#( my parents are taking me out to dinner friday night before they help me move out of my college room on saturday morning )

[atimeofyourlife]

A family Thanksgiving

This was supposed to be up yesterday, but it took on a mind of its own and instead of the few hundred words it was supposed to be, its nearly 3k. Happy belated Thanksgiving to anyone who celebrates! rated: t | wc: 2847 | cw: period typical homophobia, Steve's asshole parents

The offers from everyone to have him over for Thanksgiving had been great, any other year he would have loved such a choice, but for the first time in a long time, he was spending the day with family.

"But you hate your family." Dustin pointed out when Steve had told everyone about his holiday plans.

"No, I hate my parents. It's my grandma that asked me to go, and I want to see her and my cousins that I haven't seen in like five years. I'm driving myself to Chicago, so I won't be stuck in a car with my parents for hours on end." Steve explained.

"But you're working a late the day before, and I'm not going to cover you so you can drive up early" Robin replied.

"I'm planning on leaving by six on Thanksgiving morning. It's less than four hours to drive, so I'll be there before ten, well nine because of the timezone change. I took the late shift the day before so I had an excuse to drive myself, and my parents wouldn't have any reason to come by Hawkins before. And I drive home either the Friday or the Saturday, ready for our Sunday shift."

Come Thanksgiving day, Steve was somewhat regretting his decision. It had been nearly midnight before he'd gotten home, after a number of people came in just before closing insistent on needing a selection of movies ready for the next day. Then hadn't been happy when the movies they wanted weren't in stock, so they left the place a total mess, causing Steve to stay late to tidy up ready for the opener the next day. Then having to get up around five, so he could get ready and be on track to leave as planned. In an attempt to wake up, he was mostly surviving on a large cup of incredibly strong coffee. He was just counting down the minutes until he could get there.

When he walked in the door, he was immediately wrapped up in a hug from his grandma. "Stevie, it's so good to see you."

"It's great to see you too, Grandma." He returned the hug, melting into it a little. Exactly what he needed after the year it had been.

"Let me take a look at you." She stepped back slightly, giving him a once over. Her hand came up to trace the scar still on his neck from where he had been strangled by the bats and vines. "What happened here?"

"I. It's nothing. It looks a lot worse than it is." Steve replied, trying to get out of the awkwardness of the conversation.

"Oh, if you're sure. If you want to help with dinner, you can join us in the kitchen. But if you just want to rest, anyone who's watching football is in the living room, and the Macy's parade is on in the den."

"It's been a long drive, and I had a late finish last night, so I think I'm going to take a bit of a break. I might come out and help a bit later." He offered.

"Oh, honey. If you don't feel up to it, you don't need to help at all. Take it easy, and we'll call you once everything is ready." She kissed Steve on the cheek, before going back to the kitchen.

Steve made his way through the house, glancing into the living room as he passed. He could see his dad in one of the recliners, and decided against joining them. Wanting to delay the inevitable "you're a disappointment" lecture. He knew his mom would likely be in the kitchen, not actually helping, just drinking wine and gossiping. He moved on to the den, where most of his cousins were. He hovered in the doorway for a second, unsure what to say. So much had changed since the last time he had seen any of them.

"Wait, Stevie?" One of them, Lizzie, said as she looked up to see him.

"Uh, hey?" Steve replied, a little unsure, before he was being swamped in a group hug.

"Jesus Christ, when did this happen? Last time I saw you, you were like a little kid. Now you're a whole grown adult." Another, Mark, said.

After a long catch up, bringing Steve up to date on everyone else's lives, and him giving an abridged highlights of his last few years, they then got into more serious topics.

"Was everything okay after the earthquakes? I tried calling a few times, but I don't know if I had the wrong number because it never went through." Alice, the oldest of his cousins, asked.

"The phones were down across the whole town for a while after, then it was patchy for weeks after that. It was hard to get five or ten minutes without it dropping out. It took me like two weeks before I was able to get hold of mom and dad to let them know that the house was still standing, and that I was still alive." Steve explained.

"Wait, they weren't in Hawkins for the earthquakes?" Harry cut in.

"No, they've not been in Hawkins since February? Like over a month before it happened."

"Oh. They were telling us last night about how awful and hard it had been during the earthquakes, and how they were scared for their lives." Alice replied.

"That's such bullshit. They weren't in the country when it happened, they were in London. They didn't even know that it was Hawkins that was affected until I called them, because all they'd seen on the news was a freak earthquake hitting the Midwest. It hadn't even specified the state. And then they didn't care how I was, if I was hurt or anything, all they were interested in was if there was damage to the house, and how the earthquake could affect the resale value."

"Okay, I call dibs about bringing that up over dinner. I just want to see what shade of purple Uncle Dick can turn." Becca, the closest cousin to Steve in age, piped up. "But were you hurt?"

"Uh, minor injuries. Nothing serious." Steve lied, not wanting to worry anyone. "I was able to start volunteering within a couple of days. You know, helping out at the relief center, helping search for missing people. And when everything calmed down I was helping rebuild and stuff. Just trying to do my bit. But I'm fine now."

"That's good. But thinking of Uncle Dick turning purple, who gets to bring up Fuck Reagan?" Mark asked.

"Stevie's been through the most, I think he should get the chance." Alice replied.

"Uh, I think that would go down about as well as if I told him that my best friend is a dyke and I've spent most of my free time in the last six months sucking off the local drug dealer, who was accused of being a cult leader and murdering three people." Steve said quickly, unsure if he wanted anyone else to pick up what he'd said.

"Was that for drugs, or for fun, or what? Like a hook up?" Harry asked.

"He's my boyfriend. I mean, it helps that I get free weed out of him, but I'd do it anyway." Steve admitted.

"That is something you missed out of your round up. But I love that all of us are some variation of queer."

Dinner was...interesting, to say the least. After saying Grace, they went round the table to say what they were thankful for that year. Steve had to bite his lip to keep himself from laughing as his parents waxed on and on about how they were thankful for their lives and being able to escape the earthquake unscathed. He couldn't keep from laughing when Becca spoke up against them.

"Really? Because Alice asked Steve how he found it after the earthquakes, and he said that he couldn't reach you for two weeks after it happened because the phones were down and you were in London. And you didn't even know that it had hit Hawkins until he called you."

"Steven, why are you telling lies about us?" His mother demanded.

"I wasn't? You weren't in Hawkins when the earthquake hit. You've not been there since February. When I was finally able to call you, you only cared about how the house was, not if I was hurt. And you were pissed that I hadn't called you sooner, despite the fact the phone lines were down for the whole town. I could have died or been injured in hospital, and you wouldn't have known."

"How dare-" His father started, only to be cut off by Steve's grandmother.

"Settle down. There's no need for arguing. I am inclined to believe Steve, because I do remember you telling me that you were going to be spending a few months in Europe at the start of this year."

Both of Steve's parents were visibly unhappy, but they didn't push it any further, allowing the rest of the family to talk about what they were thankful for.

Many small conversations broke out over the table, Steve loving the feeling of being surrounded by family for the first time in a long time. He got pulled into talking to different people, but he did his best to avoid his parents' eye. Not wanting to get trapped by them telling him all the ways he had bothered them since he'd last seen them. But he knew they were up to something, when his father got up before dessert was served.

"Before we have anything else, we do have a big announcement about the future of our family." He said, using the voice he always used when talking to the most important clients.

"You've sucked enough political dick to get what ever tax exemption you were after?" Lizzie asked, before anyone could take it too seriously.

Steve's dad just spluttered in anger as a call of "Elizabeth." Came from at least four different people around the table.

"Ignoring that horrible interruption. What I was going to tell everyone is about Steven's imminent engagement. He is going to be proposing to Melissa Downey, the daughter of my business partner, at Christmas, they've been seeing each other for nearly eighteen months now, and it is going to mean big things for our family."

Steve couldn't respond, processing what had just been said, as everyone started speaking, some offering congratulations, others in confusion.

"That's news to me." Steve said loudly, to get over everyone's voices, once he could form the words. "I'm not planning on proposing to anyone."

"Well, Arthur and I have been discussing it, and it is the only thing that makes sense now, the two of you have been together for long enough, the logical next step is engagement."

"I'm not dating Melissa. We went on one date over a year ago, just after I graduated. It was awful, all she was interested in was if I made enough money to bankroll her spending addiction. I made up a fake emergency to get out of it, and I would rather stick forks in my eyes than suffer through that again." Steve got to his feet, bracing his hands on the table. Knowing he'd been right not to be optimistic that the holiday could pass without incident.

"You will if you know what's good for you. If you don't, it could destroy our business. You wouldn't want to be the reason we go broke, would you? You could end up homeless. Where would you live?"

"First, I have plenty of friends who would be happy to take me in if I had nowhere else to go. It's something we talked about after the earthquake, because some people I know did have damage caused to their homes and I let them stay with me until they could move back in. Second, I don't really care about whether or not you go broke. You don't provide any money to me. You haven't since I started working at Scoops. I pay for all my food, gas, clothes. If you go broke, my financial position won't change at all. And third, I can't propose to her. I'm in a relationship, and we're both very happy."

"Is it that Buckley girl? Or did you somehow manage to convince that Wheeler girl that you're actually worth something? Because I can tell you now, you are going to break up with whatever little slut-"

"His name is Eddie." Steve shouted before he could think it through, and a silence fell across the room. "That's right. Your son is one of those awful queers that you keep campaigning against, to keep them illegal and get them locked up. And you know what? He's easily the best sex I've ever had. Especially when we get high first."

"Why you-" His father roared, his face turning a dark red in anger. "How dare you do this to us? After everything we have done for you. You'd better hope that those friends of yours would be willing to take you in, because you are not living under my roof any longer. You will have until the end of the weekend to collect your belongings, anything left will be burned."

"Except, it isn't your roof, is it Richard? If I remember correctly, I was the one who paid the mortgage. My name is the one on the deed to the property in Hawkins. I just allowed you to live there, rent-free might I add, because it made sense for you to live somewhere close to Indianapolis when your business was taking off. I had been planning to sell up. So I think maybe you should be the one to collect your belongings from that house, because I'm not sure if I want you living under my roof any longer. It sounds life you're almost never there, anyway." Steve's grandma replied.

"But, mother-" His father started.

"But nothing, Richard. I don't know where you learnt your hateful attitude, because I know I did not raise you to be the sort of man that would kick your own son out over something as minor as who he loves. I really thought you were a better man than that."

"It's disgusting." Steve's mother added. "So unnatural, and that disease."

"What is disgusting is your bigotry. I think I want you both out from under my roof, now. So, if you would both kindly leave. And I expect you to move your belongings from the house in Hawkins, as that is now Steve's house, not yours. And you better not touch anything that isn't yours, or cause any damage, because I will take legal advice." Steve's grandmother stood up, anger radiating from her tiny five foot frame. "And, unless you change and apologize for your outdated beliefs, you can forget any inheritance. I will not have any of my money going to support hatred."

"Mother,"

"Leave, Richard. Now. I'm not afraid to get the police involved here."

Steve's parents looked at him with their faces filled with utter disgust, before they turned and left. His grandmother escorting them off the property.

"Are you okay, Stevie?" His grandmother asked after the end of the meal.

"I. I think so. I think I need to make a couple of phone calls." He replied.

"Use any of the phones, dear. Maybe if you know someone who can keep an eye on the house."

"Yeah. I babysit for the chief of police sometimes, so I might call him. He'll make sure nothing happens."

"Good. And, if you're talking to that boy of yours, tell him that he's got to come up here for Christmas. I want to meet him, and make sure he's good enough for you."

"Grandma." Steve protested.

"I'm just saying." She replied before walking away.

Steve shut himself in one of the bedrooms, for a little privacy from the still crowded house while he made the calls. The call to Hopper was quick, just outlining what was going on, and Hopper agreed to keep a check on the house until Steve was back in Hawkins. Then it was the call to Eddie.

"Baby, I wasn't expecting you to call. How's your Thanksgiving?"

"Interesting. My parents decided to announce that I was going to propose to dad's business partner's daughter. They wouldn't accept that I wasn't interested in her so I accidentally came out."

"Shit, I hope that didn't go too bad?"

"Uh, it could have gone worse? Somehow me coming out got my parents removed from the will and kicked out of the house. Because my grandma wasn't happy with them being assholes about it."

"Oh, badass grandma. I kinda want to meet her now."

"I was hoping you would say something like that. Because she has told me that you have to come here for Christmas. She wants to make sure that you're good enough." Steve couldn't help smiling as he talked, somehow the day had gone so much better than he'd ever hoped.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington has bad parents #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things #atimeofyourwrites

[deantfwinchester]

Hands

Pairing: No-Outbreak!AU, Joel x Teacher!Reader as usual (let's just assume these No-Outbreak Joels are all the same couple tbh), established relationship

Summary: Friday nights are reserved for sweatpants and relaxation, of course. But when Joel's work week leaves his hands a bit worse for wear, the night may need to include a break for a little extra attention.

Warnings: extreme fluff once again. expect it at this point. i'm a one-trick pony, i fear.

A/N: finally got around to putting one of my many bulleted notes-app idea fics into paragraph form again! Will we get another one before the year's out? It's anyone's guess! -_-

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Friday nights are your favorites. No dinner to cook or rattling rolodex of tasks to come in the next twelve hours give you both a little room to breathe — to gently unwind from yourselves and into one another. It’s typically quiet, and when it isn’t, the volume is born of laughter from games or stories the three of you share.

Joel comes home from an exceptionally long week. You know he’s been on site every day—the whole team has—working longer and longer hours to wrap up the latest project before the client’s deadline. You’re pleased to hear his keys rattle in the door not long after five o’clock, and relieved because the air’s rapidly cooling earlier each night. Daylight Savings time is coming to an end, and today he barely beat the sunset getting home. 

You know the hour means little, however, and are less than astonished at the weary grin he bears on catching sight of you and Sarah on the couch when he walks in the room. She’s already got her purse on her shoulder, eager to head out when her friends arrive, and she’s excitedly recounting the events of the trailer for the movie they’ll be catching tonight. He stands idly in the doorway for a moment, just listening to the two of you chat. You make brief eye contact and smile back, assuring you know he’s there. Neither of you wants to interrupt her avid storytelling.  

“Well don’t you sound excited?” he says when she pauses to catch her breath. You both turn to greet him, and he moves more quickly toward you as you attempt to rise, gesturing to you to remain seated. He’ll come to you both.

He plants a kiss on top of Sarah’s head before leaning down to kiss you as he does each night. You place a hand on his chest and pause when he pulls back to get a good look at his face. You see the fatigue in his droopy-eyed smile, but can’t say anything to him. You already know it’s mirrored in your own expression.

The doorbell rings before either of you can speak again, and Sarah jumps up to head out the door. You wish her a good night, and he follows her to the door, checking for a familiar parent in the driver’s seat and seeing her off. You see him hand her some cash to go with his reminder to make good decisions, and he hugs her. You can’t help but giggle when she takes it with a wide smile.

He turns to you laughing when he sees she’s in the car, and shuts the door.

“What?” he asks, brow furrowed in confusion, but amused at the sound of your laughter.

“Smart girl. I gave her a 20 before you got home,” you grin back at him. He stills in understanding and rolls his eyes. 

“You couldn’t tell me that two minutes ago?” he asks you in mock exasperation.

“But it’s so much funnier this way!” you add, giggling again. You both know he’s wrapped completely around her finger, though she so innocently does not. It’s one of the first things you noticed about him. One of the first reasons you fell in love. 

He shakes his head fondly, and places a hand on his stomach, which begins to grumble softly at him. You raise your eyebrows and meet his gaze. ��Any thoughts on dinner?” he asks, and you grin back at him in amusement.

“Handled. Pizza’s already on the way,” you respond and he feigns relief. 

“You’re brilliant.” he says, walking up and grabbing your hand on the back of the couch. You run your thumb in little circles on the back of his hand and give it a light squeeze.

“Duh. Now go get changed! It’s do-nothing time starting now,” you respond, patting the top of his hand in encouragement.

“You read my mind,” he says, leaning down for another quick peck before heading off into the bedroom to change out of his work clothes. Naturally, you’ve been in sweats for over an hour now, shedding your own outfit immediately, peeling the school day from your skin. The unspoken uniform for these Friday nights is extremely specific.

The pizza arrives before Joel can even return from the bedroom in a feat of incredible timing. You’re gathering plates and filling glasses with ice when he emerges ready for the night. He moves forward to help you grab the dinner, but you shoo him away to the couch. 

“Nope, I got this. You sit,” you say, lightly shoving his chest away. You leave no room for argument. He grumbles a bit and raises his hands, backing away to the living room. You follow behind him with the pizza and plates, and return once more for the drinks before settling next to him on the couch. He sits on one end, and you sit in the middle, leaving little room between you.

You lean forward, putting pizza on one plate you pass to Joel before grabbing your own, then settle back against the cushion, both sinking in so comfortably a nearly audible sigh fills the room. The comfort in this relief is palpable, and the decompressing can begin. You grab the remote and put on the series you’ve been binging together recently, more for background noise than anything else. 

A few slices and sitcom episodes deep, you’ve set your plates down on the coffee table. With your bellies comfortably full, you’ve somehow slumped deeper, though Joel into the couch and you into his side. His arm is draped over the back of the couch behind you, and you’re nearly laying on him, head propped against his shoulder. 

You hold his free hand in both of yours and absently play with his fingers for a second when you notice the aggressive wear this week has lent his hands. They’re a raw, angry red at the knuckles; his nails are cracked in some places and peeling in others. Moving your fingers gently down toward his wrist, you focus more directly on the state of his, catching sight of a few hangnails and stretched cuticles that can’t be comfortable. He looks down as you begin to worry them beneath the soft pads of your own fingers, and you meet his gaze, brows furrowed as you look between his face and hands. 

“Keep doing that, please,” he says with a sigh before closing his eyes, “I wait all day to feel your hands on mine. They’re so soft.” He lifts your hand to his lips before pressing a feather-light kiss to your knuckles. He loves the delicate, reverent way you play with his hands, like they’re small, fragile things in need of tender attention. You take his hand once again into both of yours and gently rub it between them, looking back up at him, concerned. 

“How do yours feel? They look like they’re hurting you,” you gnaw a bit at your bottom lip in thought, and he tries to assuage your worry.

“I’m alright, darlin’. Nothing worse than I’m used to,” he says. He knows from your deepening frown that you’re less than satisfied with this response.

You couldn’t care less if he’s used to it, he shouldn’t be. You know the protective callouses forged there don’t mean those hands are unfeeling in the slightest.

“Wait there. I’ll be right back,” you say, rising from his side and hastening to the bedroom. It’s his turn to frown now, both in confusion and at the sudden draft that’s appeared at his side.

You return not a minute later with a small tote around your wrist, and hands filled with half the manicure items you own. You sit down next to him and unpack, laying clippers, files, cuticle oil, and two different hand creams — a lotion he’s seen you use regularly, and a jar that must be a new addition — on the coffee table in front of you, along with the selected polishes and remover you had in the tote bag. You’ve been meaning to do your nails, anyway. 

Joel looks incredulously at you, unsure where this is going. Not that he’s a stranger to nail polish — he raised a little girl on his own long enough to have worn the rainbow on his fingers, but tonight? 

“Sorry, no color for you today, honey. Certainly not before these are healed,” you say. He’d chip half your handiwork away by Monday afternoon anyway the way he’s been working lately. Facing him, you cross your legs on the couch and smile, holding your hand out expectantly for his. He raises his eyebrows at you, but places his palm gently in your own. 

You grab the clippers and get to work on the hangnails first. Any peeling skin or cuticle right there at the nail you clip as gently as possible, making note of the reddened and slightly swollen areas at the base of his nail from which they protrude. Those will need careful attention at the end. He doesn’t squirm or react in any way, but you know they’re more sensitive than he’s letting on. 

Next, you clip back any breakages and unevenness in the nails themselves. You’d never find Joel Miller with dirty hands — he gets them clean as soon as he gets home, but all the scrubbing it takes to keep them that way takes its toll. A little trim at their length might help reduce the need for so much each day upon his return. 

After clipping, you grab his first hand again and rest it gently in the palm of your left while your right files steadily to even any rough edges left behind and prevent further injury. It won’t take much, but you’re sure to get them smooth so they won’t catch on anything or bother him later on. 

The cuticle oil is next. He looks at it questioningly, clearly a bit skeptical, only having seen it a few times when you or Sarah used it. He’s never ventured so far himself. While you brush it gently onto each of his nails, you explain its purpose. 

“This’ll just help your nails get a little stronger. It’ll get them hydrated a bit, keep ‘em  from peeling so much when your hands get dry. It’s kinda crazy how much better this stuff is for your nails than even water is. Water’ll make the peeling worse, actually. Weird, huh?”

He just nods along, listening to you, content to learn something new as always. Finger by finger, you massage the oil into his nail and nail bed. After the first round you go back through to massage again, both to make sure no oily feeling is left behind, and to prolong the rapidly concluding process. He could use the attention, anyway.

Finally, you pick up the jar he identified as a new addition: a canister of a hand repair cream labeled for “Healing of dry or cracked skin.”

“Never seen that one before,” he says, reading the label, “What d’ya need this for? Your hands are never dry! I think they’ve been soft every time I’ve held 'em since the day I met ya,” he smiles at you, and you bashfully brush off the compliment. 

“I don’t need it. I use the other one,” you say with finality, opening the jar and pulling the first of his hands into yours. You don’t grab a large dollop of the stuff. You don’t want him to feel a disconcerting weight, grease, or stickiness from this unfamiliar formula, so you get a little and begin. You add a bit more each time you reach a new spot on his knuckles, palms, wrists. 

You take your time, gently massaging into those roughened, tender hands far more than a simple healing salve. He understands why you have the jar now, looking at you knowingly, and you smile back. No words need be exchanged.

Once you’ve finished the last finger and the last stroke on his hands, you squeeze the one in your own, then pat it gently with your other, “There. Gotta feel better now, yeah?”

Joel stares at you like he just watched you reach up and place the moon in the sky, if for no reason other than to light his path. 

“Like you wouldn’t believe. Thank you sweetheart,” he says, squeezing your hand back and smiling reverently at you. You blush beneath his gaze and look away, unsure what to do with the admiration rolling off of him in waves. You lean back against the couch, file in hand as you start going at your own nails. 

