of you.
And, for a moment, it felt so domestic.
It felt like a dream you shouldnât dream. Arriving home after a big shopping run, walking through the door together as you laughed at the heaviness of bags and discussed a few of the books youâd chosen.
And as you made your way through the door finally, it broke your heart to see the night go. He wasnât necessarily acting ready to end it, but the impending ending made your stomach turn. You wanted this for longer.Â
He was going on and on about all of the things heâd researched as of late concerning babies and pregnancy and everything in between. You decided on grabbing a Canada Dry from the fridge, letting him sort the books on the counter into categories as he kept conversation easily.
Every now and then, you offered a small response to show you were listening, but otherwise, you let him talk. You loved listening to him talk about all of this.Â
It made your heart feel ten times bigger. Though, as you took a sip of your ginger ale, watching him sort the books, your heart began to sink instead.Â
You couldnât help how much you adored his desire to learn about all things âbabyâ. He was already so good at his job as dad.
The way youâd felt all nightâso peaceful with him. . . you knew it was good for you. He was literally your mental safe place (you hadnât told him that though. Absolutely not). But. . . you knew it couldnât go past the feeling of good friendship. Co-parenthood.
The unfortunate part, though, was that you really felt unable to stop the way you were feeling for him. It felt new and familiar all at once.
Though, you knew you couldnât let yourself feel that way. You shouldnât.
But with the way his eyes lit up when you looked up at him again, after staring at your feet in your whirlwind of contemplation, you knew you were doomed.Â
There was no stopping the way that you felt about him.Â
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One morning at the very end of November, you woke up with a cold. A terrible one. The same cold that every other person in your classes was seeming to come down with. Theo had been gone with it all week, and you saw him more frequently than not to study. Youâd decided on one or two days a week after class. There were also the few people who sat around you in class, whoâd come down with it.
So, it was due time for you.Â
Normally, you would have tried to make it through the day. But, youâd done enough reading to learn that coming down with a serious infection like the flu or Covid could lead to a babyâs fetal development getting stunted. So, you played it safe and decided to stay home until you felt better. Â
You had called in to work that morning. And just after that, youâd emailed the professor you had that day to let him know. Everyone you had spoken to was understanding, luckily, which helped you to sleep very peacefully. You only hoped that the extra sleep wasnât just helpful to you, but alsoâmostlyâto the baby.
Sleeping off the sick seemed the best option. You hadnât really had the mental energy that morning to look into safe medicine to take for colds during pregnancy. So, sleeping it was.
Your colds were always intenseâall of your sicknesses were. When you got sick, it never failed to knock you on your ass. So instead of stressing over it all that morning, youâd chosen sleep as the easier route.
You had been hoping that youâd wake up from a long nap feeling refreshed and better. . .but. . . you were not so lucky.
When your eyes fluttered open for the second time that day to find what was left of the evening sun peeking through your curtains, you officially knew it was time to figure something out. Your eyes were burningâhurt to open. There was an ache settled firmly in every bone in your bodyâwerenât sure if you were cold or hot. . .Â
You were definitely sick. More than a cold. No two ways about it.
When you turned to your bedside table for a drink from your Stanley, you found your bedside table had a couple new additions since youâd fallen asleep. There was a brand new Stanley sitting next to your old one. One youâd eyed for a few minutes online a week or so ago, and then decided against due to the monstrously obnoxious size. . .Â
Youâd talked to Jake about it after heâd noticed your pensive face looking at your phone screen for longer than necessary. . . And now, there it sat on your white, wooden night stand. A 64 ounce, rose quartz Stanley, in all of its glory.Â
And leaning against it and next to it were a concoction of helpful remedies with a couple of sticky notes to explain each of their benefits. The handwriting gave him away. Jake. In his scrawl, he detailed what to take and when, which ones you could take together. Heâd even written out the link to a website talking about pregnancy-safe cold meds. There was also a fruit punch Gatorade. When you reached out, it was still cold. Heâd been in recently.
Moving on from the drink and meds, you glanced at the Stanley and saw it had a sticky sitting underneath it, waiting to be read.Â
Plenty of water will help you and the baby stay healthy. It was worth itÂ
It had perfect timing and came in the mail today of all days
:) âJake
The note effectively had your head spinning from something other than sickness. . .his kind gesture, making your stomach do soft flips. Your hand floated to touch your tummy at the idea of him doing so sweet for you (and for the babyâhis baby).
After reading his advice on what to take, you went ahead and took some Tylenol for your headache and body aches, then used a nasal spray to help loosen up whatever drainage you could. The Vicks rub heâd left had been a welcome solvent on your chest, temples, and under your nose.Â
But, it didnât take long for your stomach to start rumbling, so you took that as your sign to find something that would ease the scratch in your throat and warm you up.Â
You went out to the kitchen for food, holding your brand new Stanley, taking several healthy sips of the iced water from it. When you bent down to pour food in Stevieâs dish, you realized there was already kibble in there. . . that Jake undoubtedly left for her.
You were sure your heart monitor was picking up all kinds of strange palpitations at his gestures.Â
Around the time youâd noticed Stevieâs food, you went to text him to tell him thank you. Only to find heâd sent a text about twenty minutes ago saying heâd left for the night. And while it made your heart sink, you knew you had no right to feel sad about it. . . especially when heâd done so much to help you before youâd even woken from your nap.Â
To add emphasis to that thought, you noticed at just the right time that heâd also left a couple Panera soups waiting on the counter for you. God. . . he was wonderful. You read the note heâd left with the two little sealed containers.
Soup is the best when youâre sick :)Â
âJakeÂ
Your body was already hurting a little less after youâd heated and almost instantly downed one of the delicious soups. A warm shower sounded more than tempting, so you didnât waste time throwing away your trash and making your way to grab the shower steamer pods heâd left for you on your bedside table (they were a pregnancy-safe brand, heâd assured on a sticky, which made you softly smile).Â
After placing them in the heating shower to begin dissolving the comforting notes of lavender and rose, you padded back to the kitchen for your new Stanley when you noticed something on the counter.
In an arranged group on the counter sat a few books you'd bought the other night. You recognized them. They sat with a notebook, stickies, and pens. Two of the books were closed, stacked, and tabbed with stickiesâall bright pinks, greens, and blues.
Though, there was one more, face up and open, as if heâd had to leave unplanned and hadnât had time to shut it. There was a pad of stickies sitting atop the page it was opened to. A pen was on top of the pad, which, when you walked closer, realized there was plenty of Jakeâs scrawl already written on it. The page had a heading that read:
Props and pillows and sleep, oh my!Â
And heâd written the following on his sticky, which lay upon the page:Â
âLook into pregnancy pillows for y/n
âBe patient!!Â
âDo what you can to help her find the right set up for sleep or restÂ
âAdhere to her sleep schedules (no loud sounds or bright lights when sheâs asleep, etc)Â
âShe needs sufficient rest (has healthy outcomes for her and the baby)
You went to look at the cover of the book, but before you could look at it, you stopped yourself. For some reason, it felt like an invasion of his privacy. Even though heâd left it open on the counter, these were his notes, not yours.
But just before you could walk any further to the bathroom and ignore his notes, the book stacked on top of the other had a note stuck to the top of it. And, written in bold, black sharpie, were the words Remember: Do WHATEVER you can to help y/n â itâs for the BABY!
The words itâs for the baby being written with finality at the end of the statement reminded you that chances were, all of this was not really for you. . . definitely not. You didnât deserve that from him. No, whatever was for you was done for the ultimate benefit of the baby.
All of everything he did was for the baby. All of the words of reassurance. The trip to the bookstore. Panera. The meds tonight. Taking you to counseling. . . ev-ery-thing.
And that was fine. . .
So why was a tear drawn to your eye as you sped away from the book that sat on top of the counter? And why had you felt the need to go back to your room on the way to the shower, to get the Stanley cup youâd bought yourself? Why did the thought of using the one Jake bought for you make your stomach feel all tangled and weird?
Because he doesnât care about you, a voice nagged, reminding you. It was a familiar voice, filtering in from the dark tresses of your mind. He doesnât care about you. This is for the baby. So if you feel like itâs for you, know itâs not. Let him help the baby. Donât be selfish. The baby matters most.Â
You couldnât help but agree with the voice. The baby did matter most. Not you.
So, you resolutely chose to wait out the calming scent of the steamer, until it all pooled down the drain. Stepping in when the scent was gone seemed the only option, as the way the shower calmed you was only for your benefit and not necessarily the babyâs.Â
Yes, it sounded fucked up and foolish in your head. But you were trying to navigate these thoughts the best you fucking could and you were grasping for something that made sense. But all you were doing was making no sense.Â
God, what the fuck, y/n?
And, stupidly, for whatever fucking selfish reason (because you knew for sure you were selfishâevidence proved that), you found yourself hiccuping on tears that hurt your already-aching body, under the lukewarm spray of the shower.
He didn't truly care about you. Not really. It was all for the baby.
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Once your mind was lucid after your little cold-sickness stint, you noticed stretch marks had started showing up. One by one, theyâd started becoming stark and apparent and made you feel gross.Â
The creams and oils youâd ordered seemed to help the slightest bit with the new darkness of the few tiger stripe-like lines. They truly looked heinous against your otherwise unmarred skin. Youâd felt insecurities really begin to kick in after youâd cried in the shower on the first day out of three of your sickness.Â
During the latter three days of your cold (or whatever the hell it was), youâd sulked and avoided Jakeâs help in whatever way you could. You wanted his help with the baby. Only with the baby. But the baby wasnât there yet.Â
So, you didnât need his help. He didnât need to care about you. Only the baby. It was common sense. And it would be fine.Â
But it still made you feel oddly unwanted. The feeling didnât matter.Â
But, for you, with your utterly complicated past, feeling unwanted came hurtling towards you, without any sign of stopping.
Since you were a child, feeling unwanted in your motherâs grimy home, a whole range of other negative emotions accompanied that familiar feeling. Most call it depression. Your oldest friend.
And, it had officially lit up for this new stage of your life. Why enjoy things for too long? It wasnât worth it. Right?
So, the way your skin was beginning to scar due to growth you absolutely couldnât control. . . it just set misery aflame in your amped-up insecurities and dispirit.Â
On the first night of December, the depressive thoughts persisted. You stood with your big sleep t-shirt tucked up under your heavy-ass boobs as you lathered your tummy up with the last oil in your new, nightly anti-stretch mark routine. As you did so, tears pooled in your eyes at the sight of yourself.Â
And, seemingly out of nowhere, your thoughts picked up on a different train. . . something you hadnât really taken time to be super upset about yet. The thought slipped in amongst the rest of your woes.Â
It was the thought of being a single mother.
And while it didnât matter and wasnât completely true, because Jake would be there, youâd still be doing it on your own in a sense. You would be on your own. The two of you definitely werenât together. He wouldnât be there with you. He would just be there, doing his own thing for the baby, with Maya by his side. (Nausea crept up at her name alone. Gag.)
You were going to be a single mother. Just like your own mothâ. No. You locked eyes with yourself in the mirror, momentarily stopping the massaging of your belly.Â
I will not let my mind go there, you asserted silently, staring daggers through your reflection. I am not her. I am not. I canât be. I wonât be. What would Gia say? What would Jake say?
Amidst your crying and sorrowful thoughts, the knock on the door of the bathroom kind of spooked you. And, in the depths of your despair, you couldnât really care fucking less who saw you right now. That was just how pitiful you felt.Â
âCome in,â you said, sniffing and trying to cover the sound of tears in your voice by swallowing them.Â
When the door began opening, you had to scoot over a little to let Jake in. You knew it was him. Heâd been home all night with you, while Maya was busy doing whatever the hell she needed to do for her job.Â
Heâd spent a couple hours catching up on New Girl with you and it had been nice. Except, anytime you thought about how it wasnât really for your benefit and rather him just being your friend for the baby. . . It just wasn't the same.
âYou okay?â He carefully pondered, coming to stand slightly behind you in the mirror.
But, as soon as he appeared next to you and saw your current state of dress, his eyes went immediately to your bare tummy. He stayed trained on the bump that continued to grow, day by day. Still not huge, but definitely not small.
Insecurities were instantly blossoming at his stare. He was not looking away for anything, lost in a trance. He was probably in shock at just how big your belly had gotten, compared to the last time heâd seen you like this. Chances were, he was repulsed by what he saw.Â
You effectively decided the stretch marks had been tended to enough for the night. You went to pull your Pratt shirt over the exposed skin. But to your surprise, his hand was shooting out, around your body, just as quick, to stop you before you could pull it down too far.Â
He definitely succeeded in stopping you, holding your wrist. You were in shock â skin flaming at his touch . . .felt it everywhere.Â
âI want to see,â he requested, sort of breathless. What? He wanted toâ? âYou lookâthis isâ.â
âUgly? Fat? Disgustâ?â
âBeautiful,â he firmly stated, his eyes finally locking with yours in the mirror at the word. âThis is beautiful. You are beautiful.â
His hand still held your hand over shirt, not daring to touch your belly. You couldnât move to make the position change. The fact that heâd just called you beautiful was like a lightning bolt to your entire nervous system.
âIâm notâ,â you shook your head, at a loss for words. You did not fully agree with him. Was it beautiful that you were holding the baby? Was the baby beautiful inside? Yes. But were you loving your body these days? Absolutely not. âThe stretch marks. . . Iâm so fucking big. . .â
âYou arenât,â he suddenly dropped his hand, and you were missing his touch as soon as it was gone. He went to lean against the bathroom counter, facing you. His eyes bounced between your belly and your eyes, settling on your irises as he continued. âYou are not any of the things you called yourself. I donât think any of those things when I see you. . . I donât even understand how you couldâ,â he shook his head, blinking once before finding your eyes. âI just see a woman who is special to me. A beautiful woman who is carrying my baby.â
Carrying my baby.Â
Those words. . . they did something to you. Your palms were sweaty as you held tighter to your shirt, rolled under your boobs.
