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description: because overcoming heavy traffic is the new crossing oceans for people member: jisung / han genre: fluff, college au, not-so-long distance au, city life au, best friends to lovers au word count: 9.4k warning: explicit language, drinking, suggestive, food, traffic, heights, a clown note: i want to throw fists at han jisung but like with affection y’know

one - a new cafe

For almost 2 years now, you and Jisung have what Seungmin has once referred to as a semi-long distance friendship—only semi since you attend universities literally 20 minutes away from each other when there’s no traffic and friendship because, well, you’ve been best friends since high school. It’s not that you don’t have other friends who attend SNU like him or vice versa (but Yonsei University); rather, it’s that Jisung is the slowest replier in the world and you’re the second clingiest person in the world (just behind Hyunjin). Seeing each other in person as much as you can is an absolute must in order to keep Jisung from fully becoming one with his dorm, you sane from the academic pressure of tertiary education, and your overall friendship afloat. College students need to stick together somehow.

Unless it’s a bigger hangout with your mutual friends, you alternate locations depending on who has a heavier deadline to attend to afterward. When Jisung finds himself struggling to finish a song or needs to be at the campus radio station with the rest of 3racha later on, it’s you taking the bus to his university dorm; when it’s you slumped on term papers for your core subjects or on visual props your club needs, Jisung convinces Minho to let him carpool (since his night part-time job is on the way to your university).

But even then, it’s more often that you make the tedious travel. Like today.

On this particular day, it’s you seated on a bus and looking outside the window to pass the agonizingly slow time, sighing for the nth time at the evening rush hour. It’s only 6:20 PM on your phone and your bus is already on the connecting bridge but the endless sight of cars behind and ahead of you, against the darkness of the Han river and the bright city lights, doesn’t make you feel like you’ve crossed any distance. Jisung’s last text was a simple “stay safe” almost an hour ago when you got on the bus from the nearest stop outside your university.

The two of you are you supposed to try the new cafe inside his campus for dinner since your recent hangouts have only been inside his dorm (with Hyunjin too since they’re roommates), watching old movies and eating take-out until Jisung accidentally falls asleep from power working beforehand. It’s nearing the semester break and everyone’s been sort of busy at SNU, but lately, Jisung’s been actually making an effort to make time for you and insisting that you hang out at the expense of his sleep.

Backwards thinking but okay, you shrug one shoulder at the thought. You’ve talked about it once on call when his sudden initiative to meet started since you’re concerned about his well-being and that you have all the time in the world once break starts but Jisung unexpectedly fell asleep halfway and Hyunjin had to end the call. Two days later, Jisung texted you that he rented the movie you wanted to watch at the cinema for the weekend with an apology for falling asleep and assurance that he’s almost finished with his deadlines and that he’s asking you to hang out responsibly.

It’s not like you don’t like it, you are already on the way to SNU, after all. Besides, you’re still very much free from heavy academic and club activities since your professors scheduled their deadlines after the break and your club is not as active lately. Have fun now, suffer later as Seungmin and Changbin have told you when you told them your worries about Jisung’s sleep schedule.

After a while of trying to count the cars on the bridge as your lane moves a little faster now, you open your phone and message Jisung to pass the time. You don’t always expect that he replies but it’s always the most reassuring when it’s him you’re contacting, even when it’s just casual.

y/n: don’t u have radio tonight? [sent 6:32 PM]

You’ve heard 3racha’s campus radio show on the several times you hung out at SNU during the day. They air live on Friday nights, Saturday if most of the all-student crew are busy, but the meetings are rather frequent when nearing holidays so you’re careful of leaving on time even on a non-Friday weekday like this.

y/n: just crossed ynghwa

y/n: bus is driving steady now!!! aaaaak

jisung: almost typed ‘arent u supposed to be looking at d road’ then i rmmbr that u don’t have a car LOL [sent 6:56 PM]

y/n: so do u have a meeting later?

jisung: no

At their dorms, Hyunjin is out for the night to god knows where but Jisung is quite certain it’s not for studying since he was dressed to the nines. When he got a text from you, he slowly but surely forced himself to stand up from his work area to get dressed. Though he’s the one who insisted on hanging out, it doesn’t change the fact that leaving his work is hard when he’s in his ‘zone’ but he has to since the new cafe’s apparently a 3-minute walk from his dorm but he has to meet you at the bus stop first.

y/n: ur probs not even dressed yet

y/n: close that laptop nerd

Jisung couldn’t bring it in himself to reply because he was already preoccupied avoiding getting dissed by you again whenever he wears his favorite Supreme t-shirt.

You arrive at the bus stop at around 6:50 PM, just as Jisung arrives, panting heavily from running the remaining distance when he received an ‘almost there’ message from you. You offer him a bottle of water you forgot to take out from your backpack and he quickly swipes it from you, chugging down the contents as if his life depends on it. “Woah there, haven’t seen you in a long time. Drink slowly and breathe.” You rub his arm comfortingly as the two of you stand on the empty sidewalk. Behind you, your bus drives away. “You didn’t have to run, you know, I could’ve just met up with you wherever you are.”

He then stops drinking just to breathlessly say, “But it’s dark and there could be creeps out.”

You’re touched but still concerned. “Still. I have you on speed dial, remember?”

When Jisung’s fully recovered, the two of you walk to the cafe together, catching up on what’s happened in your own lives in the past week since you last met. There’s not much, actually, since Jisung really doesn’t go out often unless it’s for classes, the radio show, or some of his other friends insisted and you’re almost always with your dorm mates, Lia and Ryujin, or with Changbin, Seungmin, and Jeongin.

“Minho says they have good Americano.” Eventually you arrive and Jisung immediately points to the several posters on the window, showcasing the cafe’s specialty.

“And how many days have you been running only on Americano?” You point out in an almost scolding tone. You approach the counter now where there are barely any people in line since most customers are already seated.

“Not that long!” He holds up his hands in the air. “Just 2 weeks!”

“Jisung!”

He imitates you dramatically with,“Y/N!” to which you only roll your eyes to.

“Good evening, how may I take your order?” The barista asks.

Jisung opens his mouth to speak but you hold an arm in front of him and turn to the barista, “One pesto, one lasagna, the chicken wings for sharing, two glasses of water, one cheesecake, and one strawberry cake, please.”

“Y/N, this is a cafe, where their specialty is coffee.” Jisung teases dryly as the barista takes note of your order, a last attempt at getting himself another cup of Americano.

So without turning to him, you tell the barista, “Also, can you add an additional Americano—?”

“Finally—” “Two shots for me, not him.”

The barista only laughs at your banter. “Name please?”

“Y/N.”

While you’re conversing with the barista, Jisung shoots daggers to the side of your face, dramatically declaring, “I’m stealing your Americano.”

But you only drop your arm in front of him as the barista says, “That would be 12,000 won.”

“Oh, he’s paying.”

Either way, Jisung reluctantly pays with the sole motivation to get a sip from your iced Americano.

“Seriously, though, cut the Americano for a little while, maybe until finals.” You point out as you settle on a nearby table that has just been cleaned by staff. “Do you even know what a water dispenser looks like at this point?”

“I drink water.” He pouts, opting to sit down next to you to show that he really has all intents to steal your Americano. “It just doesn’t give me ideas for my projects.”

“You have one practical project due before the break. What about the other times you do work?”

“I do them quickly.”

You sigh in defeat. “Ah, seriously?”

When the barista calls for your name at the counter, Jisung holds you down by the shoulder and makes a run for the counter, taking a long sip of your Americano until you caught up to him.

“Success!” He exclaims, proud of himself, as he takes one of the two trays.

“Satisfied with your Americano?” You take the other tray in defeat, walking back to your table with him.

“Hm, I don’t knoooow.” He teases in sing-song, sitting next to you again instead of across from you as he would usually do. “You might finish everything before even finishing your pasta.”

“I’m not too much in a coffee mood, actually.” You scrunch up your nose. The two of you then proceed on taking your respective orders off the tray, setting the trays aside.

“But after the break, you will be.” He states matter-of-factly. “How many projects do you have due after the break?”

“I can only remember six because I really don’t want to think about them right now.” You steal a small slice of cheesecake from him as an unwritten exchange for his unlimited share of your iced Americano. “As Seungmin and Changbin once said, ‘have fun now, suffer later.’“

“Oh, I’m fun?”

You turn to your side to look at him, finding him looking back at you with a triumphant smile. “You’re not letting me live this down, won’t you?”

“No, it’s getting added to my list of Y/N compliments!”

You roll your eyes, taking another slice of cheesecake. He reiterates with his now third sip of Americano—you’re not even sure anymore because you’re pretty sure he’s already drank half of it.

“I said drink your water, jeez.” You slide him his glass of water, barely a quarter empty. You take the Americano from him, taking your own long sip of the drink.

“I will, I will! Just one last si—” “Han Jisung, let me drink my damn coffee!” “Okay, fine, let’s exchange!”

You leave the cafe when it’s nearing 9 PM. Somehow, when you’re with Jisung and food, you barely check the time, much less your phone, since your table gets messy from stealing each other’s dessert plates and, for tonight, Jisung drinking most of your Americano. You and Jisung also had a lot to say about your respective classes in a full-on rant session since there’s only 2 weeks left until everyone is on semester break.

“There’s not much traffic at this time, isn’t there?” Jisung asks you as he walks you back to the bus stop. He holds a paperbag containing your take-out cakes for your roommates. “You might fall asleep and miss your stop again.”

“Says the guy who sleeps on people during calls.” You tease with an elbow to his side. He tries to slap you back on your arm but you walk ahead enough to be out of his reach, sticking your tongue out at him. “There isn’t much traffic now, though, it’s only Thursday.”

“Y/N.” He laughs while calling your name, covering his mouth. “It’s Friday.”

Your eyes, of course, widen in surprise. “It is?” He only nods at this, finding amusement in the way your expression quickly turns into that of horror. “Ah, shit, I told my roommates we hang out tomorrow!”

“Why, do you have to do the dishes or something?”

But checking your phone, you only find a ‘wya’ message from Ryujin. Almost as quickly as you started panicking, you calm down again. “Oh, it’s fine.” You conclude, shoving your phone back in your coat pocket. “It’s just that they sometimes think I died at the library or something and end up making a big scene about it. Last time, our batch FB group got spammed.”

“Wow, then you judge me for always being cooped up in the dorms?”

“That’s different—I actually go out and walk. I’m surprised you can even run to the bus stop a while ago.”

Jisung threatens to swing your take-out bag at you. You only take it lightheartedly by holding your hands up in front of him, laughing.

But all jokes and banter aside, you give him a hug before boarding the bus. “Text me when you get home.” He recites his constant line when it’s you leaving. “Or when you miss your bus.”

“Shut up.” You mumble on his shoulder, punching his back hard before pulling away. “I hope you trip on your way back.”

“‘Night, Y/N.” “See you when I see you, nerd.”

two - a park

After a month of living off of ramen and iced Americano, barely seeing the sun, and hearing the same chords and melodies on repeat, Jisung passes the song he’s been working a week later. Besides this, he only has three papers left to tweak before he can fully enjoy the semester break without any sort of guilt.

To celebrate, it’s you inviting him this time to ride bicycles so he can move around but also relax. You picked the park at Ichon that’s on your side of the Han river but still far away from university so you don’t think of schoolwork the entire time.

On this particular hangout, you took the same bus but at different times. He boarded the bus first before you, arriving some 30 minutes after you’ve arrived at your nearest stop. Since it’s a Saturday morning, the traffic’s not too heavy.

“You look nice.” Jisung nudges you with one shoulder as you take a seat on the spot he saved you. The bus is not full since the rush hour had just gone.

“It’s just a t-shirt and shorts.” You reply flatly, hiding the fact that you actually thought a lot about your outfit last night. You even wore your good sneakers and denim jacket today.

“Yes, but it’s your other other favorite graphic shirt.” He points out. “The one for when we’re outdoors.”

Oh, so he noticed.

“Yes because someone has to look cute.” But you actually think Jisung looks nice even when he wears the same Supreme shirt like today—you’re just too in deep with the teasing to compliment him.

“I compliment the rainbow shirt you always wear when we sightsee but you diss my Supreme shirt.” He rolls his eyes. “Ah, people these days.”

“Because you’re always in and out of university in that.” To emphasis, you tease him further by scooting away. “Do you even wash that?”

“Of course I do.” He confidently and lightheartedly answers, putting an arm on your shoulder and pulling you back. “While it’s in the laundry, I wear my other Supreme shirt, or my other other Supreme shirt—“

“Yikes.” You tsk at him, crossing your arms. “This is what staying inside all day does to you.”

“That’s why you’re here, my Y/N, to take me out.”

“I was reduced to the role of babysitter.”

“I was going for hangout or date but you called yourself babysitter.”

Arriving at Ichon park, you make a quick snack stop at the nearest convenience store first. Since it’s your turn to pay, Jisung makes sure to buy all of his favorites (sans an iced Americano this time as your only condition to pay for him). You fill an entire basket with snacks and drinks both for when you ride a bicycle and for when you settle down for a picnic later at lunch.

“By the way, did you bring the mat?” You ask Jisung as you walk to the renting station, remembering that he and Hyunjin have the picnic mat you and your bigger circle of friends use for outings like this.

“Of course I did, what do you take me for?” He unzips his backpack to show you the blue gingham pattern Seungmin picked out two years ago. Aesthetic, he said. “I’m not the one who mistakes dates.”

“And I’m not the one who had to ask what the picnic mat looks like the other night despite having it for 4 months now.” After a few more steps, you arrive at the renting station. “I was just making sure.”

You then rent two bicycles, both with baskets for your belongings.

“Y/N, wear a hat.” Jisung reminds you while putting in his.

You frown. You did bring a cap but you also put a lot of effort on your hair today. “It’s going to ruin my hair.”

“The sun’s going to burn your hair if you don’t.” He takes your cap from your hands and gently places it on top of your hair before you can even reiterate, a small smile gracing his face at your speechless expression. “There.”

The fuck is he on? Still, your heart beats erratically at his sporadic gestures. Being Jisung’s best friend is a bit of a rollercoaster.

Especially lately.

Before you know it, Jisung’s already on his bicycle, urging you to do the same. Half-dazed, the two of you leisurely circle the entire stretch of the park, pointing at random landmarks across the river and eating your snacks.

Since this hangout’s also meant as a celebratory one, you let Jisung let loose and yell, “I’m done with my projects!” while extending his hands out as he cycles. You think to yourself that you have the rest of the year having a heart attack over that.

The park is full of families, friends, and couples on a Sunday that you almost couldn’t find a spot to lay your picnic mat on when the two of you got too tired of cycling around. You couldn’t consider sitting on a park bench since Jisung was getting sleepy as well, a result of not having a proper sleep schedule and a half in the past weeks.