“Good. Don’t let 'em go that long again, either. Where they start hurtin’ ya? Maybe we oughta make this a weekly thing. Manicure night? Been needing someone to do my right hand,” you grin, wiggling the corresponding fingers at him. He smiles back at you, then reaches over and pulls you toward his side, back to your original position laying against him, head resting once again on his shoulder.

“Sounds like a plan,” he says fondly into your hair, planting a kiss to your head in the process. You get comfortable once more, foregoing any plans to do your own nails tonight. You both know those “manicure nights” will be for him — and you’ve got Sarah to do your right hand already, when you do hers.

You grab the same free hand once again and admire your work, then lace your fingers between his own, and rest your twined hands on his leg. You’re satisfied knowing the hand behind you on the couch is comfortable now, healing from the week’s toils and melting into the comforting haze of the early autumn evening.

#oops i did it again #fluff without plot #this is my only genre #I just need more SFW care directed at this man #is that so much to ask #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fluff #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #joel the last of us #joel x reader #tlou fanfiction #tlou hbo #joel miller imagine #no outbreak!joel miller #no outbreak au #pre outbreak!joel

[personasintro]

Mutual Help | #37

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

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Haneul is absolutely incredible.

He makes sure to prove that to you on every date and it's not him doing it purposely. It's you who thinks that every time you laugh, smile or just look at him being him. He's become a person you talk to all the time, even if it's just simple text messages, and has become a constant person you hang out with whenever you get the chance.

Ever since Friday happened, you exchanged your numbers in hope of your date, he has shown you how much interested he is in you. He even texted you if you got home safely that night and ever since then, you've been texting nonstop. And by nonstop you mean exactly that, the whole Sunday full of you being on your phone texting him as you planned out your date which happened the next day.

Monday. Your first official date. It was simple, just right for your first date as you got the chance to know him even better, this time without your friends' prying eyes and loud music surrounding you. He took you on a nice dinner, the only right time in your schedule considering you had work that day. You had an hour or so to make yourself look more presentable, trying to freshen up and cover the tiredness off your face.

The dinner was nice, he paid even though you insisted on splitting up the bill. You felt bad, knowing he had a part-time job in a bookstore nearby his college. Haneul insisted, stopping you before you could voice out your concern and distracted you by taking you for a walk alongside Han River.

It was so romantic with the moonlight and street lights, his fingers intertwined with yours as he gave you a shy smile trying to hide his blush. As much as you were shy the first time you held hands, you felt like it's even bigger deal for him as he confessed you couldn't leave his mind after he first met you. He confirmed Yejun's words of him coming to the club in a hope to see you there.

"I'm not a stalker, I promise," he laughed sheepishly that night, "I told my friends about you and they wouldn't let me live ever since, so they would purposely drag my ass there but I can't say I didn't want to go because I wanted to see you again." He told you, your heart warming immediately as you told him that's very sweet and cute of him.

He's more reserved than his friends and if it weren't for you, he would decline their constant nagging of going partying. But he admitted that he doesn't regret going because it means he'd probably never met you.

That night you had your first kiss.

Every day from Monday, no matter how tired you were from your work and Haneul busy with studying and attending class, you've always made time for each other. Went out on dates, from going to watch a movie in the cinema to another dinner. It doesn't really matter where he took you, all that matters was just two of you being two cute people having dates.

Haneul, originally from China but he and his parents moved to Korea when he was five, has stolen your heart and you couldn't say no when he asked you on your fourth date to be his girlfriend. That night you invited him to your place and opened a bottle of wine while talking and watching the movie, cuddling on your couch.

Kisses became much more intense and not just as innocent as before. Making out has become an act that happened on a daily basis as soon as you were safely in your apartment, the only place where you could be alone since Haneul lives in a rented apartment with two of his roommates. He proved to be even more controlled, not letting his hands linger on your skin for too long until you had to take his hands and put them on your ass while you were making out, sitting on his lap.

With Haechan, you moved naturally as things felt right and you feel like you were mostly affected by the curiosity of intimacy, so you wanted to take things further each time you spent together.

But now that you're dating Haneul, you knew more about those things and explored just enough that you became the person to guide him. From what he told you on one of your dates while you were talking about your and his exes, he had only one girlfriend before you and apparently it wasn't anything serious. And that one time you were making out on your couch again, grinding against each other to drive away that thirst, he confessed that he never had sex apart from blowjobs in his previous relationship.

He seemed to be a little embarrassed about it at first, but you assured him there was nothing wrong about being a virgin and you could take things slow. From his point of view he was a twenty, soon to be twenty-one, year old adult in a college with almost no experience (apart from handjobs and blowjobs) whatsoever. Guys his age, roommates, are wild and seeking for sex at every opportunity. But that's what makes him different, better and maybe that's why you started to like him to the point he has become your boyfriend.

"I like you so much," he confessed against your lips, "I don't think I can wait any longer."

So, you experimented and tried to get to know each other more intimately, see what the two of you like and what works the best for you two. You haven't had sex as soon as he confessed his want for you. You felt just the same, wanting to take another step in your maybe short relationship but it doesn't matter because it felt right. Still, the two of you got to know each other's bodies differently with a couple of handjobs, blowjobs and him exploring your own body with his mouth and fingers.

"I told Kiko."

You pause for a second, hands lingering against the cotton material of a greyish sweatshirt as you glance at Jungkook, who's standing beside you holding shopping bags of clothes you've managed to buy.

You're leaving tomorrow to spend some time but most importantly Christmas with your family. As you spoke with Jungkook on the phone yesterday, the two of you had decided to hang out together while you do the final round of Christmas shopping. Most stuff you bought is ordered anyway, already packed nicely to be given.

What Jungkook has just said doesn't come as a surprise, considering he has talked to you about this topic before and you encouraged him to do it. There's no need for him to elaborate more since you already know what he means and is talking about.

"And? How did she react?" you ask mindlessly, taking out the sweatshirt to have a proper look.

The truth is, you're acting way more nonchalantly than you really are and you're trying not to show too much interest in this particular topic, even though you're curious how she has taken the fact you were hooking up with her now boyfriend. You told Jungkook you respect his decision and you do, still trying to remind yourself of that sometimes, but you do hope she had at least a bitter feeling after hearing it. It's only fair for how much she hurt him.

"Surprised? And good, I guess." he answers with a murmur.

Humming, you turn the hanger where the sweatshirt is hanging from around, looking at Jungkook. "What do you think? Will Jimin like this?"

Jungkook sighs, not surprised by the lack of reaction you're giving him but at the same time he can't say he was expecting much. He just thinks you deserve to know that Kiko knows about you two.

"Yeah," he nods to answer you.

"What size should I buy him?" you think out loud, glancing at the label to see what size you're holding right now.

"Medium, he's tiny." Jungkook answers, causing you to snicker as you take the sweatshirt with you since it's medium. It looks a little oversized anyway, so it should fit just right.

"Be glad he doesn't hear you," you chuckle, the two of you turning around to make your way towards the cashiers as you put a hand on Jungkook's back, pushing him forward as he looks cluelessly at you. The poor guy has been shopping with you for the last hour and half, sighing every time you've excitedly led him towards another shop.

Jungkook reacts with a snicker, knowing how whiny and offensive Jimin gets whenever someone teases him for his height and size overall. That someone is usually Jungkook.

When you pay for the clothes you bought for Jimin and your dad, Taehyung's coat is already bought and safely put in one of the shopping bags, you make your way out of the shopping center. In the garage as you approach Jungkook's car, he pulls out his car keys and opens the car from a distance.

"So, did you tell her about us too?" You can't help but go back to the previous conversation which seems unfinished.

"Yeah, well I didn't tell her why we hooked up or anything. I just said we did," he tells you as he opens the truck, loading your bags there while you do the same thing. "Don't worry, I wouldn't talk to her about your sexlife." he reminds you, looking at you to make sure you look him in the eyes as he says it.

That makes you smile. No matter how much Jungkook loves Kiko, he thinks about you too and is considerate automatically without you even telling something.

"I know you wouldn't," you tell him softly, "And it's not like I'd mind it that much anyway, I don't think I'm embarrassed about the fact that we simply agreed on hooking up because I wanted to experiment."

"Still, it's a private and quite intimate topic. I don't think she needs to know any details, she knows the main thing and I think that's enough." he shrugs, closing the truck with a soft thud as all of your shopping bags are placed there.

As you think about it, you do feel a little weird knowing that you and Jungkook hooked up and are completely fine. Not always though, these are just moments when that thought crosses your mind and it's more like bewilderment. Overall, you're glad it hasn't affected your friendship in any way. Still, you've seen him naked, you've experienced what it feels like to have sex with him and you don't think it's something you'll forget. Not necessarily because it was one hell of a ride, but because it's a simple fact. You're not thinking about this every day but there are moments when you're completely bewildered how your friendship works. As long as none of you make it weird, it won't be. You've talked about this numerous times together after all.

Just like what happened with Yoongi. You went back to normal without any problems.

It's more like 'Wow, we pull this off without destroying our friendship or making things weird'. Mainly talking about Jungkook here. Can you even consider Yoongi as your friend? You don't hang out outside work, you just manage to give him a handjob in his brother's office. Oh, fuck. You've to stop thinking about this, it's starting to give you a headache.

You let out a chuckle at your thoughts, just when you sit in the car while Jungkook starts turning on the temperature and pulls out his phone to turn on his playlist. He looks at you, chuckling at your own chuckle. "What?"

"Don't you feel weird knowing we've had sex and are completely fine? Like we forgot it happened in the first place." you speak out your thoughts, mainly amused by them in the first place as Jungkook seems to think about your words for a moment as he shrugs.

"I didn't forget, I remember everything." he cheekily grins, poking the tip of his tongue to the inside of his cheek cockily as you push him in the shoulder while laughing, ignoring the rush of heat in your cheeks.

"Oh, shut up."

"Honestly, I think it doesn't have to be weird if we're fine that it happened. I mean, the both of us are living our own lives and are in a different stage with our relationships." he tells you once your laughs calm down, voice tender but serious at the same time.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," You knew he would always send comfort to your rather overthinking mind."Speaking of our relationships. Do you think I could invite Haneul for New Year's Eve?" you ask, meaning to ask him this for quite some time as you and Haneul talked about your plans for Christmas and NYE a few days ago.

He said he'd spent it with his friends, usually partying, but now he'd like to spend it with you. So, you thought Haneul could join you and your friends. Jungkook is bringing Kiko, Jin has a wife and probably everyone else is bringing a plus one.

Jungkook starts the engine, glancing at you for a moment as he opens his mouth. "Yeah, why not," he shrugs, one of the songs by Billie Eilish already playing from the speakers as you grin at him excitedly. "I'd like to meet the guy anyway." he mutters, causing you to groan.

"No, don't do that." you whine, "Stop acting like my dad."

Jungkook cackles, scrunching his nose as he drives from the underground garage to the main road. "I'm not, I just can't wait to meet him."

It's been around a week since you've told Jungkook about Haneul. You've told him pretty much at the very beginning about him, after your first or second date. You've never had any secrets with Jungkook (minus the incident with your car) and you often tell him things he could live without not knowing, so sharing your private life with him is like a daily routine. Sharing a new person in your life is quite big news, even though you haven't made a big deal out of it and simply told him you're seeing someone while talking with him on the phone.

He hasn't had a huge reaction, nor were you expecting one as he asked about Haneul and how you met him. So you told him everything, from how you went and what an amazing guy he is.

"Don't," you whine through a giggle again, "If you're gonna try to intimidate him, I swear to god. Haneul is such a sweet guy."

"He better be, or I'll kick his ass." Jungkook says, making you laugh again as you start groaning.

"You won't be kicking any ass. Haneul will pass your vibe check, I just know it, he's great. He's treating me right and brings me roses every time he sees me, even though I told him specifically he doesn't have to do that. How sweet is that?"

"Don't you prefer peonies over roses?"

"Not the point," you grit through your teeth, ignoring Jungkook's proud smirk. "He really is great." you gush over your boyfriend again, sighing a content smile as Jungkook snorts under his breath.

"Alright, alright, I get your point. I wasn't trying to intimidate him, by the way," You cock your brow at him, pursing your lips. "I'm just saying I'll let him know what happens if he hurts you."

Rolling your eyes, you hide your smile by looking out of the window. "Alright, alright, Mr. Jeon."

He rolls his eyes playfully, snickering under his breath. There's a beat of silence for a moment, Jungkook silently singing along to Billie's song while thrumming his tattooed fingers against the top of the steering wheel. "You know," he glances at you when he stops at the red light, giving you a toothed grin. "Maybe we could go on a double date."

You see how the corner of his lips twitches when he sees your glare. "Don't push it." you murmur through clenched teeth, fighting off a smile when you hear Jungkook's bubbly laugh as he steps on the engine as soon as there's a green light.

The rest of the ride is spent with Jungkook's soft singing and brief conversations. Jungkook is leaving for Busan in two days, taking some editing work with him to spend more time with his family. From what you understood, he's going alone. Not that it matters whether Kiko is going too or not. She went to Busan to spend Christmas with Jungkook and his family last year. It looks like they've decided to spend this holiday separately. You're not sure if she's going to Japan for a few days, probably not since it wouldn't be that convenient considering you're going on NYE trip on 28th and maybe her family is coming instead of her. Well, if she's going to Japan she could stay there and not come back.

You almost cackle loudly at your bitter thoughts, knowing if Jungkook could hear them he would be disappointed. But not surprised, right?

Somehow the universe seems to have its own twisted way of punishing you with endless and bitter thoughts about Kiko, it seems like God or whoever is up there loves her, because your eyes almost bulge out at the sight of Haneul in front of your apartment building. You don't notice him, not until Jungkook parks his car and the two of you get out of it.

He waves at you with a bright grin, your eyes widening as Jungkook follows your line of vision. He hasn't seen Haneul yet, he hasn't even met him in the first place. You thought your best friend meeting your boyfriend will wait until the NYE trip, that's what you hoped for. It's not like you don't want them to meet. Considering your previous conversation with Jungkook, you feel like you haven't made it clear enough for Jungkook to save his protective persona. You're more nervous for Haneul meeting Jungkook than Haneul himself, who's already walking towards you with the still same bright smile.

It's even worse when you both stand in front of the truck, Jungkook opening it as he turns to you, lips already curved in a satisfied smirk. "Looks like I'm meeting your little boyfriend."

You frown, ready to tell him to piss off and maybe threaten him a little (not that it'd help but you'd still feel better), but it's too late when you hear Haneul.

"Hey, I was just about to ring you." Haneul says when he's in a closer proximity.

You give him a smile, taking a few steps towards him as he welcomes you with a sweet peck. You shyly pull away. "Hey, I thought you'd come later." you tell him lightly, seeing him shrug as he hides his hands into his burgundy jacket pockets.

You made plans to hang out one last time before you depart to your hometown to see your family. He was supposed to come in half an hour.

"Yeah, my class finished earlier," he simply answers, eyes shining as he's looking at you with that adorable smile. You're about to say something, your own lips curled in an adoring smile but before you can open your mouth, Haneul's eyes shift to Jungkook.

Jungkook naturally came up in your conversation on one of the dates when you were talking about your and Haneul's friends. He has a very important place in your life, he's your best friend after all and you don't have any reason not to mention him. You still remember Haneul's interested expression when you told him your best friend is a guy. When you started talking about Jungkook and your friendship, he quickly understood that you and him are very close.

Yet, not even once he questioned your friendship and looked like he's suspecting anything, like most of your friends or people who simply don't believe in a friendship between a woman and a man. He even told you that's cool, since most of your friends are guys. One of the reasons Haneul is so understanding and sweet. He's different and very kind.

The topic of you and Jungkook hooking up before hasn't been the right topic for any of your dates. You weren't about to spill your private sexlife at him on one of your first dates while you talked about your friends. You'll tell him, you know you can trust him now that he's your boyfriend. You just wanted to see whether your relationship is going to be something more serious. But not that you're dating, it's only fair for him to know what happened between you and Jungkook.

You would lie if you said you're not slightly frightened about his reaction. But you're not going to keep that away from him, now that he's about to meet Jungkook and probably see him more often. You can kind of relate to Jungkook when he said he can't be between you and Kiko. You're not in the same situation but the thought of them hating each other makes your stomach clench with uneasiness.

Haneul already knew you're with Jungkook, shopping for some last minute presents. Not even once he showed a sign of jealousy or something negative, not even now as he smiles at Jungkook.

"Hey, I'm Haneul." he tells him lightly, grinning as your heart swells at his cuteness. You watch him outstretching his hand towards Jungkook.

You don't realize you're eyeing Jungkook from the side, sending him warning daggers not until he glances at you before he takes Haneul's hand and shakes it.

"Jungkook." he introduces himself simply, giving him a faint smile in greeting.

"I've heard so much about you," Haneul starts, letting out almost like a nervous chuckle, your lips pursing as Jungkook gives you a teasing grin.

"Have you?" he muses, still smirking at you as you roll your eyes. "Glad to know you haven't forgotten me." he teases you, pinching your cheeks as you slap his hands away.

"Don't make me aggressive, Jeon." you warn him, hiding your amused grin as Haneul stares at the odd interaction between you. Still, he's grinning almost amusingly at you both. It's because he probably hasn't seen you being annoyed and this kind of playful before.

"Aggressive, isn't she?" Jungkook looks at Haneul, grinning as he points at you while you slap his finger away.

Haneul laughs, throwing his head back in laughter as he looks at you. "I don't think so, she's totally harmless. Right, princess?" Haneul teases you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he pulls you closer. You purse your lips at the pet name, shyly avoiding Jungkook's eyes.

It feels different when he calls you that in front of someone else in your presence – Jungkook out of all people.

"You're in for a wild ride," Jungkook snorts, ignoring your glare as he cackles under his breath. "Should I help you with the bags?" Jungkook asks, holding your shopping bags as you quickly snatch it from him as he starts grinning at your rapid reaction.

"No, you should go," you dismiss him, thanking Haneul as he helps you with the bags. "You already met him, so kindly shoo away."

"Oh come on, don't be so rude," Jungkook feigns a whine, shutting his truck. "I'm not that bad, am I Haneul?" he spreads his arms as if the answer is obvious, looking at Haneul who shakes his head with a breathy laugh.

"That's debatable." you mutter, grinning innocently at Jungkook when his amusement falls and he sends you a glare.

"You see? Women. You drive them home, walk behind them like a puppy for two hours in a shopping center and she gives you this attitude," Jungkook complains, tsking as he playfully looks at you and you snort at his playfulness. "Lucky for you I've somewhere else to be."

"Ah, such a shame." You're the one who feigns a pout this time, devilishly laughing at his glare.

Just like nothing happened, he's outstretching his arms for you as you chuckle and walk into his arms. "Call me when you get to your parents, alright?" he murmurs as he hugs you.

"Uhm," you hum against him, nose digging into his cold and padded jacket. "Say hi to your parents from me."

"Likewise." he says when the two of you pull away.

You nod, waving him off as he's already going back into the car. You and Haneul make your way towards the apartment building, cold spreading on your already red cheeks.

"Well, that was something," Haneul chuckles, aiming at the meeting of Jungkook. "He's a cool guy," You hum, opening the door for the two of you as your kind boyfriend takes all the bags from your hands.

"And a strong one." he adds as you chuckle, frowning in confusion.

"Strong?"

"He almost cut my blood flow when he shook my hand." Haneul chuckles, noticing how you're not surprised, not even a bit.

How could you, Jungkook looked suspiciously fine, so you're not surprised he did something like that.

"I'm sorry about that." you chuckle, pressing the button of the elevator as the door opens and you step in.

"No, it's okay. It's good that he's protective. Luckily for him, you don't need his protection anymore. You've got me." Haneul jokes, wiggling his brows as you giggle before he leans down and kisses your lips.

"Yeah," you breathe out a chuckle, "Just don't tell that in front of him."

You both laugh, making your way to your home. Haneul is the first one to take the shoes off and you kindly ask him to put the shopping bags into your room, warning him not to peek inside since there are some presents for him too. He promises he won't look, cutely grinning at you as he goes to your bedroom. As you're taking off your jacket, your phone vibrates with a new message.

Kook: isn't he too young? 

You can hear the teasing in his voice even through the message, knowing he's just being his annoying self. You won't let him get to you. You laugh at the message, thumbs already moving to text him back.

"Fuck you"

His response comes in a few seconds.

Kook: you wish

You gasp at his message before an amused smirk plays on your lips, your thumbs already writing your response.

"Oh wait already done that"

Snorting, you send him the emoji of a middle finger too just for the right measure, shoving your phone into the pocket of your jeans. You just know he's cackling at your response and you shake your head, chuckling to yourself as you follow Haneul, ready to hide your presents until you can safely wrap them.

"...you know what he's like. He basically interrogated me in the middle of dinner. At least he wasn't showing his set of knives this time."

His childhood bedroom is swallowed in darkness and silence as he lays in his empty bed, hand clutching the phone to his ear.

Jungkook laughs at that, trying to silence his laugh by pressing his lips together. Everyone has already gone to bed and the last thing he wants is for his mom to scold him in the morning for being loud.

The story of your dad's knives is quite remarkable. You've never been that kind of daughter to sneak guys to her home when your parents were there, or even if they weren't. From what you've told Jungkook, from the period when you didn't know each other, you weren't that kind of girl to bring any guy to your home. It wasn't intentional, you just didn't really find any guy to invite home.

Even though you don't admit it or think that, you've always been beautiful. You were cute as a kid and beautiful even in your teenage years when most of the kids would have a glow up. You didn't need that. Jungkook has seen your childhood pictures a few times and no matter how many times you waved him off, brushing off his comments whenever you got embarrassed at him for looking at them in the first place.

"Oh god, this is so awkward. How could I have worn that?" You'd always whine, snatching the picture from his hands as you hid it with flushed cheeks.

Everyone thinks they had a bad looking phase, if not – they're lying. Even Jungkook's photos from his own childhood and teenage years are proof of that. He'd had the same reaction whenever his mom showed you those pictures, wanting to snatch them from your hands as he started screaming out of embarrassment.

Cute bunny. That's what you always called him when you saw twelve years old Jungkook with a bad haircut and bunny toothed grin.

However, Jungkook doesn't think you had a bad phase. It's simply true. You've lost your baby fat over your teenage years and even though some pictures might've been cringe-worthy, he didn't see why you were freaking about them so much.

You had to be aware that you're not ugly. The amount of guys that used to bother you with their intrusiveness speaks for it. You hate intrusive people, guys even more.