âThe baby is beautiful,â you concurred. And surprisingly, you didnât trip over your words. âBut I amâ.â
âYou are beautiful. I am talking about you right now,â he stated, with no room for disagreement in his tone. âDonât discount that. Please.â
âAre you just saying these things because Iâm carrying your baby?â
Where did that come from? Shit. Nothing like baring your most vulnerable feelings to the very person you feel most vulnerable in front of. . .Â
âNo,â he said without pause. He sounded sure. âYou have always been beautiful. Itâs just. . . enhanced now. I canât. . .itâs hard to explain.â
You wanted to ask him to try to explain it but you didnât.
All of a sudden, you felt confident to ask more.Â
âYou donât just think so because of the baby? Do you just care about me because of the baby?â
Jesus. There it was.Â
âWeâve gone over this,â he sighed, rubbing circles against his temple. He didnât keep on with the action, instead stuffing his hands in his pockets as he found your eyes with his.Â
âI know, but I just. . . I feel like I donât matter. I mean, I really donât right now do I?" You sarcastically laughed, eyes watering. "All Iâm good for is being the big, fat incubator who hates her body and has ugly fucking stretch marks because my belly wonât slow the fuckâ.â
âItâs good that it wonât slow down,â he reassured, amber-brown irises smiling with his lopsided grin. âIt means the babyâs healthy and growing.â
âBut you do think Iâm an incubator,â you stubbornly persisted. âDidnât say anything to argue that.â Your tone unnecessarily snipped with your next words, âJake, you just want to help the baby. I know this. So just wait until the babyâs here. Donât worry about me or making me feel better if you just want to help theâ.â
âWhere are you getting this from?â
You stared at each other for a few moments. . . . He gave you a look that told you he could see you.
âMy mind is a really twisty place,â you huffed a humorless laugh, rubbing your own temples now. âIt never shuts the fuck up,â you pausedâdidnât want to say anything about the sticky note on the book that had spurred the thoughts. The same thoughts youâd voiced the night youâd told him. âIâm sorry. I know Iâve already been insecure about all of this shit. Itâs justâ.â
âI donât view you as an incubator,â he insisted, crossing his arms, strong fingers wrapping around stronger biceps. âI view you as a brave fucking woman who is being selfless as hell. Youâre growing a fucking human, y/n,â he said, grin widening. You felt your lips lift, too. He continued, âAnd I canât help but be amazed by that alone every. single. day. And while that is beautiful, yes - I wonât say it isnât because it is,â he unwaveringly asserted.Â
âBut. . . itâs more,â he kept on. âYouâve been this woman-the one in front of me - for a long ass timeâbefore I ever knew you. Though, since Iâve known you, Iâve had the privilege of seeing this woman. I knew your heart right off the batâsince the day Josh told me about this girl who was letting a man she didnât know move into her fucking home. Just because she cared about the situation. Didn't even know me," He raised a brow, lips quirking as yours did the same. âYouâre selfless andâ,â he paused.Â
His eyes shut briefly before opening to yours. Except this time. . . they were wet with emotion. Yours were, too. Your heart was pounding and you felt warm with a blush, from your chest to your face.
âAnd kind. So thoughtful when you donât need to be. You care a whole fuckinâ lot for others and sometimes it gets you in trouble because you get in your head and it hurts you,â he said, brows dipped with a shake of his head. âBut the fact that your heart is the way it is in spite of everything youâve been throughâI canât even imagine, y/n. All of that and so much fucking more makes you beautiful,â he tucked his hair behind his ears before they went back into his pockets. âSo, no, itâs not just because of the baby. Itâs just one more thing that makes you beautiful.â
You were utterly speechless, and you couldnât stop the wetness in your own eyes, a tear trickling down your own cheek. . . How could he even begin to say all of those things about you when youâd been so terrible to him? Always made assumptions?
You werenât sure how much time passed when you finally swallowed down your own tears and found the most simple words you could mutter. âThanks, Jake,â you whispered.
âDonât thank me,â he winked. It clicked with you that you could faintly hear your heart monitor phone going off in your room. It was alerting you of unusual heart activity. No fucking wonder - with the poetry the man had just spoken. He heard it, too, apparently, brows wrinkling. âWhat is that sound thatâs been going off for the last fewâ?â
âMy heart monitor phone. My heart is beating really fucking hard in my chest right now and the monitor picked up on the palpitations,â you blushed, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear as you finally pulled your shirt down. âIâm not used to hearing people say things like that about me. It just catches me off guard when youâ,â you coughed, blinking as you located some sense. âWhen anyone says sweet things like that to me.â
Then, you were back in time. Yet again. On the living room floor. That day it'd rained. . . a quiet, gray morning. He'd said things so like what he'd said just now. The same day those Aretha Franklin songs had sealed a place in your heart. Wellâ both of your hearts, apparently. . . according to Jake at the bar.
A comfortable silence had crept over the two of you that morning, heâd so obviously been watching youâ admiring youânot to be mistaken for anything else as you'd laid atop him.
His next words confirmed it.Â
âEven in the grayness of this morning, you shine so bright,â he said, almost absentmindedly. âYou fucking glow, y/n. Youâre just brilliant.â
All youâd been able to utter was a measly, âThank you.â The sound of tears in your throat, behind your response, had surprised you.
âHas no one ever told you?â Jake had pondered, his warm chest breathing steadily and comfortably beneath you.
Youâd explained how Josh and Elsie were kind to you, but. . . âhearing you say something like that. . .,â youâd emphasized to him. âThose words. . . It just feels good. I donât know,â youâd shaken your head, a tear falling to meet his tanned chest. âAnd no one has ever said those exact words to me, no.â
âYou are all of that and more, my loâ,â heâd cleared his throat, stopping himself from saying a word your heart was now longing so badly to hear. âYou are so many things wrapped in one, y/n. So many fantastic things.â
âStop,â youâd sniffed, more tears falling onto his chest. âYou donât have to say things like that. I promise Iâll still want to have sex with you if you donât,â youâd laughed, wiping your leftover tears. The words had sounded funny (true, but still funny) as theyâd left your mouth.Â
âI want to tell you those things,â heâd said, firm in his response. âYou deserve to hear those good things. Sex or not.â
And tonight had proven that he truly meant that statement. No sex, and still. . . .
But . . . goddamn. The sex.Â
With that thought in mind, you couldnât help but watch the sway of his ass in his tight black jeans as you followed out of the bathroom behind him. You bit your lip after bidding him goodnightâ only able to think of how fucking badly you missed the sex.Â
âI fucking love you,â he'd once told you - on the very night that had gotten you in this predicament. âAnd god, do I love fucking you. . .â
Not that word. . . Where had it come from just now?!
Love. Love. Love. Love. You hardly ever thought of him saying it to youâtried not to because it hurt and you knew it wasnât true anymore.
But when heâd said those sweet things about you being beautiful just now. . . apparently, your mind couldn't help but chant the word . . .and the sound of him saying it to you. Why?! He was just being kind.
It was so hard wanting him and not being able to have him. . . Not like you ever actually had him - but before you fucked everything up with your stupid, hurtful words.
And, god, did you still want him.Â
You couldnât have him like that â all of the reasons were plain as day. But. . . at least you still had the memories. The wonderful memories. But being pregnant made the memories so much worse. . . because one little thought of how he felt inside of you had you actually throbbing for him.
As soon as you got to your bed, you were reaching into your bedside table for your favorite little vibrating instrument. The thought of that morning. . . the idea of having your breasts pushed against his bare chest again as he told you things just like he did tonight. . . You knew it wouldnât take long for you to be unraveling.Â
Before long, you were feeling all of the tremors you craved from Jakeâs mouth, from the little toy held just right against your quivering bundle of nerves. And in less than five minutes, you were shuddering, body tensing and releasing as you breathily moaned his name into your pillow.
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December 4, 2022
Your week ended with a particularly exhausting day at the Black and Gold.Â
Inventory had come out of nowhere. And, with Josh busy with his new career, it was mostly on you to prepare for it.
The two other girls who worked with you couldnât give two shits and it showed when youâd shown up for a shift after theirs. Nothing was ever prepared in the evenings or the following mornings if they were in chargeâand inventory week was no exception.Â
In fact, it was glaringly more obvious when it was such an important week as inventory week.Â
And having to do all of that after your few solid days of feeling like complete and utter crap and while being pregnant? It had been one of the longest days youâd had in your whole life (dramatic? Maybe. But whatever.).Â
And to top it all off, youâd come home to the apartment being very warm to accommodate the cooler weather outside.Â
For normal people, it probably felt nice to come into the warmth. And, most likely, it wouldâve felt great to you before your pregnancy.
It was just too damn hot in the apartment tonight. Youâd wanted to come home and take a warm shower to wash off the day and relax your sore muscles, but the temperature of the place had you throwing that idea away real quick.
So instead, you hurriedly went about feeding Stevie before rushing to your bedroom to dig out the box fan stuffed at the top of your closet. Youâd bought it the summer the A/C had let out on you and your sister, and had kept it handy ever since for fear of it happening again.Â
And at this exact moment, it felt just as hot to you as it did that summer the A/C quit working.
The fan was plugged in and blowing at full blast, towards the bed, in no time. It was sitting on top of your vanity seat, pointing right at your side of the bed. The speed at which youâd gotten it situated was astounding. And your sheets were cool and crisp and tempting you to climb into them when you pulled your covers down.Â
But you couldnât climb in yet with the way your bladder was squeezing and hurting with how badly you needed to pee. Youâd put it off at the B&G, ready to get home. And then youâd come home to an uncomfortably steamy apartment.
Before heading to the bathroom, you stripped completely of your tight bra (thank you, God), your stuffy sweater and your leggings. Then, changed into a thin pair of pajama shorts and the first camisole you could find in your chest of drawers. And thankfully the thin strapped shirt had no built-in bra to constrict you.Â
Youâd welcomed Stevie into your room, her soft purrs and shaggy fur rubbing against your ankles as you promised her of your soon arrival back.Â
Finally, after peeing and washing your face, you were ready to lay right in front of that fan.Â
You stopped by the kitchen to quickly grab a Stanley from the counterâ to find nothing. No Stanley. Neither of them.
Shit.
Slapping your forehead, you remembered almost instantly where they still sat on the counter at the Black and Gold. Both of them. Your rush to leave and rest from your long day had prompted you to forget a couple of your most prized possessions.Â
Without your go-to water tumbler, you felt naked. And even more thirsty.Â
Your day had been long and hard and now you were paying for it. Ugh.
When you scanned the kitchen for a quick alternative, your eyes immediately landed on the case of waters that Jake had recently bought for rehearsals only. You didnât give two shits. You were bound to steal one to satiate your thirst.Â
The one problem was. . .
It was sitting atop the fridge. Out of your reach. And with the few inches Jake had on you, heâd stacked it up there so it would be out of the way. You remembered him saying those exact words as you eyed the package now. Hated those words.Â
Because not only was it out of the way, it was out of your reach. Out of your reach when you were dying of thirst and needed a drink of water. Stat.
Without thinking of risking anything, you went to grab a table chair quickly and quietly.
You had to be quiet because Jake was home and you did not want to wake him. Not when you were in cavewoman mode. . . and especially not with the way your tits and ass were flashing in your current choice of clothing. Or with the ugly heart monitor that was attached to your chest.
So, as carefully as possible, you sat the chair next to the side of the fridge with the waters and climbed on top of the seat to grab the case of Pure Life. Briefly, you worried about handling a heavy object while pregnant, but put it to the side when you realized pregnant women all over America handled water cases like this. You were fine.Â
In the lapse of time it took you to contemplate holding the waters, and getting it off the counter, you misplaced the package on the counter top. And right as you silently stepped off the chair, the waters came crashing down onto the floor of the kitchen. The harsh sound of plastic smashing against the ground, filled with several heavy bottles of water, seemed to linger in the air around you as you stood there. One foot still on the chair, one off ready to go.Â
Not able to change the fact that it crashed onto the ground, you just stood there and stared at the offensive case of water for a moment and cursed it for its loudness. But before you could silently wish harm for too long, you were bending to pick it up.Â
Once it had been safely placed back on the counter with careful hands, you glanced towards Jakeâs room. No movement or sound from it. He probably hadnât heard â deep in sleep.Â
And then. . . Your pregnant brain was sparking to life.Â
There was a fucking Brita in the fridge. Filled to the brim with ice cold water, versus the room temperature water in the case. Youâd just filled it this morning before class. And ice cold water sounded so much more appealing than lukewarm. . .Â
If only youâd remembered before that you had the filtered water waiting in the pitcher. . . There wouldnât have been a giant crash to possibly wake your roommate.Â
Putting all of the irritation out of your mind, you went to grab a glass quickly from the cabinet, then hastily pried the pitcher from the refrigerator. With nervous hands, you poured until the glass was literally overflowing.Â
âShit!â You whispered at the mess, anxious to be rid of this situation. Tired and thirsty and still feeling warm even in your cami and shorts, your ears rushed with white noise.
This was not ending up like youâd planned.
The pitcher had safely found its spot back in the fridge and you were finally taking a drink from your (overfilled) glass, when you decided to multitask and grab a few paper towels to clean up the counter.
But when they wouldnât rip off the roll, you yanked too hard. And that resulted in the water you were still drinking, to spill. It dripped down your chin, down your top mostly, and into the top of your shorts. Sensory overload was doing what it did best, overwhelming youâmaking you lose grip and had the glass falling from your hand and to the ground.Â
That shatter was much worse than the water case falling, the shards thankfully large, but the few sparkling pieces of glass had you shushing Stevie away when she approached with curiosity.Â
And if Stevie was approaching, then surely someone else had heardâ
âY/n, whatâs going on?â Jake hushed, his voice close behind you, sounding like it was coming from the entryway of the kitchen.Â
You stilled. Of course he'd woken up. Youâd made a fuck ton of noise. Real nice.
You turned on your heel, just the slightest bit, to peek over your shoulder at him. And with the luck youâd already had with the night, the action made you effectively slip from the bit of water that had made its way under your foot.Â
Falling, more likeâand not using the counter to catch yourself like a sane personâtowards the hard ground and glass, bumpâbabyâ firstâfuckfuckfuâ.
Jakeâs arms immediately wrapped around you, effectively stopping your fall. He hugged you tightly to him. One arm wrapped fully around your stomach, hand secured to your side, firmly in place. And the other handâ gripping your breast. . . fully.Â
He had you wrapped up in him, ass pulled into his crotch to keep you steady.