So, after almost twenty minutes, you managed to secure a place from a couple who was just leaving for the nearby Namsan tower.

“Thank you so much again!” You thank the couple who even helps you set up the picnic mat while you let Jisung temporarily rest on the bare grass with his backpack as a pillow, sleep quickly catching onto him.

“No problem.” The woman says with a smile.

“Have fun on your own date.” The man adds, placing an arm on his date’s shoulders.

“Oh we’re not—“ But before you could even finish, the couple’s already walked away. You sigh, squatting down to Jisung’s eye level this time. “Jisung wake up, mat’s ready.”

He scrunches his nose with a groan, about to roll over to the opposite direction until you stopped him and rolled him towards the mat. His head lands soundlessly on the ground, forcing him to open his eyes.

“Damn, I thought I was going to land on your lap.” He rubs the area on his head that hit the grass.

You sit down next to him, taking out the sandwiches you bought from the convenience store. “Who do you think rolled you over, dumbass? For a genius, your sense of direction is quite questionable.”

“But can I?” He looks up at you now, poking your bare thigh. “Do you need like a blanket or something?”

You remind yourself that this is the same guy who threatened to smack you with a box of cake last week and dropkicked you once (but that’s another story). “Fine, go ahead.”

As if he woke up just a little with wide eyes and a genuinely happy expression on his face, Jisung scoots over while laying down (which makes you stifle a giggle because he looks like a worm doing it) until his head lays on your lap. You push a bottle of water and two bags of sandwiches next to his shoulders. “You have to eat later, though, okay?”

Looking down at him, you surprise yourself by finding him with his eyes still open. He busies himself with lazily getting his phone and earphones from his bag, putting on an earbud and offering you the other. “I saved my project for you to listen to.”

“Didn’t you say you were going to sleep?” Nevertheless, you take the earbud just as the music starts to play.

“Yeah, but I’m suddenly hyper-aware and awake.” He shrugs, taking the sandwich on his side. “You know, like when kids get put to bed from sleeping somewhere else.”

“So you do think you’re a kid?”

“Shush, this is the good part in the song.”

You chuckle, opting to not reply vocally to enjoy the song you’ve been hearing fragments off for the past month. The two of you then eat and listen in silence, that is until he asks you for comments at the end and the two of you discuss it for a while then it’s back to comfortable silence again but with different music as you scroll through your phone and Jisung tries to nap again.

Jisung falls asleep once he has a good look at you without your phone in the way.

At the end of the day, around 4 PM so you don’t get stuck in rush hour traffic, you take the same bus again but this time, it’s you leaving first.

The only problem is that despite a year and a half of frequenting your side of the Han river, Jisung still can’t seem to memorize bus stops well, forcing you to stay awake the entire ride.

“Y/N—“ “No, Jisung, we’re still three stops away.”

You don’t even have to look up from your phone to know that Jisung’s still looking out of the window as he’s had for the past 20 minutes, trying to gues your stop. At hearing your answer, he decides to stop, turning his head to the other direction as you text your groupchat.

“What’s up?” He rests his head on your shoulder casually to get a better view of the messages you’re skimming through, sending a shiver down your spine.

You try shrugging him off his shoulder but he shows no initiative to move. “Everyone’s starting to talk about the annual Halloween party. You’d know if you check the chat often.”

Away from your view, Jisung frowns. “I get ideas of what you’re talking about from how Hyunjin reacts to them, especially to the memes, thank you very much.”

“Well, at least you’re a bit better than Changbin when it comes to being online.” You say, more to yourself than to Jisung. “Anyway, you, Hyunjin, and Chan are in charge of the guest list. Chan just suggested that you squeeze it in your next radio show this week since the party’s the next night—maximum of 50 people!”

“Oh, yeah, we can do that.” He nods. “Any news on the venue?”

At this, you release a sigh of frustration. “Seungmin and Changbin booked a rooftop in Itaewon of all places.”

“Isn’t that cool? Why are you sighing?”

“Speak for yourself, Jisung. Remember last year?” You close your phone now but Jisung’s head still remains on your shoulder. “I don’t want to deal with a lot of drunk college kids again—especially not on a rooftop and not when I really deserve a drink.”

“Nah, I’m sure it won’t be as bad as last year.” He tries to say dismissively but the two of you know exactly know crazy it was last year, especially for Jisung.

“Which is why I told Minho that we buy the alcohol together on Wednesday—so no one does anything too stupid.” You shrug Jisung completely off of your shoulder now since you’re nearing your stop and he complies, caught off-guard with the way you said you and Minho are doing something together. “Okay, Sung, this is my stop.”

You stand up and Jisung almost does the same in his absentminded state. “So are you carpooling with Minho on Saturday?”

“Yeah, I need to do something for my club before going to the party but we’re sending the drinks early in case we’re late.” You say quickly. “Okay, I gotta go. See you this break?”

“Hm, see you.”

When the bus moves again, there is a sinking feeling in Jisung’s stomach until the view of you walking back to your university disappears.

three - a supermarket

You invited Lia to help you and Minho to buy liquor at the nearby supermarket after Minho’s classes, only to find out that Minho brought 3racha along.

“It’s not that I don’t trust your box-carrying skills but I don’t trust your liquor-handling skills.” Minho explains when he sees your surprised expression at seeing Chan wave at you and Lia from the front passenger seat. “That goes literally and figuratively.”

“I mean, I feel the same which is why Lia’s here but, really? You trust Jisung and Changbin with liquor?”

“Hyunjin’s out with someone again and Jeongin might get carded again.” Changbin shrugs from the open passenger seat window.

“Seungmin? Jeongin? Felix?”

“Do you think we’d actually let them touch alcohol until Saturday?” “Right.”

“I’m sure it’s going to be fine. We’re buying for around 50 people right?” Lia asks Minho as the two of you squeeze in the back seat of his car.

“Yeah, so that’s about 6 boxes since the venue’s also providing some drinks.”

“What about snacks?” “Covered by the venue too.”

“How many bottles can fit in 1 box?” You mumble to yourself but Jisung, sitting very closely next to you, hears.

“Around 10 to 15, probably.” He says, startling you.

“Aren’t you supposed to be finishing papers?”

“I already finished them waaaay back.” He smirks at you coolly. “While being a ‘cave man’ at the dorms like you said. You’re supposed to be proud I’m voluntarily going out today.”

He’s too prideful to admit that he finished his remaining work in the 3-day window you didn’t see each other so he can tag along today.

At the supermarket, you split up in teams, each with two baskets to fill. Changbin and Lia head off to the liquor store outside the main supermarket while Minho and Chan go to the liquor aisle inside the supermarket. You and Jisung, on the other hand, stick together, browsing the other aisles instead after being in the same liquor aisle but at different sections with Minho and Chan. No reason, you both just felt like it.

“Do you think we have enough budget to sneak in a bag of candies?” You think out loud, holding a bag of mint candies from the shelf. “I’m not sure if I want this one but Minho likes it.”

“Minho probably wouldn’t notice—maybe he’ll even think he put that in himself.” Jisung says, standing really close to you and examining the candies himself. Your two baskets of alcohol bottles are half-forgotten to the side. “Why do you even want to buy candies for him? If you want it, though I can buy it for you.”

You give him a skeptical look, only then noticing how easily your shoulders brush against each other. “Why are you standing really close?” You voice your observation out loud, making him turn his head to you with a pout. “I mean sure go ahead but you’re literally blocking the light.”

“I can’t?” To emphasis, he leans some of his body weight to you, just enough to make you hold onto him by his arm at the feeling that you’ll tip over if you don’t. Succeeding, he smirk triumphantly and takes your hand off of his arm so that he can put in on your shoulder. “Y/N, I missed youuu.”

“We saw each other 3 days ago.” You huff, more to yourself than to him because he really is making you nervous. “You’re so clingy today, that’s my job!”

“Sus, I can’t miss you after 3 days now? When it’s already my break and you’re still attending some classes?” He pouts, holding his arms open. “Come here.”

“What? Why?” At this point, you’re just getting a serious whiplash from his sudden clinginess. That’s my job, how dare he?

When you don’t budge, eyes still narrowed at him, he moves forward himself, trapping you in a hug. “I want to hug you, idiot.”

“What if I don’t want to?” “I’m still hugging you.”

You simply give in this time, the two of you just standing there until Chan passed by to get Minho candies.

“Dudes, come on, we’re buying alcohol.” He reminds with an amused smile, snatching the bag of mint candies from your grasp. “Get moving, lovebirds.”

“We’re n—“ “We’ll be right there.”

You pretend on swinging a bag of gummy bears at him. When he asks you why, you only run back to the liquor aisle to meet Chan and Minho.

More bickering, some alcoholic jokes, and the woman at the check-out counter asking for your I.D.s later, the 6 of you rest and eat ice cream at a parlour near the check-out before leaving, your boxes of alcohol carefully placed together at the end of your table.

“So how many people are actually going?” Lia asks Chan over her chocolate ice cream.

“Around thirty-people already responded to the invite.” Chan answers. You wince every time he bites his ice cream. Every person to themselves but biting ice cream is just a no for you. “When the Friday show airs, hopefully more people go.”

“We had 100 people last year, right?”

“That’s because these geniuses thought they can handle a hundred drunks at a house party.” You recall the chaotically eventful party last year. “We’re cutting in half since we’re at a rooftop party and I don’t want to see people jumping off the 4th floor.”

“Also since not a lot of people dress up.” Jisung frowns. The party has always been a costume party when it started 3 years ago but somehow, a lot of the guests you’re not particularly close with always show up in the bare minimum.

“Ooh, what are you guys dressing up as this year?” Minho asks, suddenly excited at the topic of costumes.

“Might just go as a vampire again this year since I won’t have much time preparing this Saturday.” You frown.

“Hey, I wanted to go as a vampire!” Chan complains.

“You already went as a vampire last year! Can we not match again?”

“What about you Minho?” Lia asks, disinterested in your bicker with Chan.

“I haven’t decided yet.” He shrugs. “Ask Jisung.”

Lia turns to Jisung who enthusiastically answers, “It’s a surprise!”

“It’s probably the horse head again.” You roll your eyes, knowing his enthusiasm very well. “But we’re just going to pretend that it’s a surprise on Saturday.”

“You better do.” Jisung pouts.

“Have you even washed that horse mask since last year?” Minho narrows his eyes at the younger boy.

You yourself didn’t even expect that he’d keep it for this year especially after what happened.

Yikes.

“Minho, you know I do! I take it out sometimes to scare Hyunjin’s dates!”

You head to the events place in Itaewon after. From the photos in your groupchat, it’s an average-sized building in relation to the others in this particular district, holding a convenience store on the first floor, a BBQ place on the 2nd floor, and miscellaneous offices on the 3rd—one of which rents the rooftop for events.

“So why did we have to buy drinks at the supermarket again?” Changbin asks, still trying to catch his breath from carrying so many boxes of alcohol.

“Because supermarket alcohol is slightly better than convenience store ones.” You answer matter-of-factly. “It’s semester break and Halloween. Indulge a little, Binnie.”

“Y/N has plans to get wasted.” Jisung spoils to everyone, making you call out his name from the front seat. You asked to exchanged seats with Chan after loading the boxes at the back of the car so you can have a run through of the food and drinks. Throughout the whole ride, he’s been hell-bent on exposing you.

“Then it’s counterproductive to buy those hard drinks.”

“Who says I’m sharing them?” You chuckle. You didn’t expect that anyone but Jisung would notice that you bought smaller drinks for yourself.

Then the car is quiet for a while sans the music playing from Jisung’s phone which you immediately recognized as one of the playlists 3racha played on a broadcast before.

When you get stuck in temporary traffic on the last intersection before the venue, you then turn to Minho. “Minho, aren’t you afraid of heights? Is 4 floors okay?”

Glancing at Minho for a response, he nods while still looking at the road. “The place’s really nice in person. I went with Seungmin yesterday.”

“If you say it’s nice then I’d probably feel guilty of letting people trash the place this weekend.” Because it’s true, if Lee Minho calls something nice or pretty, it’s really really nice or pretty.

“It’s really spacious so you don’t have to stare at the ground below all the time, lots of picnic chairs and tables with the big-ass umbrellas, fairy lights, and a sound system when people want to karaoke or need mics.”

“Ah, yes, very much of Seungmin’s aesthetic.”

“I’d like to be acknowledged too, thank you.” Changbin says from your rear view mirror view.

“Thank you Changbin.” You tease him with a laugh. “What did you like about the place?”

And before Changbin could even answer seriously, the rest of the car answers in chorus, “There are lots of glitter and foil decorations.” before breaking into laughter.

“There are beach props too! There’s fake grass and everything so it looks cheerful!” Changbin defends but to no avail because you only end up laughing. “Seungmin didn’t like it but I insisted that we borrow it for the party.”

You arrive at the building afterward, handing the alcohol to the staff on their 3rd floor office and finalizing the food you’re going to have on the party.

“We’ll see you on Saturday night, then?” The owner of the building confirms once you’ve covered all the inquiries you have.

Chan nods. “Me and the guy who booked the place, Seungmin, will be here first on Saturday night around 6 PM.”

“What are you doing at 6 PM that you have to be late on Saturday?” Jisung whispers next to you, diverting your attention from looking at the view next to you to him as he looks at you expectantly.

“Cramming a poster while waiting for a club meeting.” You frown. “Not everyone had their school day on Friday.”

“Can’t you skip?”

“Hm? Why?” You nudge his shoulder, as if trying to take out the pouty expression he wears on his face. “I told you I’m carpooling with Minho on that day so it’s fine.”

“But stiiill. I won’t save your alcohol.”

“No need, I already asked Seungmin to do it...and even asked Felix to watch you before I get here.”

“What did you bribe those two with?”

“Tickets to Lotte world.”

Jisung narrows his eyes at you but he’s thoroughly impressed. “You’re too smart.”

“I have to outsmart you somehow when it comes to doing something stupid.” You shrug with a chuckle. “Plus, traffic’s really heavy on Saturday since everyone’s going home that day.”

“You really should just ditch club.” He shrugs. “It’s the last day anyway.”

“I can’t, dumbass, that’s part of my grade. Really, it’s fine, at least I’m with Minho on that day so we can be late together.”

Before Jisung could argue further, however, Lia approaches the two of you. “Ready to go, guys?”

four - a rooftop party

Sometimes, you hate it when Jisung is right. Turns out, the meeting you had for your club was relatively pointless and could’ve just been discussed over e-mail or your club groupchat. Still, it ended at around 9:15 PM because most of your club mates arrived later than the 7:35 PM you agreed on and the stubborn president didn’t want to start the meeting until everyone was there.

Still, you passed your posters (which you definitely crammed at the school library prior) and made a lot of suggestions during the meeting which felt rewarding enough to make up for the frustrations you can’t vocally tell your seniors over causing a lot of inconveniences to your meeting. Just think that’s going to be you in a few years, Y/N, so try to understand, you think to yourself as you return to an empty dorm. Ryujin already informed you over text that she and Lia already left with Yeji to pick up Chaeryeong from her university.