And whenever you'd mention any guy to your dad, teasing him because you liked his protective dad reactions because they were funny, he'd always show you his knives and inform you how sharp they are. You and Jungkook would always laugh about it, not that Jungkook has witnessed your dad doing that. It's just enough he heard you telling him that.

It became this joke that seemed almost forgotten, until you've just mentioned it.

Your father is a funny guy, he's not some psycho that would actually hurt anyone. Still, like every father, he's protective of his precious daughter that gets her looks from him. Your dad used to be a heartbreaker, not intentionally, his handsomeness even surprised Jungkook when he saw his pictures from a young age. It runs in the family, that's what he thought while looking at your family's pictures.

Apparently, you mentioned Haneul over the Christmas dinner, so your dad asked a lot of questions which is understandable. Now that you're older, your father is more fine with guys being around you.

But instead of trying to snatch any guy that would be able to fall on his knees for you, you always pushed them away. It kind of stuck to you until this day. Having a boyfriend and wanting to have a relationship is different. The amount of guys Jungkook had to push away from you and tell them to fuck off because you found them annoying and kindly asked Jungkook to take care of it whenever you went clubbing, is huge. Sometimes you didn't even have to tell him, all it took was one glance and Jungkook was already on his way to you. On the other hand, men in clubs think they can do anything just because they're out having fun, trying it on every girl. It happens to every girl in the club, not just to you.

Maybe that's one of the reasons you don't enjoy clubbing that much. You do enjoy it when you're drunk and have friends around you. It makes you feel safe.

"How was your Christmas? I saw the photos on Instagram, Haru is so freaking cute." he hears you gush over his little niece, causing Jungkook to smile as he remembers her big eyes and a big smile when she saw all the presents.

Jungwon, Sona and Haru stayed at his parents' house as well. As much as Jungkook loves his family, he's happy there's finally silence and his eardrums are not ready to burst.

"Great," Jungkook chuckles, "Everyone's finally sleeping. As much as I love Haru, she was crying for like half an hour and stopped just like fifteen minutes ago."

The whole time Jungkook was calling with Kiko, Haru cried through most of it and it was so loud that even she could hear it. Mentioning her, Jungkook has told his parents that they got back together when Jungkook's mom was asking about Kiko.

"She should've come here too then!" Jungkook's mom said when she found out.

"She's spending it with her family." Jungkook easily replied which is true. He wasn't lying when he said that.

What his parents don't know is the fact that Jungkook didn't ask her to come to Busan with him. He's happy they're back together, but he also acknowledges there are certain things that are different now and he wanted to spend this year with his family only. Them getting back together still feels fresh in some kind of way. So they talked about it and came to the conclusion it'd be better if they celebrated this family holiday with their own families.

Kiko was fine with it. Something tells him the only reason she was okay with not going with him this year, is the fact that she's probably embarrassed even though Jungkook's parents don't know anything about why they broke up because he didn't tell them.

"She's a baby. Babies cry." He hears you giggle, your own voice hushed meaning you're in your room too and everyone's probably sleeping as well. Well, it's almost midnight so it would make sense.

"I know that," he points out and you can perfectly imagine his frown, thanks to his slightly offended but feigned tone. "I kinda wish they went home."

"Jungkook!" he hears you exclaim, giggling right after as he starts laughing with you.

"I'm joking, I'm joking!" he exclaims back through his laugh, trying to muffle it with his hand.

You both giggle, trying to calm down. "Listen, I talked with Jin and told him you're bringing a plus one. He's fine with it, just thought you should know."

"Yeah, thanks." He hears the smile of appreciation in your voice.

The two of you talk for a couple more minutes, voices already sounding tired before you decide to end the almost thirty minutes long call.

"Y/N?" you hear Jungkook murmur, his own voice thick with sleepiness and raspiness as he hears you hum. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Kook." He hears you smile, already hearing you falling asleep as he ends the call, finally allowing himself to rest.

That is until he hears Haru's cries from the other room again, causing him to sigh as he lies on the side, grabbing one of the pillows and pressing it onto his ear. Yeah, he wasn't lying when he said he wishes they went home.

"Bring your boyfriend sometimes."

Those were the words your dad said to you once you were leaving, ready to go back to Seoul. Your boyfriend. You're not surprised he didn't say his name, knowing your dad it was his way of teasing you or he simply forgot what his name is. At least your mom playfully rolled her eyes, swatting her husband in the chest.

"What he means by that, is that we'd love to meet him sometimes." she corrected, glancing at her husband with raised brow as you snorted.

You might not live with them anymore, but you know them very well. Especially your father and his tactics and role of being a protective dad.

"Don't give me that look," you told him, tugging your suitcase with you. "There's no need to be protective, even when you meet him. Jungkook made sure of that."

"I've always liked him." Your dad said, the words aimed at Jungkook as you simply chuckled at how relieved he seemed to look, knowing there is at least one person being as protective of you as your father.

However, you're not sure what your dad would think if he saw you right now.

The moans ripple from your throat, your cheek pressed against your pillow as you spread your legs even further apart to give Haneul enough space for him to thrust deeper. Now is definitely not the time to think about your father and their possible future meeting, you plan on introducing him to your parents and family. That can wait though.

After you came back to Seoul, relaxed and fully excited to see Haneul again, you met the same day you arrived back home. He came with a bouquet of roses, welcomed you with a kiss as you both started talking about your Christmas and the days you were apart. You exchanged Christmas presents too, your heart swelling at Haneul's cuteness as he kept smiling whenever you opened one of his presents for you. One thing led to another and things got much more heated which slowly led to Haneul confessing that he's ready and if you want him, he'd love to take another step into your relationship.

Maybe you're moving too quickly, although you don't think about it that way. Everything you do together seems natural and you both enjoy it. So, you agreed. That night you took Haneul's virginity while riding him before he fully dived into the world of sex and orgasms. And you've been more than happy to cooperate, desperate for his touch too.

"Let's do it again." Were his words when you brought him his first orgasm that night, your own orgasm ripped away from you since he came much faster than all those times when you gave him a blowjob.

There was nothing embarrassing about it. It's the first time he has ever experienced that feeling of being inside someone else and you made sure he knew that, showered him with kisses on his red cheeks and face full of embarrassment.

"You should take a break." you laughed at his determination of having sex again.

Twenty minutes later and you were doing it again, this time Haneul taking the control as he lasted longer and snapped that knot in your stomach, finally bringing an orgasm to your eager self.

A day later and you still can't keep your hands from each other. Haneul has stayed at your place ever since you've come back from your parents' house and those days have been spent with nothing but sex and constant cuddling. Since he's free from classes, thanks to the winter break, he brought some of his clothes to your place as you'll straight go from here to the cabin to celebrate New Year's Eve and spend a few days there to just relax. Your departure is scheduled tomorrow, still having two days to settle down in the cabin before the New Year's Eve comes.

The buzzing of your phone shakes you out from the pleasure as you groan, reaching for your phone. Haneul stops, still staying inside of you as he peeks at you from his fucked out state. You look at your phone, eyes widening at the name flashing on the screen.

Jungkook.

For some reason, your stomach drops at the absurd situation of him calling you right now while you're in the middle of something. You ignore the call, turning off the buzzing by pressing your volume button as you turn to Haneul.

"It's Jungkook," you explain, "I'll just call him back later."

He nods, leaning down to kiss you before he starts pulling out before he thrusts. You make yourself comfortable, the side of your face meeting the softness of your pillow as you sigh in content as the pleasure slowly builds back in.

He's barely in his third thrust as your phone starts to buzz again.

"Continue." you tell him over your shoulder, hearing him groan in response as he listens to you.

You do the same thing, turning off the buzzing. This way you don't cancel the call, Jungkook is just going to think you're not answering because you don't have your phone with you. Having sex while your phone keeps buzzing would be distracting anyways, so it's better to turn the buzzing off. Putting your phone back on your nightstand, you moan as Haneul's length brushes against your sensitive spot while he groans at your walls tightening around him.

"Crap, I don't know how much I'll last." he groans, hands gripping your hips as you moan in response.

You feel yourself getting there, orgasm approaching as you clutch your sheets between your hands, telling Haneul you're close. He picks up the pace, bottom lip tucked between your lips, you encourage him to go harder before your phone starts to buzz again. The two of you groan at the same time, Haneul stopping his movements and this way your orgasm is gone in a second. Your lips curl in disappointment and frustration.

"Just answer him." Haneul sighs, pulling out of you, his length slapping against his abdomen as you bite your bottom lip at the sight.

Freaking Jeon. You sigh, reaching for your phone as you accept the call, already pressing it to your ear.

"Yah, where are you?" Jungkook speaks as soon as he notices you've accepted the call, his Busan accent coming through as you snicker.

"Hello to you too," you say ironically, chuckling right after. "Sorry, I was busy." you murmur, glancing over your shoulder at Haneul whose lips quirk up in a smirk, mimicking your own as you suppress the giggle that wants to ripple from your throat.

"Busy doing what?"

And he calls you curious.

"Just packing my stuff." you reply, clearing your throat as you feel Haneul's hands on your spine slowly coming to your ass cheeks.

You glance at him, raising his brow as he innocently shrugs and just traces his fingers on your exposed skin. Your thighs are starting to ache from the now awkward position as you hear Jungkook's voice again.

"I was just calling and checking in with you. Who are you driving with? We still have space in my car, I was wondering if you want to go with us." The caution in his voice is noticeable but somehow he remains soft and calm.

As much as you'd love to ride with Jungkook, knowing the rides in his car are always better than the chaotic duo consisting of Taehyung and Jimin. However, the thought of you spending a four hour long ride with Kiko in the same car is a huge no. You'd rather walk there than share a car with her. You get the feeling Jungkook knows that, that's why he sounds so cautious, but at the same time he's his usual self, sweet and caring, to ask just in case you'd want to go with them.

"Oh, no it's fine. I already talked to Jimin yesterday and he--ahh," you gasp as you feel Haenul's length pressing back inside you as you stare at him with widened eyes.

Index finger on his lips, he tells you silently to keep quiet as you bite your lip.

"You good?" Jungkook asks unsurely, the worry in his voice obvious as you feel your heart beating fast against your ribcage.

"Yeah, yeah, what was I saying," you nervously chuckle, biting into your lip again as Haneul picks up the pace. Fuck, you hope he doesn't hear the sound of your and Haneul's skin slapping, even though he still holds somehow steady and not that fast pace, so the sounds of your explicit actions are minimal.

"Oh yeah, I talked to Jimin and we're going with them. They still have two places left, so..." you trail off. Not from the awkwardness of declining Jungkook's kind offer, but from the fact Haneul reaches down between your legs and circles your sensitive bud of nerves.

You gasp into the pillow, momentarily forgetting Jungkook's on the phone as you hear your name coming from his lips. The low and slow tone as he says it completely goes unnoticed by you, until you hear him again.

"What are you doing?"

It's a simple question, yet the knowing tone in his voice causes your stomach to drop for the second time as you clear your tone. Your instinct reacts automatically, the need to get an orgasm is strong as you embrace yourself to keep your voice steady which you're doing an awful job at.

"I gotta go, I'll call you later." And you end the call before he can utter a single word, tossing your phone away as Haneul gets rougher and faster with each thrust.

The slight embarrassment comes right after you come around Haneul's length, his own orgasm filling up the condom as he goes to dispose himself off it as you lay on your back, staring at your plain ceiling. Jungkook's low tone rings in your ears and with each passing second you realize that fuck, Jungkook just maybe heard you while you were having sex with your boyfriend. There's a chance he probably didn't know what you were doing.

Yet, it's his voice and that tone stuck in your mind for the rest of the night. You don't call him back that night. He doesn't either.

Jimin and Taehyung come to pick you up the next morning, stuffing Jimin's almost full truck with your and Haneul's suitcases for a good five minutes until it can be shut. Just like you predicted and already knew, riding in the same car as Taehyung, it's guaranteed there won't be a minute of silence. The four hour ride is long, mainly filled with Taehyung's passionate and loud singing that to be fair, makes even you laugh. The social butterfly he is, once Jimin scolds him and tells him to shut up, he starts to make conversation with Haneul who's sitting right behind him, politely and friendly answering any of Taehyung's curious questions.

Thankfully, he doesn't bring up Jungkook and you 'dating' which makes your stomach clench uneasy for the entire ride. You still need to tell him it was all fake, before he could accidentally spill it out and before you can tell Haneul about it. Fortunately, whenever Jungkook's name somehow pops up in one of Taehyung's stories, he doesn't mention anything about you and him. Even Jimin gives you a thoughtful look in the rear mirror while he's driving, giving you a slight smile.

It's not until you've to make a stop at the gas station because Taehyung drank a lot of water and needs to use the restroom, that Jimin turns to you and gives you an assuring smile. While Haneul went to grab and buy some snacks for everyone, it's only you and Jimin in the car.

"I told Tae not to bring up you and Jungkook 'dating'," He even makes air quotes which makes you chuckle, "I just told him it might be uncomfortable for you and Haneul too if he brought that up."

"Thanks Jiminie," you give him a smile, "You're a literal sweetheart." you tell him honestly, fully realizing his kindness.

"I know it's not any of my business, but I think you should tell him soon if that's what you're still planning to do. You know Tae, sometimes he doesn't realize he spilled something after it's done."

It's true. You love Taehyung and you know he's having your back just as much as Jimin does. The only difference between him and Jimin is that Taehyung means no harm but has a big mouth especially when he's enjoying himself, meaning whenever there's alcohol. There's no doubt there will be lots of it once you arrive at Seokjin's cabin.

"Yeah, I know," you sigh, "I'll tell him as soon as it's possible." you promise more to yourself than Jimin, already seeing Haneul and Taehyung laughing while walking out of the gas station with a huge bag full of snacks.

Surely, that was Taehyung's idea.

The rest of the ride is more calm while Taehyung stuffs his mouth with snacks, silently listening to the casual conversation happening between you, Jimin and Haneul. It's until Jimin informs everyone that you're five minutes from the cabin, that you pay more attention to your surroundings. The road is snowy but Jimin manages to drive safely and slowly up the hill. You can see a few cabins along the way until you ride more up the hill, the place more separated from the rest of the cabins.

You can already see a few cars parked in front of the wooden cabin, recognizing Jungkook's car almost immediately as your eyes widen.

"This is the cabin?" you ask, staring at it completely thrown off by its appearance. It's massive.

You knew it'd be a bigger size since a lot of you are coming and from what you've heard from Jungkook, there are enough rooms for two people sharing one bedroom. You didn't expect this cabin to be so big and modern, reminding you of those cabins they portray in American movies. It even has a set of huge windows in the middle of it, if it weren't for the daylight you'd be able to see inside. If this looks so magical from the outside, you're not sure how beautiful it must look inside. Even the huge trees behind it make it even more magical and breathtaking.

"Yeah, Jin's parents are loaded if you couldn't tell." Jimin answers, chuckling as he parks behind Jungkook's black Mercedes.

Everyone unbuckles their seatbelts, not wasting any time to just sit in the car and admire the surroundings behind a window. Jimin opens the truck, handing everyone their suitcases as Taehyung starts waving at Hoseok and Jin who are standing in the distance. They wave at him, or at everyone as Taehyung rushes with his suitcase to meet his friends.

"Tae, you forgot your bag!" Jimin shouts at him, holding Taehyung's duffel bag but the younger one easily ignores him even though he obviously heard him. "Dumbass." Jimin mutters, earning a giggle from you.

Haneul helps you with your suitcase, grinning at you when you look at him to thank him with a smile on your lips. He's already holding his own suitcase that Jimin so kindly handed him. When everyone has their suitcases and travel bags, leaving the truck empty, Jimin shuts it.

"Hey, you guys made it!"

You glance at Jungkook who's happily grinning and walking towards you. He's wearing a dark green sweatshirt with black jeans, his favorite black padded jacket unzipped which you'd usually scold him about considering it's cold.

"Hey, yeah, we had to make a stop at the gas station because someone had to drink the whole water bottle." Jimin ironically snickers, already annoyed at Taehyung for leaving his stuff for Jimin to carry as Jungkook's eyes look at you.

You quickly jump into action, shaking your head. "Don't look at me, it wasn't me. It was Taehyung." Jungkook chuckles at your quick need to clarify.

"Obviously," he playfully rolls his eyes, stretching his arms to hug you as you hug him back. He does the same thing with Jimin as he helps him with Taehyung's bag, giving a nod to Haneul in greeting. "Everyone's mostly settled, so you should pick your rooms fast."

Jin is already approaching you, welcoming everyone with a bright smile as he shares his enthusiasm with everyone coming.

"Come, I'll show you the cabin and you can pick any free room." he offers, taking the bag from Jungkook's hands.

In the distance, you notice Namjoon walking into the cabin with a woman next to him as they hold hands. Oh, you totally forgot he has a girlfriend. It's nice to see him again. Even though you've only seen him once, the camping trip is still very memorable in your mind for many reasons, Namjoon is a cool guy. He was very easy to talk to and very sweet, which you don't get those vibes from a lot of people, especially when it's the first time you meet them.

"Hey, I got you something. Can I steal you for a moment?" Jungkook asks, eyes focused on you as you respond with a nod.

"Will you pick our room please? I'll be right there in a second." you tell Haneul, taking your suitcase from his hands insisting he doesn't have to carry it since his hands are already full with his suitcase and your travel bag. The least you can do is take care of your suitcase.

"Yeah, sure." he smiles, leaning down to kiss you which you happily welcome as Jin calls out for him.

"There will be lots of time to be all lovey-dovey, come on!" Jin yells at Haneul, causing him to blush as Jimin's bubbly laugh resounds. You catch him slapping Jin's arm teasingly while the older cackles loudly, leading them to the cabin when Haneul catches up to them.

"What's up?" you ask Jungkook as he wraps his hand around your wrist and gently tugs you towards his car.

"I wanted to give you this later, but I've been driving this in my car for a few days. Plus, I think you might put a good use to one of those things." he answers, cheekily grinning at you as he opens his own truck.

Not going to lie, you're kind of unsure about what to expect. The last time he surprised you with a gift... he shocked you too much with it. However, you couldn't put a good use to that gift. Not without him which was so freakin frustrating that you wanted to smack it against the wall. It's safely hidden underneath your bed for no one to see.

You look into the truck, seeing nicely wrapped up presents as your features soften, already staring at Jungkook. "You brought me Christmas presents?"

Presents. Not a present that you and Jungkook agreed on, since you don't want him to waste his money on you by buying you multiple things. You're both too stubborn not to buy anything for each other, so you settled on one present instead. Looks like he can't keep his promise while he just innocently grins as if he could read your mind. He doesn't have to, your expression says it all which you're completely oblivious about.

"You can unwrap them later," he says, taking one of the presents that is wrapped in gold wrapping with little snowmans on it. "I think you could use this one though."

You take it, quirking your brow at him, still not approving he bought you more than one present. But Jungkook doesn't care, nudging his head in the direction of his present to urge you to open it. You do, the glimpse of light yellow fabric is just enough to give you a clue what it is. Your mind is already going back to that time you've last seen him, as you shopped for Christmas presents.

"Wow, this is cute!" you call out, nudging Jungkook to get him out of your way as your eyes stay focused on the light yellow knitted sweater that's hanging on the rack. 

You hear Jungkook snickering but he follows you, getting to you as you're already reaching for it and examining it from close. "Isn't it pretty?" you ask, eyes sparking as you look at Jungkook.

"It is." he says simply, causing you to roll your eyes at the lack of his reaction. Typical man. 

You dive your hand into the sweater, trying to find the price tag which takes a few seconds as you pull it out and check the price. The price spills out of your mouth in a shocked and disapproving manner as you scoff. 

"Are they serious? They want this much for a simple sweater?" 

The truth is, the sweater is completely soft and without doubt warm for this cold weather. You could probably afford it, but you're trying to save as much money as you can for your car and presents for your friends and family. That's the main priority right now. Besides, you've a lot of clothes and this sweater for its price is just not worth it. 

"It's not even that pretty. Just put it back." Jungkook says, taking the sweater from your hands as he hangs it back while you pout. 

You want to argue with him that it is pretty but you know you don't need it. So you just sigh, focusing on finding a decent present for Jimin as you already make your way towards the men section. Jungkook trails behind you like he's been doing for the past hour.

"You bought me that sweater?" you almost yell, eyes widening at Jungkook who seems to be genuinely happy to see your reaction as he bites into his lower lip and nods. "But I thought it's not that pretty." you tease him, glancing at him as he innocently grins.

"I just said that so you'd put it back," That explains while he took it from your hands before you could even take one last glance at it. "I went back to buy it after I drove you home."

Your heart warms at the new information, your shoulders slouching as you pout at his kindness. You can't believe he went back and bought it for you. The price was ridiculous for such a piece of fabric, even though you secretly love it. Well, maybe not that secretly judging from the way your eyes sparkle when you look at the sweater. It's not the fact you actually got it. It's the fact Jungkook put the effort to buy it for you, not caring about the price or the fact he had to go back to the shopping center after walking around there with you for two hours.

"You're such an idiot." you murmur, sniffling as he starts laughing at your current state.

"One way to show your gratitude." he jokes, causing you to glare at him.

"It was too expensive." you point out. Of course, you're grateful he bought it for you. You'd be grateful nevertheless of what he'd buy you. You don't like when people spend their money on you and Jungkook tends to do that a lot. With your approaching birthday, you're not sure what he'll buy you then.

You always try to buy him something useful and of course, something he'd love to have. But it's incredibly hard to buy him something since most of the things he wants, he simply buys for himself. When he had his birthday in September, you invited him to dinner, a Korean barbeque, along with Taehyung and Jimin and gave him a cute bunny key-chain. It was after you went back home and stumbled on this open shop with stupid but cute things. Taehyung went there immediately, so the three of you waited outside for him as you just browsed through the rack of key-chains outside. You joked the bunny looks like Jungkook which he rolled his eyes at but grinned nevertheless of you teasing him. It's not something he'd obviously buy for himself and it's not something useful. But you went inside and bought it for him.

"It can be your lucky charm." you simply told him when you gave it to him.

He grinned cutely, scrunched his nose as always as he put the keychain onto his keys, dangling with it in the air.

"I don't care," Jungkook tells you, ignoring your comment of the sweater being too expensive. "I even washed it for you."

That's true. There's no trace of the price tag, which is usually cut off anyways before you give it to someone as a gift. But as you bring the sweater to your nose, you recognize Jungkook's fabric softener right away and you gush at the sweet but soft smell.

"Thank you." you tell him, pulling from the sweater as you hug him.