And ho-ly fuck.
Your nipple hardened instantly at the feeling of him holding your chest. Youâd been waiting to feel his hand hold your sore breasts. . . And your assumption had been correct. His touch eased the pain in them, felt deliciously goodâhis touch didnât hurt them like everyone else seemed to do on contact.Â
But then he began moving his hands away.Â
No.
âIâm sorryâ I-I didnât mean toâ.â
âStay.â
The word just slipped out as you grabbed hold of his hand, keeping it secured where heâd initially placed it, carefully situating his fingers over your nipple for the sensation you longed for.Â
And when you did, he squeezed the flesh through your thin shirt. His other hand gripped your hip, exposed just a bit by your shirt â the way his fingers held you there made you fearful that heâd leave marks.
You fucking hoped so.Â
And fuck, if he didnât like it, too. You could feel it against your ass.
The way he continued to massage his other hand on your chest, wrapping his fingers securely around your breast, feeling it, told you so, too. The impulsive urge to pull down the top of your shirt and give him full access was becoming more and more appealing by the second.Â
But you didnât do it. Didnât want to do too much and scare him away.Â
You just let his arm come to rest where he apparently wanted it to, fully over the other breast. He comfortably situated his arm, rubbed a purposeful thumb over your sensitive nipple.Â
âJake,â you whispered. Couldnât help it. He elicited this feeling. âPlease.â
With your words, he pressed his front harder against your ass. God, you could feel the shape of him.
Letting the moment take over, you decided to let your body lean into his, rested against him and pushed your ass purposefully into his hardening dick. The breath he sucked in was not lost on you, and you craved hearing it again, so you repeated the action against him.Â
His hand tightened around your breast, and he began massaging it as he used his grip to pull you even closer to him. His thumb moved to rub tight circles around your taut nipple. It felt so good. . . your head fell back against his shoulder, sucking in your own breath between your teeth. The way he gently kneaded the flesh in his strong grip had electricity shooting through your chest, all the way down to your toes.Â
Your heart was going crazy, beating frantically, barely letting up with its assault against your chest. The feeling of him against you was enough to make you lose your breath with the way your heart was clenching in your chest, all the way up to your throat.
And then you heard a familiar, faint beeping from your bedroom.
The blessed heart monitor phone. Tracking when your heart rate would increase. The stupid phone didnât need to tell you that it was beating hard right now. And so what if you fainted? You would do it in Jakeâs arms. No better place to be.Â
All you knew was that you were elated that it was still in your room â and quiet enough to the average ear that it hopefully didnât break the air of want between you and this man you wanted so. badly.Â
Jake hadnât heard it - or didn't care to stop if he had, that much seemed to be clear.
He angled his hips, pressing so cozily into your backside. You could feel all of him â moving in slow circles, while still pressed tightly to your ass. That continued on for a while until he nudged himself, right in the middle of your ass. You felt him pulsing. Tucked into you, making your core throb even more for him.
Your nerves were on fire, and when he began rolling his hips, thrusting into your ass. . . you released the tiniest moan. It was such a small sound that you briefly thought youâd imagined it. But then the hand that had been holding your hip came to wrap around your throat briefly, and then up to your mouth.Â
His breath came in hot waves against your ear, his voice gravelly with need. âItâs late. We shouldnât make noise like that. Itâs too late.â
After making his point known, his hand moved to sweep some hair over one shoulder, leaving your neck exposed for him to breathe hotly against. . . and then lick. Your breath hitched at the sensation of his wet tongue, making loose circles against your hot, sweating flesh.
âYou still taste so good,â he moaned with the words, ever so quietly. âYou always willâbut itâs like you taste sweeter than before. I canât evenâ.
But he never finished what he was saying, choosing instead to press sloppy kisses against your skin. His lips and his tongue, moving together to suck gently.Â
Fuck! What had gotten intoâ?
Your body relaxed into him all on its own, moving near enough to him that you felt like one.Â
Your ass ground against him, pressing so close. He kept with his motions as he angled his lips to hover above your bare shoulder, breath hot on your skin.
Though, his kisses stopped. But, he still released puffs of overexerted breaths, over your skin, wet from his mouth. It made your toes curl and your eyes fall closed. He didnât give your neck any more attention as he used his position to lean up and look over the front of your body, effectively pulling you even closer to him.Â
âGod,â he breathed, his breath hitting from exposed shoulder, onto your collar bones. Your motions continued, but just a little slower to keep him where he was, not wanting to somehow push him away. You felt him, throbbing steadily against your ass. âYouâre soaked.â
You have no idea, you silently, hotly responded, moving to rub your thighs together.
But you remembered your predicament. What he was talking about. Your clothes were completely soaked through. There had been so much water. He was talking about your clothes.
âI spilled my water,â you breathed back, so quiet.Â
âI can see that. Y/nâ fuck,â he rutted against your ass, his hand moving to the bottom of your full breast to hold it in a steady grip. You realized he was moving his hand to see the entire breast, your straining nipples through the soaked white fabric. âYour tits. . . theyâre so fuckingâ Goddammit.â
âSore,â you moaned back, your body arching in need against the hardness in his loose pajama pants. âHeavy.â
âGod, Iâm sorâ,â he went to move his hand again. And you once again brought your hand up to stop him.Â
âNo, Jake,â you held his hand in a tight grip, rubbing your thumb over the back of it. âFeels good.â
âYeah?â He questioned, raspy and needy.Â
Then, he was suddenly letting go of your chest to move your strap to do what you so desperately wanted.
Once it was draped over your shoulder, he moved a hand slowly over your sternum, into the front of your shirt. When he grazed his fingers over your oversensitive nipple, you whined, knees buckling. And, finally, he pulled your breast out to touch the air.Â
And just before he could hold it with the hand that was readily going to grasp it. . . his bedroom door was creaking open.Â
âJakey?â Mayaâs voice rang through the apartment. âYou okay?â
Of course she was here. Why wouldnât she be?Â
You hadnât heard the tell-tale sign of anyone taking steps towards the kitchen from the slightly creaky hallway, but you still decided you needed to get the fuck away from Jake. He was not yours.
You pulled away harshly and quickly, turning around all as you went to pull up your tank.
When you fully turned around, he was standing stock-still, watching your every move with your top, not letting his eyes fall away from your breasts. Your hard nipples. You felt the blush spread across your entire chest.
Then he bit his lip, your entire body heating at the motion, before he was responding.
You moved forward to hold his cheek, trying to wake him from the daze he was in. Your words barely hit the air, you were so quiet. âJake, go back to your room. Iâll clean this up so she doesnâtâ.â
âIâm good, babe,â he called back to her in a low tone, still honing in on your eyes. Your brows dipped, confused. He looked to the fridge, his hand coming to hold your bicep, keeping you there. Why was he not getting his ass back to his room? âY/nâs asleep and I really donât want to wake her,â he lied, eyes still glued to something to your left.
She could walk in and see he was lying! Why was he being so fucking careless?Â
âJust go back to bed,â he continued, leaving no room for argument or worry. âI dropped something when I was getting up to get some water.â
âOkay,â she responded, not using the same near-whispering tone as him. âJust donât be long, baby.â
âI wonât,â he simply said, amber-brown irises, tracing back to yours in the dim lighting of the kitchen, highlighted by the moon, shining in through the kitchen window. Full moon. Anything can happen.Â
And what was happening was wrong.Â
When you heard his bedroom door click closed and a little squeak from the bed to indicate someone had placed weight on it, you pulled away from him, his arm slowly dropping back to his side. The eyes that stared back at yours had a question behind them, but you didnât give him time to ask it.
âJake,â your tone clipped and quiet. You didnât want to break the ridiculous cover heâd mindlessly created. âWhy the fuck did you lie like that?â
âI didnât want her to come in here,â he cut back, his inflection reflecting the same hot energy as yours. âIf she wouldâve known we were both in here, she would have come looking. I donât need that,â he insisted. âAnd neither do you. Especially with your tits on full fucking display like that.â
You glanced down, after heâd motioned momentarily at your chest. And, his words rang true when you realized your entire fucking nipple and areola was visible through the material. Even in the darkness of night, you could tell as much. Your arms flew up to snugly cover them, flinching at the way it felt like sharp needles were pressing into your chest momentarily. Â
When you peered down to where you saw his hand moving, you realized he was palming himself through his pants. You felt yourself release, the slightest bit in your panties.
Your hands tightened closer to your chest, doing the opposite of what you wanted in that momentâyou wanted to bring your shirt down over yourself and let him finish on your waiting chesâ.
Suddenly the pressure against you was too much and your arms were falling from their place across your breasts. Thus, standing there, on full display. Right fucking there for stupid ass Maya to walk in at any moment.Â
Honestly, you were the stupid ass. And it seemed like Jake was, too.Â
Maya was the innocent one in all of this.
âGo wait in your room for me,â he whispered heatedly, his words piercing your heart at the anxious energy floating through your veins. âIâll clean this up. And then Iâll beâ.â
âButâ,â you brought your arms up to your chest again, covering yourself. It was a brainless move to flash your chest like that. You didnât want to tempt him in any way. âThis is my mess justâ.â
âY/n,â he all but spit in your direction with the harshness in his whisper. âI donât want you falling and hurting yourself on the water or glass. Please.â
Good point.Â
So, you decided youâd do as you were told, though not without the last word.
âFine,â you practically growled, stepping over water, his hand reaching out to you, trying to balance over a puddle pooled at your feet. You grabbed his hand, one arm covered your heaving chest, as you made your way over the mess, and finished your thought. âBut donât come to my room. Go back to bed. I donât want Maya toâ.â
âI donât care right nowâ,â he cut you off, but you didnât let him continue before interjecting.Â
âYou will in the morning, Jacob,â you bit back, making fiery eye contact, crossing your arms. The hiss you released at the feeling of both arms covering yourself again was embarrassing. So, you tried to play it off. âYou will. Just donât make the mistake of coming to see me tonâ.â
âIt wouldnât be a mistâ.â
âJake. Yes it would,â you insisted with a tense whisper, taking one step towards him, not taking your eyes from his once. âIâm not going to have you ruin what you have with her just to make a fucking mistake with me.â
Throughout the span of that small conversation, you saw his eyes go through every possible wave of emotion. His beautiful, deep set eyes had started wide with excitement, to now being filled with white hot frustration. He was mad.Â
The last emotion made its way straight to the pit of your tummy and to your panties as you felt them draw even wetter. Damn. Youâd take any sex with Jake right now, but angry sex? Dammit if that didnât get youâ.Â
No, y/n. Stop it.
âDo you not want this? Why were youâjust minutes ago if you donâtâ?â
âI never said I didnât want it.â You flat-out said, without a second thought. Why even lie when youâd just exposed yourself with whatever youâd just done with him? To him?
The two of you stood there, watching each other with flushed cheeks, hot breaths, and equally heaving chests.Â
God, you would not be able to hold onto your momentary flash of integrity if you didnât finish your thought and leave him.Â
âWe just canât do it. It wouldnât be right,â you sniffed. Shit. Your throat was tightening, eyes collecting tears. âI donât want to be the reason you leave a womanâthe woman you love,â you choked, foolishly, on the emotion that quickly made its way from your throat to your eyes. âI just want you to be happy.â
His own expression matched yours, his eyes pooled with tears of dejection. There were once more a couple moments, filled with silence.
Silence, aside from your deep breathing, and wrought with an energy you couldnât place. You had to get away from him.
âJust go to bed. I wonât fucking bother you,â he said, swallowing thickly. He then spoke your words from earlier. âAnd let me clean this up.â
Again, you sniffled, but nodded, looking down, to cover it with a barely there 'goodnight'.
He didnât say anything else, just went about his business in the kitchen to put things back together, turning his back on you altogether.
Suffice to say, you cried for a good chunk of time as you laid in bed, after changing into a big t-shirt.
Cried big, fat, somber tears.
The crying had even lasted long enough, keeping you up to hear the bed creak much more than necessary when Jake got back to his bedroom. . . The sound of soft, pleasured moans from both of them, accompanying the groans of the bed as they moved on top of it.
Lucky fucking you.Â
The bed that used to be yours when that room was yours. . . The acts being made against it that made you want to punch something - someone. Someone with long, black hair and a too-sweet expression.
Like a child, you growled and used a spare pillow to cover your ears until you couldnât hear anything through the plush filling of the pillow.
You also tried to distract yourself with TikToks, but you couldnât focus on your feed filled with BabyTok. It just made you sad and wistful as you thought of your day of book shopping with Jake. . .
About 30 minutes later, you figured the coast was clear. It had occurred to you after lying there, doing aimless shit, that you were still very thirsty. . . your tongue felt like cardboard in your mouth.Â
When you opened the door to go to the kitchen, though, you found a tumbler that didnât belong to you, waiting for you. And when you picked it up, you realized exactly who it belonged to. . . the words told you as much.Â
Merry Christmas, Jacob Thomas!Â
Love you,Â
MomÂ
The Cricut-vinyl lettering was placed carefully across the front of the black off-brand Yeti. What you found when you looked through the clear lid was a cup full of water. Iced water.
The crying that ensued as you closed the door and placed the cup on your nightstand was no surprise to you. The sweet action made your heart thrum with unbridled admiration for him.Â
You hated how things were now. . . how simply interacting with him the way you had was a mistake. When you compared it to the way things had been before the fateful day in the kitchen, it made your stomach sink and your eyes well with more tears.Â
Then there had been what youâd heard through the walls. . . it made you want to fucking vomit. But. . .youâd brought it on yourself. No question about it.Â
Aaand, more of the damn tears. . .
After taking a few healthy swigs from the cup, you felt sleep find you without warning. Your eyes were beginning to close on their own.
And, as you faded into a well-earned sleep, the only solace you found that night was the smooth bump of your tummy, which your hands held protectivelyâlonginglyâas you wandered to sleep.
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a/n: hmmmmm what do you think will follow that night in the kitchen?????
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Ok. Hear me out on this one. How about a Sebastian stan fic where he is on set [Pam and Tommy] and reader comes in to pick him up after filming but they end up have car sex. Say they've been dating or engaged for a while?? Idk this idea just popped into my head last night đ lol.