“Now, for costume.” You mumble under your breath, heading straight to your room.

After much thought on which black clothes to wear, you got dressed quickly to attend to your make-up faster. Since you’re a vampire again like last year, you have to put in more effort on your hair and make-up—you’re definitely not winning best costume but at least you look decent (and definitely not wearing the same clothes from last year) for the endless pictures Hyunjin’s going to take of everyone later.

When you’re already halfway to your make-up, Minho decides on spamming you, your phone lighting up and displaying 9:58 PM. Shit.

minho: here!!!

minho: traffic still heavy

minho: chan asked for reinforcements btw

minho: so were stopping at d mart

minho: pls don’t tell me ur putting make-up blood on ur face [sent 10:03 PM]

You groan, typing a quick “i am” reply to his last message before quickly finishing your make-up and heading out.

y/n: ok otw [sent 10:06 PM]

You quickly spot Minho’s car right outside of your dorm, his tinted windows rolling down as you approach. Opening the car, your eyes widen in brief surprise before crinkling into a laugh as you get in and close the door. “W-what the...what the fuck, Minho?”

“Don’t.” He holds a threatening finger up in front of your face, putting his hand back on the steering wheel as you drive away from your dorm. But even he stifles from his own laughter. “The kids asked that we buy 10 more bottles of the whiskey Chan picked out since Hyunjin made cocktails with it and a lot of people want more.”

“W—wh...sorry, it’s just that I can’t concentrate when you’re looking like this.” You end up laughing for the rest of your first 2 minutes inside the car and almost forgetting what you were going to ask.

This year, Minho is a Korean traditional woman for Halloween.

“So,” You start when you’ve recovered, holding a hand to your chest to steady your breathing. “So, are you going out to the mart or do I have to sacrifice myself?”

“You can air drop the pic of the whiskey brand on your phone.” He answers.

You sigh, putting on a jacket you find on the back seat to cover your exposed torso for when you go out to the supermarket.

At the supermarket, people only gave you brief stares because of the fake blood dripping from your chin to your collarbones before their attentions turned to another person (probably from another Halloween party) dressed as a literal YouTube video picking up snacks. Though you’re relieved, you made your exit quick after your purchase, pushing the cart as fast as you can to the nearby parking spot Minho’s car occupied, because your phone suddenly started ringing from consecutive messages from Jisung, of all people.

jisung: y/n where r uuuu

jisung: party started at 6! 6!

jisung: seungmin playing truth or drink

jisung: changbin singing at karaoke

jisung: also i drank ur mules

jisung: n ur peach sojus

jisung: but i shared w felix! [sent 10:25 PM]

You sigh, particularly at reading the last message after successfully loading your box of whiskey at the back of the car. You were too hopeful trusting even Seungmin and Felix.

y/n: otw w minho [sent 10:25 PM]

“Jisung’s really drunk again.” You inform Minho once you’re on the road again. “I can’t even trust Seungmin or Felix now.”

“Well, you’ll have to keep texting him because the traffic going to Itaewon doesn’t seem to be moving.” Minho sighs. “You know he’ll sleep dehydrated if he’s that bored by himself to text you.”

You groan. “No shortcuts?”

“Even the shortcuts are flooded. I swear, everyone’s travelling home or partying tonight.”

You lean back on your seat, taking a few deep breaths. If there’s anyone that shouldn’t be left alone at a party, it’s one Han Jisung.

At the party, Jisung sits at the bar, accompanying Hyunjin as he re-discovers his drunken talent of mixing cocktails. He scrolls through his phone absentmindedly with the occasional sips of the peach soju he’s been struggling to finish for 20 minutes now, having no motivation to join Changbin and Felix at the karaoke or Chan, Jeongin, and Seungmin playing more drinking games with most of the guests.

“Jisung, you’re sulking.” Hyunjin points out as he gives another guest his new cocktail recipe.

“No, I’m not.” Jisung frowns and hiccups through his big horse mask even when the older boy can’t actually see.

“You’ve been in there for the past 20 minutes.” Hyunjin knocks on Jisung’s horse mask for emphasis. He’s no better, actually, dressing up as a big giraffe head since Felix decided to be the Joker this year. “Literally the last time I saw your face, you were texting Y/N.”

“Y/NNNN! Why aren’t Y/N and Minho here yet? I want to see Y/NNNNN!”

“Well, it’s traffic out.” At the very end of the bar, Hyunjin can see the heavy traffic below. “Everyone’s going home or eating out tonight.”

“But I want Y/NNN!” Jisung is fumbling around now, narrowly missing his bottle of peach soju since the horse mask doesn’t have a good view from the weird eyes. “Where is Y/N?”

Though his friend is incredibly drunk now, the tipsy Hyunjin still tries to keep a decent conversation so Jisung doesn’t accidentally fall asleep on his mask again. “You saw each other a lot the past weeks, though? Unlike when it’s a regular school week and you barely reply to them on chat.”

“But that’s because I’m not as busy then as I was this semester.” Jisung manages to slur after a while before momentarily taking his horse mask off just enough for him to take a long sip of his peach soju with a metal straw he found somewhere in his backpack a while ago. “I miss Y/N when I’m busy.”

“What about when you’re not busy?” “I also miss them when I’m busy.”

Hyunjin sighs. “Just say you have a crush on them and go.”

And he’s not sure if Jisung actually heard him but the boy replies with a muffled sigh. “Having a crush from people in different universities is hard!”

You open your phone to check the time, the twelfth time you’ve done so in the past hour since you’ve been stuck in the now moving traffic. Eleven-twenty PM on the dot, the party could either be still in full swing with everyone drunk off their asses or dying down with everyone drunk off their asses—either way, most of the liquor are probably gone now (even the one you asked Seungmin to guard for you) and the reinforcement’s probably not a good idea already. Next to you, Minho sighs, “Not that it’s annoying but you keep checking your phone and frowning every time you do. It’s scary, especially since you look more like a depressed vampire than a slutty one.”

“Thanks, Minho.” You roll your yes, closing your phone and putting it down on your lap.

“You’re really that excited much to see your boyfriend?”

You glare daggers through his side profile. “He’s not my boyfriend and I’m more worried than excited because he’s really bad at drinking. Remember last year—”

“It wasn’t that b—”

“Minho, he was crying because he thought his mask was stuck on his head.”

“But—” “He also tried drinking soju while crying and wearing his mask.”

Knowing he’s on the losing side of the argument, Minho waves his hand dismissively, eyes still on the road. The traffic’s moving steady now. “Anyway, there’s 50 people there someone has to be sober-ish somehow.”

“Uh huh, sure, someone is.” You reply dryly. Though this party has a larger attendance list than your friend group’s usual hangouts since it’s your annual Halloween party, you can’t help but remain distrustful. Your friends aka the worst drunks ever are hosting, for God’s sake.

“Why don’t you text someone so you’d feel less nervous?” Minho suggests after a while.

And this time, you actually listen to him and open your phone again, opting to text Chan.

y/n: y’all still alive?

y/n: we’re about to turn right to the venue [sent 11:28 PM]

chan: shit’s lit!!!!!!

“Yup, even Chan’s drunk.” You conclude, closing your phone as Minho pulls up to the building. Minho sighs for probably the nth time tonight, exiting the car when you do. “Come on, ahjumma, we’re checking if our friends are still alive.”

Arriving at the party by the service elevator the staff kindly showed you, you almost kicked the box of whiskey bottles you placed on the ground in surprise once the doors opened and Chan greeted you dressed as a clown. “Finally, you’ve arrived!” He exclaims through his semi-faded white make-up and red nose, completely ignoring the way you just had the shock of your life. “Here, let me help you with the whiskey.”

You recover quickly, helping Minho and Chan lift the box to the nearby bar where Hyunjin is still busy mixing drinks. “Chan, why are you dressed as a clown?”

“Twitter poll.” He answers nonchalantly. “You should see Jeongin, he’s a life-size bread.”

Carefully setting the box on the ground for Hyunjin (who is more than grateful that the whiskey finally arrived), your expression returns to that of concern. “So, where’s Jisung?”

“Oh, he said he was going to take pictures by the railings with the good view.” Hyunjin shrugs. Panic sets on your face. “Don’t worry! There’s like a lot of people there right now! And I gave him water a while ago!”

You swip a bottle of peach soju and a bottle of water you saw hidden expertly under the counter from your view on the ground, sighing. “I swear to God, you guys are the worst hosts ever.”

And so you set out to find Jisung amidst the most random crowd of costumes ever. You spot Changbin dressed as Kim Shin and a Joker Felix still competing for higher scores on the karaoke and passed by baguette Jeongin and sunflower Seungmin who are now hosting a very drunken Whisper Challenge with your seniors, Younghyun who wears a big report card on his neck, Jae who’s dressed in Chicken Little’s clothes, Snow White Sana, and a pirate Jeongyeon.

If it’s any consolation, at least people dressed up better this year compared to last year.

“Ryujin, have you seen Jisung?” You near the viewing area on the other side of the rooftop where the light gets progressively fewer.

“He’s over there.” Your roommate points to an empty area with only a few tables and outdoor lights.

“Where?”

“Oh, he’s laying down somewhere. He’s still wearing the horse mask if that helps.”

“Thank you!” You part ways as you open your phone, turning on the flashlight to find Jisung.

From your area of the rooftop, the EDM music Chan mixed for this party already sounds faint and the traffic below sounds louder. You point your flashlight on the ground but also look ahead for any shadow of a horse mask.

“Han Jisung.” You call for him in a loud whisper, in case he fell asleep since he’s sound-sensitive when drunk. “Yah, I swear to God, we’re not hosting another party again if you’re dead somewhere.”

You repeat this a few times, changing baseless threats in hopes that it alerts him, until you find him raising a hand up in the air. “Here.” He responds tiredly to you, his voice not muffled by a mask this time as he’s long set it down next to him. He spots you immediately, illuminated by the garden lights. “You look pretty.”

“Thanks?” You approach carefully, pointing your flashlight away from his face and kneeling beside him. “Why are you laying down on the ground?”

You contemplate on laying down next to him but then you remember that you left your jacket in Minho’s car at the thought that the denim doesn’t go with your all-black ensemble. The bare floor’s already cold on your bare legs, how much more on your exposed back? “Anyway, drink this water later.”

But Jisung seems to ignore you, pushing you gently away by your arm. “I’m looking at the stars, Y/N, move over.” He groans. “Turn the light off too.”

You scoff. “You can’t see the stars—” But as you look up at the purple night sky, you see countless of twinkling stars. Caught off guard, you turn your light off. “—here. Oh.”

“Do you want to lay down?” When you turn to look back down at Jisung, he’s already sitting up slowly. Moving away a little so that you’re not in his way, he then takes his jacket off and places it on the ground. “You can use my jacket. It’s fine.”

You hand him your water bottle and place your peach soju next to his horse mask. “Sure...” Reluctantly, you lay down on Jisung’s jacket.

Jisung chugs down half of the water before laying down again, next to you this time.

“Aren’t you cold?” You ask, sparing a glance in his direction as you do so. Jisung only shakes his head.

“I thought you’d never come.” He pouts, still looking at the stars. He’s slowly sobering up now, making it harder to look at you in the eye.

“Traffic.” You heave a long sigh. “Hyunjin also made Minho and I buy extra drinks.”

It’s silent for a moment, you glance at Jisung for the second time to check if he’s fallen asleep again but you see a very concentrated expression on his face as he looks at the stars. “Are you still drunk?” You shake his arm, immediately getting his attention.

“Do you like Minho?” He suddenly blurts out, catching you off-guard. What makes matters worse is that he didn’t even spare you a glance while.

“What?!” You exclaim. At this point, you just regret not drinking your peach soju before joining him.

“Do you like him? Like like-like as in...hold on, the word like’s getting too redundant here...” In the darkness, Jisung turns beet red the more he looks away from you, not even realizing that you’re equally flushed from trying to hold in your laughter.

Where is this going? You can only think to yourself as he was rambling.

“Jisung, I only like Minho when he offers carpool and free drinks when we hang out.” You sit up this time, extending your hand out past him to your soju bottle. You’re definitely drinking to this unusual conversation. “Why did you suddenly think I like him?"

You don’t remember doing anything with Minho that would make Jisung think this way.

Leaning even more towards Jisung’s direction, you see a faint glimpse of his embarrassed expression—his hand covering his eyes as he curses under his breath. You drink a little bit more of your peach soju before nudging him with the bottom of the bottle. “What made you say that?”

“No.” He replies as calmly as he can, hand still covering his face. At that moment, he wishes he could put the horse mask back on quickly so he can run away while hiding his face.

You try prying his hand away but to no avail. He looks at you on his own accord a moment later but even then he doesn’t hold eye contact for long.

“It’s silly, just the soju.” He waves his hand dismissively. “Can you lay down again so I don’t have you see your face? Not that the make-up is bad, it’s just really embarrassing when you’re looking down on me like this.”

You chuckle, amused, but comply eventually when you’ve had enough of your soju. Instead of looking up at the stars, however, you turn your body to the side so you’re facing Jisung this time.

“Yah—”

“You said lay down again, I’m laying down.” You tease in between laughs. “Are you seriously not looking at me in the eye?”

“No!” He whispers loudly in a dramatic fashion, taking his horse mask and balancing it on his face to hide from you.

You shrug, flicking his horse mask away easily. “Why are you so embarrassed? Best friends talk about this all the time, it’s normal.” You shrug as you say this next, trying to act nonchalant about it as possible. Internally, you’re still processing where this conversation could go. “I’m just wondering how you came to that conclusion? It sounds weird and gross: Minho and I, I mean.”

Jisung only looks at you quietly for the next 2 minutes, clearly contemplating. “It’s just...” He starts and you hold your breath, realizing that your faces are really close when he turns his head to your side. “Seriously, it’s silly!”

You shrug, as nonchalantly as you can seem. “I want to know, it’s n—”

“Ilikeyou.”

“Hm?” You feel lightheaded, and you definitely feel like you need to pee. Soju works fast that way.

“I like you...” He says, slower and trailing off this time. He thinks you didn’t notice but you caught the way he glanced briefly down at your lips before going back up to your eyes. “Like really really like you; but we’re always running on different schedules since we entered college and we’ve only ever hung out when my deadlines aren’t heavy enough to make you feel guilty to come over until recently.”

“...Is that why you’ve been asking to hang out more this semester?” Jisung nods at the simple question. “You wanted to see me that much?”

“Well, don’t get too cocky now.” He chuckles nervously. Suddenly, he’s overthinking everything, trying to pick apart any hint from the tone of your voice. “Because this would be really really awkward and embarrassing if you keep acting like that then turn me down later.”