He laughs, hugging you back. "It's nothing."

"It's not nothing, Kook," you murmur against him, pulling away. "I've got your presents with me too."

Yes, Jungkook isn't the only one who thought about this. He's also not the only one who bought more presents than just one. You're guilty too, but only because you had a suspicion he'll do this.

Jungkook playfully rolls his eyes, snickering at you as you proudly grin at him, your face screaming 'See? You're not the only one'.

"We can just unwrap the rest of it later, with Tae and Jimin too." you think out loud which Jungkook nods to, agreeing with you since he brought their presents with him too.

Jimin and Taehyung have also brought their presents for you and Jungkook too, so like every year, you're going to unwrap them too and witness their reactions to your presents while unwrapping them.

You clutch Jungkook's present to your chest, ready to join the others until Jungkook stops you with a soft 'hey', his hand grabbing your wrist. Staring at him curiously, you hum in response.

"What was that call earlier?" he asks, your throat getting dry right away as you're trying to keep your natural and automatic reaction at bay.

You can't read Jungkook's expression at all, it seems like he's asking you a casual thing but in reality, he's mentioning yesterday's call. He definitely heard something, you're not sure if he knows or not, but all you can do is act like nothing happened. The fact he's bringing this out of nowhere makes you embarrassed because this has never happened before. You wouldn't care about it if he didn't just bring it up.

"I don't know what you're talking about." you tell him casually, lips pressed in a tight line as he lets go off your wrist with an amused chuckle. Okay, he definitely sees right through you. What did you expect, right?

Still, you don't give him that satisfaction of giving him a reaction as you hold your head high and raise a brow at him.

"You're awful at lying, I told you that many times." he jokes, shaking his head at you as a frown makes its way to your face. "Lighten up, I'm just teasing you."

Still, you clench your jaw in the same embarrassment as you can feel your cheeks heathen up. Thank god for the cold outside, your cheeks are already red from it.

"I'm not lying." you pathetically state, knowing he doesn't believe you a single word as he chuckles again. Lowly and deep.

Your breath catches in your throat when he leans towards you, lips dangerously close to your ear as you can feel his hot breath against your skin.

"I think you forgot that I know how you sound when you're getting fucked."

If it could be realistic, your jaw would hit the floor at how easy he says it, your heart almost jumping out of your chest as your insides tremble with something you can't put your finger on. Is it an embarrassment? Excitement from the words he just said to you? Why would you be excited? That doesn't make sense. Jungkook has a great way of talking and choosing his words, making anyone flustered.

"Hey, there you are!"

Before you can try to get some word mess out of your mouth, there's a feminine voice you recognize in a second coming your way. You look behind Jungkook to find Kiko approaching you, wearing just a cardigan as she hugs it closer to herself. Great, just what you needed right now.

You're still in shock from Jungkook's honesty and bluntness to fully grasp the fact, there's Kiko approaching the two of you until she stands beside Jungkook.

"I was waiting for you, I already picked our room," Kiko smiles at Jungkook, directing her brown eyes to glance at you. "Hi, Y/N." she says, somehow cautiously and you'd mentally snicker at how careful she seems to be while facing you again, if your head wasn't screaming at Jungkook's bluntness. Your own eyes stare at Jungkook who simply watches you waiting for you to say something.

"Hi," you let out a dry greeting, not even hiding the fact you're not pleased to be in her company. "I should pick our room too." you murmur, walking away from them with an annoyed huff as you hear Jungkook sigh.

"What are you doing here in the cold wearing just this? You'll get sick." he scolds Kiko gently and when you glance across your shoulder, you see him pulling her closer to his side to warm her up.One glance at them and you're ready to fume, especially at the sight of her in her full princess and innocent glory. Just great. When you thought you could actually make it through this trip without feeling annoyed.

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Hi! I was wondering if request are still available, if you could do one where all the boys find out their mate making or has made dolls of them. I think that they could have a cute sit funny reaction. I will leave most of it to you!

I hope you like this!💜

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I'd always been creative if I were to believe both my parents and my teachers. I had always been drawing during class, making papercranes out of the burgerwrappers if we went out for dinner. I was always just making things. I was nine when I read Coraline. The creepy button-eyed dolls, the fear of having your own eyes replaced by buttons - as a kid it terrified me. As an adult, it was my inspiration.

Ever since I was seventeen, I'd been making these dolls, and now, at twenty-three, I'd say that I was incredibly skilled at making them. The dolls I made were sometimes based on real people, but lately, I based them on people I'd seen in my dreams. These four faces had - haunted is the best word to describe it, but I enjoyed their sudden presence in my dreams - haunted my dreams for weeks now. They showed up right after I had decided to move to Santa Carla. I wasn't quite sure yet if the dreams were trying to tell me something, but I decided that I needed to make those faces real. So, over the course of about three weeks, I made four dolls. One with an almost white mullet and ice blue buttons for eyes, wearing all black. A brunette with golden brown buttons and a jaguar painted on his jacket sleeve. A curly blond with green buttons and a colourful jacket that I hated making, and finally the last blond, once again with blue eyes, wearing an old fashioned tailcoat.

I had admired these dolls for weeks, having them up on my shelf. After a couple of months, I finally found an apartment in Santa Carla, and I had to pack them up. Once there, in my new apartment, I kind of forgot about them. Of course, I knew I made the dolls and that I kept them in the box that was now somewhere in my closet, but I didn't take them out. Not until almost a year later.

Santa Carla was lively, magnificent, and spectacular - during the night at least. During the day, I realised it wasn't much of anything, so I decided to spend my days working and my nights enjoying all that the town had to offer. It was one night when I went out to grab a movie that I noticed them. The four faces I had seen in my dreams. The four people I had turned into dolls. I freaked. I dropped the movie, turned around ignoring the calls of the owner, and ran off.

This wasn't happening. They weren't real - they were figments of my imagination. They had to be - dreams aren't real. They weren't real. Right? I ran home, trying to forget their faces, trying to ignore the fact that apparently they were real.

In the days after, I spotted them everywhere. In the grocery store. In line for the big dipper. At the concert down at the beach. Everywhere I went, I swore they went as well. I still wasn't sure if I was terrified, confused, or just freaked out by it. I had tried to reason with myself, that maybe I had seen their faces in some magazine before, or that maybe they had traveled througn my home town once. After all, some people do say that you can't dream up a face you haven't seen before. But then again, I would have remembered that, right? Guys, this handsome? Yeah, no, I definitely would have remembered seeing them before.

One Friday night, about four weeks after I began to see them everywhere, I noticed that my shoelaces were loose. Kneeling down to tie them, not realising I had been kneeling down next to their bikes, I heard four voices behind me. I looked up and saw them. I felt the blood drain from my face.

"Are you alright?" The blonde with the tailcoat asked me.

"Yeah?" My voice was higher than usual, and I couldn't help but cringe a little at how uncertain I sounded.

"Why do you keep running from us?" The curlyhaired one asked.

"No reason?" I didn't like where this was going. How do you tell someone that you keep running because you saw their face in a dream and then made a doll inspired by it - and expect them to not hate you because you're a freak? If that happened to me, I would be horrified and call the cops telling them I was being stalked, honestly.

"Marko, you're scaring them," the brunette spoke up. He looked at me with a certain kindness I couldn't quite place. All of them looked kind at me, friendly even - while I'd never spoke to them before, and while I was certain they never acted this way towards strangers, which was what I was. Right?

"Who are you?" I asked, finally getting their names. The names suited them, and I smiled a little. I introduced myself in turn, and was about to leave when David spoke up.

"You want to come along for dinner?"

"Sure."

Where did that come from? I didn't even know them, I had actively avoided them, and now I was about to eat with them? I had no idea why I said yes, but looking back now, I am glad I did. Because that one dinner turned into a nightly thing. I enjoyed their company, their conversations, the way they were relaxed and easy going and just everything you could hope for in a friend group. Every night, I'd meet up with them, ride some rides, find some food to eat, and then just hang out and have fun. Over time, I couldn't imagine my life without them. I couldn't imagine not seeing them every single night, not speaking with them, or hanging out with them. And, worst of all, I was crushing hard. Very hard. On all of them. They just had to look at me, and I'd melt into a puddle. Honestly, I would do anything for them.

It was one November night, about five months after I met them, that things began to change.

"What are we doing tonight?" I asked, sipping on some coke I'd bought.

"You got some boxes for moving?" David asked, and I nodded.

"Yeah, why?"

"We think it's time you move in."

"In the cave? You want me to live with you?"

"Yeah."

I grinned, hugging him tightly before grinning at the other boys. "Let's go then!" I tried to throw my empty coke can into the trash, but I missed by a foot - causing me to grumble as I picked it up and tried again. This time, I was successful.

Paul chuckled as he helped me step onto the back of his bike, and we quickly drove off to my apartment. Once there, I quickly grabbed the boxes and began to put my stuff in there. Clothing, books, craft materials - it wasn't until I heard Marko say something that I remembered I had my guys. As dolls. In a box, in my closet.

"These are so cool. You even got Pauls hair right!" he picked both the Marko- and the Paul-doll up and looked at them. "When did you make these?"

"A while back," I said. It wasn't a lie, not really. Paul took his doll, mumbling something about his hair being perfect the way it was, and that the doll was a testament to that.

Dwayne looked at me, and I knew he realised I wasn't telling everything. "I made them before I moved here."

"Nine months ago?" I nodded at Dwayne's question.

"How?" Paul had picked his doll up, putting it in his coat pocket after giving it a look of approval.

"This is going to sound creepy."

"So?" David shrugged. I sat down on my bed, sighing deeply before telling them.

"I saw you four in multiple dreams. I was curious and I made the dolls after I had those dreams."

"That explains why you avoided us when you just got here." David lit a cigarette, chuckling when he realised that the doll version of him had a tiny cigarette stuck behind its ear.

"Yeah, I mean - I was really freaked out." I stopped to think for a moment. "Wait, why are you four not freaked out?"

"We had similar dreams." Paul said.

"What?"

"Yeah," Marko nodded, "we knew you were coming."

"Why?" Seriously, this was getting creepy. Just a little.

"You like us, right?" Dwayne asked.

"Yeah."

"And you know what we are?"

"Vampires. Yes, we covered that."

"And you remember when we told you about mates?"

"Yeah, but what does that have to do with - oh..."

"Yeah." Dwayne nodded.

"So I'm -" I pointed at all four of them, and they nodded, "and that's why the dreams happened?"

"Yeah." Marko grinned, packing up a final box.

"So that I'm madly crushing on all four of you is because of that? We're supposed to be together?"

"Yes," David chuckled. He grabbed to boxes and walked outside, flying off into the night to bring them to the cave. I was quiet for a bit, smiling to myself. I was their mate? I belonged with them? That was absolutely amazing.

That night, when every last box was moved to the cave, I asked the boys if they wanted to stay with me that night. I always felt a little weird, sleeping somewhere new, and I just knew that I'd feel safe if they stayed with me. The bed they'd given me was more than big enough, and the five of us easily fitted on there. I laod down in the middle of the bed, surrounded by the boys, each covered by their own blanket. Arms and hands and legs were touching, tangled between the legs and arms of others. But even then, I had never been more comfortable. Slowly, I drifted off to sleep, surrounded by my mates.

When I woke up the next afternoon, I couldn't help but smile when I noticed that they'd grabbed the dolls I made and that they lay on the bed with us.

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #tlb #dwayne #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #the lost boys x reader #lost boys

[moonice20408]

If You're Interested

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x SubFem!Reader Category: Lil bit smutty. Nothing graphic, but still 18+ ONLY PLEASE Summary: You’re exhausted after back to back cases, and some friends ask if you wanna ‘hang out’ that weekend. Seems like the perfect way to destress. Then you run into your boss at a sex club. Content Warning: Brief mention of a missing child case, Dom/Sub dynamics, talks of non-penetrative BDSM scenes, submissive relationship to a male/female couple, Bi reader, oral, sex toys. Word Count: 2981 A/N: So I posted this forever ago, then lost ~everything~ on my memory card. But, I managed to recently save a few things, this being one of them, but I lost everything else I wrote for it, so for now, it will remain a one-shot. Someone was asking where it went, so I thought I'd at least post the first chapter. ALSO the names James and Natasha are also used for characters, just in case that happens to be your name. Cause seeing my own name in a fic throws me sometimes.

To say you were tired was the understatement of the century. The team had gotten back from one case, only for Garcia to meet you in the bullpen with an apologetic look and a file in hand. JJ, Matt and Rossi had excused themselves to call their families before joining the rest of you in the briefing room. And it was a bad one. A kid had gone missing that afternoon. From a park in the middle of the day. You had until the jet was refuelled and you were off again. Thankfully, and against what all the statistics told you, you found the boy after two days alive. He was scared and hungry, but you’d been able to reunite him with his family. Given the police presence, the unsub hadn’t managed to do anything to the kid; too scared of getting caught. When you found the scumbag, you’d managed to give him a black eye as he tried to escape, and then watched as he begged for some kind of mercy while he was taken way in cuffs. The exhaustion of it all seemed worth with when JJ had pulled up to the scene with the boys parents, and they ran out to embrace their son. The case ended as well as it could of done given everything, and the entire team passed out when on the jet home.

It was a Friday afternoon when you got back, and Emily had instructed you all go straight home, and not to come back till Monday. No one argued. You opted to call a cab. Two demanding cases, very little sleep, and your diet for over a week now had been mostly coffee and whatever was in the closest vending machine. You figured it’d be best not to drive. Upon returning home you had dropped your bag at the door, kicked your shoes off and promptly fell forward onto your couch, falling quickly to sleep.

After a few hours though, the awkward way you fell overpowered the need for sleep, and you woke up stiff and unsure of the time. Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself up. You stretched your hands above your head, and brought them down to rub your face. You took advantage of the burst of energy you now had, knowing it wouldn’t last long, and set about doing the laundry from your go bag, and heading for a decent shower.

Clean, dry and now in comfier clothes, you head back to the couch, find something to watch and order takeout for dinner. You had just finished the food when your phone buzzed.

Your stomach dropped. You almost didn’t want to look. The dread of a new case coming up and Garcia was calling you back in. But, reluctantly, you reached out for the phone, and let out a sigh of relief when you saw the message was from James.

James: Hey, me and Nat are going out tomorrow night. Would love for you to join if you’re free?

A smirk crossed your face.

You: Great timing. Would love to! Normal place?

James: Actually, we were thinking somewhere new. Been a few times, you’ll like it, promise ;) Will send you the address x

You had met James and Natasha not long after you’d moved to the area. After settling in, at home and work, you’d decided you should look into places that helped you… de-stress. You had a stressful job after all, and what better way to relax then to get back on the scene?

It had taken a little research, but you had found a few clubs around. Then on your free weekends, you’d sampled them out. It was just in the second club you’d met James and Natasha. You had been taking a walk around, just checking the place out and maybe sticking around some rooms to watch the couples or groups in there. They had been by the bar when you’d ordered a drink, and James came over, had complimented your dress, and pointed out he’d never seen you around before.

“Well, I’ve just moved here.” You smiled at the man. “So am scouring the local scene.”

He nodded. “Ah, well then welcome! I’m James, very nice to meet you.” You shook his hand, laughing a little with him. Then he pointed to a little table, where a pretty woman was sat watching the two of you. “And that over there is Natasha.”

You gave her a little wave, and she smiled at you as she sipped her own drink.

“And, if you like,” James continued. “We would be interested in showing you around.”

You had stayed with them for most of the night. The three of you made polite conversation while you finished your drinks, and they gave you a tour of the club. During said tour, they had quickly expressed their interest in having you join them some time. You had learned they the two of them were also in a romantic relationship, and while on the scene, James was dominant, while Natasha was a switch. They were looking for someone who would like to be a submissive to the both of them when Natasha was in a dom mind set. And given the fact they were both very attractive people, and you fell naturally into a submissive role, you too were interested in the proposal. You still wanted to get to know them a little more before agreeing, to which they agreed, so when their small tour was over, you had written down your number, and let them get on with their plans for the evening.

You got a text from Natasha the next day, asking if you were still interested, and if you’d want to meet up to discuss things further if you were. Texting back right away, they’d met you for lunch that same afternoon, and you’d talked more about limits, and set up some rules and boundaries. The main thing for them was that it wasn’t sex. You understood, they weren’t just BDSM partners, they were in a romantic relationship, and neither were comfortable with the other having sex with someone else. Oral and the use of toys were on the table, but no penetrative sex. Not having any issue with that, the conversation moved to your own limits. They had agreed with you on most of your hard limits, and took careful note of the soft. You’d gone over your sexual health, and had agreed to meet them for a proper scene the following Saturday.

It was pretty light compared to some of the stuff the three of you do know, but they hadn’t wanted to push you too much too soon. But it was amazing.

All that was about a year ago now. Your relationship to the couple only grew stronger in that time. You could trust them in a scene like no one else. And as the trust grew, you had been willing to try out new stuff for them. They acknowledged that you did still want to have sex, and so long as you let them know and got tested before you’d meet up with them again, they were okay with it. They always stayed with you afterwards in case you dropped, and they never got mad or upset if you got called in for a case last minute. They didn’t know exactly what you did for a job, just that you could get called away at a moment’s notice. Eventually, Natasha had even been submissive alongside you sometimes, with James in control of you both. So when James text you about a new place, it didn’t worry you in the slightest.

***

They were both waiting outside for you. And from their posture alone, you could tell it was only you being the submissive one tonight. The though made you grin as you rushed over to them.

“Well don’t you look pretty.” Natasha put her hand under your chin. The gesture giving you that warm, dizzy feeling. The stress of the past week had been a lot, and you were more than ready for tonight. As a result, you slipped into a sub space pretty quick, and they could tell, as you leaned into Natasha’s touch.

James smirked. “Eager tonight, are we sweetheart?”

You just hummed and nodded, your hands reaching out to them both.

They lead you inside, and James took you to a small table in the corner. Natasha had gone to the bar, and grabbed the three of you a quick drink. Nothing alcoholic. James had strict rules about going into a scene sober. Natasha had drunk hers quickly, then left the table, telling you she was going to get the room ready. The glint in her eyes as she spoke made you giddy, and you wrapped your arms around James.

“What are we doing tonight?” You asked.

“Well, we’re in room five.” He grinned at you, putting his arm around your shoulders.

“And what happens in room five?”

“Depends on whether or not you behave.”

You faked a gasp. “I always behave!”

He just chuckled at you.

As you finished your drink, you set the glass on the table with the other two.

James rubbed your back. “How about you be a good girl, and take those back to the bar, hm? Then we can go find Nat.”

You bit down on your tongue at the pet name, and were quick to move, collecting the glasses carefully in your hands and making your way through the crowd. The bartender smiled at you as you put them down, and you turned back. Walking straight into someone as you did.

“Oh I’m-” The words stuck in your mouth and your stomach dropped, as you looked at the woman in front of you with wide eyes.

Emily.

Emily Prentiss.

Your literal actual boss. Eyes also wide in surprise.

You snapped your mouth shut. “I, erm… Hello.” You gave a nervous smile.

“Hey...” She said slowly.

“So… This is happening…” Your eyes wondered down her body, suddenly very awake of the tight, revealing black outfit she was wearing.

It looked good.

No! Stop it. She’s your boss.

…Your boss in a very well fitted outfit at a sex club!

“Apparently.” She said, her voice seemingly calmer than it was a second ago.

Your eyes snapped up to hers, realising you were staring at… not at her face. She smirked a little bit, and you could feel your cheeks getting warmer. Any trace of shock or surprise had vanished from her face, and she was looking at you with a amused glint in her eyes.

“Umm… I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say here…”

“Don’t think there’s anything you’re supposed to say.” She raised an eyebrow and took a sip of the drink in her hand.

She was acting so casual about this. Like you’d ran into her at the store.

How was she being so calm about this? So composed?

“You’re a dom?” The question was out of your mouth before you could stop it. And you immediately smacked a hand over your mouth.

IDIOT!

She huffed a laugh. And you noticed the way her eyes quickly looked you up and down “You think I’d be anything else?”

You shrugged, dropping your hands. “I dunno!” You flapped your hands at her. “You’re my boss. I not supposed to think about that.”

She stared at you, and bit the tip of her tongue. “Not supposed to, hm? Not don’t?”

You blinked. “What?”

Her tongue ran across her lower lip, and her eyes bore into you. “You said you’re not supposed to think about it. Not that you don’t think about it. Just an interesting choice of words.” She lifted her shoulders slightly and gave you a smug look.

“I-” You found yourself speechless again. “I mean I…” You took a deep breath. “I have to go!” And you went to stomp passed her.

Of course you’d thought about it, had she seen herself? Can’t say you ever had the whole sleeping with your boss fantasy before you joined the team. But you couldn’t admit that!

“I have.” You froze. “For what it’s worth.” Spinning back on your heel, you looked back to see her shrug, taking another sip of her drink nonchalantly. She didn’t break eye contact.

Was she saying that she… No. There’s no way. She thought about you? Like that? Like this? No. She’s just in a dom space while she knows your in a sub space. She’s playing. Just taking control of an awkward- and potentially job-jeopardising- situation?

Your mouth opened and closed a few times, and your heart was hammering inside your chest, as you tried to figure out a response. She only smirked behind her glass as she waited.

Then two hands came down protectively on your shoulders.

“Everything okay here?” It was James.

You span around to see him looking at Emily.

“It’s fine, I promise!” You assured him, and he looked at you to check for any deception. “We just, um, know each other…” His body language shifted. Running into people you know from else where was something that was better sorted out sooner rather than later. You never had until now, and you certainly never expected it to be your boss if it did happen.

He gave Emily a quick look again, who was apparently unfazed by the man. She looked him up and down, before her gaze fell back to you.

James nodded at you. “Nat’s almost ready.”

“I’m right behind you.”

James gave your arms a quick squeeze, giving you a moment.

“Seems nice.” Emily said once he was out of ear shot, in a way that you couldn’t tell if she was being genuine or not.

“Yeah, he is. They both are.” You told her, though your mind was stuck on what she said a moment before.

“Both?” She raised an eyebrow, a tone of surprise to her voice.

You shifted a little bit, looking down. The team didn’t know about your sexuality. Not that you thought they’d think badly of it if they did, it just never seemed to come up at any point. And the longer it went that you didn’t tell them, it just seemed to be more awkward to bring up. “I, um, yeah… James and Natasha.” Taking a deep breath you looked back up to Emily. “I met them not long after I moved here. They were looking for a sub, I was looking for a new partner, so…” You trailed off, giving a small shrug.