Inked with desire
Pairing | Fiancé!Sebastian Stan x Fiancée!Female!Reader
Word count | ~ 800 words
Summary | You're picking up Sebastian from the set of Pam and Tommy to go to a dinner reservation, ready to celebrate your 7th anniversary together. Plans change, however, when he sees you, and he needs you right then and there.
Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. RPF, use of pet names (Babe, Daddy), age gap (Sebastian is in his early 40s, Reader is in her early 30s), smut (unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), Daddy kink, light dirty talk).
A/N | Thank you for this request; it has actually left me speechless. This is honestly one of my favorite roles he's played, and I can never get enough of looking at him like this! I hope you enjoy the route I took with this đ€
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Sebastian recently started filming for the series 'Pam and Tommy,' even though you've seen photos of him in tattoos, you're about to see him entirely in character for the first time today.
You're getting yourself ready for dinner with him since it's your 7th anniversary today, and you've bought a red velvet dress just for this occasion and to make him go a little crazy, too. He loves seeing you in red, so you're playing into that perfectly with this risky number.
The dress is paired with black heels, subtle make-up, hair in loose curls around your shoulders, and the handbag Sebastian gifted you for your anniversary to finish the look.
When Sebastian texts you that filming is done, you're driving over to the film set, though you won't get far after he's spotted you because you're both lusting after one another when you arrive on the set.
''E-Excuse me, do you happen to know where Sebastian is?'' you ask a woman walking from the set, and she happily points you toward his trailer, where he's getting ready for dinner.
You knock a few times, and Sebastian tells you to come in, so you open the door and walk up the few steps, careful not to fall in your heels.
''Is this a good time? I can wait outside-'' you say, but you don't finish the sentence when you see Sebastian looking at you, his jaw slack as he takes in your outfit.
He shakes his head as he snaps out of it and almost forgets to introduce you to his co-star, Lily.
''I'm sorry, Y/N, this is Lily. Lily, this is my amazing fiancée Y/N,'' he says as you stretch out a hand and happily shake her hand, saying how nice it is to meet her finally.
''You look amazing as Pam, and I can't wait to see the result once it finally comes out,'' you tell her, and Sebastian not so discreetly pulls you into his side, his hand laying on your ass, barely covered by your dress.
''I should go. It was lovely to meet you, and I can't wait to see you around again,'' Lily says before saying goodbye to Sebastian. As soon as the door shuts behind her, he's all over you. His hands touch you everywhere, pawing at every inch of your body, his lips taste your skin as if it's the first time he's ever tasted you.
''S-Seb, we have to go to dinner,'' you say, and he knows you're right, but it's so damn hard to behave himself when you look like this.
He changes into his dinner outfit, and the two of you head out to your car, conveniently placed in a darker bit of the parking lot, though that wasn't planned when you arrived. Now, however, you'll be thrilled that you did.
''Can't wait to fuck you, Babe, need you right fucking now,'' Sebastian growls before pushing you against the door of your car, his lips crashing onto yours and his hands wandering to open the door.
Once he found the handle, he let you go and turned you around so he could climb into the backseat, letting you crawl on top of him just the way he liked. You pull the door shut behind you, and Sebastian has already made quick work of his pants.
''Need you so bad, Daddy, need you to fuck my brains out,'' you say with a whining voice, and Sebastian pulls up your dress, revealing the fact that you went, in fact, without panties this evening, and he only gets more turned on by it.
''I'm ready for you, Daddy, please,'' you beg softly, and Sebastian is so hard it hurts, so he quickly lines up with your entrance, a deep groan leaving his chest when you sink in a smooth motion, desperate to be filled by him.
A broken moan leaves your body as you adjust to his size, and he pulls you forward to kiss you deeply, his tongue finding its way into your mouth instantly.
When you start rolling your hips, he grabs hold of your ass and starts thrusting up into you rapidly, broken moans and groans leaving your bodies as you chase both your highs simultaneously.
''D-Daddy! 'm cumming!'' you say as he hits your sweet spot just right, and you're falling apart around him, squeezing the life out of him as you cum, followed by him soon after.
You collapse on top of him as you're both regaining your strength.
''How about we skip dinner and go straight home? I want to make you fall apart on my fingers, tongue, and cock for the rest of the night, and I can't wait any longer than I have to,'' Sebastian whispers in your ear, and you nod, wanting precisely that.
''Yes, Daddy. Please.''
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Hey it's me again. I was wondering if you could do a billy hargrove imagin. The reader and Billy "hate" each other and end up having to share a bed. The rest is up to you.
Thank youuuu đ€
HIII!!! your request is very interesting!! And I will put the song 'Shameless' as the vibe of this fanfic, thank you for requesting it and I hope this meets your expectations and you like it! And I apologize for the delay. đđ
Billy Hargrove x Reader
MASTERLIST
SPARK OF HATE
Warning : Just a few harsh words maybe? fluffy, and there's some making out session... BUT NOT TOOO MUCH ;D
WC; 3,4k
#TALKISSA; As in the request above! :d and relatedly, since I'm a perfectionist and detailed writer (which kinda sad) so the story is too long, sorry if it's boring :(, I really hope it's not. Thank you for requesting!
Such a relationship is very complicated to explain. He hates you, you hate him more. Well, he hates you for no apparent reason, but the reason you hate him? Just look at that sly, arrogant, disgusting smile every day in the school hallway, it makes you want to vomit every time.
Jessica, your friend always assures you that the spark of hatred is just wishful thinking to hide your feelings of mutual liking. You couldn't hold back your laughter when you heard that, you, like Billy? Pft, you'd rather die.
"Oh, come on, Y/N! You think we didn't see the tension that was there when you look at each other?" Jess complained while you were putting your textbook into your bag.
You ignored her, "Someone should give him some advice."
Jess chuckled, "You think he'll care about that little advice of yours?"
You slammed your locker, and turned your position 90 degrees towards Jess, "Are you on his side or me?"
Jess groaned, "God, not this again. Every time I hear this it's like choosing a side in war you know?"
You grinned and brought your face closer to Jess', "This is war, Jess. Get used to it."
"You're just annoyed because he took your Physics Queen's throne, right?"
You started walking down the hall followed by Jess, "That's the most important thing. He can't just come in and take my throne!"
"Oh, please, you're not the only one who is good at Physics." Jess' cigar, you look at her, she immediately closes her mouth tightly, afraid you will scold her, but no, you nod in agreement.
"Yeah. You're right, but that doesn't mean I can let a Billy fucking Hargrove take my title!" You whined as you tied your hair in a ponytail.
"I heard you mentioning my name, Princess."
You groaned, knowing who the voice was, when you wanted to turn around you felt your scrunchie slipping from your hair, making your hair flow freely and fly in the wind. Billy Hargrove took it,
"Give it back." You warn.
"Or what?" He replied with a grin.
Oh, this is what was meant when Jess said there was 'tension' between you two.
You still stared at him intently, he chuckled, "God, just admit you're attracted to me, Y/L/N, there's nothing to be ashamed about."
You took your scrunchie and started to put your hair back in a ponytail, âGo back to sleep and you'll see it happen, Hargrove.â
When you turned around, Jess was gone, sneaky girl, she left you because you saw her following Trevor, her crush from middle school. You laugh in disbelief,
"That girl," you whispered, annoyed.
For the past few days, your car has been confiscated by your parents. You caused trouble in Hawkins by accidentally crashing your car into one of the trees that was being felled. It costs a lot of money and you are not left to drive.
"Lost your ride?" Teasing Billy from behind,
You gave him your middle finger without looking at him and walked away. Today you had to walk a few more deserted blocks because you lost your ride.
It was sad how your relationship with Billy ended like that, because you had to see him every week because Maxâhis little sister hired you as her Physics tutor. It makes you happy to be able to show off your abilities in that subject when teaching Max at her house, which means Billy can clearly see this, even though he himself is very good at Physics, but Max doesn't believe him? What else could upset him?
The day you are going to tutor Max arrives, you immediately leave, 'walking' to get to her house, you knock on the door, expecting Max to immediately open the door but she doesn't. That's her shitty brother.
He flashed his usual grin, making you wrinkle your nose and groan, "Max's here?"
"Why are you looking after her anyway?"
"I'm her tutor, remember?" You flip your hair, "Since I'm the smartest in Physics. She trusts me enough for that."
Sometimes Billy feels that Max only hired you as her fake tutor to make him feel useless as a brother, but he doesn't care, she's quite a bother for Billy, and he's a little grateful that Max hired you as her tutor, apart from being able to see you often but Billy calmed down because that little piece of shit wouldn't bother him.
Billy chuckled at your words, he turned his head back a little but still locked his gaze on you, looking at you from top to bottom who was wearing a small skirt that reached your thighs and the rest was covered by knee length socks.
"Max, your little friend is here!" he shouted.
Hearing no answer made Billy look back completely, annoyed that he had to take his eyes off you, he left you to check on Max.
Soon after that the door opened completely, "Max isn't here." He said, he sounded panicked but tried not to show it to you.
You frowned, "What?" Max never goes to the Arcade without taking you, she usually takes you if she wanted you to show her around Hawkins, but not this time.
"You can go." Billy said as if he was being pushed by something.
You sighed, you knew Max wasn't your little sister and just your friend, but at least you showed concern, right? Nah, you are really worried. In addition, Billy's expression was frowning all the way down, unlike usual when he showed all his firm facial muscles.
"Do you want me... To, umâ To help you look after her?" Your words are stuttering.
"That little shit is probably in the Arcade, I don't care."
Billy was about to close the door but you held him back and shook your head, âshe's not, you know that, Billy. Don't hide your fears, I insist, I know where we'll go to find her.â
Billy had time to think about it.
You raised your eyebrows to reassure him, he rolled his eyes and opened the door wide, "Okay."
You guys use his blue Camaro car, you roll into the Arcade first, then drive to Lucas' house, one of the kids Max's age who has been friends with her recently, Max talks about him a lot, so you think maybe she's at Sinclair's house. But the results were nil.
The longer you look, the air gets colder in Hawkins. Billy gives you his jacket, even though you were already wearing a furry sweater with colorful patterns, but he still forces you to wear his jacket, you don't have a problem with that. It's just... Why suddenly?
"Fuck that bitch, I have a date, dammit." Billy said cursing Max but in a voice that was barely above a whisper.
Date? For some reason your ears heat up and your whole face heats up.
You cleared your throat and adjusted your sitting position to be comfortable, "Date?" You asked in a small voice.
"Yeah, with Penny, that girl has a nice ass. I could take her virginity right now if I didn't have to look for that load." Billy explain in the midst of his laughter.
You looked up at him and wrinkled your nose in an ugly way, âGross, Hargrove.â
Billy chuckled and glanced at you briefly, "What? Wish that was you?"
You looked at him, your mouth wanted to say yes, yes to asking you out, but if you say that, you would be a cheap girl like the girl Billy had slept with several times in Hawkins. You don't want to be one of them.
"I'd rather eat Mrs. Hills' dessert." You said which made Billy chuckle, "That's the worst."
You smiled, "I know right? Jess once told me, she accidentally filled Mrs. Hills' dessert, she almost threw it up right then and there if Mrs. Hills didn't look at her. AH! And have you ever seen Mr. Pill who wears pants incorrectly? His panties keep showing when he walks down the hall!"
Girl, you talk a lot.
"And are youâ"
Then you realize you are like a talking machine that can never stop talking. What's more, you talk a lot in front of people you should ignore because they are your enemies.
"-Sorry." You said looking back towards the street,
Billy smiled, you could even feel it without looking at him, there was no answer from him but you felt a hand land on your thigh, giving you goosebumps all over your body, he stroked it slowly,
"It's okay, go on. I love hearing your voice, Princess." His words made you look at him again, he locked them, looking alternately at you and the road, "If I'm being honest, it calmed me, even if it was a little loud to the ears."
You chuckled, âNow, keep your eyes on the road.â
"Yes ma'am."
Long story short, you go to the Wheeler house, Billy uses his charm to seduce the housewife, and he doesn't let you get out of the car to see the action. It irritates you, he thinks you're jealous, but you try to argued it, and it only ends up being him who keeps teasing you, making you just stay silent on the way to the Byers house. He continues to stroke your thigh, if your voice makes him calm, then his caressing your thigh makes you calm.
Oh, what is this? What is this feeling? You will continue to avoid it even though your heart cannot lie. Jess seemed right, the feeling was starting to rise in you. But it's just nonsense if it's only felt by you.
As soon as you arrived at the Byers house you watched a small fight between Steve Harrington and Billy, in between their fight you noticed Max peeking out of the window, she gave a signal for you to close your mouth. But it was too late, you already saw Steve lying there on the ground, and Billy have gone to the front door, you help Steve to stand up,
"You're Y/N, right? Why are you with that jerk?" Steve asked as he stood up, helped by you.
You shrugged your shoulders, "I don't know."
You heard a loud stomping from inside, making you run to the source of the sound leaving Steve there, you heard lots of screams from the kids there, including Max.
You walked over to Max, "Are you okay?"
Max nodded quickly, "Lucas, Y/N!"
You saw Billy grabbing Lucas roughly by the collar and cornering him into the kitchen cupboard, Steve was about to step forward but you held him back, "No harm."
Steve chuckled, "Yeah, but did you see he hurt the kid?"
Steve was about to pick up his pace again but you got ahead of him, grabbing Billy's shoulder, "Max's here, let's go."
"Let him go." You said, moving forward to stand next to Lucas,
Billy glanced at you briefly before looking at Lucas again, "This is the last time I see you with her, Sinclair."
Billy let go of Lucas roughly, you made sure Lucas was okay, "Are you okay?"
Lucas nodded.
You thought it was over, no more violence, but it wasn't, it was over quickly, Billy beating Steve mercilessly, Max screaming his name over and over, as did you too, "Hargrove!"
He didn't stop hitting Steve, making the jolt of his hand push you back and make your forehead scrape against the edge of the cupboard.
Max tackled his brother and inserted a syringe which made Billy fall on the floor.
You held your forehead and groaned, then saw Billy who didn't have enough strength or energy to stand up.
Max walked over to you, "I can't explain in more detail, but I have to go with them. In Billy's car. Mind if you look after him, Y/N?"
You looked at Billy then looked at Max again, you shook your head, "Not at all."