Your heart skips a few beat, you’re sure it’s Jisung now and not the soju kicking in. “Who said...who said anything about me turning you down?”

Jisung’s thoughts malfunction at this. Suddenly, he’s taking too slow to process anything again. You roll your eyes at this. “Do I have to say it?”

“...yes?”

You scrunch up your face in distaste but Jisung doesn’t laugh, making you sigh. “Fuck it, fine.” You take a deep breath, slowly following your words with, “I like you too, Jisung.”

You look at him expectantly and he returns your gaze with one of disbelief. “R-really?”

“I just said it, didn’t I?” You flick his forehead.

“Can I—”

He leans forward but you stop him with a hand in between the two of you. “You smell like alcohol.” You whine, pushing him away slightly.

“But we’re in the dark, under the stars, sorta drunk at a Halloween party; naturally, the next thing that follows is—”

“Ew, Jisung, gross!” You push him away completely but he only resists, managing to hug you with one arm.

“You can say that all you want but you already said that you like me too.” Slowly, he gains his confidence back which only just makes you squirm more.

“Yeah, but you said it first.” You give up from squirming in his grip, realizing that it’s warmer than letting your torso be exposed to the cold for another second. “If anything, I actually have the upper hand here.”

He shrugs. “So? I actually like saying it. I like you, I like you, I like you...” You open your mouth slightly to comment but he takes this as an opportunity to press a long kiss to your lips. “I like you. There.”

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suganovakawa · 4 years

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My birthdays coming up 👉👈 and I was wondering if I could request some birthday headcanons with oikawa, bokuto and akaashi? If that makes sense ^^

omg yess !! and early happy birthday anonnie 🥺💓

birthday shenanigans!

— oikawa, bokuto, and akaashi give you a birthday to remember!

— gen masterlist.

gen taglist ( open! )

a / n : hehe this is my first request , i feel kinda giddy , actually 🥺 my writing requests will be open for a while , so don’t be afraid to request anytime !

tooru oikawa.

✧｡ this boy has your birthday written down on every calandar he owns

✧｡ there is no doubt in my mind he is the type to stay up until midnight to make sure he is the first person to wish you a happy birthday

✧｡ he’ll call you , too — he’s not afraid of getting an earful from you , as long as you know that he cares about you so so much

✧｡ “ tooru ??? what time is it ??? ”

✧｡ “ Y/N ITS MIDNIIIIIIIIIIIGHT HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SWEET ”

✧｡ “ TOORU WHY ARENT YOU SLEEPING COULDNT YOU HAVE JUST WAITED UNTIL TOMORROW MORNING ”

✧｡ “ well i needed to make sure i was the first person to wish you a happy birthday before going to bed . you sleep well now , my dear . i’ll be picking you up tomorrow . ”

✧｡ now , if your birthday happens to fall on a weekday , he’s going to make sure everyone on the volleyball team wishes you well

✧｡ well , he doesn’t really have to force them , since they all like you enough to do that on their own

✧｡ he’ll skip practice to take you out for dinner , he doesn’t want to hear your complaints about his actions

✧｡ “ i can’t let you skip practice tooru ! volleyball is important to you , it would be selfish of me to take you away from practice ”

✧｡ “ you forget that you’re important to me as well , y/n . and besides ! your birthday comes once a year , i’m not gonna miss a chance to celebrate that . ”

✧｡ he takes you to your favorite place , and you two of you enjoy dinner together

✧｡ he waits until you get to your place to come inside and give you a present

✧｡ tooru would be the type to gift you jewelry , so expect something like a very special necklace and matching earrings to go with it !

✧｡ you will absolutely not leave his side if your birthday falls on the weekend

✧｡ he’ll tell you to text him when you wake up , and when you do , he’ll be at your door even before you get dressed

✧｡ like the weekday , he’ll still take you out to dinner when the sun sets , but until then your guys’ agenda is completely your choice

✧｡ so , you decide stay at home with him , and bake a cake together to celebrate the occasion

✧｡ i would say he’s a decent baker ?? i see tooru as a better chef than baker but he’s not pitiful when it comes to pastries

✧｡ after you two come back from dinner you stay up watching movies and cuddling until you fall asleep in each other’s snuggles

✧｡ you’ll probably fall asleep first , tooru will notice and smile , kissing your forehead gently and shutting off the tv before falling asleep shortly after

✧｡ “ happy birthday , my love . ”

koutarou bokuto.

✧｡ this boy is going to treat your birthday like a national holiday and nothing less

✧｡ he’s going to 👏🏼 spoil 👏🏼 you 👏🏼

✧｡ you better expect the most bokuto-type greeting when he lays his eyes on you on your special day

✧｡ “ BABY !!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY OMG IVE BEEN WANTING TO SEE YOU !!! ”

✧｡ “ thank you , kou — kOUTAROU YOURE SMOTHERING ME I CANT BREATHE AKAASHI PLEASE HELP — ”

✧｡ yes keiji is going to be watching over him today even though he always does on a daily basis lmao

✧｡ if your birthday falls on a weekday , bokuto is going to force all of his teammates to wait for you so all of them can give you their best birthday wishes the moment you arrive

✧｡ they complain but secretly they don’t mind , they have respect for someone who can handle someone as crazy as bokuto

✧｡ after practice he’s headed straight for your house , and holy shit are those presents in his arms

✧｡ “ kou !!! how was practice ?? ”

✧｡ “ great ! everyone let me leave early for you , so i had enough time to get dressed and surprise ! these are all for you ”

✧｡ “ KOUTAROU HOW MUCH MONEY DID YOU SPEND ON THESE ”

✧｡ idc how many times you demand him to tell you , the monetary value will not leave his mouth

✧｡ each gift bag has something different , from your favorite snacks to clothes to jewelry

i told you you were gonna get spoiled

✧｡ you , my friend , are royalty ; and he WILL treat you as such

✧｡ if your birthday falls on the weekend , expect a shit ton more from koutarou

✧｡ not only are you going to get those presents , but this guy also planned a whole surprise party for you too

✧｡ say thank you to akaashi , he did most of the planning because bokuto had no idea how to plan a party

✧｡ the fukurodani players were invited , your friends were invited , and even your family was in on the plan

✧｡ bokuto will stop at nothing to make sure you feel nothing but love on your birthday

✧｡ “ happy birthday baby ! you deserve nothing but the best today . ”

keiji akaashi.

✧｡ though keiji won’t be as flashy as bokuto when it comes to your birthday , boy is he going to make you feel loved on your special day

✧｡ he makes sure to call you when you wake up , wishing you a happy birthday before you start your day

✧｡ AND HE SINGS FOR YOU TOO

✧｡ he is a singer and you can’t change my mind

✧｡ so already this mf has made you swoon literally bare minutes into your day

✧｡ but honey , it gets better from here

✧｡ if your birthday happens on a weekday , still expect a wondrous bokuto greeting

✧｡ he secretly tells you akaashi has been worrying about what to get you for your birthday and what to do but you’re not supposed to know

✧｡ KOU HIDE KEIJI IS COMING

✧｡ “ baby , what did bokuto tell you ? ”

✧｡ “ huh ? nothing , he just asked what i was gonna do for my birthday . ”

✧｡ “ oh , okay . you’re a bad liar , by the way . ”

✧｡ KFJJSJFJDJ he knows you like the back of his hand don’t even try hiding anything from him

✧｡ he asks for you to wait for him after school , while he asks for permission to miss practice for the day

✧｡ once he takes you out of school , he takes you back to his place , where this one man wonder cooks you a birthday dinner

✧｡ keiji akaashi is complete husband material wbk

✧｡ i see akaashi as the type of person who takes mental notes when you notably express a desire to have something

✧｡ like you could just be shopping with him and you’ll see something you like “ omg that’s so pretty ! i really need to get that someday ”

✧｡ uh no you’re not getting it for yourself , he’s gonna buy it for you

✧｡ hahahaha you’re funny if you think you’re gonna get keiji to confess the amount of money he spent for you

✧｡ if your birthday is on the weekend , he’s gonna pick you up and take you to your favorite places to shop

✧｡ you two have to compromise because akaashi originally wanted to pay for everything you laid eyes but hell no that’s way too much

✧｡ after a bunch of begging and persuading he finally let you use your own wallet , he wouldn’t buy anything for you unless it was under any price equivalent to $15

✧｡ you’re gonna be out all day with him sis , but he’s still gonna cook you dinner like the good hubby he is

✧｡ no matter what , he’s gonna make sure he treats you and make you feel loved and appreciated because his love for you knows no limits

✧｡ “ i hope you enjoyed your birthday , my darling . i love you . ”

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junetuesday · 4 years

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sweetener - [sixteen]

Trial and Error

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader - uni AU

Word Count: ~7K

Warnings: smut, smut gone kinda wrong, alcohol/hangover mentions

A/N: some of the ~positions in this chapter kind of imply that the reader is of a similar height to tom so sorry if that bothers you! other than that pls enjoy as we all try to recover from that instagram story, hope everyone is staying safe and staying home as much as they’re able to ❣

Updates: dunno sorry i thought i had a schedule there for a minute but i lost it

Tom was very tired. So very, very tired.

Perhaps it had been a bad idea to go out last night, seeing as he was already knackered from work and lectures and training, but he and Harrison had gotten home from training and Adam said ‘we out tonight?’ and what was he supposed to say? No? To £1.50 pints? Of course not. So, now, here he was on Tuesday afternoon, not even that hungover but just tired, trying not to fall asleep in a lecture.

Apart from the fact that he’d nearly whacked his chin on the desk three times in the last ten minutes, though, his head drooping as he nodded off, he was pretty happy. He’d had a whole weekend with just you, which was nice, no interruptions or awkward interactions with housemates on the stairs, and you were now Officially Together, which was even nicer. He’d been a bit surprised when you’d brought it up on Friday night - but not in a bad way, he just hadn’t really thought about it. He wondered afterwards what he would have said if someone had asked him if you were his girlfriend, like Ruby had asked you. Yes? Probably? Maybe? No one had asked so it had never really occurred to him to put a label on your relationship, but when he thought about after he decided that if pressed he probably would have said yes.

In any case that was all cleared up now, “Facebook Official” and everything - he’d even told his mum. Well, that might be stretching the truth a little - he’d been on FaceTime to her on Sunday night and his brother Harry had come into the room and said ‘hey Tom how’s your girlfriend?’. It had been kind of hard to gauge his tone because he was shoving crisps into his mouth as he spoke, but it sounded snarky and Tom was fairly sure he had no interesting in actually hearing how you were and just wanted to tease him for having a girlfriend while simultaneously dropping him in it with their mum. Tom’s suspicions were confirmed when she looked directly into the camera with a high pitched ‘what? Who!’ and Harry promptly left the room, leaving Tom to murmur ‘um, well, uh…’ while he tried to think how best to explain your relationship. It wasn’t that he’d been actively hiding you from his family, he’d mentioned you in passing a few times to his brothers,but it just hadn’t really come up. Maybe he should have mentioned it before putting it on Facebook, but what was he supposed to do, just message the family chat like hey btw i have a girlfriend now? In the end he just said you were a friend of his housemate’s and that you’d met a couple of months ago, electing to skip over the part about how he already knew of you from work beforehand because that was quite embarrassing and not really something he wanted to share with his mother, and then he changed the subject and asked to see Tessa before making an excuse to hang up.

Familial video calls aside though, he’d had a nice weekend, and though it was only Tuesday he was already looking forward to the next one. Not just because he was tired and wanted a lie in, but this Friday was Valentine’s Day. He’d never really been bothered about it so he hadn’t even realised it was coming up, but once he did Tom wondered if your “talk” would have happened this week anyway, regardless of the Liv/Harrison situation, and not even because of the actual holiday itself, but because of the night out. Valentine’s Day at the SU had a traffic light system - wear red if you’re taken, green if you’re single, and yellow if...well, Tom wasn’t really sure what yellow was for. Maybe? Proceed with caution? Anyway, you probably would have ended up having the conversation about your relationship status before the party, because it would have been extremely awkward if you’d turned up in different colours. Now, however, you both knew you’d both be wearing red, so that was good to know - that is, if you ended up going out. You hadn’t talked about your plans yet, whether you’d go out like on a proper date, or stay in, or go out with everyone else. Tom didn’t really mind what you did, as long as he got to see you at some point, so he figured he’d speak to you about it later and see what you wanted to do.

For now though, he really needed to concentrate on this lecture. He was trying, he really was, only it was really quite boring and his eyelids were really heavy suddenly, and the lecturer’s voice sounded really far away…

aaaCHOO!

Tom’s head snapped up at the sound of the person next to him sneezing, his body jerking as he was startled back into consciousness. This was hopeless, there was no way he was going to be able to stay awake for the rest of the lecture if he didn’t do something to distract himself. The lecture content itself was clearly not interesting enough to keep him alert and awake, so he decided to see what you were up to instead, and you replied after a minute or two.

nm just back from lectures, watching a movie with liv and mads x

Oh cool what movie x

Even without knowing what movie you were watching, Tom was certain that he’d much prefer to be on your sofa watching TV, instead of sitting in this uncomfortable chair in a cold lecture hall. That was basically all you’d done all weekend, though obviously without your housemates - which was for the best, because it would have been really awkward if they’d been sitting there when the episode of Friends where they get a free adult TV channel came on and you’d asked him if he watched porn and he’d nearly choked on his tea. He’d just said ‘sometimes’ and then asked if you did before taking a big sip of his tea to try and look nonchalant (which was a mistake because it was still too hot but he wasn’t going to choke again on the same drink so he just let it burn his mouth and throat and nodded casually when you also said ‘sometimes’).

Bend it like Beckham lmao x

Arent you in a lecture rn x

Ahh a classic. Yeh i am but

Tom paused, considering how to finish that sentence. But now I’ve just remembered you talking to me about porn and it’s distracting ?? Hmm, no, probably not like that.

its really boring and im tired so i keep falling asleep 😴x

Okay, better, now stop thinking about it. He wasn’t even really sure what “it” was, just the general idea of you and porn, and porn-related activities, and things he shouldn’t be thinking about in a lecture.

Early night for you tonight x

Oh dear. That didn’t help, because now he was thinking that you were right, he probably would be in bed quite early - but would he be sleeping? Probably not, and he did not need to be thinking about what he’d be doing instead right now.

Tom checked the clock on the wall, pretending to be reading the lecture slides on the screen below it. Only twenty minutes left…

Want me to pick you up on the way home and we can go straight to bed? x

He debated putting a 😏 on the end, or maybe even a 😉, but ultimately decided against it before hitting send. You were supposed to be coming over to his later that evening anyway, but now he couldn’t really think of a reason to wait any longer than was absolutely necessary. Plus this way maybe you would actually get an early night, which wouldn’t be a bad idea considering he had to play rugby the next day.