She hummed. “You moved her over a year ago, why have we not run into each other before?”

That’s what she was taking away from that admission? “Um, well we normally go somewhere else.”

“Ah, well then.”

Silence fell over the two of you, and you didn’t really want to leave James and Natasha waiting any longer. You were her with them afterall.

“So, um,” You fiddled with the hem of your dress. “Do we just… pretend we never saw each other, or..?”

Her face dropped, only slightly, but you noticed. She narrowed her eyes. “Is that what you want to do?”

“I want…” You averted your gaze.

You had always found Emily to be an attractive woman. Anyone who couldn’t see that was a fool. But she was your boss. Your boss in a job where you couldn’t let personal feeling get in the way. So you pushed your little crush aside and ignored it. Right now however, the way she held herself when James came over, and the way her eyes remained on you, and the fact she had admitted that she’d thought about you in this sort of environment…

So no, you didn’t want to pretend you didn’t see her. It’s not like either of you spoke about your sex life around the team, so that wouldn’t change, surely. But you could talk about this with her. Exploring this with her was what you really wanted, but you weren’t sure if that’s something you should admit to her. Like you already said, she was in a dom mind set right now, she could just be playing.

But you could play too.

At the thought of playing with her, you felt that dizzy feeling creep over you.

You looked at her in the eye, and given the once over she gave you, she could tell you were slipping back into a subspace.

“We’re gonna be in room five.”

She paused, as if waiting for you to take it back. When you didn’t, “Five huh?” She smiled at you.

The smile reassured you, and you bit your lip. “Yup. Door’s open. Y’know, if you’re interested.”

Then you turned and walked away from her, and to James who was waiting at your table for you. He raised his eyebrows at you as you approached and you just shrugged innocently. Rolling his eyes with a smirk, he placed a hand on the small of your back and lead you away.

“Thought you said you’d be behaving tonight?” He joked.

As much as you would love to talk more with Emily about everything, you were James’s and Natasha’s tonight. So, you shifted your thoughts back to them. You focused on the feeling of his hand on you, and thought about whatever it was him and Natasha had in store for you.

James however, looked back, and caught Emily with her eyes still on you. Drinking her drink a little faster.

#criminal minds #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss smut #own fic

[joekeeryswife]

Disaster Date - J.Q

hello angels! yes this is part of my nursery teacher joseph story!! sorry it’s taken me so long to write for him! i wrote this in 5 hours and i hate it but it’s a fill in chapter so i can continue with the story! i hope everyone is doing well ⚠️throw up warning⚠️ enjoy reading my loves 🩷 nursery teacher series

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it had been a month since Joseph had asked you out and the dates had been constant. every Saturday the two of you would do different things whether the two of you went to the cinema, or for dinner or even just the two of you being in your apartment cuddling whilst watching tv.

Joseph didn't care what the two of you did, you were getting to know each other in your own way and he loved it. whenever Lizzie was there (which was rare because you didn't want to confuse her) she was ecstatic to see her new favourite person. Lizzie and Joseph were really close and he didn't want to be obvious to the other kids but she was definitely his favourite student.

she had finally come out of her shell and wasn't as shy as she was before he met her. well, she was still pretty shy in public places but in the classroom or in your apartment she was confident and it was so overwhelming to see. your beautiful girl finally having some confidence and the only thing you could do was thank Joseph.

he had helped her and you were so grateful. you and Joseph had spoken about your relationship and about how you should keep it a secret, it was unprofessional and the other parents would definitely judge the two of you. it wasn’t any of their business but it was just a precaution the two of you wanted to take for Lizzie’s sake.

it was another Saturday and Lizzie had been sick all night and all day and you’d never seen her like this. she was fine Friday morning and evening then she woke up vomiting all over her ‘big girl bed’ as she liked to call it. she had never been sick and it hurt your heart to not be able to take the pain away from her.

she was still so little and you felt helpless. she had been sobbing for hours and no amount of pain relief would stop it. so you were sat on the sofa with a sobbing Lizzie. she felt boiling hot but was tell you she was freezing so you had put a thin blanket over the two of you. the sick bowl was next to you just in case she was sick again and with the way she was acting you were just waiting for it and you were right, she would throw up yet another time.

it was around seven when you heard a knock at the door, it had been thirty minutes since Lizzie had last thrown up and her tears were still there but she wasn’t sobbing. you were confused but stood up, holding onto Lizzie tightly making sure the blanket didn’t fall off her body. you opened the door and saw a smiling Joseph dressed in a comfy t-shirt and some jogging bottoms.

“what are you doing here?” you didn’t mean for it to come out as harsh as it did. his smile faltered “it’s Saturday? you asked me to come round yesterday” you slapped your forehead and sighed, you had completely forgotten it was Saturday and you had planned a movie night with him.

“i’m sorry i forgot to call, she has been sick all day and it completely slipped my mind, sorry” you rubbed your forehead in embarrassment, how could you forget you two had been seeing each other every Saturday for the past month. “it’s okay, i can come another day if you want?” you shook your head and moved to the side so he could come in.

“it’s okay, you don’t mind her being here do you?” he walked in and took off his shoes. “not at all” he smiled sympathetically, looking at the poorly girl in your arms. she was practically asleep now the only traces of tears were the tear streaks on her cheeks.

the two of you walked back to the living room and sat down on the sofa. Joseph wrapped his arm around your shoulder which made you cuddle into him. you breathed a sigh of relief and closed your eyes as you felt at ease for the first time that day. you were so tired, looking after a sick baby had worn you out.

“she been really sick?” Joseph asked looking down at you. you nodded, running your hand up and down Lizzie’s back as she finally fell asleep. “you have no idea” you just couldn’t help but feel bad for your poorly girl.

“i’m really sorry i forgot about tonight, it’s just been so stressful-” Joseph hushed you, not in a rude way just to stop you from apologising again. “i promise it’s okay, Lizzie is your main priority and always should be. you’re a really good mum so what you forgot one date” he somehow always knew how to put your mind at ease.

“have you eaten today?” your heart melted, Joseph really cared about you and you’d never had anything like this in your life before and you were just grateful he came into your life when he did. you shook your head, you’d given Lizzie a few pieces of plain toast knowing she would probably throw up anything else you made her but you had forgotten to feed yourself.

you had been so worried about Lizzie eating didn’t even cross your mind. “now that was silly wasn’t it” he joked making you laugh along with him. “i’ll order us food, you choose what to watch, i chose last time. do you want me to take Lizzie after? so you can have a break” he handed you the remote and looked through the different food options.

you shook your head again “it’s okay, thank you though. i think if i move her off me right now she’ll probably cry again” you scrolled through the different channels, picking a random film on Netflix and felt his arm go back around your shoulders with a small, delicate kiss placed on your forehead. you looked up at him and smiled, he was just so caring.

“i’m always here if you need me” he took his eyes off of the tv and looked down at you. you were smiling at him before he leaned down and kissed you. it was quick and wasn’t the first time the two of you had kissed but each time it made your stomach fill with butterflies. it was safe to say you were definitely falling for him and you weren’t complaining about it.

#fanfiction #imagines #joseph quinn #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn imagines #joseph quinn fanfic #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn character #joseph quinn one shot #joseph quinn series #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x mum!reader

[kiteofdreams]

Watch You Bloom

Danny x Reader

2.8k words

Warnings: pregnancy, alcohol, normal pregnancy symptoms, a hint of implied sex, & fluff.

a/n: this was a thought that came into my head and I couldn’t get rid of it. it’s helped me process a few things about my life as well, because postpartum is a real bitch.

A typical week had turned into a week from hell. Your body hurt, you had trouble sleeping, and you were constantly nauseous. Your work week felt like it lasted a month. By Friday, all you wanted to do was spend a relaxing night with your boyfriend. As soon as you stepped into your shared home, you knew it wouldn’t be.

“Sweet pea!” Danny called out, stepping towards the front door. The nickname he had given you in middle school followed you throughout your lives together after you spilled Sweet Pea body spray all over his homework in 6th grade. “Glad you’re home!”

“Why are you all dressed up?” You questioned, kicking your heels off and placing your bag on the foyer table. “I thought we were just gonna stay in.”

“Well, mom and dad invited us to dinner and I couldn’t say no,” he replied with a sheepish smile. “I picked out an outfit for you?”

You turned towards your bedroom to change, pulling your shirt & pants off in the hallway to throw in the hamper. A loud wolf whistle came from behind you and you turned to see Danny leaning against the wall, looking you up and down.

“Now isn’t that a view,” he said with a sly smirk on his face.

Rolling your eyes, you walked into the bedroom finding a navy, off-the-shoulder sundress on the bed. You slipped the dress on before walking into your bathroom to touch up your hair. Immediately a wave of nausea hit you.

“Danny,” you called out into the house. “Did you change cologne?”

“No, same one as always,” he replied, his voice getting louder as he walked into the bathroom.

“It smells different…are you sure it’s the same one?”

“Yeah, Pea. It’s the same,” he laughed. “You feeling alright?”

“I’m alright, the smell is making me sick. I think it’s from the headache I’ve been having.”

“We don’t have to go if you’re feeling sick.”

“No, baby. I’m fine. Just give me a glass of water and I’ll be okay. Then we can leave.”

With a kiss to the top of your head, Danny turned and headed towards the kitchen. After finishing your touch-up, you followed after him, grabbing a pair of wedges out of the hallway closet. As you reached the kitchen, he handed you a cup full of cold water.

“Who needs this when I’ve got a tall drink of water right here?” you winked at him, watching the blush overtake his cheeks. You stood close and placed a kiss on his cheek, the blush deepening even further as he turned toward the front door. You downed the glass of water, grabbing a bottle to take with you, already feeling a bit better.

“Are you ready to go?” Danny asked, pulling on his shoes.

“Yeah, almost ready,” you answered, placing the glass in the dishwasher. You walked over and sat on the bench beside him to put on your shoes. As you leaned to clasp the buckle, Danny knelt down beside you. He moved your hands out of the way, buckling them together before placing a soft kiss on the top of your thigh. Once he was finished, he stood and pulled you with him.

“You look beautiful, sweet pea,” he said with a soft smile. He took your hand as he led you out the front door and off to dinner.

Once you arrived and hellos were said to his parents, you were quickly seated and chit-chatted amongst each other. Having known the Wagners for years, it was an easy conversation. You ordered a glass of sparkling wine with your dinner and with one sip, you stood and grabbed your small clutch. Excusing yourself, you made a b-line for the restroom. As you entered the stall, everything from the day (and what seemed like the previous day) came back up. Feeling nauseous still, you grabbed your phone to send a text to Danny telling him what was going on but saw he had sent one first.

You ok?

Quickly typing your text, you pressed send before another wave of nausea hit. As your stomach emptied, you heard your name being called from outside the stall.

"Honey, are you alright?" his mom asked.

“Yeah,” you whispered, wiping your mouth with a piece of toilet paper and unlocking the stall. “I’m okay, I’ve had a headache all week and it’s making me sick. Danny’s cologne made it worse.”

“Well, you and Danny head home. Get some rest and feel better. We’ll take you both out once you’re feeling up for it. I do have to ask, hope I’m not overstepping but from what you’ve said, is there a chance you could be pregnant?”

You laughed loudly as you washed your hands, “no, I don’t think so.”

“Well, it’s okay if you are,” she said with a soft smile. “Just think about maybe taking a test later. I won’t say anything, especially to Daniel.”

You gave her a quick nod and dried your hands, following her out of the restroom. The more you thought about it, you couldn’t remember when you last had your period. Thinking back, you realize it was supposed to arrive three weeks prior. As you walked back to the table, you gave Danny a timid smile.

“It might be best if you head on home, we’ll take it from here. Get some rest, okay?”

You gathered your belongings and Danny rushed you to the car, a worried look clearly on his face.

“Sweet pea, what’s wrong? Do we need to go to the hospital?”

“I’m fine, baby. I promise. I’ve just had a headache for a few days and it’s taking a toll on me. I’ll just need to rest,” you said, grabbing his hand in yours to reassure him.

You fell asleep on the quiet drive home, not even realizing you arrived as Danny carried you into the house. In a daze, he helped you undress and climb into bed. He kissed your forehead before turning out the light and you let sleep overtake you.

*

“Daniel, I’m home,” you called from the front door a week later, knowing he couldn’t hear you over his drumming.

After stopping at the store to buy a box of pregnancy tests, you quickly turned towards your bathroom. You followed the directions on the test and set a timer for 3 minutes. All you could do was pace around the room. Your mind was racing with all the questions running through your head.

What if I am pregnant?

Am I ready to be a mom?

How will Danny react?

Can we handle a kid?

The timer beeping brought you out of your thoughts. Clearing the timer, you stepped over to the sink, taking a deep breath before looking down. Right in front of your eyes were two pink lines. You were pregnant.

You ran towards Danny’s studio with tears in your eyes. Throwing the door open, you stood in the doorway holding the test in your hand. With the door suddenly opening, Danny removed his headphones to look up at you.

“Woah, sweet pea. What’s the hurry? What’s in your hand?”

Danny placed the drumsticks down, walking towards you. At this point, you were a bundle of nerves, unable to speak. You closed the gap between the two of you, handing the small white stick to him.

“Found out why I’ve been sick,” you looked up at him with eyes wide.

“Is that what I think it is?” he asked, looking down at his hand.

You nodded, reaching to interlock your fingers with his empty hand.

“Two lines, does that mean…” he trailed off.

You nodded again, pulling him over to the worn couch in the corner of the studio. You both sat as he stared at the test.

“We’re gonna be parents?”

“Yeah,” you laughed. “I think I’m about 8 weeks along.”

Danny turned towards you, eyes bright with tears in the corners.

“We’re gonna be parents!” he repeated as he stood, picking you up and spinning you around. “I’m gonna be a dad!”

“You’re going to be an amazing father, Daniel.”

“And you’re going to make the best mom, sweet pea,” he said, placing you back on the ground. “Wait, did you put a pee stick in my hand?”

“Oh my god, Daniel!”

*

Two weeks later and you’d never been more nervous. Your leg was bouncing as you sat in the waiting room for your first ultrasound. Danny sat next to you, fingers drumming away on his thighs. You heard your name being called and you both stood, following the nurse back to the exam room. It was dark, as a video projection of the ultrasound machine stood out against the wall. The nurse asked you numerous questions about your medical history and had you verify all your information. She instructed you to lay back on the table and pull up your shirt as she grabbed the ultrasound gel.

“Now, this might feel a little odd,” she said as she began to move the ultrasound wand around your stomach.

Both you and Danny were focused on the screen in front of you. You had no idea what you were looking at, everything looked like a blob to you.

“There’s the little one right there,” the nurse said with a smile. “Based on the size, I’d say you’re right around 10 weeks, give or take. Heartbeat looks good. I’ll print your pictures for you.”

After she had gotten all the images needed, she wiped the gel off your stomach and helped you up off the table. She handed you the ultrasound pictures with a quick “the doctor will be in shortly” and left you and Danny alone.

“Hey,” Danny grabbed your hand in his, placing a kiss on the back. You flipped through all the printed ultrasound pictures. “That’s our kid, sweet pea.”

*

Weeks later and you were still keeping it hidden. As Halloween approached, you knew that you couldn’t avoid it forever. You weren’t showing just yet at 14 weeks, but if you looked closely you saw a little bump. With the annual Kiszka Halloween party coming up, you were trying to figure out how to tell everyone. Since Danny was busy in the studio working on the new album, you were in charge of costumes.

You had been searching high and low for the perfect costume. Then, a shirt appeared in an ad and you knew what to be. Ordering the shirt, a new pair of shoes, and shorts for Danny, you got to work on yours. Thanks to two-day shipping, your order arrived the day before the party. You washed everything and put it in the back corner of your closet, you made sure to hide it from Danny until you were getting ready to leave.

Danny was out golfing, one of the last times of the year in your town as it was starting to get cold. You were at home in your office looking for baby registry items online, hoping to get a jump on the items you needed. Adding some bath toys, you peeked up at the whiteboard on the wall that listed all the names you had chosen. While you didn’t know the sex yet, you had narrowed it down to two names each. The board was scattered with names crossed out until just four remained. Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door and a messy bun peeking in.

“I’m home, sweet pea. I’ve been calling for you,” Danny said, walking over to you. “Still looking at baby stuff?”

“I’ve got nothing picked out!” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest.

“We’ve still got six months to go. I’m sure we’ll get everything done in time. I’m gonna shower, we need to leave in about an hour. Gonna be ready by then?”

“Mhm, I’ll need to shower too, don’t waste all the hot water,” you called out to him as he walked through the office door. Stretching yourself, you closed the laptop and started to walk to your bedroom to get Danny his costume. Standing in the hallway, Danny looked at you with a smirk on his face.

“Well, mama. Let’s save the environment for our kid, save some water, and shower with me,” he whispered, pulling you close by the waist.

“If it’s for the environment, I suppose we have to,” you replied. “Lead the way, daddy.”

45 minutes later, you both were out of the shower, shivering from the cold water. Wrapping yourself in a towel, you walked into your closet pulling out the costumes. Chuckling to yourself, you called for Danny to grab his.

“What am I?”

“You haven’t figured it out yet?,” you smiled at him. “If you don’t get it by the time we get there, I’ll tell you. Hurry up and get dressed. We’re gonna be late because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself in the shower.”

You both quickly got dressed and dried your hair before putting on a bit of makeup. Grabbing your bag, you were out the door only 15 minutes late. As you arrived, you placed the hat on your head and looked over at Danny. Squeezing his hand in a silent “I love you”, you walked up to the front door. Before you could knock, a grinning man opened the door.

“You made it! I didn’t know if you were going to. Danny’s been kinda off the past few weeks,” Sam said, pulling you into the house. You gave him a nervous smile. “What are you supposed to be? You don’t match each other.”

You gave him a twirl and stuck your hands out in a “ta-da!” manner, hoping to give him a hint. Sam looked you up and down before turning to Danny to do the same. He stared for a minute, so you decided to give him a little help.

“I’m a baker. I take care of buns in the oven, Sam. Danny is a stereotypical dad. He’s got the jean shorts, the white New Balances, and the ‘World’s Best Dad’ shirt. Gives him some practice.”

You heard Danny let out a loud laugh as Sam looked even more confused. Stepping inside, you heard Sam finally realize what you were saying.

“Wait, you aren’t fucking with me, are you? You’re pregnant?” Sam whispered. You turned around to see his shocked face staring at you both intently. You looked at Danny only to see a big smile on his face. “You’re not joking? Well, shit man! Congrats! Can I hug you?”

“Yeah, Sam, you can,” you laughed, opening your arms for the hug.

Closing the door behind you after he let go, you began to greet everyone. Jake appeared quickly with a shot in his hand.

“You’re late! You know what that means, drink up,” he shouted, pushing the shot into your hand.

“Ohhhh okay,” Danny said, taking the glass from you and downing it in one gulp. “Come on, Jake, you know she doesn’t like tequila. I’ll go get her one.”

Danny walked towards the kitchen as you chatted with Jake. Small talked turned into Jake talking about the new album as Danny brought back a “shot” for you and two for himself and Jake.

“This one’s yours, sweet pea,” he said with a wink. He leaned down to your ear and whispered, “it’s just water, play along.”

Danny lifted his glass in the air and began to speak, “to new beginnings, new life, and a new adventure.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a hand reach in front of you and take the shot glass out of your hand and you heard a loud, “you can’t have that!” Turning towards Sam as he downed the shot, you laughed as he realized what it was.

“Ugh, gross. That’s just water.”

“No shit, Sammy,” you chuckled. “Danny brought it specifically for me.”

“I thought it was rum! You had me worried.”

Jake stood there with shot glass still in hand looking confused at what just transpired. He looked back and forth between the three of you, wondering why you had just a shot glass of water.

“What the fuck is going on?”

“Do you like Danny’s costume, Jake?”

“His shirt says ‘World’s Best’... oh,” he trailed off.

You couldn’t stop laughing as he finally realized what was going on.

“Congrats, you two! That’s great to hear! I’m gonna be an uncle!” Jake shouted a little too loud.

All the heads in the room turned towards you and Danny. You looked up at him and gave him a little nod as the room became silent.

“Well, uh,” Danny started, clearing his throat. You squeezed his hand in reassurance. “Baby Wagner will be here sometime in early May. We’re both really excited.”

You let out the breath you didn’t know had been holding. All of a sudden, cheers erupted from the room.

“A toast to Baby Wagner!” Josh shouted from across the room. Everyone raised a glass to toast your little one, who was loved by so many already. You placed a hand on your stomach as Danny pulled you closer to his side and you couldn’t think of any other place you’d rather be.

#danny wagner #greta van fleet #greta van fic #danny wagner x reader #danny wagner x y/n #greta van fleet fan fiction #danny wagner imagine #pls teach me to tag

[goodnightoilcountry]

don't overthink when you could be loving me - sebastian aho (a sneakpeek !)

a/n: for months on end i've had so many fic ideas floating around in my head but just haven't put aside the time to properly flesh them out (wips list incoming !). it's been a battle trying to pick which one to start with but i've recently gone on a tangent of just exclusively seeking out canes fics and there's a bit of a drought in that area. so here's something new! (this sneak peek is also to keep me accountable lol)

summary: your inadvertent friendship with some of the canes players was not something you advertised in your day-to-day life. but an evening of friday night drinks changes that when you find yourself trapped in the same bar with your new co-workers and one love-struck sebastian aho who’s determined to make it known that you’re spoken for… well, tentatively that is. 

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You won’t lie - you weren’t always a big believer in keeping your personal life and work life separate. 

Despite the numerous warnings about how “your co-workers aren’t your friends”, you couldn’t help but become close to them no matter where you went. You’ve always felt like you’ve lucked out in that department.

The moment when your luck seemed to wear out was at your old office.

It didn’t start off any different than your previous roles. Everyone was cordial when you joined the team, you’d attend a few casual after-work drinks to not come off standoff-ish, and then a work dinner or event would eventually roll around where free-flowing drinks were guaranteed to loosen up everybody’s lips, including yours. 

It’s not like you would run around advertising the fact that you were family friends with Seth Jarvis growing up. But hockey culture was thriving in Raleigh and conversations couldn't pass without a mention of the Canes thrown into the mix. And more often than not, you were happy to pass on any unused tickets that Seth had reserved in your name every year. 