"Thank you."
With that, Max and his friends went to who knows where they were going, you helped them carry the battered Steve to the car, you felt guilty for the guy.
You went back inside and brought Billy's heavy body to rest on the edge of the couch, you used Byers' house phone to call Jess. Tell her to pick you up at the Byers residence.
You landed yourself next to Billy, saw that his head was still swinging, you saw that his shirt was still half-buttoned, you decided to button the shirt all the way, and put his jacket back on him. You took a clean towel from the one you took to clean the blood from his nose.
You felt a hand holding your hand, making you stop what you were doing before, with dim eyes, Billy opened his eyes.
Feeling the awkwardness of the eye contact you smiled slightly, "Um, hi?"
You didn't imagine his next move would be him leaning forward to kiss you, right on the lips. Oh, how you hated him, you should have pushed him away and slapped him for harassing you, but no, you kissed him back.
'The Kiss' started to heat up when Billy started to pull you to sit on his lap, but you didn't want this, you didn't want to. You just... Don't want to. You pulled back your face, while he seemed to feel unsatisfied,
"Whatâ"
Billy stopped you by moving to your jawline, tracing it, âDon't talk. Hell, don't even try.â
He started tracing your neck, oh, this time your whole body was really hot, "It's been a secret for a long time that I really want you."
"Need you more than I want to." It's almost like a whisper in your ear.
The door opened with a bang, making you change your position to sit back on the floor, Billy chuckled,
âShut up,â you told him.
Jess stood silently in front of the door, you really hoped she didn't see it.
"Hi." You said.
Jess immediately rushed over to you, "What the hell?! I thought you were in danger!" Seeing her reaction it seemed like you were quick enough to get away from Billy's lap.
You smiled and stood up, "Who said that? I told you I just needed to be picked up, and thank you for coming. I love you."
Jess rolled her eyes and looked down, seeing Billy who was still half conscious, "and what did you do with him?"
You widened your eyes, "It's a long story. Just take us back, please?"
Jess looked at you again, repeating it not at your face but your forehead, she grabbed your wound making you groan, "Did you do this, asshole?!" Jess asked Billy.
Billy blurted out, "Huh?"
You put a hand on Jess's shoulder, "No, I'm fine, just a little scratched."
You showed your sparkling sparkling eyes, "Can we just go?"
Jess narrowed her eyes, "Yeah, yeah, but Trevor is in the car, problem with that?"
"No! Absolutely not."
You grabbed Billy's hand to put around your neck, he was so heavy you couldn't lie, making Jess stand beside him to help you support him.
"I love it, like a double date, right?" Billy asked you, still rambling.
"Shut up."
"What did he say?" Jess asked, you kept your head steady, "Nothing! You heard wrong, Jess."
Jess kept looking at you, suspicious of you, but she felt like you would never be able to hide anything from her, so she looked away again.
Trevor and Jess were in the front seat, you felt bad for ruining their date, meanwhile Billy continued to cling onto you, not wanting to pull his head from your shoulder.
"I don't want to go home." He whispered which only you could hear since the music was playing in Jess's car.
"I'll be completely beaten by him if I come home without Maxine."
You know this. Max once told you that her stepfather was abusive to Billy, and Billy took it out on Max when he was in a bad mood, either scolding her loudly, or holding her hand tightly.
"We can sleep over at Jess' house if you want." You said.
Billy started to pull his head from your shoulder and looked at you, âCan we?â
You grinned, "Jess, can we stay at your house?"
Jess looked at you, "What is this? An impromptu sleepover?" Jess smiled, "YES, yes. You up, Hargrove?"
Billy just smiled fakely at Jess, Jess chuckled, "I told you there was some tension betweenâ"
You glared at Jess, âZip it.â
Not long after that, when you arrived at Jess' house, she and Trevor went on their next dating session. What kind of 'sleepover' would it be if she just left you like that?
You were wearing Jess' pajamas, looking at Billy who was asleep on Mr. Dunphy a.k.a Jess' beloved father, you decided to sleep in your best friend's room. That's a shame, because you'd love to talk about something unexpected at the Byers house.
If he could tell the truth, it was the most restful sleep Billy had ever experienced without the sound of his father cursing, without the repeated incidents of his father beating him, just the peace he had been longing for. But it didn't last long when he heard a loud bang on the wall from the direction of the room.
He woke up and groaned, took the golf club that was at the end of the wall in Jess' house and walked towards the room that had the source of the sound, not an animal, not the wind, and of surely not a ghost, but you.
You continued to bang your head gently against the wall, trying to walk, while rambling, "...I told you, there's no tension or whatever you said."
It looks like you are trying to talk to someone through your unconscious.
Billy put his golf club down and blocked the contact of your forehead with the wall, âYou okay?â he asked. But he noticed your eyes were closed tightly, he had heard of this, sleepwalking or whatever the term was.
"Let's get you back to sleep, yeah?" Billy said then grabbed your hand to lead you back to the bed.
You were still rambling, "...I don't like him! What?" You whined, making Billy really confused, was this normal?
"I like him... A little. I hate to admit it."
Your words began to attract his attention, he landed you very carefully on the mattress and the blanket you used before to lock you inside again,
When Billy wanted to leave you, you woke up and pulled his hand so he fell beside you, you comforted your position on his chest, "I can't sleep without you,"
Billy didn't say anything, or precisely can't say anything.
"Jess." You continued, Billy thought you must still be half conscious because you thought he was your best friend.
It wasn't the way Billy expected to share a bed with you, but when you started wrapping your arms around his body he felt a feeling he had never felt. Comfort, and someone to say that everything will be okay. His mother had done that, but her words did not reflect what she did to Billy because she left him and did not try to take him back from his psychopath father. And in your arms? Different.
Billy was lost in his thoughts for a moment, but he started to close his eyes again and again and went back to sleep with you, holding you in his arms so that you also felt safe and definitely not sleepwalking again so as not to hurt yourself. He noticed the small wound on your forehead due to his carelessness, and he would make sure his emotions wouldn't hurt you again.
"I'll get my title back from him." You rambled again, Billy, who hadn't completely closed his eyes, just chuckled, knowing that you were talking about him.
Jess and Trevor have just returned from their long 'trip' which apparently took the whole day, Jess comes back and called your name, but there is no answer, making her walk towards your room and getâ
"WHAT THE FUCK!" She shouted hysterically, Trevor, who heard his new girlfriend's screams, immediately ran into the room, "What's wrong?!"
It turns out that what Jess saw was you sleeping comfy in the crook of Billy's neck and Billy pressing his chin into your hair.
Billy groaned at Jess' loud scream, but you didn't move an inch, still lost in your beautiful dream. Billy noticed Jess and Trevor were both slamming their jaw together, he squeaked, "We didn't do anything, now shut it, she's still asleep."
Jess leaned closer to the bed, "Why not?! I noticed something sparking between you and definitely more than 'hating' each other." Jess shouted but in a whisper.
You snored, making Jess hide under the bed and pulling Trevor to hide with her, but you didn't wake up, just adjusted your position so you were comfortable.
Billy tap down on the side of the bed and slowly signaled to Jess and Trevor that it was safe, Jess and Trevor started to come back out and stand up as before.
"What did you mean by what you said earlier?" Billy asked Jess.
"Ask her out, dumbass. Don't argue, you like her, she likes you. Now go on a date so we can actually double-date." Jess said.
Trevor tossed the blanket that hiding Billy and yourself inside, âGood luck, man.â
As soon as Jess and Trevor were out, Billy smiled to himself like an idiot, you like him? Something he really couldn't have expected.
Not to mention that you are still clinging to him and don't want to let him go in your sleep, making him feel like he is your safest place, and he will continue to make sure that you are safe in his watch. Mark my words, he will definitely take you on a date. But what will your reaction be when you find out that you cling into him all the time? And share a bed with him? He couldn't wait to see and witness it.
Author Note : I'm sorry if there are some typos because I didn't have time to check it a few times since I was already feeling bad about being behind on this story for a week. I'm sorry, hope you like it! @patrickbatemanswife1987 (ÂŽâȘÏâȘ`)âĄ
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âTake my mind and take my painâŠâ
âLike an empty bottle takes the rain. And heal, heal, healâŠ.â (âHealâ by Tom Odell)
Nighttime is my favourite time of the day. Being surrounded by this natural darkness and silence (not in the way, in which I have to âmuteâ the world all day long by shutting the blinds and wearing noise cancelling headphones to avoid being overstimulated) makes me feelâŠsafe. Almost content.
In some nights, Iâm even strong enough to leave my room, so I can sit outside on my balcony, enjoying a fresh breeze on my face. The world is silent, thereâs no car on the streets and all I see, is the Moselle glistening in the moonlight in front of me. Finally feeling human againâŠ
During the phases of my crashes, I canât even step outside to my balcony. Sometimes Iâm desperate enough to crawl outside, when my legs are refusing to do their goddamn job even with the help of my cane! In these moments, Iâm glad to be aloneâŠwithout any witnesses to my humiliation.
Last night was a lost night. I passed outâŠagain. It scares me to hell that these moments are happening more often nowadays. All I know, is that I sat down on my bedâŠcrying from exhaustion and pain. And hours later, when Iâm coming back to consciousness, Iâm still in the same sitting position. There are proofs in my room, that my children must have been hereâŠproofs like a drawing lying next to me on my bedâŠa plushie sitting on my coffee table, watching over me. And I know that my kids will tell me, that I didnât wake upâŠno matter what they tried to do.
Yesterday a friend of mine wanted to visit me in order to enjoy a cup of tea with me in the darkness of my room. I was so excited to see herâŠto have someone here for a little whileâŠto feel less lonely for a moment. My body ached so badly and my exhaustion felt like a truck, who was parking on meâŠso I passed out whilst I was waiting for my friend to come over. When I came back to senses, there were several text messages and several calls from her. She was upset, that I didnât hear the doorbell, both of my phones and her knocking on the door. So, after a while, she leftâŠand all whatâs left for me is a feeling of being a total failureâŠa pathetic shadow of myself.
Thereâs still no cure for ME/CFSâŠand no one knows, if thereâd ever be one. All I can do, is trying different things, and yetâŠnothing helped me. With each new crash Iâm falling deeper into the void of darkness and despair. Each new crash takes its toll on meâŠtakes a piece of me away! Iâm so afraid of losing myself completely!
When I commissioned my friend @sleepybradipo for this meaningful piece of art, I begged him to make the trust between Severus and Julia - but also their despair - palpable. Theyâre searching for a way to heal JulesâŠto cure her body and her soul. Maybe the answer lies in the Dark ArtsâŠwho knows? These lovers will try anything possible in order to save herâŠjust like I wished to be saved.
Ivano, when I got the idea for this project, I just knew, that you would be the best artist to make my dream come true. Your tender style makes my heart swell with so much love and gratitude. I adore your work and the dedication to all these marvellous details in this artworkâŠitâs everything, I hoped to see, when I described my idea to you. Thank you for helping me to soothe my troubled heart and mind with your beautiful art and your kind words. Iâm beyond grateful that I met you here, my friend. Youâre truly a blessing to me. Thank you for everything. đ„č
Oh, and please take my apologies for this chaotically worded post. My disease seems to rob the next piece of me by stealing my ability to create vivid images with my phrases (I already mentioned that in my last post).
Iâm sharing my nocturnal view with you. Feel free to enjoy the Moselle at night.
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It was a only a kiss (how did it end up like this)
Just a silly ficlet based on this anon that @housewifebuck got đ€
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One of the first things that Maddie had ever taught him when she taught him how to drive was the importance of wearing his seatbelt. Buck had been 16 years old and he had been traumatized by his sister showing him pictures of accidents where people werenât wearing their seatbelts. Ever since, Buck would quickly put it on as soon as he was seated in any car.
When he was a probie he would always use the belts in the engine, until he realized that he was the only one doing it, and that it usually made him lag a few seconds behind everyone else, so he quickly stopped doing it. That had been years ago, and he didnât think about it much now, it wasnât that big of a deal, he had told himself then that he was saving lives and that meant he could be a little reckless with his own.
And, except for the bombing incident - that Buck would argue didnât count - none of them had ever gotten hurt because they didnât wear their seatbelts in the engine, so it wasnât something that theyâd ever talk about. It wasnât that important.
Of all the accidents that Maddie had shown Buck all those years ago none of them had come near as bad as this one was.
It was a normal day, they were heading to a call and chatter around the engine was flowing, everyone was teasing Chim since he had been a little bit of a groomzilla with some arrangements for his wedding, Buck was sitting in his usual seat across from Eddie, Buckâs knees fitted in between Eddieâs, everyone was laughing at Chimâs expense when the truck came to a sudden stop.
In an universe where both Buck and Eddie had been wearing their seatbelts, nothing wouldâve happened, Buck mightâve gotten his breath knocked out of him from the force he was pushed forwards, but nothing more than a bruise wouldâve appeared on his skin.Â
Sadly, in this universe, Buck wasnât wearing a seatbelt.
There were groans heard all over the cabin, Hen had fallen into the floor, and next to her Ravi had hit his head on Chimâs knee. Luckily for Buck and Eddie, they were all distracted dealing with their own pain to notice the position in which they had landed.
It was a very compromising position. The impulse had thrown Buck forward, making him slide to his knees right between Eddieâs legs, while the bounce back had made Eddie fall forward just as Buck was looking up to make sure that his friend was okay. If youâd ask him now, he wouldnât be able to tell you how it was exactly that it happened, at least not the initial kiss.Â
Because as soon as Buck looked up, Eddie fell forward and their lips crashed, quite literally, together. The initial kiss was actually a little painful, Buck was sure he tasted a little blood from where his lip was trapped between Eddieâs and his teeth, both him and Eddie were just staring at each other with their eyes wide open in shock, and their lips still pressed together.
Then, Buck saw as Eddieâs eyelids shut close, and then the pressure from his lips was no longer painful, but more of a soft pressure, it took Buck a second to figure out that Eddie was actually kissing him now, his lips had moved to mold into Buckâs perfectly, and now they were begging Buckâs to wake up and kiss him back.Â
Which he did, for a second, before the groaning and complaining of their coworkers was loud enough to break them out of the spell they had fallen to; by the time Hen turned to them to ask them if they were okay, they were avoiding each otherâs eyes, and blushing.