Sounds like a plan. When do you finish x

20 mins x

He hoped you were on the same wavelength and understood that he didn’t actually plan to go to sleep at 4:30 in the afternoon (though he could use a nap, but he could do that after). He’d find out in half an hour or so, he supposed, he just had to stay awake until then.

It turned out to be a lot easier to stay awake once he had something else to think about besides what his lecturer was talking about, so soon enough Tom was texting you to say he was on his way, and then again to say he was parked on your street. He debated going to the door, but he decided that it was probably best if he didn’t just in case Liv saw him and wanted to hurt him just for being friends with Harrison.

“Hey!”

Your voice as you opened the passenger side door made Tom look up from his phone, slightly startled as he was waiting for you to text back and wasn’t expecting you to just appear out of nowhere.

“Oh- hey,” he reached over to grab his bag from the passenger seat so you could get in, tossing it into the backseat as you shoved your own bag into the footwell.

You smiled once he turned back to face you, reaching across the car to touch his cheek as he leaned over to give you a kiss hello.

“You look nice,” Tom said when you pulled back, settling back into your seat and putting on your seatbelt.

“Oh,” you looked down at your outfit, then over at Tom. “Thanks.”

It wasn’t a particularly exciting outfit, just jeans and a slouchy knitted jumper, but it was cute - or maybe that was just you, it was hard to tell. In any case it was time for Tom to stop admiring you and start driving, the drive between your houses passing quickly as you talked about your day so far.

“Oh crap,” Tom muttered under his breath as you walked up to the front door. His curtains were still closed, and he remembered then that his room was a complete mess.

You weren’t meant to be coming over until later on, so when he’d woken up late he’d just jumped in the shower in the hopes it would relieve his hangover, shoved on the cleanest clothes he could find, and ran out the door. So, instead of stepping back to let you in once he unlocked the front door, he went in ahead of you and went straight to his room to assess the damage. Besides the closed curtains, unmade bed, and wardrobe doors flung open, his open gym bag and workout clothes were on the floor, the towel he’d used after his speedy shower before heading out on top of them. In his semi-conscious state this morning he hadn’t been able to find said towel, so the one he’d used this morning was draped over the back of his desk chair. He was wearing the jeans he’d worn out last night, so at least they weren’t on the floor, but the shirt he’d worn was, as well as the pyjama bottoms he’d slept in, complete with boxers inside them, sitting very visibly right in the middle of the room. A couple of cider cans and the tub from the Pot Noodle he’d had for dinner littered his desk, and the bag he’d brought to yours on the weekend was open at the end of his bed, its contents spilling onto the floor. Fantastic.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as he quickly gathered all his clothes up into a pile and shoved them into the wardrobe. “D’you want a drink or anything?”

“Nah, I’m good,” you shook your head as you took off your jacket, setting it and your bag down by the door as it swung shut behind you.

“Okay, uh…” Tom trailed off, trying to fit his bags into the wardrobe and get the doors closed before everything started tumbling out. “Wanna put something on TV?”

“Umm… I dunno, is anyone home?”

“I don’t think so?”

Operation Wardrobe was mostly successful, in that the doors didn’t completely shut but nothing was falling out, so Tom considered that a win and moved on to straightening his duvet.

“Eh,” you laughed with a shrug. “Why bother then, we’re not going to watch it are we?”

“...yeah, fair enough.”

Deciding that his bed would do as it was and the curtains should probably remain closed, Tom moved towards you, his hands finding your waist as you pulled him closer by the collar of his jacket until your lips connected in a hurried kiss.

Guess you were on the same wavelength.

“I thought you were tired,” you smirked against his lips as he guided you across the room until your back was against the wall, his body pressed to yours.

“Well,” he sighed as he wiggled out of his jacket, your hands pushing it off his shoulders and down his arms. “I was, but I’ll persevere.”

Tom reached for the hem of your jumper as your lips reconnected, his fingers brushing over your waist as he pushed it up.

“Oh right, okay,” you giggled when you separated again for him to pull your jumper off over your head. “Well done, must be hard for you.”

Well, something was hard, if not the act of staying awake. What was vexing him at present, though, was how many layers you were wearing. Your coat and jumper were gone, but you still had a vest top on, tucked into your jeans - and was that a belt? A belt?! You had boots on too, plus whatever underwear you had on - what a nightmare - well not a nightmare, obviously your underwear wasn’t a nightmare, but--

Tom’s thoughts were cut off by you grabbing his face and kissing him again, and that was enough to get him to just get on with it. Your hands shifted from his cheeks to his shoulders and down his chest as he pulled your vest free. His tongue eagerly exploring your mouth, he kissed you more firmly before he stepped away to pull his hoodie and t-shirt off over his head. You followed suit, taking your vest off and dropping it on top of your jumper, then bending down to take off your boots while Tom kicked off his trainers.

His hands on your waist guided you towards the bed once you straightened up, one darting out to stop himself falling on top of you as you landed on your back on top of his crumpled sheets. Kissing as you went, you shuffled up to the top of the bed, you on your back and Tom beside you, leaning over you. Your legs tangled together, your fingers brushed through the back of his hair as he kissed down your neck and onto your chest, his lips following the line of your bra strap. Things started getting more complicated when he passed your collarbones though, and he realised that this was not your standard bra.

A pretty teal colour, your bra had complicated looking straps going across the tops of your breasts, just above the cups. The band was deeper than normal too, a sort of mesh lace covering your ribs almost down to your waist. After briefly pausing to consider whether to follow the cup or the strap (he chose the strap) Tom continued his line of kisses onto the centre of your chest, sucking and nipping at the skin in between your breasts. Your chest rose under him as you took a deep breath in, letting it out in a contented sigh as he lifted his head to look at you.

“This is fancy,” he ran his fingers over the thin strap decorating the top of your breast. “Did you wear this to uni?”

“No,” you shook your head, your chest moving under his hand as you laughed. “Bit much for a lecture, I think.”

You watched his hand as his fingertip trailed down between your breasts and along the underwire as he chuckled.

“Yeah, maybe.”

If you didn’t wear it when you went out, did that mean you changed into it just for him?

“What do you think, though?”

“Hmm?” Tom hummed, looking up to see you gesturing to your chest.

Were you actually asking what he thought of your bra? Or maybe just your boobs in general? It was more likely that you meant the bra, but either way the answer was the same.

“Oh, yeah, uh,” his eyes returned to your bra, like he even had to think about his reply. “Very nice.”

“Thanks… you know you’ve seen this bra before, actually.”

“Oh?”

Tom felt like he should probably look at your face instead of your chest while you were talking, but then you were talking about your bra, so many it was okay if he kind of went back and forth between them.

“Yeah, you know that Snapchat I sent you?”

“Ohh right, yeah.” Now he thought about it, it was actually kind of familiar, though if he was honest he had been more focused on the fact that you had sent him a picture of yourself in your bra than on what the bra itself looked like. “Thanks for that, by the way.”

“You’re welcome,” you laughed again, a cute little laugh that didn’t really match up with the way your hand on the back of his neck pulled him into a kiss.

Tom shifted more on top of you as the kiss deepened, your hand slipping into the back pocket of his jeans to keep his body close to yours as you sucked on his bottom lip. Your other hand was still playing with his hair, your fingers twisting in the curls as he moved to kiss your neck.

“You know it’s funny actually,” you tilted your head to the side as you spoke, a gentle smile in your voice. “I didn’t mean to send that to you.”

…

…….

You what?

“Hmm?” he said instead, his face still buried in your neck but his eyes wide open.

“Yeah.”

That’s not helpful, who was it meant for?

Tom pulled back slightly, shifting to the side and resting his weight on one arm while he waited for you to expand.

“I was sending it to the girls and I just clicked on you too by accident.”

“Oh right… okay.”

He wasn’t really sure why you were telling him this now, or at all really, but if that’s all you meant then that was okay, right? It wasn’t like you meant to send it to another guy. Besides, that was ages ago, things were very different now. Like, if he’d found that out a few weeks ago he probably would have been a bit more freaked out because he had taken that snap as a sign that you were into him, so finding out that it hadn’t been meant for him at all would have kind of shattered that idea. As it was though, he had more than enough evidence now that you were into him, so it didn’t really matter too much now.

“Did you not think the caption was a bit weird?” you spoke again, taking him out of his thoughts and back to the present. “Like, why would I tell you I got this in the sale?”

“Oh, uh,” This is embarrassing - though not more embarrassing than sending a semi-nude to the wrong person. “To be honest, I didn’t read the caption.”

“You know what, that’s fair enough,” you laughed. “I’m glad I sent it anyway.”

“Me too.” Wait that sounds weird- “I mean not just because, like, obviously it’s always nice to see boobs-”

“Well yeah-”

“But it kinda like, you know-”

“-got things going?”

“...yeah,” Tom nodded, a smile growing across his face because yeah, that’s exactly what it did.

You were smiling too, and then before he knew it you were kissing again, his body shifting over yours. He kissed down your chest again, moving down the bed as he went, planning to take off your jeans - and his own, because they were feeling uncomfortably tight right now.

“Oh yeah, I was gonna say-”

Fighting the urge to sigh, Tom just looked up at you from where he was kissing the soft skin just below the band of your bra.

“-you know the other day when you said you wanted to try like, spanking or whatever-”

“Oh, I, uh-”

“- I was just wondering if there, you know, wasanythingelseyouwantedtotry?”

You’d said the last part in one quick go, the words running into each other, leaving Tom blinking up at you as he played them through in his head at half speed. Once he’d worked out what you’d said though, he still didn’t know what to say, because he definitely had not expected you to say that.

“Erm… uh… I don’t know…”

“Oh. Okay, never mind-” your voice went quieter, your face turning slightly as you looked away.

“No, like, it’s just - I can’t think of anything right now, but I’m sure - can I come back to you on that?”

Your eyes met his again, and your face relaxed into a small smile as you nodded.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Cool.”

He waited a moment to see if you had anything else you wanted to say, but you just ran your fingers through his hair and said nothing, so he took that to mean he could continue. He pressed a few more kisses to your stomach before unbuckling your belt, undoing your jeans and pulling them down your legs once you lifted your hips to help him get them off. He swallowed as he tossed your jeans onto the floor, not taking his eyes off your underwear - a thong that matched your bra, barely covering any of you. That settled it, you definitely changed into different lingerie just for him - and that knowledge made it even hotter. Like, you looked amazing regardless, but knowing that it was for him? On purpose? You purposefully dressed like that for him? Yeah, that made it ten times better.

“C’mere,” he murmured, leaning down to wrap his arms around you and rolling you both over so you were on top of him.

You ground down onto him as you kissed, his hands squeezing your ass as you arched your back, rubbing yourself along his length through his jeans. He grunted as your lips left his, instead scattering kisses down his neck and chest as you moved down his body. Soon you were kneeling on the bed between his legs, sucking small purple marks onto the pale skin just above the waistband of his boxers. He was so focused on that that he didn’t even notice you undoing his jeans, until you were pulling them and his boxers down, his hard cock springing free and falling heavily against his stomach.

Tom watched as you licked along his length, sucking him into your mouth when you reached the top. He groaned when you bobbed your head, your cheeks hollowing around him. Your fingers curled around the base of his cock, following behind your lips as they slid up and down his length. You swirled your tongue around the tip as you came off him for a moment to breathe, your hand continuing to move up and down smoothly. After a moment you dipped your head again, taking him back into your mouth a little at a time. Your mouth felt so good around him, so warm and wet, and Tom was just thinking that he’d quite like to reach between your legs and feel something else warm and wet except he couldn’t really reach just now, when it occurred to him that maybe he did have an answer for you.

“Hey…” he muttered, not sure how to begin.

“Hmm?”

Tom closed his eyes for a second, his jaw tensing when you hummed around him. “I thought of something.”

You lifted your head, your hand still moving as your mouth left his cock. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, um,” What’s the best way to say this? Just say it, I suppose. “I dunno, you could like… sit on my face.”

“Hm…” you tilted your head thoughtfully. “What, while I…”

You trailed off, nodding towards your hand around his dick.

“Yeah… if you want.”

You hummed again, your hand still pumping slowly while you mulled it over. After a moment though, you stopped and nodded, sitting back on your heels.

“Yeah, okay.”

You moved aside while Tom took his jeans off, but when he lay back down you stayed kneeling beside him on the bed. He said your name questioningly, looking at you uncertainly.

“...you okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, but didn’t move. “I dunno, it’s just like - it’s very exposing, isn’t it…”

He didn’t really know what to say to that - he’d gone down on you loads of times, so he didn’t really see what the difference was, but there obviously was a difference to you.

“Oh, well,” he sat up a bit, propping himself up on his elbows. “I mean you don’t have to-”

“No, it’s not that,” you cut him off, shaking your head. “It’s just… like I want to but…”

Tom stayed quiet, just watching you have this debate with yourself because it didn’t really seem like it actually had very much to do with him at all.

“D’you mind if I leave my pants on? Like, obviously you can move them to, you know, get at stuff, but like, I dunno-” you sighed, sounding exasperated with yourself. “I know that doesn’t really make sense, I just feel like it would make it easier for me to put my butt in your face.”

He couldn’t help but snort at that - not so much at the idea but just the way you phrased it. You laughed too, only a little more nervously.

“Yeah, ‘course,” he nodded, trying to make his expression more serious. “Whatever makes you comfortable.”

You nodded back, slowly at first but then more decisively.

“Yeah… yeah, okay. Sorry, I’m being weird.”

“Nah you’re fine, don’t worry.”

Tom sat up more, touching your cheek gently as he kissed you. Your lips moved tentatively with his at first, but it didn’t take long before you got back into it. Your fingers wound their way into his hair as he gripped your waist, your body shifting to climb back on top of him.

“Oh right, yeah,” you stopped suddenly, shaking your head with a chuckle. “Other way.”

Both of you laughed as you shuffled on the bed, turning around and swinging your leg over his chest. Tom held your hips as you moved back, until you were right in front of his face. He couldn’t see what you were doing, obviously, but he could feel your body over his as you leaned down, wrapping your hand around his length again. He had a brief moment of panic when he realised that when he pulled your thong aside everything was going to be upside down compared to what he was used to, but then he felt your mouth envelope his cock and he figured he’d just work it out as he went along.

Kneading your ass cheeks firmly as he spread them apart, Tom pressed a few teasing kisses to the wet patch in the centre of your underwear. Your body twitched slightly at the contact, but you didn’t stop what you were doing, so he assumed that meant he was good to continue. With one hand he pulled your thong to the side to expose your pussy, wet and spread open right in front of his face. He wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you that last bit closer, onto the flat of his tongue as he ran it through your folds. Your body still felt a bit tense, but you moaned around him when he traced circles around your clit with his tongue, so that was a good sign, right?