Of course, the first round of tickets, generally no one questions where they came from. But by the fourth round, who would believe that you just accidentally bought expensive seats not knowing you already had plans? 

So, it would eventually come to light that you knew the Canes more than just their names and the responses you would receive usually followed the same pattern. You’d get the looks of amazement and disbelief, followed by thirty minutes of inquisitioning, and then the excitement of the news would eventually fade before moving on to something salacious that had happened earlier that week. 

With this set of co-workers though, the news of your affiliation was volatile.

Suddenly, your tickets weren’t viewed as a generous offering but rather as a right. People in different departments whom you had never met started taking you out for lunches with a casual mention of how they hadn’t ever been to a live game; your boss expected you to give them up for the sake of appeasing potential clients; girls would invite you out with the hopes of them showing up to wherever you were. 

You resigned after four months. 

So when you signed your letter of offer for your new role, you made a silent promise to yourself to keep that portion of your life separate. So, you distanced yourself. 

Seth had noticed. He had known that you would occasionally give up your tickets when you knew you weren’t able to make a game. But as more and more weeks had passed, he had maybe seen your seats filled twice. Once by a few of your closest girlfriends and the other was when your parents had come to town for a long weekend. 

Outings with him and the team became infrequent as you declined to attend any sort of public event that would bear the risk of you being caught out by your new colleagues. And when you were eventually questioned why, you simply excused that your new job had you locked down. 

The second person to notice your increasing absence was Sebastian. 

Since Seth’s rookie days, you had been, on more than several occasions, his plus one to team events. And over the years, you had gotten to know some of the younger members who were able to keep up with Seth’s redbull-fueled energy. That included Sebastian. 

The first time you had actually properly spoken to him was at a Canes charity gala. Seth and KK had been swept into a conversation by a few board members, leaving you to quietly people watch from your assigned seat. 

“Refill?” 

You turned to find Sebastian with an arm extended out; a glass of champagne delicately sat between his fingers. You returned a gracious smile as he sat down in Seth’s seat. 

“You manage to avoid the noise fest?” you lightly poked, looking over at Seth where Andrei and Jack were now caught. 

He let out a laugh and shook his head while looking down, “I’ve definitely done my fair share of the sucking up.”

“You didn’t feel like joining your boyfriend?” 

You choked on your drink as soon as the assumption left his mouth. You couldn’t help but begin laughing as you coughed up a response, “Oh my god, no. Seth and I grew up together back home. Our parents were close friends.” 

His face flushed red at the revelation. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I just assumed because you’ve come to a few of these things with him before and you’re at our games a lot,” he tried to reason as he rubbed the back of his neck to ease the embarrassment. 

You shook your head with the same amused look donned across your face, “he’s really never mentioned that we grew up together as kids?”

“I’m sure he’s mentioned it but it’s hard to catch everything he says. He talks… a lot.” 

You couldn’t help but giggle at the blunt statement. 

You had found it easy to talk to Sebastian. The conversation flowed seamlessly, from the standard questioning of each other’s jobs to the shared ache of missing home. Before you knew it, Seth had returned with a sheepish look on his face; apologetic for his disappearance but not missing the flash of disappointment across his teammate’s face when you said goodnight. 

After that, the trajectory of your relationship with Sebastian had shifted into something more. Sure, you both became friends, growing comfortable in the presence of one another. But as time went on you couldn’t help but feel like the line between you two would occasionally go hazy; blurring completely on a big night out following a hard-fought win.

#sebastian aho fic #sebastian aho imagine #sebastian aho x reader #canes fic #canes imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #my wips

[dollywheeler]

September 25th, 1996

Dear diary,

Things have been crazy busy as we've been training a lot to prepare for homecoming. Not only have we upped our cheer hours in preparation for the halftime show, but I've also been helping Whitney out with preparations for the dance on Saturday - mostly with crafting decorations. I'm probably the worst person she could have asked, because crafts are so not my thing. Pretty sure my lanterns would have been trashed if it hadn't been for Elena's help - she's one of the new Sophomores on the team this year.

The dance is setting up to look great, however, and I've been practicing the homecoming routine as much as possible before school. Sandy and Selena altered one of our routines from last year for this weekend. It's very flashy because we can be more creative with it, and not too difficult because people don't really care about technique or tumbling all that much. They just want a catchy song and a good show - which it definitely is in my opinion.

It also means I've been able to practice it better because there aren't too many parts I have to skip when practicing in the basement.

Because I've been getting home late each day, I've barely seen mom or dad. I can tell mom is still on cloud nine from last Friday though, as she's jumped into 'fall cleaning' with vigor. It's always a little terrifying when she comes around with a moving box and a 'donate first, regret later' attitude. I figured out years ago that the best strategy is to just get a few things to donate set aside beforehand so she'll leave your actual stuff alone. This year I just picked up some clutter from the dollar store and a teddy bear we got for free at the fair last spring. And Whitney was planning on throwing some stuff away so she gave it to me for this very reason. It wasn't much, but she hadn't given me much warning. She seemed more than happy with it though, so I guess I have Mike to thank for that.

I don't know if she told dad about the dinner next Friday. I sure as hell haven't. It feels weird keeping something from him, but I can hardly tell him we're going to dinner but he's not invited. I'm pretty sure he isn't, anyway. I know they've always had a weird relationship, but he's still his dad right? And like, it's not like he ever gave him a chance. Besides, even if your parents are cringe or annoying you can still sit through dinner with them for one night and bite your tongue! It's not that hard and just for one night!

For now I'm just going to focus on this weekend, though. I'm so excited for the dance - my dress is gorgeous and I can't wait to wear it. I'm nervous though; I've never had a date before.

OH, I haven't even gotten a chance to write that down yet!

Daniel asked me to the dance!!!!

I was waiting for the gym to clear out after basketball practice on Monday so we could get our extra hours in, and when the team was dismissed, Daniel gently grabbed my hand and pulled me behind the bleachers. Not behind-behind the bleachers, just hidden from view a bit so we could talk privately. My heart was pounding but he seemed relaxed as he asked me if I wanted to go to the dance with him. He just had that same dorky expression, clearly hesitant for my response even though he had to know what my answer would be. He looked so relieved when I said yes even when he hadn't looked all that nervous to begin with, so I know he'd just tried to be stoic.

Anyway, it was really, really sweet <3 He's taking me to dinner before the dance, so we can have a proper date with just the two of us but can also enjoy the dance with our friends. I'm so excited; I seriously cannot wait.

Love, Holly <3

#holly wheeler #mike wheeler #the third wheeler #fanfic #stranger things

[triple-7-heaven]

"Quiet" Night In

a/n: reader insert finally meets Chuu's parents after a few months of dating; they get along great, but Chuu's mind is on dirtier things, and reader insert has to keep her quiet so her parents won't overhear... little bit of fluff as an intro, smut as the main body. saw some prompt about sex while one partner's parents are home, mind went bonkers. also something about secretly horny Chuu drives me insane. this one is longer than usual owo pairing: male reader x chuu; words: 2.8k ; categories: loona, chuu, reader insert, smut, dirty talk, choking

You and Jiwoo had been going out for a while. You met in a karaoke bar when you recognized her iconic voice and struck up a conversation, and for months now, you'd been going out on cute dates, sharing sweet kisses by the Han river, and taking road trips on the weekends. She said she loved you on your third date, out of nowhere. You were dropping her off at her apartment, and when you gave her a hug goodbye, you heard her tiny voice, muffled against your shirt.

"Goodnight, oppa, I love you! Let me know when you get home," she'd said. You tried to pull away from the hug to look at her, but she held on tight. "I know what I said... You don't have to say it back yet! I just wanted you to know," she squeaked.

"W-well Jiwoo, I ah, I love you, too. Really. I'll text you when I get home, sweet girl," you stuttered and laughed a little. Jiwoo was always quick to make moves like that; she'd even kissed you on your first date, and hugged you moments after you first introduced yourself. There was one thing she was eager to do, but still extremely nervous about: sex. She wanted you, badly, but she struggled to express herself. The two of you did end up sleeping together after about a month and a half, and Jiwoo loved it. More than you expected her to. It seemed like you'd been together through enough milestones, from first hugs to first kisses to first times with each other, and Jiwoo decided she wanted you to meet her parents. She was very close with them; they called her every day, but somehow you'd never spoken to them, even when you were in the room while they spoke on the phone.

"Hey... What do you say we stay at my parents' this weekend?" she suggested one night while you were watching TV on the couch together.

"That sounds perfect, Jiwoo," you said. "Do you, uh... Do you think they'll like me?"

"I think they'll love you!" she said cheerfully.

"Have they ever met one of your boyfriends before..?" you wondered aloud.

"I never liked anybody enough to introduce them," she answered. "You better feel honored." You laughed and kissed her, wrapping her in your arms and falling asleep with her on the couch.

That Friday, you and Jiwoo loaded up the car for the weekend, and she punched the address into your phone. You drove for about two hours, singing together, talking, laughing, pointing out the landmarks along the way to Cheongju. Finally, you made it, and Jiwoo pointed you to the right driveway. You pulled in and Jiwoo's father came out to help you unload your bags. She hugged him tightly and he spun her around before letting go and turning to you. You nervously stuck out your hand to shake his, but he hugged you, too. After a surprisingly comfortable and cheerful meeting with Jiwoo's parents, you had dinner with them, and took a short walk through Jiwoo's childhood neighborhood. She held your arm as you walked, together with her parents, and pointed out her old friends' homes, trees she'd fallen out of years ago, her parents adding some delightfully embarrassing anecdotes.

You spent the next late morning with Jiwoo and her parents in the city, and it was better than you could have imagined. You got along perfectly with both of her parents, and Jiwoo even had to interrupt a conversation you were having with her father so you could enter a café. After your noontime coffee, you returned to their home. You took the rest of the day easy, and after dinner, her parents retired to their room, the two of you retreating to Jiwoo's childhood bedroom. Thankfully, it wasn't too childish; it was more of a teenager's bedroom, now. It was just as she left it when she traveled to Seoul a few years ago.

"Hey... You look good today, huh?" Jiwoo said in a goofy tone, eyeing you. You sauntered over to her and grabbed her waist; she got up on her toes to kiss you.

"You look good, too, baby..." you mumbled. You traced your fingers over the curves of her waist and hips.

"Maybe... Maybe we could, uh..." she trailed off. Your eyes widened.

"Your parents, Jiwoo... They're right downstairs," you hissed.

"I can be quiet, oppa... Or you can make me," she said. You took a deep breath as you felt the warmth stir in your stomach.

How does she switch up so quickly..?

You kissed her again and started to unbutton your shirt. Jiwoo touched your chest hungrily as it was revealed, and hummed into the kiss, leaning further and further into you.

"Mmph... You know, ah... I had my very first time in here," she said between kisses. Hearing her say that both turned you on, and made you angry. On the one hand, the thought of Jiwoo losing her innocence, transforming into the sensual creature you knew her as now, was extremely alluring. On the other, the thought of Jiwoo being touched, kissed, fucked, by someone else... You picked her up by her waist and tossed her onto her bed. She looked up at you with puppy eyes, but you just continued to strip your clothes off. You pulled your belt from around your waist, and kept it in your left hand as you unbuttoned, dropped, and stepped out of your pants. Jiwoo's eyes snapped to the belt, then to your body, then back to meet your gaze. Her soft lips parted slightly and she smiled innocently. You closed the gap between you and kissed her neck hard. She gasped in surprise and began to wrap her legs around you. You felt her smooth thighs against your skin, and you moved your free hand to run it up under her skirt. You gripped her soft flesh and bit down on her neck simultaneously, causing her to make a sound of both pain and pleasure.

"Quiet... Your parents could hear," you said. She nodded.

"I'll be quiet, just... Don't stop," she pleaded. You set the belt on the mattress for later, and began to pull her shirt over her head; she raised her arms to help you, and kissed you briefly once it was removed. You grabbed her breasts and massaged them with your forehead pressed against hers, so you could watch her facial expressions as you had your way with her. You tapped her legs to signal to her to unwrap them from you, and she obeyed immediately. You pulled down her skirt and stepped back slightly to look at the desperate girl in front of you. Her wavy hair fell perfectly over her shoulders, her wispy bangs touched by a small film of sweat, her chest peeked out over a conservative but tempting pink lace bra. Your eyes traveled down her waist to her hips, hugged by a pair of matching pink lace panties, and further down to her perfect legs, squeezed by white thigh high socks.

"O-oppa?" she said, and you snapped out of the trance she had you in.

"Sorry, just... Looking at you," you said. She swung her feet off the bed playfully.

"Oh, yeah? Do you like what you see?" she asked.

"You know I do, baby," you answered. "You know this is just what oppa likes..." you trailed off and wandered back to the bed to make out with her again. You could tell she was trying her hardest to contain her excitement, whimpers escaping from her every now and then. Your hands ran through her hair and you took a firm hold on her head, pulling her back and looking at her face.

"You'll be a good girl and stay quiet for me to fuck your face, right?" you asked. She nodded, open mouthed. "Perfect. Get on your knees." You stood back and she dropped to her knees instantly. She really was a good girl, and her hands ran up and down your legs while her adorable puppy eyes maintained contact with yours. You nodded to her to get started. Jiwoo slowly pulled your boxers down, watching your cock spring out, hard as a rock for her. You kicked your boxers to the side and placed your hands on her head. Her small hands met your cock, and she used both of them to stroke you up and down until precum leaked from your tip. She licked it up quickly and kept going. You groaned as softly as you could and moved your hips forward, eager for her to get started, but she took a while to savor the sight of your hard, thick cock while she stroked it.

"Hurry up, baby," you whispered. She once again obeyed immediately and opened her mouth wide to take you in. You thrusted forward once you felt your cock head on her tongue, and she let out a soft moan. You settled into a rhythm and face-fucked Jiwoo, cock hitting the back of her throat over and over again. She was staggeringly good at this; she only gagged once, and even pushed her face all the way down to your stomach and held it there for several seconds. She came back off, spit dripping from her tiny mouth. You took her chin into your hand and rubbed your thumb over her lips before sticking it into her mouth. She sucked it, and you watched her do so while she jerked you off with one hand. Her lips... You were obsessed with them. They were so soft and small and innocent; they didn't look like they could wrap around your cock the way they did. You ran the tip of your dick over her lips just as you were having those thoughts, then pushed back into her mouth, and she happily accepted it. Your hands went to the back of her head and you pumped in and out, all the while Jiwoo's wide eyes were staring up at you.

"Fuck, baby... And what if your parents knew, huh? What if they knew how much of a cockslut their precious little girl was? How good she was at deepthroating me? How hard she begged for it? Begged to be ruined?" you spoke in a low tone. She squirmed and whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut. You pulled out of her mouth roughly and pulled her to her feet by her arms. She grabbed at your shoulders and kissed you with urgency; your arms moved to hold her body close to you before you picked her up and lay her on the bed. You began to kiss down her neck to her chest, and squeezed her breasts a bit to elicit faint moans from Jiwoo. She unhooked her bra and you tossed it away to attack her breasts with kisses, bites, licks, hickeys, anything that allowed you to put your mouth on them. Her hands tangled in your hair and pulled it gently while you teased her nipples and kissed the soft skin of her chest.

"U-ugh... If I can't even keep quiet when you do this... How will I keep quiet when you fuck me?" she whispered.

"You'll see. But... You do plan to be a good girl for me, right?" you asked as you caressed her face and neck, running your thumbs over her cute cheeks and jaw. She ran her small hands over your chest, all the way down your torso to your hips. She stared hungrily, and you leaned down to kiss her again.

"Mmph... Please..." she tried to speak with your tongue in her mouth. You flipped her onto her stomach and grabbed her hips to raise them off the bed. She whimpered a little as you manhandled her small body. You grabbed the belt you'd set aside earlier and then took hold of her hair to tilt her head upwards. You brought the belt around the front of Jiwoo's neck and held it in your fist so it was securely against her throat, then leaned down to whisper to her.

"You're going to be quiet, or you're going to get fucking choked," you said. Her breaths were already ragged.

"Y-yes, oppa... I'll be good for you," she said softly. You leaned back up and spit into your hand, rubbing it over your shaft. Then, you toyed with her pussy a little, rubbing a few small circles on her clit, sliding a few fingers inside her, sampling her wetness, savoring the taste of her on your tongue when you brought your fingers to your mouth. You lined up with her and then slowly pushed inside. When you'd gotten all the way inside of her, the pleasure hit you like a tidal wave, but you were careful to sigh instead of moaning. Jiwoo, on the other hand... She let out a moan, granted it was small, but you took the opportunity to tighten the leather around her throat.

"I-I'm sorry..." she whined. You said nothing, and only continued to move in and out of her. She kept her back arched well for you, and your free hand moved to her waist. You kept it slow for fear of making noise, but fucked her as deeply as possible to make up for it. She'd learned, apparently, to control her voice, and just sighed and panted intensely with every stroke. Eventually, Jiwoo grew exhausted and lost the arch in her back, her head leaning to the side. She groaned and you grabbed her face to turn it and look into her eyes.

"Quiet, Jiwoo... You really want your parents to know how much you love getting fucked? Hell, maybe you do. You're a lot sluttier than people think, huh? You keep up that cute, pure image out there, but in here, with me..." you kissed her cheek.

"I love getting... Ugh... Fucked..." she mumbled. She didn't even know what she was saying at this point, overwhelmed by pleasure from the deep fucking and her own fingers rubbing her clit, your dirty words turning her on more than she ever wanted to admit to herself. You sympathized with the tired girl, and pulled out of her, removed the belt from her throat, gave her a light push so that she flopped onto her back. She sighed and you noticed the redness on her neck. You leaned down and kissed it gently, running your tongue up and down; she ran her hands through your hair and gave a quiet hum in response. You leaned back up and pulled her to the edge of the bed by her legs. You once again teased her hole with your cock, and she smiled and bit her lip. Her eyes shut when you entered her again, and she opened her mouth soundlessly. You rocked back and forth, as fast as you could without making a sound. Your hands wandered to her breasts, grabbing them and massaging them roughly. Jiwoo covered her mouth with her hand. You felt her muscles start to tighten, her legs start to tremble, so you brought a hand to her pussy and rubbed her clit with your thumb. When you hit that perfect spot inside of her, touched her in just the right way, her whole body shuddered, and more of her sweet juices coated your dick and dripped out of her. You were surprised she was able to keep so quiet when she orgasmed; usually she was nearly screaming.

"Good girl... I'm close, baby," you said quietly. Her tightening around you had you on the edge. The pace was agonizing; you felt your orgasm building, her wetness dripping out, her warm velvet enveloping you, but you wished you could go just that little bit faster. Despite your frustration, you gritted your teeth and breathed out hard when you felt it coming. You leaned down and wrapped one arm around Jiwoo's waist, the other around the back of her head, pushed your face into her neck, hot breath giving her goosebumps.

"Fuck... I love you," she whispered. You came deep inside her and felt the hotness of your own cum as you rode out your high, pushing deeper and deeper. You slowed and pulled out, then leaned up to look at her.

"I love you, too," you answered. She giggled and you tickled her ribs, causing her to laugh louder. Her eyes widened and her hand quickly covered her mouth, but you laughed with her. She lazily rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean herself up, and you threw your boxers back on. She came back still wearing the matching pink underwear set and thigh highs.

"You can't just... Look like that," you said. She raised an eyebrow and made a goofy expression.

"What, can't control yourself?" she poked your arm.

"Mm, makes two of us," you said, hopping into her bed.

"Shut up," she replied as she crawled on top of you.

"Sure thing," you said. You kissed her softly and flicked off the lamp by the bedside. She pulled the blanket up and you were soon asleep underneath her.

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20 - Wouldn’t Change a Thing

Part 21

The Texas Tire Family

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Shutting the front door behind me with my right foot I dropped my bag on the floor. Georgie would be home from the tire store and the kids were getting off the school bus now. Shrugging my Jean jacket off I entered the kitchen seeing the front door opened and three sets of feet running towards me. “Hi mommy!” Eve jumped up into my arms still wearing her backpack.

“Ohhh hi girls. How was school today?” I asked bouncing Eve on my leg watching Aurora helping Montana get his backpack off.

Eve smiled, swinging off of me like a monkey. “I got pretty good on the monkey bars, mommy. And I got an A on my homework.”

“I played hops with other kids.” Montana said climbing up in one of the kitchen chairs grinning up at me with his hair getting curlier as he gets older like his father.

Aurora reached into the cabinet opening a bag of chips sitting down at the table with her brother. “Don’t tell dad but the boy at school I like might have asked me to go to the movies with him and some of our friends on Friday.”

“That’s great, you guys. And Rora, don't worry it will be our little secret.” I sent her a wink before the front door opened and it was slammed by Georgie where Montana jumped and made a terrified noise. Turning my head towards our kids I sent them into their rooms. “Kids, go into your rooms and do your homework while I talk to your father.”

Eve climbed off of me when I bent down my knees. I let her run off with her siblings leaving me alone with my husband. “Bye mommy.”

“Hey honey what’s wrong. I’ve never seen you come home from work upset?” I asked, rising to my feet brushing my hands off on my pants. He took his black jacket off kicking off his boots angrily and grabbing a beer from the fridge before he ever said a word.

“I got to thinking about your parents today…and whether they still like me after everything that happened.” He mumbled sitting down on the couch in the living room staring out the window.

Moving out of the kitchen I plopped down making him finally look me in the eye. “Georgie, you know they love you. I mean even though my father didn’t like it when we said we got pregnant at 17 or when you bought an old van instead of a good car.”

“Yeah but I mean it took a while before I was successful like I am now. I just want to feel like I have done a good job as a father and as a husband.” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair where I laid my head on his chest and he draped his arm over my back.

Intertwining our freehands together I whispered watching him slowly drink his beer known in that he didn’t like feeling like he didn’t deserve me. “Georgie, don’t think for a moment that you don’t deserve me. Cause you are the best person I ever know. And my parents do respect you.”

“Mommy, do I have to wear a dress!” Aurora whined at me when I shrugged a golden dress over her head seeing that she sent me a scowl.

Raising myself to my feet with my hands on my hips. “Rora, it's just for a few hours for Thanksgiving. With your grandparents so just do it and when we get home I’ll let you run around in a tea shirt and shorts for the rest of the night.”

“Deal.” She held up her pinky and I looped mine with hers seeing Georgie come out of the living room with Eve following his tail.

He tilted his head towards the door knowing they would be coming up the driveway now. My parents took the new job when we were younger. So they didn’t live just down the street like Connie and Mary did. “They’re here, darling. Are you ready for this?”