âYeah, yeah weâre goodâ Eddie said quickly.Â
Buck groaned as he got up and sat back in his seat, âYeah, say that to my kneesâ he mumbled, and then looked at the poor state of his uniform, completely covered in dirt, the place where he had landed on was a little scrapped but not enough to be noticeable enough that heâd have to get new slacks, so there was at least that.
âYeah,â Eddie agreed, Buck looked up to him, and found him frowning at Buckâs slacks, âThey look roughâ
âHow come youâre completely clean?â Chim asked Eddie, who shrugged in reply and said:
âWell, I mostly landed on Buck? I didnât really landed on the floor a allâ
âOf course you didâ
âSorry everyone,â Bobby said from the front, âAnyone hurt?â
Everyone replied that they were okay, and soon after they were on their way again, rushing off to save lives.
Buck shouldâve stopped thinking about the kiss, he shouldâve focus on the emergency in front of him and the people needing their help, but all that he could think about was the soft press of Eddieâs lips on his, and how Eddie couldâve pulled away much much sooner than he did, but instead he had decided to kiss Buck, and turned Buckâs world completely upside down.
It wasnât like Buck hadnât thought about it before, heâd had one or two dreams about being with Eddie through the years, but Buck had always thought it was just his brain latching to his very attractive best friend while he was going through a very long dry spell, but he had never actually wanted to do any of those things - Or maybe the thought had crossed his mind a long time ago, but he squashed it right down, telling himself that whatever feelings he might have, werenât worth the risk of losing Eddie.
âHey,â Eddieâs voice broke him out of his thoughts, he nearly jumped when one of his hands landed on Buckâs hip, but he soon relaxed into the touch, the same he always did when Eddie touched him, âAre you okay?â
âYeah,â Buck assured him, taking a deep breath, âJust, oh, a lot in my mindâ
Eddie smiled at him and nodded, âI can imagine what aboutâ Buck considered his blush was answer enough âMaybe, huh, we can talk about it? Over lunch? After work?â
Buck stared at Eddie, he also had a nice blush lighting up his face, his eyes were gleaming, while he was smiling shyly, a smile that wasnât all the way there, like he couldnât fully smile until Buck agreed to go on a date with him.
Eddie had just asked him out on a date.
They had kissed not even two hours ago, and now Eddie was asking him on a date looking adorably nervous and Buck wanted to say yes, to a date, to forever, no anything that Eddie had to offer, and oh. Oh.Oh fuck.
âHow long have I been in love with you?â He blurred out instead of saying yes to Eddieâs question.
Eddie blinked owlishly at him, before tilting his head, and finally letting that beautiful smile of his spread over his face.
âWell, Iâm hoping as long as I have been in love with you, which is to say a few years nowâ
âYeah?â Buck was sure that his heart was going to beat out of his chest.
âYeah, Buckâ
âOkay,â he smiled, âWe should talk about, uh, everything I guess, over lunch, a lunch date, you and meâ
Eddie rolled his eyes and squeezed Buckâs hip before letting go and turning around to put away the equipment they had used during the call.
âItâs a date!â He called over his shoulder, and Buck had to try very very hard to not giggle like a schoolgirl.
The rest of the shift was tortuously slow, not necessarily because there wasnât any calls, overall it was a very normal shift; but every time they sat across each other in the engine and their knees brushed together Buck felt himself blush, and when they had down time at the station, Eddie kept himself close to Buck.Â
The rest of the crew seemed to notice that something had shifted, but no one said anything, at most Hen kept raising her eyebrows at how close Buck and Eddie seemed to be, Buck tried to ignore her knowing looks but the blush in his cheeks mightâve given him away.
By the time the shift ended, Buck couldnât wait to get out of the station and get to his date with Eddie. His first date with Eddie.
âReady to head out?â Eddie asked him.
âYeah, yeah, letâs go, want me to drive?â
âYeah, I was just thinking something low key? Like that sandwich place you really like?â
âOk, yeah, that sounds perfectâ
They stared at each other for a little bit too long, Buck still couldnât believe that he was going on a date with Eddie, and for the look in Eddieâs face, he was also still processing.
âOkay, letâs goâ Eddie said, breaking their trance.
They were halfway through the parking lot when Buck felt Eddieâs hand reach out for his and tangled their fingers together.
They had their second kiss against the jeep, Eddie pushed Buck against it, cradled his head in his hands and then kissed him slowly. This was what their first kiss shouldâve been like, not an accidental bump, but Buck couldnât bring himself to hate it or regret it, since it had led them to finally cross the line and get here.
âMaybe we can skip lunch?â Buck suggested, Eddie chuckled and kissed him again.
âNope, Iâm taking you out on a date, câmon, we can make out afterâ
Buck laughed, but finally got into the truck. Their first date felt like any other outing they had done before, the staff wasnât surprised that they had walked in holding hands or that they couldnât seem to stop making heart eyes at each other, it made Buck wonder if they had all just assumed they had been together the entire time.
By the time they were done with their food, they wordlessly agreed to go back to Eddieâs house to maybe catch a nap before they needed to go pick up Chris from school, Buck noticed just truly how mixed together their lives already were, how Eddieâs house was already filled with Buckâs stuff, he even had two drawers full of his clothes.
âYou okay?â Eddie asked him, when he noticed he had gone quiet while he picked up a t-shirt and some shorts.
âYeah, just, why hadnât we gotten together sooner?â
Eddie laughed, âBuck, you didnât know you were in love with me until we accidentally kissed and I asked you outâ
Buck blushed, âYeah well, you knew, why didnât you do anything?â
Eddie shook his head, âWe werenât ready, I donât think, we got here when he needed to,â he shrugged, âthatâs all that mattersâ
Buck kissed him, and couldnât help but agree with him, he mightâve been a little slow on the update, but at least they had gotten here.
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keeping secrets - chapter six
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pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)
warnings: 18+ only. mention of light injury. angst. smut. if iâm missing something important pls let me know!
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You let the warm water beat down on you as you stood under the steady stream. Vaguely you were aware you were going to take up all the hot water, but if he really wanted a warm shower, Bucky could wait until morning. He wasnât the one whoâd nearly had their nose broken tonight.
When Bucky had pulled up to the safe house, you made your way straight from the car to the bathroom without a word. You made sure you got the dried blood off your skin and then allowed yourself to sulk as the steam of the shower overtook you.
You didnât shut the water off until the air became nearly unbreathable. Wrapping a towel around yourself, you soon realized you had neglected to bring a change of clothes with you into the bathroom. You silently cursed yourself before drying off as much as you could.
Rewrapping the towel around you as securely as you could, you cracked the door open to see if Bucky was anywhere around. The door to the bedroom was closed, so you counted yourself lucky as you walked out to the living room without feeling so cautious.
You were leaving water prints in your wake with each step down the hallway, but you didnât really care. As you spotted your duffle still where youâd left it on the couch, you nearly stopped in your tracks as you recognized Bucky sitting on the couch with a tablet in hand.
You straightened your posture and grabbed more securely the towel around you before you continued forward. His back was to you as you approached and when you rounded the couch to get to your bag, you kept your eyes everywhere but on him.
Your avoidance didnât stop him from looking at you, though. You felt the weight of his gaze as you moved as quickly as possible to grab your things, practically scurrying away as you refused to meet his eye.
âBedroomâs yours tonight. I already grabbed my stuff,â he said after you, keeping his eyes on his tablet, willing himself to not turn around to watch you go.
You paused in your retreat only momentarily, debating on whether or not to offer a thank you before you thought better of it and made your way to the room to dress.
Half an hour later you were in your pajamas and if it wasnât for your stomach growling or the throbbing in your face, you would have happily crashed out.
Instead you got up and walked to the kitchen.
You found Bucky already at the cabinet, eyeing its contents, so you walked to the rickety old fridge instead. You grabbed a cold water and took a drink before holding the bottle to your cheek. The cold felt nice against the soreness. You closed your eyes as you let your head rest against the door of the fridge. You could have fallen asleep right then and there.
Bucky watched you intently from across the way. He knew itâd be better to not say anything, to keep to himself and avoid any more needless interactions with you.
Itâd certainly be easier, or so he told himself.
Though when he saw the twitch of your cheek and yet another wince take over your face, he couldnât stop himself. You obviously needed an ice pack and some pain pills and if you werenât gonna get it for yourself, well, someone had to.
He left the room to get some things and came back to be met with you looking through cans of food where he had just been standing. He walked over to you, he could tell you felt him behind you but you kept your eyes forward, pretending to be enraptured by the selection of canned food before you.
He reached out his hand, touching your arm as you stilled at the contact. Bucky gently turned you to face him and was surprised when you let him without more than just a questioning brow. He took your hand then and dropped the pills into your palm.
âSit,â he instructed.
You looked at him a moment before slowly walking to the small table and taking a seat. You eyed the pills heâd handed you and offered a small âthanksâ before you swallowed them down with a drink of your water.
His attention was unexpected, butâŠnice. You werenât sure you liked it, though. It wasnât necessary.
The cracking of an ice pack had you turning to face him once again as he presented it to you.
âThanks, but Iâm good,â you said as you denied the pack.
âYour face says otherwise,â he argued as he urged the ice pack to you again.
âLook, if I wanted one, I wouldâve grabbed one, okay? Thanks,â you said, bordering on brutish.
He moved toward you with a roll of his eyes, attempting to touch the pack to your cheek. âStop acting stupid-,â he started before you quickly cut him off.
âStop acting like you care,â you said harshly, standing from your seat and taking a step back from him, the scraping of the chair along the floor in your rushed movements loud and disruptive. You took a breath, gathering your bearings as you stood there, eyes trained on the floor. âI just, I donât want the ice pack, okay?â you spoke quietly, sounding almost defeated. You didnât want to get into this right now, and you especially didnât want to get into this with him.
You felt guilty.
You deserved that punch.
You deserved this pain and discomfort.
In fact, it was the least you deserved.
You didnât register him approaching again until he was nearly right in front of you.
Bucky himself wasnât even sure why he had gotten closer, it wasnât even a thought as he took the steps toward you, just something he needed to do.
You were stood across from each other, close but not close enough. A feeling that made you want to hide yourself away from him, knowing that though he probably felt much the same, he wouldnât do or say a thing about it. You had just been about to turn and head straight for the bedroom until his words broke the discomfort.
âI know it hurts,â he spoke softly after the moment of mounting tension.
âYeah, well,â you shrugged, trying to find the right thing to say, not wanting to make your masochistic choice obvious to him, âIâll live.â
His eyes were burning into you as he watched you. You only met his gaze for a second before you let your eyes flit away, scared of what heâd be able to see.
âJust sit down,â he said, finally looking away. The annoyance in his voice was clear as he spoke.
You watched him go back to the cabinet and grab two cans of something. Your stomach was in a flurry for more than one reason.
âMission reports are almost done,â he informed you as he emptied the contents of the cans into the pot on the stove.
âOh,â you breathed, having almost forgotten about them yourself, âgood.â
âSo the event was just a cover for Sergeyâs funeral?â Bucky asked, apparently needing clarification on the details.
âYeah. Like we knew, they werenât at all prepared for a change in leadership. Theyâre still weak, vulnerable. They didnât want anyone outside the organization knowing heâd passed until they had a new boss,â
âWhich should have been Ar-â
âYup,â you answered, cutting him off before he could get Artemâs name out completely.
He turned, eyeing you at your abrasiveness. You felt him watch for you a second before he turned back to the stove as you fiddled with your hands at the table.
âYou think he really left?â he asked, an edge to his voice he couldnât hide if heâd wanted to.
You took a moment before you answered, âI hope so. But I donât know.â
You heard him chortle under his breath at your answer, making you cock your head at his response.
âSeems like thereâs a lot you donât know when it comes to him, huh,â his meaning provoking you into a quick response.
âMissionâs over. And even if it wasnât, itâd still be none of your fucking business,â you said, wanting to end all talk of Artem.
Bucky scoffed with a shake of his head but let it go.
He walked over with two bowls, putting one down in front of you before he surprised you and took a seat at the table.
You were sure heâd leave you to your own devices once the food was done.
You bit your tongue as you measured your breaths and played with your food as the steam rose from the bowl.
âIâm sorry,â you began, almost a whisper as you spoke, âI-â
âItâs fine,â Bucky cut you off, not offering anything more as he ate his food.
You looked at him before you looked back to your bowl, taking a bite of your own.
The silence between you grew as you sat, eating quietly until you spoke up again.
âDo you know what time weâre cleared to take off tomorrow?â
âHavenât been cleared yet. Stark said to check in the morning, but we probably wonât be able to leave until sundown.â
Your eyes rounded at the new information. Another day here? You werenât sure you could take it.
âWhen did he say that?â
âAn hour or so ago.â
âAnd youâre just telling me now?â
âYouâre just now asking,â
âDoesnât seem like something I should have to ask for an update on,â you argued.
Buckyâs spoon clattered against his bowl as he picked his head up to look at you, exasperated.
There was a palpable silence as you looked at one another.
âSo weâre here for at least another full day.
Alone..
You still donât wanna talk about this?â you broached. Bucky sniffed before clicking his tongue, avoiding your eye now.
âNothing to talk about,â he responded as he stood from his seat, taking his bowl to the sink and leaving without another word.
A sardonic titter left your lips unbidden.
You sat there, feeling like an idiot once again for even daring to bring it up.
That familiar sinking in your gut was back and you felt sick. And stupid. Pathetic.
Fuck, and now that throbbing in your face was back, accompanied by a throbbing in your head. If you assessed all of your feelings any deeper, youâd be able to identify the stinging in your heart, too.
You stood up and left your bowl where it was, you could clean it in the morning - god knows youâd have the time.
You went to the bathroom to brush your teeth quickly before you planned on crawling into bed and staying there until you were cleared to head home tomorrow.
You rubbed at your eyes threatening to water and refused to cry because of him again.
You were in and out in five minutes. As you opened the bathroom door, you were met with Bucky leaning against the wall, his bag in hand as he waited for his turn.
You staggered a step as his presence caught you off guard. You stared at him a second, sure your eyes were wide and glossy. You wanted to say something, but you werenât sure what the right words were. He stared back before he eyed the empty bathroom behind you, clearing his throat as he stood up straight.