You both carried on like that for a little while, him eating you out while you sucked him off. Sometimes Tom found it kind of hard to concentrate on what he was doing because of what you were doing, but other times you stopped and his cock was just sort of sitting there in your hand while you moaned and pushed back onto his tongue, so he figured the same thing was happening to you so it was alright. Your thong kept trying to move back between your legs though, and he was trying his best to keep it out of the way with his face but eventually he had to pull one hand away from its very important task of squeezing your bum to move it properly.

Holding your underwear aside, he went back to massaging your clit with his tongue. Your mouth tightened around the tip of his cock as you whimpered before you lifted your head, your hand still working his length as you came off him with a wet pop. Tom grunted against your pussy as you started to grind against his face, his fingers digging into your bum as he guided your movements. He could feel the tension in your body building, your thighs tensing -- until your grip on his cock loosened, your hip movements faltered, and you pulled away from him.

“Ugh, sorry,” you groaned, climbing off him when he let his arms fall away from your body and onto the bed.

“What, what’s wrong?”

“I dunno,” you whined as you turned around, crawling back on top of him and straddling his hips. “I just feel like… like I can’t concentrate? I don’t know, I think I just prefer doing one at a time, there’s too much going on.”

“Okay,” Tom just nodded; there wasn’t really much else to say to that.

“Sorry…”

“No, don’t-” he switched quickly to shaking his head. “I know what you mean and like, if you’re not into it then what’s the point, you know?”

“Okay,” You nodded as he shrugged, but your expression remained uncertain. “Still… sorry.”

“Seriously, it’s fine - now we know.”

“Now we know,” you giggled as Tom reached for your hands where they rested on his chest, tugging on them to bring you close enough for him to kiss you.

His hands caressed your body as his tongue roamed your mouth, reaching around to undo your bra - or at least, that was his plan. When he got there, however, he felt way more clasps under his fingertips than he was expecting. He tried his best to keep kissing you as he worked his way through them, but after he’d undone three and it didn’t seem like it was any closer to coming off he had to stop, muttering a frustrated sorry against your cheek.

“Oh, right,” you pushed yourself up, reaching behind you to undo the last couple of clasps. “Yeah, it’s got like five things, sorry.”

All Tom could think was why though? Why make it so complicated? But he didn’t say that, instead he said:

“No worries. What about you?”

You were just leaning down over him again, presumably about to resume kissing him when he said it, and he instantly regretted it when you stopped and tilted your head in confusion.

“What?”

His only explanation was that your habit of starting full on conversations during sex must be rubbing off on him - why else would he interrupt you when you were on top of him with only soaked thong between you? Why didn’t he just let you carry on? It was too late now though, he’d just have to continue and hope it paid off.

“Is, uh, is there anything you wanna try?”

“Oh,” you straightened up again, sitting up straight in his lap. “Hmm.”

Tom watched you thinking, nibbling on your bottom lip contemplatively, and he was beginning to wish he’d just waited to ask you another time before you spoke.

“I’ve never done it standing up, that could be fun…”

Then he really wished he hadn’t said anything, because frankly he was way too tired for that, but you had tried his thing, so it only seemed fair that he try yours.

“Okay.”

“...okay?” you repeated, looking at him questioningly.

“Okay,” he nodded. “Wanna try?”

You seemed to consider for a moment, before shrugging with a casual ‘sure’. You crawled off him and you both got to your feet, your knickers soon finding a home on the bedroom floor.

“So like, how do we… do this?”

“Um, right,” Tom thought for a second, before placing his hands on your hips and guiding you so your back was against the wall, your arms instinctively looping around his neck. “And then I guess if you like,” - he moved one hand down to your thigh - “lift your leg?”

You did as instructed, his hand holding the back of your thigh firmly as you hitched your right leg up to his left hip.

“Erm…right...” he looked back and forth between your face and his dick, now sort of pressed between your abdomens, as you bit your lip to try and stifle the giggle that was threatening to burst out of your mouth.

Hmm.

Tom bent his knees slightly, using his free hand to try and position his cock at your entrance. You lifted up onto your tiptoes, using your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, and that did help a bit. He was able to push inside you, but beyond that he didn’t really know how to go about this. The way your bodies fit together meant that he couldn’t really thrust into you properly - he tried, but it just didn’t really work, and you were still on your tiptoes which didn’t seem sustainable, especially because you were standing on one leg and only staying upright because you were pinned between him and the wall.

“Um-”

“Hmm…”

“This isn’t working, is it?”

Looking between your bodies, your leg wrapped him and your breasts pressed to his chest, he really, really wanted to say it was working, but the truth was it just wasn’t. “Maybe if I lift you up?”

“Pardon?” you laughed, a bewildered expression on your face.

“Like,” Tom squeezed your thigh where it rested on his hip. “Do that but with your other leg.”

You just stared at him for a moment, blinking once, twice, three times before you spoke.

“No.”

“Why not?” He couldn’t help but laugh at your flat tone, the confused smile still frozen on your face.

“Because you’ll drop me.”

Tom opened his mouth to say no, he wouldn’t drop you, but in all honesty he couldn’t say that with 100% certainty. He wouldn’t mean to, obviously, but he was tired, and what if he did drop you? Surely that would be worse than… whatever this was.

“...fine,” he said instead, helping you bring your foot back to the ground before he stepped back, cock slipping out of you in the process.

“What if I bend over the bed?”

“... yeah, that could work.”

And lo, it did work. With you bent over the edge of the bed and him behind you, Tom gripped your hips as he thrust in and out of you steadily. Your hands grabbed fistfuls of the sheets, pushing back to meet his thrusts, and it wasn’t long before he could feel himself getting close, the tension inside him built up after so long spent with your mouth around him and your pussy in his face. His fingers trailed across your hip as he reached around to touch your clit, a grunt passing his lips as he felt your walls twitch and clench around him as you straightened up to give him better access.

“Fuck-”

You turned your head to kiss him, all breathless moans and probing tongues into each other's mouths. Your body twisted as you leaned into the kiss, making Tom’s cock slip out as he moved to thrust into you again.

“Fuck,” he groaned again, more out of frustration than pleasure this time. He went to reposition himself at your entrance, but stopped when you breathed his name.

“Hang on…d’you wanna just...do it normally?”

He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before he nodded.

“Yeah, okay, sure. Sorry.”

You straightened up and turned around properly, your arms wrapping around his neck. “S’okay-”

“I’m just tired and-”

“Seriously, it’s fine-”

“- I’m a bit hungover and-”

“Tom.”

The way you said his name finally made him shut up, assertive but still quiet, gentle.

“You’re fine, it’s fine. That last one was good, I’m just being awkward because I want to kiss you.”

“Oh.”

That was all he had time to say before you kissed him, as if to demonstrate your point - and honestly, you made a really solid argument. So much so that the two of you fell back onto the bed, barely breaking apart as you lay down and he pushed back inside you, your legs spread wide beneath him. Plus, it was nice to be lying down and back in his comfort zone, kissing your neck as he thrust into you, your fingers tugging at his hair, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist--

“Wait wait, stop-”

You both froze as someone came into the house, slamming the front door closed behind them.

For fuck’s sake are you fucking joking?!

Tom kept his face buried in your neck, but he could feel you holding your breath until you heard either Adam or Harrison (he was trying not to think too much about whoever it was) going straight up the stairs. He felt you exhale once an upstairs door banged shut, your hips bucking up as you sighed.

“Okay, carry on.”

He did as he was told and began to move again, thrusting into you. Your moans were quieter now, more restrained, which was a shame, but he’d take what he could get. You bit your lip as he shifted, his arms bracketing your head as he quickly built up speed until he was pounding into you. One hand still tangled in his hair, you slipped the other between your bodies to rub hurriedly at your clit.

“Oh fuck, please,” you whimpered, looking up at him slack jawed and glassy eyed.

“M’gonna - fuck - gonna come,” Tom grunted, feeling your walls clenching and squeezing his cock as he thrust into you as deeply as he possibly could.

Your fingers in his hair tightened, urging him to dip his head to kiss you. You moaned into his mouth as he obliged, your body jerking under his as you came. He kept thrusting into you as he came moments later, his own moans mixing with yours in a hurried, passionate kiss, your hips rutting together as you both rode out your highs. The kiss grew softer as the rhythm of your hips began to slow, until your tongues were lazily dancing together as you ground together slowly.

“Yeah,” you chuckled breathlessly when you finally pulled apart. “We should have just done that to begin with.”

Tom just laughed in reply, scattering kisses across your cheek and down your neck onto your shoulder as he caught his breath. His body was feeling very heavy now, every ounce of tiredness he’d felt earlier coming rushing back after that burst of energy and hormones, and suddenly all he wanted to do was sleep.

“...you’re kinda squishing me a bit, Tom.”

“Hmm?” he hummed, his face nuzzled against your cheek until he replayed your words in his head and understood what you were saying. “Oh! Sorry-”

You unwrapped your legs from around his waist so he could roll off you, before crawling out from underneath him and searching for your underwear on the floor. Tom watched from his spot on the bed as you rummaged through your bag, pulling out a clean pair of knickers and the pyjamas that he’d lent you over the weekend. He just nodded sleepily as you said something about going to the bathroom, taking his dressing gown off the back of the door and tying it around your body before you left the room.

He didn’t think he’d fallen asleep, but it only seemed like a moment later when the door swung open and you came back in, and surely you hadn’t been that quick?

“Someone in there,” you explained when he looked at you in surprise - so maybe he hadn’t fallen asleep, you actually had just come straight back.

Tom nodded again, but this time he sat up, blinking furiously in an attempt to get his eyes to stay open. He couldn’t exactly go to sleep right that second, he was too naked and sticky, so while you hovered by the door waiting for the bathroom to be free he set about cleaning himself up and finding some clean underwear. It was only another minute or two before you both heard the bathroom door open, footsteps going across the landing, and then another door closing.

“Right, be right back.”

By the time you came back for good, Tom had changed into a fresh pair of pyjamas, put something on the TV, and shook out his duvet, and was lying under it all warm and cosy and trying to stay awake at least until you got into bed too.

“Are you actually going to sleep?” you asked as you slipped in under the covers beside him.

“Not like, properly,” he mumbled, turning onto his side holding his arms out for you to wiggle into. “M’just, m’gonna nap… jus’ for a minute…”

He was sure you didn’t believe that - he didn’t believe it either - he’d probably wake up in three hours not knowing who he was or what day it was. He didn’t get to hear whether you had anything to say about it though, because he fell asleep almost immediately, his breathing turning deep and even in your ear in seconds.

⋘ FIFTEEN | SEVENTEEN ⋙

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Introducing The Whetstones || 10.31.2020

“Why you wanna marry me anyhow?

So I can kiss you anytime I want.”

Wedding Song || Vows

“People always used to laugh at me when I said I believed in soulmates--as if they were silly myth that didn’t exist. They’d appease me for a moment and then do their best to remind me how the real world works. But I couldn’t understand why they didn’t believe in them--wasn’t it obvious? Now I realize that the reason it was so obvious to me was because I had found my soulmate at seven years old with the little boy living next door to me who would invite me over to play and ride horses and bake with his momma--who made a place for me in his life when others wouldn’t. Soulmates are rare, yes--but they aren’t a myth. And I think our love story proves that. I Happy wedding day, baby. Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with my soulmate.”

Jack feels like it’s a dream when he rolls over and finds a head of blonde hair next to him. Of course, he quickly realizes it’s not when he inhales a mouthful of hair and tries not to gag on it. “Hey,” his voice is soft as it comes out, his hand dragging up the soft skin of Lia’s arm until he can twist his fingers into hers, “Mags- hey, you should wake up. Don’t you and Moira have a costume shopping thing happening in like… an hour?” Jack’s eyes flicker to the clock that sits on the bedside table closest to Magnolia’s head and it’s already 10:30- this is the first time he’s slept in in years and there’s nothing he wants more than to stay curled up around Magnolia forever. Jack cuddles in closer and slides his leg between hers, his cold toes pressing against her ankle, “It’s not like you to sleep in like this. Come on, Mags- don’t make me tickle you.” His hand brushes over her side, “I’ll do it. I will.”

“Mmmmhh,” She mumbles incoherently as she feels Jack’s fingers intertwine with hers. “Shopping can wait till later. I am not moving.” She presses herself closer to him to emphasize the point. In truth, Jack was right--Magnolia didn’t sleep in hardly ever but that was before she’d fallen asleep in Jack’s bed with him beside her. Now the idea of never leaving was a thousand times more compelling and she was planning to do just that. She jumped softly as the shock of cold on her ankles but still made no move to get up. Sleeping next to Jack was by far the most comfortable position she’d ever been in and waking up next to him was something she could do forever, if given the option. She yawns lazily, shifting slight to adjust to fall back asleep when she hears his threat. “You wouldn’t,” Lia’s eyes open just a slight bit more, sending him a glare. “Don’t you dare tickle me mister, I can’t be held responsible for what happens if you do!”

“Oh, wouldn’t I?” his fingers dance over her side and he gives it a squeeze in hopes that she’ll jump. Jack leans forward and over her, a smile pulling wide across his face as he does, “You know she’ll kill you if you’re late. Or she’ll kill me. Regardless of who she kills, one of us will be suffering, so you really should get up.” Jack lays down on top of Magnolia while laughing - it may not be his entire body weight but they break out in giggles, “Do you have any ideas on what you’re thinking of getting for a costume? I have no desire in the slightest to go get a costume so I was thinking like… James Bond or something. Slick back hair- suit, you know… the usual.” It’s not that Jack hated Halloween- he really didn’t, in fact- he loved getting to dress up, but this year had been weird and he was just ready for the month to be over.

“Jack!” She gasps slightly, laughter escaping from her as she looks at him more clearly. She watches as a few stray curls fall in front of his eyes and her heart jumps in the same way her body did when he squeezed her side. She thought herself a pretty focused person, all things considered--until you threw Jack Whetstone in the mix. Just a look at him and her whole train of thought just fly out the window. Lia’s lips slipped into a sly smirk, her free hand maneuvering up to brush the curls from his eyes before she leaned forward to kiss him gently. “First of all, I’m a princess to her--so that grants me royal immunity,” She teased, another giggle bubbling from within her. She didn’t believe Moira when she called her a princess, but she was also pretty convinced the woman would let her being a teensy-bit late slide, all things considered. “And secondly, I can probably use that immunity on you too--but if you are really that tired of me hogging your bed…” A quick peck on the nose and she thought on his question. “Well I don’t know--I haven’t dressed up for Halloween in years. Usually I’m working.” Most holidays she’s working, but that wasn’t the question. “The usual? So, you think you’re usually 007, huh? I mean, I suppose you’re handsome enough for it,” She laughed again, her arms snaking to wrap loosely around his neck. “Well the obvious choice is some sort of princess or--like a mouse? But I don’t know, I kind of think it’d be fun to do something not obvious for once, y’know? Throw everyone off their groove?”