“I think so. Kids go say hi to them.” I pushed Rora toward Eve watching them leave the room giving us a minute alone. “Are you ready to do this? I know you’re nervous about having dinner with them?”

He nodded with a nervous gulp taking my hand in his where I led him into the dining room where my father got to his feet first. “It’s nice to see you again, Mr and Mrs. L/n.” Georgie shook my father’s hand with a smile.

“It’s good to see you too, Georgie. Now come here baby girl.” My father opened his arms wrapping me into a warm hug. Wrapping my arms around him I smiled, breaking the hug when my mother came over too.

Pulling her in for a hug she kissed my head before we sat down at the table together. “Hey sweetie. I’ve missed you and your girls.” Connie was nice enough to have made a lot of Brisket so we had split up half of that so we could have it for Thanksgiving and then eat it at the Cooper house.

“Georgie, there is something I want to say to you.” My father sat his fork down staring at my husband who sat across from him at the end of the table. I was sitting next to my mother leaving our daughters to be sitting across from us.

Georgie gulped, swallowing some bites of brisket in his mouth. “Uh yes sir.”

“At first I didn’t like you and I was questioning whether or not you were good enough for my little girl…and you have changed my mind about you at every turn.” My father stared closely at my husband and I could tell Georgie was nervous when he leaned back into his chair. “I must say I am proud of what you have done. You could have walked away yet you didn’t do that. Meaning you do care about her.”

My mother sent him a huge grin squeezing my shoulder when she put her fork down. “And we couldn’t be more proud that you are the man she deserves. We do respect what you have done. So thank you George.”

“See you had nothing to worry about.” Turning my head in the direction of my husband I sent him a huge smile. He was so terrified that he wouldn’t be good enough especially when I almost instantly became pregnant with Evelyn.

“Can we have the cake now?” Eve held her hands up heading towards the kitchen. Everyone at the table just began laughing before my mother got up and cut up some pieces of dessert.

Shifting myself upright I still held his hand in mine where his brown eyes were looking directly at me. He sighed heavily, dropping his shoulders. “Sorry I’m making a big deal out of something we have already talked about. I just don’t want to have them change their minds and think I’m not good enough.”

“Georgie stop it…You will never make them change their minds and see you as anything but amazing.“ Moving up onto his lap I wrapped my arms around his neck leaning forward and kissing him slowly.

He placed his hands on my waist holding me there while the kiss got more heated by the second. He leans forward into the kiss where I moved one of my hands into his curls. “I love you, Y/n my darling.”

“I love you too, Mr. Texan.” I mumbled in between kisses where he rested one hand against my face smiling the same look that he was.

Suddenly our perfect little moment was interrupted by Montana running inside the room and jumping on my back where I collapsed onto Georgie crackling loudly. “Dog pile on mommy and daddy!” He giggled hearing the two of us laughing alongside him.

“Attack!” Aurora and Eve came around the corner jumping up on the couch with us causing all of us to tumble over the side and hit the wooden floor with a thud.

Rubbing my head I groaned sitting up. “Maybe we shouldn’t do that anymore.”

“Ohh Eve spilled a drink.” Montana teased pointing to the spilled beer bottle by his father’s feet that he must have dropped during the fall.

Aurora brushed hair behind her ear apologizing to the two of us. “Sorry dad. Sorry mom.”

“It’s okay sweetheart. We had fun and that’s all that matters. We will clean up later.” I smiled towards them getting to my feet. I helped the kids up to their feet.

Georgie went into the kitchen grabbing a wet rag to clean up the mess. “You’re mother’s right. I wouldn’t change anything we did.” He flashed me a smile where I took the rag from him once we got the mess cleaned up and started thinking about what we were doing for dinner.

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The Healer 2

Teen!ReaderxAvengers

Summary: Y/n adjusts to life in the tower and the people they share it with.

Warnings: Bad sleep schedule. References to past trauma (kidnapping, murder of parents, etc.)

Gn!reader

Word count: 2,477

    Steve and you sat at the table, having just finished breakfast, and he outlined the plan for today. Having spent 14 years with a strictly regimented schedule, you found it helpful to have an idea what was happening on any given day.

    “In the morning I’d like you to meet someone, my friend Bucky. He’s a bit shy, but I think the two of you will get along. Then around noon Wanda wanted to take you out for lunch,” Steve said, “If you would like to go.”

    “That sounds nice.” You replied, “And after that?”

    “I don’t have any plans for the afternoon, if you and Wanda want to have an afternoon out, that’s fine by me. Be back by dinner though, there is a movie night afterwards.”

    “What’s that?”

    “We all get into comfortable clothing and watch a movie with a bunch of snacks.” Wanda said, as she popped into the room, “I think it’s one of our best Saturday traditions. Unless Stark chooses the movie.”

    “I can’t wait!” You said, “Today’s gonna be great.” Steve left the room, leaving you and Wanda to chat. After you’d finalized your plans for the afternoon, FRIDAY delivered an invitation to join Steve and his friend in the living room. You said goodbye to Wanda, and skipped to the living room.

    Steve sat facing the doorway, and across the coffee table from him was his friend Bucky. He had his back towards you. All you could see was his shoulder-length hair and the faint glint of metal on his left shoulder.

    “Ah, Y/n,” Steve said, “This is Bucky.” The second man turned around and – to your horror – you recognized his face. Thousands of thoughts rushed through your mind. Pure terror made you turn heel and sprint away. You dashed through the corridors in a confusing zig-zag, sprinting up stairs, until you found yourself on a deserted floor of the Tower. You looked for the most hidden spot and closed yourself in.

    A few minutes later, you heard FRIDAY ask where you were. You dared not speak, even to her. You heard people moving around the building, presumably searching for you. At one point Steve went room by room on the same floor as you. He opened the closet you were in, and peeked inside. 

    “Oh hey there.” Steve said, “Are you okay?” He took your silence as a no.

    “That’s fine. Do you wanna talk about what happened?” He asked, “I just wanna make sure you know you’re safe.”

    “I-I…” you choked up, “I knew him.”

    “Bucky?” Steve seemed taken aback, “When did you meet him?”

    “The first time, I think I was about two,” You said, “Was when HYDRA captured me. It was a pitch black fall night. Cold too. Somehow my parents managed to convince me to run into the woods and hide before HYDRA got inside. There was a small cave, barely wide enough for a toddler to fit inside of, and I wedged myself in.

    “I heard the shots that silenced my family. They were crisp and clear. Then his footsteps came crunching across the leaves, closer and closer. He found the cave, and looked inside. His eyes were empty. Lifeless. Nothing behind them.” You shuddered.

    “He reached in, grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, and… And…”

    “It’s ok Y/n.” Steve said. “That sounds terrifying. He’s not the same man.”

    “People don’t change that much.” You replied.

    “No,” Steve said, “His mind isn’t the same. Back then he was under the complete command of HYDRA. They called him the Winter Soldier and wiped his memories. Whatever they said, he did. They controlled him like a puppet.”

    “If they completely controlled him, how did he get to be here?” You asked suspiciously.

    “Three years ago HYDRA sent him out to kill me,” Steve said, “Seeing me sparked some recognition, since we’d been childhood friends. After we battled he ran away from HYDRA. It was just last year that I finally found him again.”

    “I see.” You said, “Steve… does he remember what he– no, The Soldier – did?”

    “Yes and no.” Steve said, “The details are fuzzy for him, but he says he remembers every single person he’d hurt.”

    “Oh God…” You murmured, “That must be horrible… Remembering so many you’ve injured… Knowing it was your hands, and yet not your mind…”

    Both of you sat for a few minutes until FRIDAY interrupted.

    “Message from Sam Wilson: Has anyone found them?”

    “FRIDAY,” Steve said to her, “Please tell them that I found them.” Steve walked you to your room.

    “Lunch is planned for an hour from now,” He said, “If you still want to go with Wanda.”

    “Yeah…” You replied, “I’ll be ready by then.”

    You and Wanda ate at a little hole-in-the-wall Shawarma restaurant. Afterwards, you settled at a park and relaxed for a bit. You were seated on a bench underneath a tree and shared a bag of candied fruits. The conversation drifted from topic to topic, most of them were light, like what your favorite flavor of ice cream was.

    Eventually it drifted to the events of earlier that day. You explained the situation to Wanda, your abduction fourteen years ago and the shock of seeing him today.

    “I think I understand.” Wanda said, “You have every right to feel angry at him.”

    “I… I don’t know if I am. Angry, that is. I definitely feel something. I don't know what exactly it is.”

    “If you’re okay with it, Y/n, I could go through your mind with you.” She suggested, “I do this often when people need help figuring out emotions.”

    “No, thanks.” You said, “I’ve almost got it. I think I just need time to think.”

    “That’s normal.” Wanda reassured you, “Whatever emotions you decide you’re feeling, I assure you you’re more than within your right to feel them. Angry, sad, scared. Happy even.”

    “Really?”

    “Yeah,” She said nonchalantly, “They’re your emotions.”

    “Yeah… I guess you’re right.” You thought for a moment. “Are you going to the movie night?”

    “Of course!” Wanda said, “What about you?”

    “I think I’ll go.” 

    “That’s great, do you wanna sit by me or Steve?”

    “Depends on who’s holding the snacks.” You smiled.

    “Good point…” Wanda said, “I might have to rethink the seating arrangements…” You and Wanda hung out at the park until the bag of candied fruits was empty. The two of you drifted back to the Tower, about an hour before dinner. Sam was making dinner, and the smell guided you to the kitchen.

    “Hey Sam.” You said, “What’s cooking?” 

    “Very funny.” He grinned, adding spices to a bubbling pot. 

    “I wasn’t joking. What’s for dinner?”

    “Oh, you were serious.” Sam said, “It’s jambalaya.”

    “Cool.”

    “Anything else?” 

    “Eh.” You shrugged, and after a moment asked, “Have you talked with Steve’s friend much?”

    “Bucky? Yeah, a little.” He said, “We’ve gone on half a dozen missions together. He’s not very talkative at first, once you get to know him he’s kind of an idiot. I understand if you don’t wanna interact with him. Steve didn’t tell me exactly what happened between you two, but I know something happened.”

    “Yeah, the Winter Soldier kidnapped me when I was two.” You said, “The Soldier’s not really him, is it? So it would be mean of me to hold it against him.”

    “Trauma manifests itself in different ways,” Sam put the lid back on the pot, “If seeing his face is what sets you off, then you probably should stay away from each other. On the other hand, if knowing they’re different people is enough to make you okay with him, that’s cool too. Now scoot on out of here! I’ve got a lot of cooking to do!”

    You left the kitchen, meandered through the dining room, then went downstairs to one of the quieter living rooms. Loki, who was apparently a god, was seated in the nook by the window.

    “Hello.” He said, barely glancing up from his book.

    “Hi.” You said, “What’re you reading?”

    “Carlo Goldoni.”

    “Which one?”

    “The Servant of Two Masters.”

    “Oh cool! Antony really liked that one. He even taught me some of the lines.”

    “Anthony Stark read Goldoni?” Loki asked skeptically.

    “No, not Anthony, Antony.” You shook your head, “He was like a father to me, back when I was imprisoned.”

    “What happened to him?” Loki asked, as he marked his page and set down his book.

“Oh you know…” You shrugged, “Death got him at the battle when we escaped.”

“I’m so sorry little one.”

“Eh, not the first time I’ve lost a father-figure.” You said, tears welling up. “Has to happen sooner or later, so why not just get it out of the way?” You wiped your tears with your sleeve, since you’d failed at holding them in.

Visibly unsure what to do, Loki stood up.

“Uh. Would you like a… hug?” He finally asked. You nodded and hugged him. Loki sat back down to be eye-to-eye with you.

“Y/n,” He said, “I need you to know that your childhood has not been normal. Most people don’t have to lose their parents until they are middle-aged. You’ve lost three parents before turning 18. You’ve fought against international evils. You have been through more physical injuries than most people go through in a lifetime. You have been through more than your fair share of pain, physical and mental. You are strong.”

“Thank you.” You said. You cried a bit more. Once you stopped Loki spoke again.

“If it’s any consolation,” He said, “My sister is the Goddess of Death. I’m sure she will be welcoming to such a noble fighter as Antony was.” His tone shifted to playfully menacing, “If you ever tell Stark, my brother, or anyone else that I hugged you, I will deny it. I have a reputation to uphold.” You laughed a little, then read with him until dinnertime. 

After everyone had eaten their fill of jambalaya, and had their desert of bananas foster, they migrated to the living room. Instead of watching in one of the many movie theaters in the Tower, the living room was the chosen area. The blankets and pillows could be stacked as high as needed, and snacks were only a little ways away.

You ended up sitting on a couch between Wanda and Steve. Steve had buttered popcorn while Wanda had a bowl of gummies. The first movie was Castle in the Sky. Right before it started, you noticed Bucky walk by the door. He contemplated joining, and decided against it when he saw you.

The movie was a blast, even though the team didn’t have the best history with robots and flying cities. Especially ones that threaten to end the world. Around midnight the movies wrapped up, and you headed to bed. Stark wanted to stay up later. Ms. Potts convinced him to get some sleep. (“Anthony Howard Stark, if you don’t get to bed right this instant I will remove your access to the lab.”)

You crawled into bed but only got two and a half hours of sleep. That’s when you instinctively woke up to get water. Your legs felt like they needed a little stretch, so you walked down to the kitchen. 

Over the first two nights you had memorized the path and the room, so you didn’t need to turn on the lights until you needed to get a glass down. This meant that you didn’t see the man on the floor as you passed him by. You flicked the light on, and he sat bolt-upright.

“Ah!” You said, “Sorry. I didn’t see you there.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Bucky mumbled, “You didn’t expect to see someone in the kitchen at two thirty in the morning. I’ll leave.”

“No, it’s okay.” You said, “You’re free to go wherever you please.” He sat on the floor for a few more moments, and you drank a couple glasses of water.

“Why are you on the floor anyway?” You asked.

“Uh…” Bucky hesitated, “The bed feels too soft.” He admitted.

“Really?”

“Yeah, like I’m going to fall right through it.”

“Huh,” You shrugged, “It was the exact opposite for me. I absolutely adore everything soft and comfortable.” Silence fell, and you sat on the countertop.

“I’m sorry.” He eventually said, “I’m a monster… I’ve killed so many… Your parents, too.”

“If it’s any comfort,” You said, “You’ve never been anything but kind to me.”

“Really?” Bucky asked, “I literally killed your parents.”

“Was it really you? Steve told me about the Winter Soldier and brainwashing. At least the way he described it, they took your mind away.”

“That’s one way to describe it.”

“Do you remember abducting me?”

“I remember faces…” He said, “Not much else.”

“The Soldier pulled up outside our house, my parents were watching. They knew something was coming. They pushed me out the back door and insisted I go hide in the woods. That’s what I did. Pushed myself into a thin crevice in the rocks. While running I dropped my stuffed animal, a small elephant.

“When the Soldier found me, his eyes were empty. He couldn’t reach far enough into the cave to grab me. The elephant on the ground caught his attention, and he picked it up. For a split second there was something in his eyes and he offered it to me. He whispered ‘It’s okay, you’re okay,’ and promised me another elephant if I left the cave. I crawled towards him, his eyes went empty again, and he grabbed me.”

“So I abducted you as a small child?”

“No. The Soldier did. For that moment you had your mind, when there was something in your eyes, your first instinct was to comfort a scared child.” You both sat in silence for another moment.

“My sister was once stuck in between two houses.” Bucky recalled, “Nobody could reach her, she was terrified. Finally, I had to convince her to come out by offering her a doll.”

“That does sound awfully similar to what happened to me. Maybe that’s how you were able to break away, even if just for a moment.”

“Maybe.” 

“I forgive you.” You said, “Even if it doesn’t change anything, I can’t let you believe that I hold any of it against you.”

“Thank you.” His voice cracked. Hearing someone he’d truly hurt forgive him was different than listening to his friend say 'it wasn’t you.' There was no denial that someone had been hurt. It wasn’t a friend trying to comfort a friend. This was a real person he had deeply affected telling him it’s in the past.

You slipped off the counter and went back upstairs to bed, leaving him with a “Goodnight Bucky.”

“‘Night Y/n.” As soon as you’d turned the corner his silent tears fell. It was freeing for both of you. Forgiving and being forgiven, equally liberating, but in different ways.

Part 1, Part 3

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𝗠𝘆 𝗚𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗵 𝗘𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 #𝟭

ᗩ/ᑎ : this is just part 1, there is 100% gonna be more from me, but this is the first part. Also DISCLAIMER: these are “my” head canons for Gareth, we might not all agree on something about him so pls don’t get offended by any of these, please and thank you. Enjoy!

♥︎ as we all know, he loves Dr. pepper, for sure his favorite/go to drink

♥︎ we all ofc see him as a big brother, I see him having one younger sister, I can imagine her name being something with a G like Gareth, Grace or something like that.

♥︎I don’t see Gareths dad being in his life, I 100% see a Joyce and Wills dad kinda thing, but also some Lexi and Cassie (euphoria) thing happening.

♥︎basically divorced parents, doesn’t hear from his dad and quite frankly doesn’t want to after all the shit he put him, his sister, and mom through. But still expects him to at least reach out once in a blue moon (which he does not)

♥︎ not controlling, but definitely gets extremely jealous very easily

♥︎ 100% skateboards, I can only see him riding the skateboard, I don’t see him being one to master flips and what not

♥︎favorite fruit is strawberries, you can’t change my mind.

♥︎ I don’t see him like Eddie and not knowing how to cook, I can see him knowing how to cook very well, and sometimes cooks dinner for his little sister when his mom is working night shift/ double shifts.

♥︎ best care taker, invites you over the nights his mom isn’t there and cooks for the 3 of you, you helping him put his sister to bed before going downstairs and watching scary movies before bed.

♥︎horror movie fanatic, this boy goes crazy for horror movies and laughs at times he shouldn’t but he can’t help it.

♥︎due to this, he probably takes so many trips to family video and I can see him and Steve having conversations and Gareth asking “what’s so special about you anyways? Henderson is constantly praising you at Hellfire, it’s getting annoying”

♥︎ favorite movie franchise is Friday the 13th, but I see that changing once the chucky movies comes out.

♥︎ can be a picky eater at times, someone who stays safe when it comes to going out to eat, chicken tenders/fingers with a side of fries if they have it is his safe option.

♥︎I don’t see him liking coffee

♥︎energy drinks is his caffeine

♥︎ not one for fancy places, happily settles on fast food

♥︎here me out, he watch’s wrestling, and loves it.

♥︎not a noisy sleeper but tends to move a lot (I’m the same way lol)

♥︎doesn’t smoke but will have a beer every now and then

♥︎definitely plays video games, takes trips to the arcade a few times a month, usually with Dustin or you.

♥︎ he definitely is an animal lover but not 100% capable of owning one himself.

♥︎ Polaroid pictures. Polaroid pictures. POLAROID PICTURES!!!!

♥︎ everyone says he would have his nails painted but I have to respectfully disagree, I don’t see him as one to have painted nails, I see that more in Eddie than anything, but definitely not Gareth

♥︎when he has free time and not with the band/hellfire, he likes to do drum covers on songs he likes or does songs you like to impress you.

♥︎Halloween is his favorite day of the year

♥︎has a good relationship with your parent(s)

♥︎consent king, always asking if this and that is okay, even just kisses on the cheek sometimes.

♥︎I can see him liking science class but hating every other class

♥︎usually skips gym class

♥︎his favorite artificial flavor is cherry

♥︎steals food off your plate

♥︎ he secretly loves love songs. He loves ‘head over heels’ by tears for fears.

♥︎ BONUS: if you were a cheerleader, he would come to your practices and pep rally’s but would sit in the corner somewhere or some place where you would have to look extra hard to find him, not because he doesn’t wanna be seen with you but because he doesn’t wanna hear any snarky comments from one of the jocks.

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 2 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣!!!

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We Made This Family

Steve x reader x Tony

Tony Stark had pined after Y/N L/N and Steve Rogers for longer than he would ever admit. 

And during this unspecified amount of time, Tony had noticed a lot of things about the two.

Tony noticed that Steve loved romcoms. Like, a lot. 

Tony saw that Y/N couldn't stand a mystery. If it was a book or a movie, she would skip to the end and then go back to the beginning.

Tony Stark noticed how Steve and Y/N woke up every day and were always ready to fight whatever problems were thrown at them. No matter how impossible or deadly they were.

What Tony didn't see was that Steve Rogers and Y/N L/N were pining after him too. 

It took the rest of the Avengers scheming and planning for the three to get their shit together and finally go out on a date.

And now, two months into the relationship, Tony was learning that there were a lot of things he hadn't noticed about Y/N or Steve.

One of the biggest things he had somehow failed to see was how much Steve Rogers and Y/N L/N were the parents of this team.

Non-reader POV

"I don't think I've said this in years, but I am full." Steve sighed, pushing his food away. 

"You know that you didn't have to eat everything that was put in front of you." Y/N rolled her eyes. 

"But Tony got so much food," Steve whined, causing Tony to laugh. "I didn't want to be rude."

"It's called leftovers, honey." Y/N shook her head. 

"I only got this much, so you didn't take any of my pasta," Tony said, putting the pasta bowl he'd been clutching down. 

"I did that once at team dinner, and I said I was sorry," Steve whined. 

"You're lucky you're hot, babe," Tony said, patting the blonde's thigh. 

"I will say this, and I don't want either of you to call me a hypocrite, but I think I need to take a walk to digest all this," Y/N said, rising to a stand. 

"We could go for a run?" Steve suggested. 

"Or, there's an exercise we can do that burns calories and is fun," Tony said, pulling Y/N onto his lap as she tried to move past him.

"Oh really? Let me guess, yoga?" Y/N joked as she turned in Tony's arms. 

"Something like that," Tony said, standing as he held Y/N up. "Steve, you in for a little exercise?"

"You don't need to try and twist my arm, Tony." Steve chuckled as he stood and followed the two.

It was hours later, and Tony was fast asleep between his lovers when FRIDAY awoke him and his bedmates.

"Snooze FRIDAY." Tony groaned, throwing his arm over his face.

"Sorry, boss, but this alarm is for Miss L/N," FRIDAY said, causing Y/N to sit upright.

"What's up, FRI?" Y/N asked, pulling on Steve's shirt.

"Miss Maximoff is in distress and standing in your living room," FRIDAY told her.