You stepped out of his way as he moved past you to walk in and then you just stood there a moment as you tried to think of what you wanted to say.
The sound of the door closing behind him broke you out of your stupor as you blinked and you slowly walked to the bedroom.
You sat on the bed, mind still trying to formulate how you wanted to approach him and what exactly you felt you needed to say.
Minutes passed. You heard the rushing of water through the old pipes - on and then off again after some time.
You still werenât sure what to say. But you needed to say something.
You got up and softly walked back over to the bathroom, building some kind of nerve as you got closer and closer to the door until it suddenly opened and froze you in your path.
Your eyes met a shirtless Bucky with his sweats sitting quite low on his hips.
He raised a brow at you, âHave you just been standing out here the whole time?â he questioned.
You swallowed the lump in your throat before you shook your head and stood up straighter.
Your mouth opened and closed before you took a deep breath and met his eye once again. You couldnât pretend you didnât see the look of stress on his face as he watched you, a flurry of what you thought might be impatience was growing as he waited for you to finally speak.
You didnât have the words right in your mind, so when you spoke, you really just blurted out the only thing you had straight.
âWeâre soulmates.â
It was a fact that you were stating. You watched him as you took a breath before continuing on, still not exactly sure what you were saying, but you trusted youâd catch up to your mouth eventually.
âWe are soulmates. I know you know that. And I- I know you donât care,â you took a breath before you swallowed hard, âbut I..just, uh, I needed to say it. Out loud. To hear it. Because honestly,â you tittered, âit was kind of starting to make me feel a bit crazy, the way we just keep.. Burying it. Pretending itâs not real.. or true, orâŠâ you shook your head, clearing your nerves and thinking, feeling more clearly now as you gazed into the blue tempests Buckyâs eyes held. Not so much anger, but a storm was raging nonetheless. That didnât stop you, though. If anything it helped you realize what it was you truly needed to say to him right now. âItâs not just gonna go away, you know. And I get it, youâve made it clear that you donât want this, you donât want me, so, whatever.. But I just - I needed to say it and acknowledge it. And you can go back to ignoring my existence after this but can you just.. Please, can you just acknowledge it?â
You stood there for what felt like an eternity, just staring at each other, but it couldnât have been more than a second or two. He looked almost pained as he watched you, conflicted.
You waited with baited breath for him to say something, anything.
You werenât sure why you did it, but you took a small step toward him - some unconscious need to be closer you didnât even truly recognize until he took a step closer to you. And then another step, and another until you were backed up against the wall of the hallway as he stood before you. You noted your change of breathing as you watched his chest moving up and down, nearly in sync with yours.
Slowly, you lifted your eyes to his. You were entirely unsure of what was happening, but at the same time, you knew exactly what you were feeling. And you were sure he felt it, too.
Your eyes fell to his lips as he somehow got even closer to you, your bodies pressed against one another now. His right hand came up to your face, gently holding your cheek as he stared down at you, his lips parting as he leaned down slowly before he tilted your face up just a touch, allowing his lips to brush along yours, feather light, but electric as your skin prickled and you let your eyelids flutter shut.
His hold on your face tightened just a bit and you winced at the pressure on your bruise.
âSorry,â he breathed as he lightened his touch, his forehead pressing to yours. You shook your head and raised your hands to hold his face in turn, not wanting him to back away. Not wanting this to end.
You were unclear on how exactly you got here, but it felt right. It felt good.
You pulled him to you and pressed your lips to his, kissing him softly, smiling at the minty taste of him as he pressed his tongue to your lips. You obliged him, parting your lips and allowing him access to your mouth as he took his time savoring you, his body pressing closer still as you were flush to the wall behind you.
His left hand fell to your waist before he gripped your hip and brought you closer to him.
You wrapped your arms around his neck as you deepened the kiss, so caught up in the dizzying feeling of his lips on yours, you almost didnât register the moment he lifted you off your feet, his large hands under your thick thighs, bringing your legs around his waist as he proceeded to walk with you down the hall and into the open bedroom.
There wasnât much thinking anymore, both of you moving out of pure instinct, running on your desire and longing for one another.
Bucky laid you gently on the bed after breaking the kiss and allowing you to get in a much needed breath.
He pulled his sweats down and rid himself of his underwear while your heated stare stayed on him.
When he met your eyes again, you were amazed at how darkened his gaze was. Unadulterated lust swirling in the torrent blues of his stare, your throat went dry at the sight of him.
He got onto the bed, his movements measured as he crawled on top of you, no words exchanged as you laid further down on the mattress the closer he got. Only the sounds of your breathing and the soft squeaking of the bed could be heard in the quiet of the cabin.
As Buckyâs face was mere inches away from yours, you startled at the feeling of him pulling your shorts down, your hands flying to stop him.
âWait,â you rushed out as his eyes flicked to yours, his brows furrowed in concern at your sudden change in demeanor. âI just, uhm,â you took a breath, âitâs - itâs been.. A while,â you spoke softly, trying not to let the embarrassment you were feeling slip through your words - though you knew youâd failed as Buckyâs gaze softened, relief flashing over his features as he let his forehead drop to yours. He took your lips in his again as he kissed you gently.
âWeâll go slow,â he assured you as you melted under him. âIâll take care of you,â he breathed the promise on your lips.
You nodded and let his hands go. Your eyes fell shut as his touch lingered from your hips down your thighs as he pulled your shorts off. You lifted your hips to help him before you sat up a bit, considering yourself a moment before deciding to remove your tank top. Then slowly undoing your bra.
You relaxed back down, now completely bare to each other and were caught off guard by Bucky lowering his head to your tummy, crawling down your body, his lips lingering from down your waist, along your stomach and then on your hip as you sighed, reveling in his affection. He worked his way closer and closer to your sex as you watched him intently until a shuddered gasp left you when his lips brushed over your sensitive clit.
You reached for a pillow to push under you - the urge to lax into the bed not stronger than your desire to watch Bucky as he explored you with his tongue.
You were captivated by his attention, you couldnât tear your eyes away. The sight of his head between your legs, his strong hold on your thighs tightening with every twitch you gave as his tongue delved between your folds, drinking you in.
Your breathing was ragged as Bucky worked you over torturously slow now, taking his time before he slowly eased one thick finger into your wet and waiting hole - pumping the digit in and out of you as his tongue flicked over your clit incessantly. When he inserted another finger, you let out a sharp moan at the unexpected stretch as he worked you open for him.
The moment his icy blue eyes flicked up to meet your heady gaze, you nearly whimpered at the intensity - not of just his stare, but of everything he was putting you through, everything he was making you feel.
Despite how quick of a turn the night had taken, none of it felt rushed. Bucky really was taking his time with you, noticing every twitch of your thigh under his touch, each time your velvety walls tightened around his fingers, every moan and cry that fell from your perfect lips like an angelâs song to him.
He didnât ever want to stop hearing those noises. And when he saw the look of pure blissed out pleasure on your face as you watched him take you apart, in that moment he wanted nothing more than to make sure you were always this taken care of.
Heâd give you anything you asked for so long as itâd keep you this happy.
This is what you deserved. Pleasure and happiness and complete devotion - and he wanted to be the one to give it to you.
This is what he wanted.
You.
Buckyâs metal hand tightened around your thigh, desperate to feel as much of you as he could while he lost himself in the little heaven heâd found between your legs, your full attention on him and him alone.
Your back arched off the bed as you chased his touch, wanting more, wanting him closer. Breathy mewls leaving you as the salacious sounds of Buckyâs fingers pumping in and out of you meshed with the wet sounds of his mouth on your sex.
A tentative hand reached for his hair, your fingers threading through the damp strands before you tightened your hold a bit, gripping his hair as you urged him on.
You werenât expecting the deep growl that emanated from him, sending chills through you - the vibrations along your cunt coaxing a whimpered moan from your throat as your eyes screwed shut. You tugged at his hair again before raking your nails along his scalp lightly, stroking his hair as he removed his fingers from you and readjusted his hold on either thigh, pulling you closer to him, delving ever deeper with his skilled tongue before moving to fuck you gently again with his hand. You were close, so fucking close.
Buckyâs tongue was firm against your clit, massaging it as he moved his fingers inside you rhythmically. Another pathetic mewl fell from you as you took a strangled breath, you couldnât hold it back any longer, not that he wanted you to. Your toes curled as your legs shook from the orgasm that overtook you as you held Bucky closer, his name falling like a prayer from your lips as he refused to let up, your walls clenching down on his fingers as he worked you through the intensity of your climax.
Your thighs threatened to close around his head, but his strong arms kept you open to him as he lapped up everything you had to offer him before he slowly pulled himself off of you.
Your breathing was still quickened as you tried to come down from the high heâd given you, half lidded eyes looking on as he licked his wet, plump lips, his chin glistening with your juices as his large hands smoothed up your plush thighs. The corners of his lips upturned in a smile as he noted the way your body reacted to his touch, and then saw the look of satisfaction mingled with anticipation for more on your pretty face as you watched him.
His head fell to your chest as he crawled up your body, trailing kisses along your skin, up the column of your neck and across your cheek, gently, before he pressed his lips to yours. You moaned at the taste of yourself still on his tongue as you wound your fingers in his hair and pulled him down on top of you fully.
You could feel the length of him against you, hot and hard.
Bucky looked at you a moment, his lips soft and parted as he breathed a little harder, his eyes heavy as he gently took your face in his hands, his thumbs tracing over your skin before he leaned in and kissed you - deeper than heâd kissed you before, less restraint as your teeth clicked against one anotherâs, your tongue swirling around his before he pulled away.
His forehead pressed against yours as he took a breath, âYou okay?â he asked softly as he let his hands fall and trail down your body.
âYeah,â you breathed, âyes, yeah, I-,â you shook your head lightly, âyouâreâŠamazing.â
Bucky breathed a laugh, smiling as he nodded before placing a kiss on your lips, âGood.â
His head was nuzzled in your neck where he left kiss after kiss along your skin while you wrapped your legs around him, your fingers playing in his hair as you sighed at the slight respite.
âBucky,â you moaned breathily.
Your pussy ached as you felt his cock twitch against you at the sound of his name falling from your lips.
He kissed down your neck and along your chest as his hands fondled your breasts, your nipples hardening under his touch. He took one into his mouth as he sucked on you, the stirring in your cunt growing tenfold under his attention, his hand squeezing your breast before he did the same to the other.
Bucky buried his face between your tits, his hands full as he kneaded them, lightly nipping and sucking, leaving kisses all over your chest as you whined and moaned beneath him, your fingers gripping his hair and emboldening him as you both got lost in the heat of your desire. He wanted to touch you, to feel every inch of your perfect body, to kiss every bit of you he possibly could. But he was getting too ahead of himself. Slow. He needed to go slow.
He pulled away from you, holding himself above you as he panted. âFuck,â he breathed on an exhale as he gazed down at you. You just looked at one another for a moment, nothing to be said, but so much being told.
âYouâre beautiful,â he praised softly, the sincerity in his voice causing your heart to ache as you carded your fingers through his hair.
âI need you,â you nearly whispered as you held his eye, his understanding evident.
His gaze wasnât so icy now - in fact, it was warm as he caressed you, his touch cool on your heated skin.
Bucky reached between you, gripping his cock as he lined himself up to your slick entrance. He was looking into your eyes as he guided himself into you. Your lips parted on an âoâ as he stretched you out. He was a lot to take, but having been prepped, your pussy wet and wanting, the burn soon fading into something more pleasurable as he pushed further into you with a groan.
You lost yourself in his heavy gaze, his eyes were dark with need, but you could see the tenderness in the way he looked at you, too. You could feel it in his touch and you were like puddy in his hands.
When he was fully seated inside you, your warm walls tight around his thick shaft, Bucky began rocking into you at a slow and sensual pace, his heavy breaths and moans in your ear as he fucked you - deep strokes, making sure you felt every inch of him.
Your eyes shut as you took a stuttered breath - the feeling of him inside you overwhelming. You felt his lips press against your temple as he rubbed your hip soothingly.
Everything felt so surreal. Youâd never imagined Buckyâd be so soft, so gentle. All of his focus was on you and youâd never be able to describe how perfect it felt being seen by him, being loved by him.
In your wildest dreams, you could have never imagined a soulmate connection to be this deep, this strong. You werenât sure how you handled it before, either of you. Because this, this is impossible to deny. You moved perfectly together, you fit perfectly together. You just made sense.
Everything made sense now.
You hands were on Buckyâs back, urging him closer as he picked up his pace a bit, the sweet noises emanating from him only turning you on more as your pussy clenched around him - a moan of his name met with a pained groan in turn.
You hiked your leg around his waist as he leaned further into you, his weight on you making you feel warm - safe and comforted beneath his strong body as you gave yourself to him and he gave his all to you.
His grip on your thigh as he held you open for him only added to your delight.
As Bucky leaned over you, you pulled him down and crashed your lips into his. When he pulled away, he didnât go far, his lips just barely apart from yours as you breathed in each otherâs air. Your eyes were locked on his as he sent the bed frame thumping against the wall with his every thrust, the sound of his hips slapping against yours filling the air as you held onto one another.
He kissed you again and you felt yourself edging closer and closer to your next climax, that coil in your lower belly tightening as Buckyâs cock was hitting just the right spots, over and over again making you whimper as you began to plead with him.
âRight there, Bucky,â you praised as your eyes screwed shut. âOh, fuck,â the curse was a mere whisper under your breath.
âDoes it feel good, sweetheart?â his voice husky through his tight throat.
âYes,â you eked out, âyes, feels so good. You feel so good,â you cried. âIâm so close, Bucky, Iâm gonna come, please, please,â you started to beg as the feeling of him began to be too much for you to handle. You felt like you were on the verge of combustion.
âI know, baby, I know,â he hushed you before his lips collided with yours, your cries muffled against his lips as he brought his hand to your clit, swirling tight circles over your bud, leading you to shatter beneath him in mere seconds.
Buckyâs forehead pressed to yours as you felt a stray tear slip from your eye, the orgasm intense and seemingly never ending as he worked you through it.