“You’re a princess to everyone, Mags. It’ll always amaze me how you don’t see how people lay down and roll over like lovesick puppies for you,” He pressed his lips to her shoulder and kissed across it- they’d hardly done anything more than kissing and cuddling, but this was enough for Jack for once. This felt right. “I’m pretty damn sure I’m James Bond at all times,” he rolled his eyes at the expected jar comment that he knew would follow- at this rate, he was pretty sure he could afford to buy an engagement ring with the amount of money he owed Magnolia. “What if we did like… a couple’s costume? I know that’s cliche and I know we arent a couple…” his words hung in the air for a moment. What even were they anyways? Basically a couple, right? Just one that never spoke about how they felt, “I’d offer to be someone from Pride and Prejudice but honestly… I don’t think I can pull off the look.” Jack let his hands hang off of Magnolia’s arms, his thumb brushing against her soft skin, “Well… if you’re looking for something not obvious, I think playing it safe is not the way to go.”

“Lovesick puppies?” A soft giggle escaped her lips as she felt him kiss her shoulders. “Oh please, they don’t do that. I just ask nicely and usually they are nice enough to help out--or my bag of baked goods helps. I’m like Mary Poppins but with cookies!” Nothing about this scenario felt wrong or weird to her--like it was just normal to wake up in the bed of your crush without anything having happened the night before and the idea that it felt just right made her smile wide. “Jack--” She looked around the room they were in and let out a sigh. “Dang it, the jar doesn’t count in the bedroom.” Lia sent him a wink and she laughed a little, swiftly moving on to his next suggestion--a couples costume. Or, rather, a not-officially-a-couple couples costume. That name didn’t roll off the tongue half as well--but nevermind that. “First of all, you could pull off anything you wanted to--but even so, Pride and Prejudice might still be too obvious. Oh--wait, you said James Bond, don’t those movies always have a,” She furrowed her brows as she tried to think of the name, it resting on the top of her tongue. “A Bond Girl!” A Bond Girl--you forgot the name of Bond Girl. “What about that? I mean, to be fair I’ve never seen a James Bond movie--am I totally off base?”

If Jack had been drinking water, he would’ve choked, “Doesn’t count in the…” he let out a nervous laugh, “There you go surprising me again, as usual.” He buried his head into Lia’s neck as she rattled out ideas of a bond girl while he tried to think through his own. Austin Powers came to mind- and while that’d be fun, he didn’t think it’d quite hit the mark like he wanted it to. The thing was… Jack was tired of them playing this game- he was tired of them dancing around the idea of a relationship or of dating. They’d been metaphorically dating for most of their lives at this point, and maybe that’s why he’d been so reluctant to truly put effort into sealing the deal because he knew it took so much to start when really… he was ready to have the white picket fence ending with Magnolia tomorrow, if he could. Jack pulled Magnolia closer to him, “Maybe not James Bond… what about… I mean, like… assassins are kinda cool, aren’t they? Or spies? We don’t necessarily need to be characters, right?” It was in that moment that he had an epiphany-, “Wait! Have you ever seen Mr. and Mrs. Smith?” Jack pulled back, a wild grin on his face, “That would be so badass.”

“I have all sorts of tricks up my sleeve,” She grinned and kissed the top of his head as he buried his face in her shoulder. “Haven’t figured me out yet y’know.” Lia teased, her fingers absentmindedly playing with his hair as she listened to his follow up--though her mind was caught up in the idea of a couples costume--whatever they were, it was still enough to dress up in a costume that matched. But they had always done that, in some way--perhaps that was the first sign that there was clearly something more between them. Well, not the first sign--their inability to stay separate from each other was clearly number one. There would have been no shuffling in the tilt-a-whirl line if that wasn’t the case. But it wasn’t like she wanted to stay away either--as cheesy as it sounded, her world never felt more upright and normal than when she was with Jack and it made her heart skip when she thought about it. “Assassins? Oh wait--that’s the movie with Brad and Angelina, right?” Part of her was shocked that she had even seen the movie, but it had been years ago and didn’t remember much of it, except the fact they were married and….were trying to kill eachother. But they could leave that part out. Her face lit up. “No, that’s perfect. Like it’s a fantastic mix of James Bond and Bond Girl but with a twist.” She paused for a moment. “Wait--can we do that scene where they’re dancing in their fancy clothes but she also has a weapon on her thigh?” Lia had always thought that was the coolest part. “I love this idea.”

Jack couldn’t hold back a laugh, “Oh, so you’re telling me sweet little miss Magnolia Barnes wants to walk around with a gun strapped to her thigh and a cut in her dress up to her waist?” He bit his lip to bite back a bigger smile and squeezed her side, “I mean- it’s an easy costume, right?” Mr. and Mrs. Smith. He could do that- it was classy enough for a ball, but fun enough for a couple’s costume. Jack thought about the little paper ring in his bedside dresser- he’d been playing around with origami for a while and he’d made it on a whim- hoping to give it to Magnolia as a fun, whimsical gift when she needed a pick-me-up. It took a moment- a moment of Lia fumbling around with her words and Jack staring at her lips moving for him to comprehend the thoughts racing through his head. Lia. Ring. Mr. & Mrs. Smith. Couple. Costume. Ring. Lia. Ring. Mr. & Mrs. Jack sucked in a breath of air- the thought… the idea was crazy. It was… Jack knew it was possibly maybe even the dumbest thing he’d ever do or even suggest- but they’d waited so long. It was gonna happen someday, anyways, wasn’t it? “Hey… Magnolia?” Jack waited until he’d caught her eye, “You remember when our parents sat us down and told us that one day we’d be required to marry?” He remembered that day- it’d been the best day of his life- getting to marry the girl he’d been in love with for years sounded like heaven. “I know I acted like I was upset- like I didn’t want it,” Jack sucked in a deep breath. Was this going to be the conversation they’d been avoiding for months? Now? In his bed, a mess of tangled curls and twisted bedsheets? “But since then, I haven’t really thought about anything but getting to marry you. I haven’t seriously dated anyone since then- not without that thought of getting to be at the end of an aisle you get to walk down to me.” He pulled himself away from Magnolia and dug around in his bedside drawer and when he rolled back over, he held the little paper ring up between the two of them, “I guess I’m just trying to…” he paused, sucked in a deep breath, and asked, “Why don’t we just go as Mr. & Mrs. Whetstone instead? Would you marry me and give me the honor of making you my forever partner? Even more so than you already are.”

“Maybe I’m not so sweet after all. It’s not fair if only Nic gets to have all the fun” She nudged him lightly, jumping with a laugh at his squeeze. “I mean, that’s proof enough that its definitely not something people would think I’d wear.” Lia nodded a few times--Mr. and Mrs. Smith, that was perfect. After all, she already had dresses like that...well, not exactly like that, but she could find one easily. Plus, getting to see Jack in a suit was not her idea of a bad night, that’s for sure. It was a masquerade ball too! So they’d fit right in--wow, there really couldn’t have been a better costume idea. Her mind wandered around the idea again, trying to figure out just where she was going to get a thigh holster in Chicago--and also how to put one on. Maybe she’d get Moira to help her...Blinking a few times, she heard Jack use her name and her eyes locked with his. Something was different in the way he looked at her and she chewed her lip lightly, suddenly slightly nervous. Slowly nodding as she sat up, she listened, suddenly she was immediately back in that chair, all the way in South Carolina, looking at her momma as if she was crazy--when in reality she believed this might have been the only good thing she’d ever done. Marrying Jack was the one part of her future she had never wanted to change--and finding him again reignited a slight bit of hope that maybe it wouldn’t have to. She knew it was a long time coming if that were the case, right? Right? There was...was no way--was there? Magnolia heard the words he was saying--the words that echoed exactly what she felt but it wasn’t until a small, crafted paper ring appeared between them that Lia felt herself gasp loudly. Her hand flew to her mouth as she looked at him, the ring, and him again. No, this had to be a dream--there was no way he was proposing to her--and yet… “Jack--” Her mind spun, trying to find words to complete her though, the moment rendering her speechless in the best way. “Yes!” She finally managed to say, in between laughs and sniffles. It didn’t matter to her that they hadn’t ever said they were a couple--or been on a date. Magnolia Barnes had always known what her answer would have been if he had asked her to marry him--that was a choice she had made on her own years ago and one that had not changed. “Of course--of course. I can think of no better way I’d ever want to spend the rest of my life, Jack Whetstone. No better way.” Without thinking, she pulled him into a kiss--perhaps with slightly more force than she had anticipated. “Oops,” She giggled slightly, “Sorry.”

Jack felt his heart throb in his chest- the moment of silence that lingered between the two of them as he got his words out and just before she answered felt like a million years and less than a second all in one moment. Her ‘yes!’ had him laughing, tears maybe brimming his eyes (not that he’d admit that) and he eagerly leaned into the kiss, not at all minding the way their teeth clashed together as he went. Jack pulled back after a few more kisses and hopped out of bed- he followed the movement with half a happy dance and half a pace across the room, “Okay- we gotta call Momma, I’ll call the private jet company- Vegas sounds good, right? Not that either of us would normally get married there, but that makes sense, right? We’ll find a photographer and get married tomorrow morning. Halloween. Fly back just in time for the gala and then… surprise everyone?” Jack bit his lip- while he may not have been a planner like his fiance, he still liked to have things in order. “We’ll get you a dress in Vegas. Maybe get Elvis to marry us, too?” Jack was certain that his Momma would never let him get away with only an elopement, so the idea of having fun with the first ceremony- one for just the two of them (plus his momma), was his ideal perfect day. Jack jumped back on the bed and pulled Magnolia into another kiss, “Come on’, future Mrs. Whetstone- we got a lot to do and you still gotta go see Moira.”

A wash of utter joy spread over Magnolia’s entire being as she watched him react to her acceptance and she couldn’t help but laugh along with him--with her fiance. She wasn’t sure she could smile much wider than she currently was--but it was impossible for her not to try at that thought. Fiance. Future Husband. How long has she thought about that far off idea--and now it was here. Like really really here. “Wait--today?” Lia looked over at him pacing, blinking a few times as she caught up with what he was saying. “You mean like...like actually get married today?” The idea was--well, he was right. It wasn’t like either of them to do this and yet...it also made complete sense. Lia had just said she wanted to do something unexpected--and getting married out of the blue was pretty much the epitome of that. Though, as big of a risk as it was, it also felt like...common sense. Of course they’d get married today--how long had they already waited, in a relationship or not? For once in her life, the blonde had no reservations about this idea. Another laugh erupted from her chest and she nodded quickly. “For someone who doesn’t like to plan ahead, you sure are impressive in the moment. But yes--that sounds absolutely perfect. And honestly very easy--who said planning a wedding was hard?” She teased, kissing him back with a grin and doing her best to not get caught up in the moment again--not an easy feat. “Mmm, I’m up, I’m up--you’re little plan to get me out of bed worked a little too well. But go call your Momma, Mr. Whetstone, before her superpower figures it out and you’re in hot water.” Lia giggled, tugging gently on his curl as she skipped to the bathroom--there sure was a lot to do, no time to waste.

#[[its that elm shade red road clay you grew up on; jack]]#SCREAMS IN SURPRISE!!!#[[homecoming queen?; headcannons]]

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moistmailman · 5 years

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House Wife AU part 5

*Halloween Night*

Pyrrha, wearing a cowboy costume: *handing out candy* Oh my goodness, what are you supposed to be, sweetie?

Little boy, happily: I’m an astwonaut!

Pyrrha, giggling: Well you have to be the cutest little astronaut ever. Here you go. *puts candy in bag.

Boy's parents: What do you say to the nice lady?

Little boy: Thank you, nice lady.

Pyrrha, smiling sweetly: You’re welcome, sweetie. Have a happy Halloween! *shuts door and yells towards her stairs* Hey kids! Are you guys almost ready for trick or treating?

Troy’s voice, from up stairs: Yeah hold on! Almost done!

Pyrrha: Please hurry! Uncle Roman and Mercury should be here any minute no—

*Door bell rings*

Pyrrha, grabbing bowl of candy: Ope, more trick or treaters. *opens door* Happy Halloween!

Roman, chuckling: Oooh, we get candy too?

Mercury: And here I thought this holiday was only for kids.

Pyrrha, chuckling: Oh, it’s you two. I’m sorry. I thought you guys were trick or treaters. Please, come in. The kids are getting ready.

Mercury, walking in: So, are the kiddos excited to go trick or treating?

Pyrrha, smiling: They sure are. They been waiting all year for this. They were too excited to go to sleep last night actually. They were too busy talking about how much candy they were going to get. It was adorable.

Roman, smiling: Yeah, I'm sure it was. So, where’s Cindie?

Pyrrha, frowning: Hmm? She should be around here somewhere. Where is she? Hey sweetheart, come here! Roman and Mercury are here!

Cinder’s voice, sighing in the other room: Hold on! Just....give a minute.

Mercury, raising an eyebrow: What’s wrong with her?

Pyrrha, smiling: Oh nothing. Our kids’ picked our costumes and she’s....she’s not the biggest fan of hers.

Roman: Oh really? How bad is it?

Pyrrha: It’s not even bad. She’s just being a little grump. Cinder, sweetheart, are you coming?

Cinder’s voice, approaching: Yeah, hold on! I’m on my way.

*Suddenly Cinder grudgingly walks through the door with a Bo Peep costume on, including the pink polkadotted dress, hat, and even cane*

Cinder, scowling:...........

Roman/Mercury:........*snorts laughter*

Cinder, glaring: You shut your god damn mouths!

Mercury, laughing: Nice costume. Where's your other toy friends?

Cinder, gritting her teeth: Shut up.

Roman, laughing: Are you trying out a new look or something? It really suits you.

Cinder: I swear to God I will fucking shove my foo—

Pyrrha: Hey, language. Just calm down and ignore them, okay? Besides, I think you look really cute in that costume anyway. *kisses her* You're my cute Bo Peep.

Cinder, sighing: Where are the kids?

Pyrrha, smiling: They should be coming down. *Yells towards the stairs* Hey kids! Come down, uncle Roman and Mercury are here!

*Loud footsteps are heard*

Achilles’s voice: COMING!

*Achilles and Troy excitedly run down stairs in sheep costumes*

Pyrrha, cooing: Aww, look how precious you two look. You’re my two little precious lambs. *kisses their heads*

Mercury: So, I see there’s a theme going on.

Pyrrha, smiling: Yeah, they just saw toy story last week and loved it. So they picked our costumes and we picked theirs. *Cooing* And I'm honestly so happy I picked these costumes, but they are absolutely adorable, I swear. Whose mommy's little lambs? *Kisses their heads a bunch againi

Achilles: Mooom! You're embarrassing us!