"Yep, I'm on it. Just tell Wanda I'll be one second." Y/N said, pulling on her pants as she got out of the bed. 

"Everything okay?" Tony asked, sitting up to watch Y/N steal his sweatshirt.

"Everything's fine, hon," Y/N promised, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Go back to sleep."

"You sure you don't want some help? Teenagers can be very angsty." Tony joked.

"Trust me, I know what Wanda needs right now." Y/N gave Tony a sad smile before she moved to the bedroom door. 

"I'm so sorry, but Pietro dies tomorrow, and I keep seeing it every time I close my eyes. I can't stop him." Tony could hear Wanda say before Y/N gently shushed her and closed the door behind her.

"Go back to sleep, doll." Steve groaned, pulling Tony into his chest.

"Are you sure Y/N isn't going to need some backup? I make a mean hot chocolate." Tony said, causing Steve to chuckle.

"I don't doubt that, but Y/N has got this down to a T," Steve said.

"What does that mean?" Tony asked, raising his head off the blonde's chest. 

"Y/N has a standing arrangement with Wanda and a couple others in the Tower. If someone has nightmares or nights they can't sleep, they come to her." Steve explained with a shrug.

"Seriously? How long's that been going on?" Tony questioned the man.

"I'm not really sure anymore," Steve said after a minute. "It's been going on long enough Y/N's got a routine with everyone. You know, talks things through with those like Wanda, spars with others. I think she went to an all-night cat cafe with Buck once." Steve hummed.

"I didn't know that," Tony mumbled. 

"Well, you know, Y/N is pretty good at keeping secrets." Steve shrugged. "She'd never tell one without someone's permission."

"Yeah, she's amazing like that," Tony whispered before yawning and settling back down on Steve's chest.

Reader POV

"Steve, are you wearing my apron?" You asked as you entered the kitchen where Steve was cooking, and Tony was working on the island.

"Yes, sorry, mine was dirty." Steve apologised, only briefly turning away from the stove.

"That's the whole point of an apron, hon." You rolled your eyes. "You want a hand with anything?" You wondered, moving further into the kitchen.

"No, I have everything under control. You just have a seat, and dinner will be ready soon." Steve waved you to sit beside Tony.

"Did he drag you out of your hole?" You questioned Tony.

"Apparently, twelve hours is my limit." Tony rolled his eyes. "Tablet's the loophole," Tony smirked as Steve huffed.

"Only if you eat as well." Steve reminded the man as he checked his notebook. "Oh, shoot."

"Who says shoot?"

"What'd you do?"

"I forget Bruce had talked Nat into keto this week." Steve sighed, moving a pan off the burner.

"I thought that was last week?" You cocked your head. 

"No, last week Bruce and Wanda were fasting," Steve told you. "That's alright. I can make them something separate." He said, already beginning to prepare something the two could eat.

"How the hell do you know who's on what diet and when?" Tony shook his head. "And I get told I know useless facts."

"They are not useless facts, Tony." Steve rolled his eyes. "I make team dinners. Of course, I know these things."

"He interviewed everyone after he started making team dinners, you know? Steve's still got the notebook somewhere with all food allergies and preferences." You told Tony.

"Hidden safely away from the rest of the world on pain of Natasha's wrath," Steve added, causing you to laugh.

"Seriously?"

"Well, I understand. Can't be a superspy with a list of food allergies out in the world." Steve shrugged.

"No, you made a list of what everyone likes? Why don't I remember this?" Tony asked, looking between the two of you.

"I think you were on day three of a lab binge." You recalled. "You were kinda out of it."

"Hence the twelve-hour ban," Steve told the scientist.

"You know what, Steve? You're kinda like a dad." Tony said, causing you to snort and Steve to choke on air.

"What?" Steve asked, turning to face the two of you. 

"You know, you cook for everyone, know what they all like, Steve, you have a notebook filled with allergies! You're the team's daddy." Tony teased.

"Don't say that." Steve groaned as you cackled.

"What? Don't like it when I call you daddy?" Tony teased.

"Tony."

"Alright, alright, I'll stop," Tony said, holding his hands up in front of him. "Daddy."

"Alright, that's it!"

"I can't believe he overrode the twelve-hour rule," Steve grumbled as the two of you stood in the elevator.

"What did you expect, hon? He built FRIDAY. Of course, he can override her codes." You shook your head. "We're lucky that lasted as long as it did."

"If I may interject." FRIDAY interrupted. "Boss left this alone because he only just remembered your previous conversation."

"Yeah, that checks out." Steve sighed as the elevator stopped. 

The two of you moved into Tony's lab and were surprised you didn't see the man, or any of his mess, right away.

"You don't think he's stuck under a car, do you?" Steve questioned you as the two of you moved further into the lab.

"If he is, you're lifting the car." You said as you heard Tony speak.

"Dum-E! Enough! You're going to hurt your sister!" Tony scolded.

Rounding a corner, you found Tony standing with Vision at his side as he narrowed his eyes at a robot at his feet.

"Apologise now," Tony said, causing the bot to let out several pitiful beeps.

"Dum-E says he's deeply sorry," Vision told Tony as another robot let out a beep. "U accepts."

"Good, now where were we?" Tony asked as the two turned back to face a holographic design.

"I was about to tell you where you made your error, Tony." Vision said, causing Tony to let out a loud gasp.

"How dare you, Robo-son?" Tony exclaimed, placing his hand on his heart. "I made you, and this is how you treat me?"

"Technically speaking, Tony, four people made me."

"Yeah, and Brucie's not looking to be a father, Thor ran off to do some big dumb hunk things, and Ultron was a horrible creator." Tony waved him off. "So you better be careful, or all I'll leave these terrors to you in my will," Tony said, gesturing to the robots playing behind him.

"Oh, no, having my siblings sequestered onto me? Whatever will I do?" Loki deadpanned, causing Tony to gasp again.

"Sass back! That's it! Dunce hat for you!" Tony said, causing Vision to chuckle.

"Hate to interrupt, boys, but the only one getting a dunce hat is going to be you, Tony." You said, causing the two to face you and Steve.

"Sweetcheeks! Lover-boy! What are you two doing down here?" Tony cocked his head.

"You've been in here for fourteen hours." Steve crossed his arms and rose a brow. 

"What? No! We've been in here since nine, and it's only like eleven." Tony waved him off.

"Yes, eleven at night." You said, causing Tony's eyes to widen.

"Ah."

"Yeah, ah."

"Oh, I do believe Wanda will be going to be now." Vision said, collecting his things. "Sorry, Tony,"

"No, I get it. Always got to stay in the good books with a partner." Tony nodded, waving Vision towards the door. "Get some rest, or whatever you do, we'll pick this up tomorrow."

"Of course, Tony." Vision nodded. "Good night." Vision said, nodding at Steve and Tony and embracing you.

"Want to tell me when you started threatening all your children with a dunce hat?" You asked Tony as he began to shut down his lab. 

"When they all started acting like dunces." Tony snarked.

"Well, at least they're taking after you." Steve joked as Dum-E began to roll repeatedly into his leg. 

"Dum-E! Seriously?" Tony groaned before pointing at a corner.

"He's just saying hi, hon." You said, kneeling to the robot's height and taking his claw.

"Yeah, well, he can say hi to you tomorrow. Right now, it's time for robots to go to sleep so I can get to bed and stay out of trouble." Tony said, gesturing for all the bots to move into their spaces.

"Don't think just because the kids are around you won't be getting in trouble." Steve snorted. 

"Oh, like they've ever gotten me out of trouble in the first place," Tony said, moving to the two of you. "Say goodnight to Mom and Dads guys," Tony called, causing all the bots to let out several beeps. 

"Good night." FRIDAY chirped.

"When did we adopt several robot children?" Steve asked as the three of you stood in the elevator.

"About the same time, we adopted the Avengers." Tony shrugged.

"Well, I've always wanted a big family." You mentioned as Tony wrapped his arm around your waist.

"What would two think about adding another to the family?" Tony wondered. 

"I'm not apposed." Steve smiled.

"Neither am I." You added.

"But I think that's a talk for the morning," Steve said, throwing his arm around Tony's shoulders.

"Couldn't hurt to practice the making part tonight, could it?"

"No, of course not. After all, practice makes perfect."

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[chickalupe]

Feeling very down right now, just want to vent...

(Treating this like my old Livejournal since I don't really have anywhere else I can complain LMAO)

I've been out of work since August after completely running out of FMLA.

Between getting severe COVID in February and being out recovering for 6 weeks -- and then with Long COVID making the chronic fatigue and migraines I already had even worse -- I ended up missing so much work that I used all the time FMLA allowed before the year was even half over.

I'm living with my parents now and don't really have income except my savings; honestly most days I don't have the physical or mental spoons to even contemplate applying for even a part-time remote position yet. Thankfully I also have a retirement fund I am slowly cashing in, even if that also isn't really sustainable long-term. (But me losing my insurance will definitely be an issue soon when I run out of refills for my prescription meds...)

I'm aware that I've been pretty isolated since August; I've gotten maybe like two texts from former co-workers. I'm mostly asleep during the daytime and don't drive, so going out is hard. The person I consider my BFF is out of state and is busy with their own life. The only people I talk to most days are my Mom and Dad. (Admittedly, I am also pretty terrible about calling or texting people!) Tumblr has thus been the majority of my social interaction, for good or ill.

On top of all that, my birthday is this Friday and I always find myself depressed anyway this time of year. Like, it's probably half Seasonal Affective Disorder, and half a reminder that I'm a year older and having mixed feelings about where I am in life, IDK... But the current situation of *gestures vaguely at everything* isn't helping. So I am very blergh in general.

My parents and I had made vague plans a couple weeks ago that we could all go out for dinner on my actual birthday; nothing fancy, maybe the nearest sit-down Mexican restaurant. I was kinda looking forward to it. Mom just informed me that she is now unavailable after 5pm on my b-day itself since she offered to babysit kids for someone in their church that evening and night. We can't do it tomorrow night either, because Mom & Dad will be at a craft show from 4pm to 10pm.

And... it's fine, I guess. I'm disappointed but I'm an adult. I'm not gonna throw a tantrum or yell and cry or try to guilt her about it. She brought me flowers from the grocery store as a sort of peace offering and says we can still have cake or whatever. We'll probably do something on Saturday instead.

But EVERY YEAR, it's something. Last year, it was the cheesecake I asked for as a birthday cake getting dropped on the way into the house from the car; over half of it was smushed and then Dad stole the best remaining slice for himself. The two years before that, it was during the worst of the pandemic so I just had mediocre delivery food. I literally cannot remember the last birthday I really enjoyed in over a decade and half.

Another big source of anxiety right now -- we found out have 60 days to move since the leasing company is selling this house. So we have to find a new place, be packed and then move by January. Meanwhile home inspectors, realty agents and potential buyers are walking through while we're still living here, and it's super stressful. Words can't express how much I hate strangers being here any and all days of the week.

I guess I'm feeling a bit sorry for myself. I'm not trying to be whiny or woe-is-me, but my mental health right now is uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Not Great (tm) 😅. I do try hard to be positive but it just takes so much energy and I'm stressed and a little numb.

Not really sure how to end this. I just really needed to put it all in writing as a journal-type situation so that I don't end up crying in real life LOL.

Current Mood: burnt-out 😑

Current Music: HGTV playing in the background

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Cold Hearted

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff, Bucky x reader x Nat(past) Reader x ???

Chapter 3

Warnings:swearing, angst, smut, forced drugging, rape noncon/dubcon

18 AND OLDER ONLY.

NO MINORS.

The Snap, 7 years ago

BB was sitting on the couch watching the news in the tiny London apartment she was squatting. Tony Stark and Doctor Strange fighting monsters or aliens in New York City earlier and reports that all of the Avengers were in Wakanda fighting more of them but there wasn't any video of that. As she watched, one of the anchors turned to dust and his co anchor screamed.

BB looked out on the street and there were cars crashed, people yelling and others disappearing. Her heart was racing, what was going on? She tried to call Yelena but there was no answer. Yelena was supposed to contact her in a few days but what if she was one of the lost, or Ana had killed her.

BB cried softly as she curled up on the couch and watched the news reports. Millions, maybe billions of people and animals just turned to dust. Planes crashed without pilots, children were left without parents. The world was in chaos.

BB spent months in that apartment, waiting to hear from Yelena and trying to figure out her next move when she realized Yelena was probably dead. One afternoon as she was gathering everything she had acquired, mostly from looting and picking pockets, there was a news report with a statement from two Avengers, Captain America and Black Widow. It was Natalia, her Natalia alive and well. BB knew the Avengers were based out of New York so started trying to figure out how to cross the ocean. She went to the docks and airport regularly to see if travel was picking up and saw a ship leaving just a couple of weeks ago. She pooled together all her valuable possessions and headed to the docks to see if she could find a ship to take her to the US.

6 months later BB finally stepped off a boat onto American soil. She looked around the terminal to see where to go next. There's a couple of volunteers from one of the organizations that have been trying to help refugees.

One of them approached her "Do you need some help Miss? Have family in the city?"

BB smiled and shook her head "Not in the city, upstate. My cousin works as a nurse at the Avengers compound. She's the only family I've been able to find."

The volunteer nodded "I know where that is. There is a bus that stops near there but the next scheduled departure is in the morning. Do you have a place to stay nearby? Or money for a place? We have a shelter not far from here, give me a minute and I'll see if they have any beds left."

They walked away for a moment to make a call and came back smiling. "You're in luck. They do have room and dinner will be up in about 30 minutes so your timing is perfect."

They wrote the address and directions, signing the paper so the shelter would know he sent her.

"Good luck miss. I hope you have a happy reunion with your cousin. Take care and god bless."

BB nodded and thanked them before heading to the shelter. When she arrived she found that it was nicer than she expected. She had her own little cubicle with a bed and night stand. Dinner was alright, not the best but it was filling and she had survived on much worse.

After a restless night she boarded the bus to make the trip north. According to the map she was given, the compound was just a bit outside of the city so she wouldn't have far to go.

"No, Nat. I'm tired of arguing about it. We need to set an example and-"

He was interrupted by the security system alarm "What's going on Friday?"

"There appears to be someone at the gate Captain Rogers"

"Great, groupies or haters?"

"She doesn't seem to be either. Said she is Agent Romanoffs sister."

Nat looked up "Yelena? Friday, put her on screen"

When she could see who it was Nat gasped "BB! Oh my gosh. Let her in, I'll go meet her" Nat was tearing up as she bolted for the stairs to get to the lobby.

BB approached the building cautiously, not sure what to expect. She hoped Nat remembered her, it seems like it had been ages since they saw each other.

The door opened and Nat came flying out. "BB!! You're alive"

And smothered her in a hug, both women crying, happy to find someone they knew was still here, that they didn't lose everything.

BB tensed when she heard someone clearing their throat.

Nat laughed "Its ok BB. That's just Steve. You're safe here. We'll find a room for you."

Bb pulled back and looked at Steve. There was something intimidating about the man. The height didn't bother her as he was only a few inches taller than her almost 6 feet. He was so muscular that he was almost as wide as he was tall but had a kind smile.

She nodded at him "Hi Steve. I'm BB."

Steve looked at Nat questioningly "She was in the red room with me, Bucky and I trained her"

BB looked around "Bucky? Is he here?"

Nat shook her head sadly "He was fighting with us in Wakanda but didn't make it."

BB teared up "I think Yelena was dusted too. She was supposed to call me and never did. Never answered her phone. I waited but when I saw you and him, I mean Steve, on tv I decided to come here. Took awhile to save the money but I made it.

Nat squeezed her again "at least we have each other. You can make yourself at home"

Steve just stood to the side and watched the women together. BB seemed too young to be a widow but he knew some had some form of super soldier serum. She had such a childlike, innocent beauty he could see how she'd be good at getting close to men who only think with their little head. They probably never saw her coming.

He admired her long and lithe form, so graceful.

Steve felt drawn to BB and tried to spend as much time as he could with her, without seeming like a lovesick puppy. She made him feel alive and hopeful for the first time since the snap. They became good friends and 2 years after she showed up on his doorstep he asked her on a date.

Their relationship bloomed and he stopped yearning for the era he came from because he had a woman who completed him right now. All he needed was to find a way to reverse the snap.

A year later he proposed and BB was thrilled. All she could remember was the red room and she never dreamed she could find happiness like she had now.

Not long after Steve proposed another straggler showed up on his doorstep but this one would change everything. Scott Lang helped them figure out how to bring everyone back.

When returning the stones Steve saw Peggy and stopped in his tracks. He wished he could talk to her, tell her he was ok and give her a hug but he didn't want to risk messing up the timeline and couldn't wait to get back to BB.

BB, Nat and Bucky had a joyful reunion. Bucky and Nat wanted BB to join their relationship like it had been in the red room but Steve was so happy with her that they let her go. Their wedding was the first event the team celebrated when the compound was rebuilt.

A few months after Tony reversed the snap Bucky and Sam went to Europe to deal with the Flagsmashers. They ran into Sharon Carter and with Steve's help convinced the president to pardon her.

The first time BB met Sharon she was reserved. Sharon was friendly but there was something dark that couldn't be trusted. Her smiles and laughs felt forced and insincere. Steve had told her he had a brief relationship with Sharon years ago but promised he wasn't even tempted, BB was everything he needed.

BB trusted Steve, wanted to trust him so badly and against her instincts. She told Steve about her concerns and he reassured her that Sharon had been through some dark times during the blip but was a good person and understood that Steve was committed to BB now. BB caught Sharon staring at her or Steve all the time with a wicked look in her eyes but BB trusted Steve.

One night when BB was gone on a mission with Sam and Nat, Sharon approached Steve in the gym "I saw your girl is gone, want to have dinner with me? I could use the company."

Steve shrugged "Sure, what did you have in mind? There's a diner nearby that isn't much to look at but has great food."

Sharon shook her head "I'm really not up for going anywhere. Why don't I order something and we can watch a movie in my room?"

Steve hesitated "I'm not sure that's appropriate Sharon. I'm engaged you know."

Sharon laughed "Of course I know, she brags about a widow catching Captain America all the time. I just figured that hanging in the common room would invite gossip. Don't worry you can trust me."

"Yeah, I see your point and I know I can trust you. Let me get cleaned up and I'll come by."

Sharon smiled sweetly until Steve turned away and her malevolence shone through.

It was easy enough for her to drug Steve. He was too trusting. Halfway through dinner he sat back.

Sharon touched his arm "You ok, hon? You look a little flustered"

"Yeah, I feel a bit off. Like I was hitting Thor's liquor but I haven't had anything. Is it getting hot in here? Sorry, I need to take my shirt off" he started to remove his shirt then caught himself and blushed "I'm sorry Sharon that was very inappropriate. I better get back to my room."

Sharon smiled sweetly "But Steve, I don't know if you should be left alone right now. Why don't you take your shirt off and lay back on the couch. I'll get you some cold water.

When she gave him the water Steve felt like his skin was burning where their fingers touched. His chest was sweaty and heaving, he could feel himself getting aroused. His erection straining against his pants.

He tried to stand up but got dizzy and felt a rush all through his body.

"I better go, something is really wrong"

Sharon laughed "Don't be ridiculous Stevie. You can barely walk but I'll bet I know something you can do"

She rubbed his crotch, moaning at how hard he was.

Steve moaned "Fuck Sharon I need more"

His hips chased her hand needing that friction.

When she started to open his fly he groaned "No Sharon I can't do this. I love BB, I can't hurt her. Please leave and sleep in my room."

Sharon ignored his pleas, too close to what she wanted to stop now, and pulled his pants and underwear down his legs. She smiled at his cock, red, angry and leaking at the tip. She ran her finger over the tip and he almost came from just that contact. Then she leaned over and took him in her mouth, he groaned, bucked his hips up and came down her throat with a shout.

Steve felt so good, he had never cum like that before but his cock was still painfully hard and he knew what he needed to do, all thoughts of BB lost to the pleasure Sharon was giving him. She took her clothes off and climbed on top of him, sinking slowly down on his cock until he was fully seated in her heat and groaned. "Fuck Sharon, you feel so good. More I need more, ride me hard and fast. Please" he begged her

Sharon did as he bid her chasing her own orgasm because the drug she gave him guaranteed his.

"Oh god, BB, baby. You feel so good" he cried deliriously. Sharon scowled, she was angry that he was with someone else but that would make this all the sweeter.

It took 5 rounds for Steve to finally start to come down and feel like himself again. When he realized what he had done his heart stopped.

"Sharon what did you do to me?"

She scoffed "All I did was help you take what you always wanted"

"No! I love BB, I'm going to marry her. If she even wants me now."

"Stevie?" Sharon asked softly "I have to tell you something. I hope you're not mad but I was with Peggy when she passed. Her last wish was for you and I to marry and fix and lead SHIELD together"

He looked at her with his forehead furrowed "Peggy never told me that."

"Of course not, I was undercover as someone else so couldn't tell you who I was. Everything with Bucky happened right after she died and I never had the chance to tell you. She loved you so much and wanted us to be happy together since you two missed your chance" Sharon explained.

Steve shook his head "I do care about you Sharon and maybe, if I hadn't met BB it would be different but I love her. We're getting married in a couple of months."

"Are you sure about her Stevie? She's a former Black Widow which means no kids. And I can't even imagine what she's done. Captain America is an important role model, people wouldn't understand you marrying a former assassin. I'm just glad Peggy isn't here to see this.

"No Sharon, I'm marrying BB. You can't tell her what happened, it would kill her. I don't know what came over me but we have to just forget this ever happened."

Sharon tut tutted him "Now Stevie. I can't forget and I don't think you can either. What you are going to do is keep your mouth shut for now or I will show her the video."

Steve paled "Video? What are you doing Sharon? Why did you record this"

Sharon bristled "What I'm doing is saving you from yourself. That woman is completely wrong for you. The public will never accept you with someone like her. You will keep this to yourself until it's the right time. Otherwise I'll show her and put the video on the web. Then the whole world will know who you really are"

Steve looked at her in defeat "Why are you doing this Sharon?"

Sharon smirked "That's not for you to know yet but you better keep up the act for now. When I tell you to, you will end things with her and we will marry.

It's getting late, you should go wash the smell of me off of you before your dear fiance comes home" she dismissed him.

Steve rushed back to his room, scared and unsure of what to do. He didn't want to hurt BB but maybe Sharon was right. She would be a better match for Captain America. And he could have the kids he's always wanted.

It's what Peggy wanted after all.

Chapter 4

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