âDoinâ so good, doll. Feel fuckinâ perfect around me, baby. Youâre so goddamn perfect,â his voice strained as he cooed at you. âAnd youâre mine. Arenât you?â he prompted.
You nodded your head at him desperately, ââM yours, Bucky. Iâm yours,â you insisted, your voice straining but earnest.
He was looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered, soft reassurances spilling from his lips as he continued fucking you.
Soon he was a mess of grunts and moans he couldnât hold back any longer as your walls gripped his cock tightly. âFuck,â he choked out.
You watched as his face screwed up in pleasure as he let out a cry of his own, his orgasm ripping through him while he emptied himself inside of you, his hold on you tight as ever as he thrust into you once, twice more - holding himself against you for a moment before carefully pulling out.
Your leg slipped down as he gently let you go, his breathing harder than your own as he started to come down.
He rolled off of you as he caught his breath before he turned his head to look at you. You were already staring over at him longingly when he met your eye. You shared a delicate, almost shy smile before he pulled you into him easily, his arms wrapping around you as you nuzzled into him.
Feeling his spend between your thighs, you realized you should probably clean up before you fell asleep, pulling away from him as he looked at you questioningly.
âBathroom,â you said softly with a kiss to his cheek as you got up.
It occurred to you as you cleaned yourself off that you and Bucky still needed to talk about everything. You honestly felt on top of the world right now, you couldnât remember a time when youâd felt so content, so complete. And that was all Bucky. In this moment, you felt truly happy. You smiled softly at yourself in the mirror, lifting a hand to touch your cheek where you still felt Buckyâs touch.
The conversation may be a little heavy, you knew that, but youâd both be better for it. As you reentered the bedroom, though, you found Bucky already under the covers, soft snores escaping him as he slept. You scoffed lightly at the sight of him, shaking your head as you approached the bed to crawl in on the other side.
You couldnât really blame him for passing out so quickly, you were exhausted, too.
Your talk could wait until tomorrow, you conceded. As good as things felt right now, you knew youâd feel even better once you had everything hashed out with Bucky, and you were both finally on the same page with the same understanding.
As you settled in the bed, Buckyâs metal arm reached out for you, pulling you back into him as you laughed softly at his sleepy need for you. You cuddled into him under the blankets. Peacefulness was never a feeling you experienced often, always so fleeting to you, but right here as you laid in Buckyâs arms, it was the perfect word to describe how you felt.
This was good. No, this was perfect. How could you ever want for more when you had all of this love, when you felt this whole - this happy.
You let yourself relax into Bucky as your eyes fluttered shut.
No way it could get better than this.
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Home Race And Heartbreak
Charles Leclerc x Reader
Summary: You and Charles kept your relationship a secret but you needed Charles after you crashed into the barrier and he didnât care who saw.
Warnings: mentions of a crash (no description) French translated from google so donât bite me if itâs wrong đ
A/N: First time writing for Charles Leclerc and first time since I was 12 that Iâve written for someone that isnât a fictional character so please be nice đ„ș Feedback is appreciated đ€
Any excitement you had for your home race had been snuffed out. The corners of your lips tugged into a smile as Charles flew across the line qualifying in P1 for the British GP, but the smile was fake and didn't reach your eyes, it was all for the camera.
You hid your emotions well, wanting to be happy for your team mate and boyfriend. Not that anyone knew you and Leclerc were dating, it was something you both wanted to keep private, away from the cameras. But it was hard on days like this when you desperately craved the comfort of his arms.
âGreat race, Charles. P1â
You purposely tuned out the hustle and bustle of the pits, letting out a loud heavy sigh as you pushed yourself off the stool, swiping your smokes off the counter as you moved. You needed a moment alone before the embarrassment continued with talks with the press.
The rumble of Charlesâ F1-75 ran through your body as you leant against the wall of the pits, a lit cigarette hanging from between your lips. Watching as everyone buzzed around him as he climbed out of the car. To the world his smile was bright but you knew better, it didnât quite reach his eyes and he hid the sadness well.
He knew how much this race meant to you with it being in your home country, so he knew that you would be distraught about the DNF, placing at the back of the grid for tomorrow's race.
You should have been up in P2 with him, you were one track for a good time but fate had other decisions for you. Squeezing your eyes closed, your brain flashed up with images of the crash. The feeling of slamming into the wall would be something you wouldnât forget in a hurry, nor would the painful screams from your boyfriend after you heard the panic in his voice when listening back to the team radio.
Part of you was happy for your boyfriend getting pole position but it still didnât numb the heartbreak you were feeling.
Tears threatened to spill over your lash line, you were trying your hardest not to break down trackside the last thing you wanted was to be caught on camera.
The moment you locked eyes with your Monégasque racer, a single tear rolled down your cheek as you flashed him a weak smile.
Nothing else mattered to Charles right now, he didnât want to be making small talk with the pit crew, all he wanted to do was pull you into his arms.
Without thinking he jumped off his car, pushing through the crowd to get to his girl. Luckily the pair of you had plenty of experience with hugging after races making it look just like team mates.
Breaking eye contact with him you tossed the cigarette into the sand bucket, keeping your gaze trained on the floor. The feeling of Charlesâ knuckles brushing against your cheek wiping away a stay tear made your resolve crumble.
âMon amour, you scared me back there,â He hummed, not caring that the whole world was probably watching. âMy heart practically stopped when I found out it was you that went into the wall. Are you sure you are okay?â
âYeah,â you sighed heavily, âno broken bones, just a bruised ego.â
âAre you going to be okay with the interviews?â Concern shining in his eyes.
âGotta be done, ainât it. Canât avoid it.â You sighed, fiddling with your race suit. âJust wanna go home now.â
Charles knew what you meant by home, it wasnât the small flat you had in England but it was his home in Monaco.
He knew this would have majorly knocked your confidence and he hated that the sparkle from your eyes had disappeared.
The interviews were long and gruelling, everyone kept asking the same question.
âWhat went wrong out there?â
So by the time the question was asked the final time of the session you snapped.
âBottled it didnât I,â your mood had been drained to the point of not caring whether you snapped or not. âBinned it into the corner, rookie fucking move. I made a call and you know what it was the wrong fucking wrong.â Your British accent was thick as you spewed the words out, watching as the reporter took a step back, shocked at your outburst.
âOkay, I think Y/N/L has answered enough questions today.â Charles breathed, swooping in like a hero.
Silently you shot him a thankful look.
Without thinking he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.
âAllons manger et regarder des films de Disney.â He hummed against your skin, quickly glancing over his shoulder realising what he had done. The room was silent and all eyes were on the two of you.
A few of the other drivers were slyly smirking, they all knew something was going on between the two of you but this just confirmed it. Charles knew you would be all over the news, the budding romance between the two Ferrari drivers but he didnât care, his girl needed him right now.
âSay that again Leclerc.â You said softly.
Charles smirked at the slight giggle in your voice. âI said, letâs go get some food and watch Disney films.
Shaking his head he quickly pressed another kiss to your forehead. âWe really need to work on your French.â
âBite me.â You hummed, leaning into his warmth.
âC'est une invitation, princesse? Is that an invite, Princess?â He smirked, eyes glistening in a playful manner. Your confused expression made him chuckle as you exited the room heading towards the Ferrari motor home.
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Hi, hope your day has been going well. I was wondering if I can request a head cannon for Eren, Jean, Connie, and Armin and how they are when they are drunk.đ«¶đœ
A/N: My days been going well. Hope all of yall lovely people are doing okđ€
What Eren | Jean | Connie | Armin are like drunk
Word count: 1469
Prompt 2
Warnings: Fluff and tiny bit of NSFW on Connie's part, mention of alcohol obviously, Connie trying to get in your pants, Armin being a lightweight, Connie is crossfaded, pet names (Babe, baby,(Eren) sweetheart, pretty, sexy, (Jean) Love, beautiful,(Armin) stink, pookie, stinka butt(Connie) I cackled when making this
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Eren
When Eren wants to get drunk it's gonna take more than just a few shots
Eren is not a lightweight it takes Eren maybe 2 bottles of straight Hennessy or vodka
And knowing how much your lovely bf loves to party you tend to be the designated driver most times
But what you love the most is when Eren gets so drunk that he gets so clingy
Just picture this
You and Eren are in the car on the way home from one of Connie's many college parties. And Eren's little ass decides it would be a good night to get fucked up. So as of right now Eren's hand is on your thigh as you drive home, âBaby, please let me lay on your lap they're like my pillowsâ Eren whines and slurs as he keeps trying to put his head down and over the console. âEren no, Iâm driving and Iâm not bout to crash this damn car because you wanna lay on my lap. So sit back and cut it out.â Eren then reaches for your hand to hold, âEren you canât just take my hand when Iâm driving. Just 10 more minutes then we're gonna be home.â
Sure you had to drive for 10 more minutes with a whiny, drunk, and clingy Eren but you did it, you made it in one piece. Getting out of the car and helping Eren get out, âBabyyyy, give me your attention nowâ this 6-foot man leans his entire body on your back âYou can wait until we get in the houseâŠ. Eren imma need you to get off of me.â Earning a groan from your drunk boyfriend as he stands up straight, unlocking the door, and taking your shoes off heading towards the kitchen to get him a glass of water. Eren follows close behind, complaining that you're not giving him the attention he deserves. âEren if you drink this Iâll give you attention, ok?â He grabs the drink from your hand chugging it down âSlow down Erenâ giggling as water runs down his neck getting his shirt wet.
Eren finishes his water, putting the cup in the sink, âOk let's go.â He drags you to your shared room taking his clothes off and he lays in bed waiting for you. Getting yourself ready for bed, You lay down in your spot opening your arms for Eren. Eren cuddles into your neck âI love you Y/Nâ he mumbles before dozing off, âI love you too âRenâ
Jean
Jean is a flirty drunk
Throughout the whole night of him drinking and getting drunk, all he did was flirt with you
One time when he got so drunk and didn't know who you were he was flirting with you
He throws pickup lines at you more compliments at you and when you say you have a BF he just doesnât care (even tho heâs the bf)
The time he did forget you were his partner, then you tell him to bring him home he got as red as a baboonâs ass
âHi, sweetheart. You here by yourself?â Jean asks you, completely forgetting he came to this dumb party with you, and you wanting to have a little bit of fun, you're gonna feed into this bullshit. âNo. Iâm here with my boyfriend.â giving him a wink as you sip on your drink in the corner of the room. âWell that sure sucks doesn't it but I was thinkinâ you bring your sexy ass home with me and I can show you how a man can really treat his partner instead of leaving them in the corner of the room.â Oh, what a dumb bf you got yourself.
You've been talking to Jean for 10 minutes listening to him throw his really bad pickup lines, âSo aside from being sexy what else do you do for living, sweetheart?â Giving him a chuckle in response âJean, I think it's time we go home nowâ âOh, you want to bring me home pretty thing? I didnât even get your nameâ He straightens his back tilting his head at you waiting for you to reply, âMy name is Y/N and Iâm your partner lets goâ que Jean getting red as a baboonâs ass cheeks. âYOU'RE MY PARTNERâ kissing him on the cheek you drag his tall ass out of the party.
Connie
Lord, we gonna need to put this one on a leash
Connie gets insanely horny when he is drunk but not just drunk he is also high so this dumb boy is cross faded
Like Connie calls you dumb nicknames and gets really handsy
When you guys leave the party all he tries to do is get in your pants
Heâs a horny bitch but once you get home and he hits the bed heâs sleep
Itâs been exactly 5 minutes since you got Connie to put down the drink and walk with you to the car, âSoo stink, we gonna fuck in the car?â turning around to face this dumb boy, âNo, we are going home.â He gives you a hum and a wink like there is some kinda dirty meaning behind going home. Opening the door for him and pushing him inside, Connie brings his hand down to slap you on the ass, âDamn Stink, you see that recoil. Just imagine what it would like when I hit it from behindâ he gives you a smirk as he puts the rest of his body in the car. Oh, it's gonna be a long drive you thought as you walk over to the driver's side.
Once youâre in the car Connie puts his hand on your thigh too close to your pus pus, âWhat you say stinka butt wanna get it on in the back?â bringing your pointer finger and thumb across your eyes then resting them on the bridge of your nose, âCon, imma need you to calm down.â
After about 20 slow minutes you finally reach home. Getting out of the car and helping Connie get out as well, Connieâs hand moves its way down your back and into your back pocket. Turning your head to look at him as you walk up to your apartment, âjust wanna feel it pookie, itâs fat and squishyâ shaking your head you unlock the door to your shared home. âConnie imma need you to go to our room and wait.â Connie takes his hand out of your pocket, bringing both his hands to lay on your waist, âLet me get a kiss firstâ he puckers up his lips waiting for a kiss. Rolling your eyes you lean in for a quick peck, just as you're about to pull away Connie grabs the back of your head deepening the kiss god you might be shocked but you couldnât just turn away cause he feels so good.
âOk, Con. Connie thatâs itâ mumbling between kisses you pull back much to Connieâs denies, âConnie go lie down in bed please just wait for me Iâll be right thereâ you kiss his cheek before stepping into the kitchen. Connie listens to you walking into the bedroom getting butt ass naked and waiting in bed for you, but just as you're walking back to the room with a glass of water and two pills of Advil. You see Connie in bed looking like a dead body. Letting out a little chuckle you give him one last kiss on his forehead before getting ready for bed yourself.
Armin
IMO I think our boy Armin here is a shy and kinda crybaby drunk
Like Armin is the type to confess for you so many times
I also just know that he is a lightweight like he can not handle more than 7 shots
But you love when heâs drunk because he always tells you he loves you
He is also another clingy drunk like Eren
You just brought Armin to a little party so he can wind down from all the stress from school and as you notice he got drunker and drunker he became more and more clingy. It started off with a hand on your thigh then a hand on your waist then before you knew it his whole upper half was leaning on your side his head in the crook of your neck as he whisper sweet words into your ear âmy love you are the love of my life I canât live without youâ he mumbles and slurs his whole sentence into your ear. Rubbing his head you decide itâs time to go home.
Now you and Armin have been home for 10 minutes and he wonât shut up about how he loves you. âGod you are so beautiful I canât wait to spend the rest of my life with you, I love you so damn muchâ he gives you little neck kisses in between each word
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