Pyrrha, punching Achilles cheek: Oh nonsense. There's nothing embarrassing about a mother's love. Now scoot together so I can't take some pictures.

*Pyrrha snaps a bunch of pictures of her kids, while slightly getting teary eyed and mumbling about her "precious lambs"*

Roman, crouching down: So are you kiddos ready for trick or treating?

Achilles, jumping: Heck yeah I am!

Troy, shaming with excitement: I can’t wait! We are going to get so much candy!

Mercury: You got that right! We marked all the rich people’s house that give the best candy out! So your bags are going to be packed!

Achilles: Yes! I can’t wait!

Troy: Lets Go!

Cinder: Hold on, guys. Let me have a word with your 'uncles' real quick. Comm’ere for a minute, you two.

Mercury, sighing: Oh great.

Roman, sighing: Just give us a minute kids. This won’t take long.

*Cinder escorts Mercury and Roman to the living room privately*

Cinder, deadly serious: I just want to tell you guys that if you lose our kids, or if ANYTHING happens to them, I’ll kill you both.

Roman, rolling his eyes: Yeah Yeah, I know.

Cinder: I’m serious. I will kill you both with no hesitation at all. No matter how far you run, and where you hide, I will find and slaughter you both like the dogs you are.

Mercury, groaning: We know already. You literally tell us this each time we baby sit them at all.

Cinder, growling: And I mean it each and everytime too. Don’t let them out of your sights, or so help me god I’ll—

Roman, rolling his eyes: Kill us, we got it. Can we go now?

Cinder: Yeah. Get out of here. And don’t make me regret letting you do this.

Roman, smiling: Right. See you around, farmer’s daughter.

Cinder: Dont you fucking call me th—

Roman, leaving with the kids: Let’s go guys. Say bye bye to your mommies.

Troy/Achilles, waving: Bye bye!

Pyrrha, smiling and waving: Goodbye, we love you! Have fun and be safe!

Roman, waving: We will. See you later.

Pyrrha, smiling: Well the kids are gone now. So you know what that means we can do finally~

Cinder, smiling: Oh most definitely.

Pyrrha: Time to watch a bunch of bad horror movies!

Cinder, chuckling: Yep! Ill make the popcorn! Let's go!

*hours later*

Roman, walking down the street: Man, I can’t believe that Cindie doesn’t fully trust us with the kiddos yet.

Mercury: I know right. I mean, we’re great babysitters.

Roman: We’re the best! And we’re doing this for free too! She should be greatful!

Mercury: She really should! But no, she thinks we're nothing but idiots.

Roman: Tell me about it. We're not that dumb. We are actually very two smart men!

Mercury: You can say that again! Plus the kids love us! Don’t you guys?

Achilles/Troy:.........

Mercury, concerned: Hey, are you kiddos alright? Wait, did you guys change bags or something? *crouches down* What’s goin—.......

Roman, worries: What? What’s wrong? *crouches down* Do they have candy on their mouths or som— *gasps* O-oh my god.

*Roman looks and sees two confused kids wearing identical sheep costumes, but being completely two different kids, both of them being cat faunuses*

Roman, panicking: Oh my fucking god!

Mercury, panicking: Please tell me I’m going insane! Please tell me that I don’t see two cat ears on them right now! Tell me anything but—

Roman, nearly crying: Jesus Christ, we somehow mixed up kids! We got the wrong ones!

Mercury, voice cracking: Anything BUT that!

Roman: Oh my god! This can't be happening?! We just accidentally committed two kidnappings! How is this even possible?! How did we manage to do this?! The chances of this happening is comically and astronomically low! Oh fuck!! This is so stupid, even for us! Oh my god! This doesn't happen to normal people! This is like some three stooges level of stupidity! Cinder's going to kill is!

Mercury: Stop jumping to conclusion man! We might not die! Look, maybe....just maybe, Cinder might not notice if we show up with these two instead. L-like, we could dye her hair red and boom, it's essentially Achilles and Troy! That's possible, right?

Roman: NO, YOU DAMN IDIOT! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! DID YOU SUDDENLY GROW SHIT FOR BRAINS OR SOMETHING?! FOR GOD SAKE, ONE OF THEM IS A GIRL! A GIRL WITH CAT EARS! HOW THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO CONVINCE THEIR PARENTS THAT THEYRE ACHILLES AND TROY?! AND WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO WITH THESE TWO KIDS RIGHT HERE?!

Mercury: I DONT KNOW BUT STOP YELLING AT ME, IM GRASPING FOR STRAWS! I'M DESPERATE!

Roman: OH MY GOD! SHE’S GOING GO KILL US!!! SHE’S ACTUALLY GOING GO KILL US! WE’RE DEAD! WE’RE SO DEAD! OH CHRIST, WE NEED TO MOVE AWAY, FAR AWAY TO A PLACE WHERE SHE CANT FIND US! CHANGE IDENTITIES AND LOOKS! ROMAN AND MERCURY NO LONGER EXIST ANYMORE! WE’RE NOW GRAY AND YURI! GROW A MUSTACHE WHILE I GROW A GOATEE OR SOMETHING, I DONT FUCKING KNOW–

Mercury: GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF, MAN! WE GOTTA CALM DOWN! WE CANT JUST GIVE UP HOPE RIGHT AWAY! HOPE IS ALL WE GOT! LOOK, WE JUST GOTTA FIND THESE KIDS’ PARENT AND THEN WE’RE FIND OUR KIDS! OKAY?! ALL IS NOT LOST!

Roman: YOURE RIGHT! ALL WE GOTTA DO IS FIND THEM AND WE ARENT DEAD! YOU'RE BRILLIANT!

Mercury: Okay, uhm....Heya kiddos, uhm.....do you think you guys can show us to your house? You have any idea where you live?

One of the kids: *nods quietly*

Mercury: Yes yes yes yes! We aren’t going to die! We are going to survive! Okay, let’s go!

*meanwhile*

Pyrrha, eating popcorn: I honestly don’t understand why everyone in these horror movies are so dumb. Like, does common sense don't exist in these worlds?

Cinder, chuckling: How else are they supposed to die in these easily avoidable ways for our amusement?

Pyrrha, giggling: Yeah, I guess you’re right. But couldn't they just make the killer smarter?

Cinder: Yeah, but then they would have to put effort into the writing.

Pyrrha: *snorts*

*Phone rings in the kitchen*

Cinder, standing: I'll get it.

Pyrrha: Can you make some more popcorn while you’re at it?

Cinder, smiling: Yeah, hold on.

*Cinder walks into the kitchen and answer their phone*

Cinder: Hello?........Yang? Yang who? Oh wait, you’re one of Pyrrha’s friends, right?....oh, okay. How can I help you?........wait, slow down. You're talking to fast.......what do you mean your wife’s going to kill you if she finds out. What’s going on?......uh no, why would we have your kids?......a mix up? What mix up?.......why do you have Troy and Achil— OH MY GOD, I’M GOING TO KILL THEM!!!

#rwby #pyrrha nikos #cinder fall #roman torchwick #mercury black #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #pompeii rwby #bumbleby #rwby house wife au #imagine your ship #imagine your otp

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slut-4-beetlejuice · 4 years

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CHRISTMAS!!! but make it Beetlejuice

So, after dying and being resurrected by the sheer force of my rage, I made some Christmas head cannons for beetlejuice!! Cause ima sucker for the holidays. Heads up, the reader is red for this one.

-Bj has never celebrated Christmas. You're not totally shocked by this though, because well, hes a dead guy. And his mom sucked. And they dont really have christmas in the Netherworld

-He is SUPER FUCKING STOKED about the concept though.

-"so, it's like that Thanksgiving thing but now with presents and candy!! Why have all of you kept this from me?!"

- "I'm sorry beej, it just didnt seem like your thing"

-"not my thing?!?! How is this not my thing babes?!"

-"well, technically, you're supposed to be good to get the gifts"

-"oh. So, its emotional blackmail then"

-hes still super happy and excited for it. He loves singing Christmas carols, though, with the wrong lyrics

- good fucking luck convincing him the lyrics arent "Deck the halls and fight aunt Shirley!"

-he also loves to help decorating! Hes a little confused but hes got the right spirit

-"skeletons arent very christmassy BJ"

-"but I put a Santa hat on him. And Christmas lights!"

-"but...ya know, fair enough"

-not a fan of elf on a shelf.

-at all.

-shits not right.

-you tried it for a few days, but stopped when you caught him waterboarding the elf "for answers"

-your tree is decorated all black, green, and purple, just so ya know

-he gets more and more hype as the day comes. On christmas eve he actually changes his stripes. He makes them red and green just for the occasion

-youre a little shocked, but he rocks it like a champ.

- "imma christ-mass icon babes!"

-"its Christmas Beej"

-"sane difference, were still celebrating the birth of a dead guy"

-you couldn't even argue with him cause it was right

-on the eve of the Christmas he couldn't even sleep. He was so excited. Not so much for the gift you god him, but for the gift he got you.

-wait, he got you a gift? How did he get you a gift?

-dont worry about it, just know you're gonna love it

-he wakes you up at 6 and carrys you to the living room, still in your PJs

-he insists you save his for last

-you got him a chocolate box where tbe looks like bugs, a bottle of black nail polish, and the movie Nightmare before Christmas

-he loves it so much he almost crys. No one has ever really thought of him that much before.

-he couldn't believe you remembered him complaining about being out of nail polish. Or that you really bothered at all. It's so weird to him how caring you are, and just makes him love you even more.

-ok your turn.

-it was only one gift, it was all he could really afford but it was gorgeous.

- it was a necklace. It had a rainbow metal beetle, with a gorgeous black diamond in it, hanging off a simple silver chain.

-"i hope you like it babes"

-"like it? Lawrence I fucking love it!"

-his hair is a bright ass pink as he put it on you

-"you look gorgeous"

-after all the festivities, even Beej was feeling a little worn out.

-you curled up with him and a blanket on the couch, watching nightmares before Christmas

-Beetlejuices hair was so green, with streaks of hot pink

-he seemed so content. You couldn't help put smile at your bug man

-"merry Christmas Beej"

-"merry Christmas Babes"

(I fucking LOVE CHRISTMAS!!! I love Halloween too, but I FUCKING LOVE CHRISTMAS and I had to be a self indulgent fuck and write Christmas beetlejuice. And you got me all kinds a FUCKED UP if you think this is going to be my last Beetlejuice christmas themed....thing. lmao, as always constructive criticism is always welcomed! And I'd love to know what you guys think!!)

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice musical #betlegeuse #beetlejuice hc #beetlejuice headcanon #Christmas #christmas headcanon #headcannons #beetlejuice Christmas

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10/31/2020 - JACK & MAGNOLIA WHETSTONE

There’s a moment when you say to yourself, “Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you forever.” Except... my moment happened when when I was too young to even remember and then happened again six months ago in a random hallway, in a random hotel in Chicago. I’ve spent my life chasing the feeling of finding someone special and didn’t want to wait to make her mine forever. Happy wedding day, my love.

If you’d like to listen to Jack & Lia’s wedding song, click here.

If you’d like to read Jack’s vows to Lia, click here.

Beneath the cut is the story on how Jack and Lia got engaged, in their own perspectives.

A wash of utter joy spread over Magnolia’s entire being as she watched him react to her acceptance and she couldn’t help but laugh along with him--with her fiance. She wasn’t sure she could smile much wider than she currently was--but it was impossible for her not to try at that thought. Fiance. Future Husband. How long has she thought about that far off idea--and now it was here. Like really really here. “Wait--today?” Lia looked over at him pacing, blinking a few times as she caught up with what he was saying. “You mean like...like actually get married today?” The idea was--well, he was right. It wasn’t like either of them to do this and yet...it also made complete sense. Lia had just said she wanted to do something unexpected--and getting married out of the blue was pretty much the epitome of that. Though, as big of a risk as it was, it also felt like...common sense. Of course they’d get married today--how long had they already waited, in a relationship or not? For once in her life, the blonde had no reservations about this idea. Another laugh erupted from her chest and she nodded quickly. “For someone who doesn’t like to plan ahead, you sure are impressive in the moment. But yes--that sounds absolutely perfect. And honestly very easy--who said planning a wedding was hard?” She teased, kissing him back with a grin and doing her best to not get caught up in the moment again--not an easy feat. “Mmm, I’m up, I’m up--your little plan to get me out of bed worked a little too well. But go call your Momma, Mr. Whetstone, before her superpower figures it out and you’re in hot water.” Lia giggled, tugging gently on his curl as she skipped to the bathroom--there sure was a lot to do, no time to waste.

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colloquialcolors · 3 years

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anyway so im watching the gay holiday movie and

- my type is, very clearly, tired and moderately stressed women who are trying their best.

- that said: i really like kristen stewarts characters usually, but also both of them seem like they will be stressed and suppressing feelings, so i have no idea who my gaybrain will cling on to this time.

- before starting, i was like: do i dislike romcom christmas movies because of the movies, or because of the heretonormativity? about ten minutes in, i’m leaning towards the movie tropes. god. why do none of u fuckers communicate.

- but also, this whole “i am so deeply and constantly stressed about not being out and then i have to go home and Not Be Out” vibe is really just smacking me across the face too. dammit.

- but also. *tsks over relationship dynamics*

- but also i feel like i’m having an ongoing allergy attack watching this because WOW thos family dynamics and the SENSATION OF STILTEDNESS. I’m just gonna

- *LIES DOWN AND SCREAMS OVER THE ANSWER TO “do you have a boyfriend” *fast no* *but like ive had them of course. BUT NOT TOO MANY.* fuCK.

- her mom scares the shit out of me. i am deeply worried about her sister but not in a “she’s a threat” way but in a “oh god i hope she has access to therapy” way.

-oh i see why everyone was gay for aubrey plaza.

- oh her older sister is like that.well i suppose. yeah. makes sense with their mom.

- i shouldnt have said anything about a sister being a threat now im just. all red flags. oh god oh god oh god

- watching this at home silently in my room at the dead of night after agonizing how best to hide the way it would alter my hulu recs is a CHOICE because now im just having a silent secondary panic attack over harper trying so hard to be straight to be Good and abby just fuckin. silently losing it.

- oh no riley is classic gay flirting. *appears* *hovers* *tries very ahrd to be friendly* *drops random compliment* *LEAVES FAST* jesus goddammit

- i remember now why i dont watch these kinds of movies. i dont do well with secondhand social anxiety.

- oh somehow this thing about trying to awkwardly hem around being Gey with someone who should be friendly is getting me more than it should

- also between the general anxiety of secondhand “you have to watch everything you do and everything the people around you do” and also my brain going “why arent they wearing MASKS” this is a wild experience

-hrggggggg every romcom is built on misunderstandings piling up and i understand that but hrgggg pain

- here i was minding my own business and they have the NERVE to let kristen stewart stand around in a suit with her shirt unbuttoned and tie undone excuse me.

-”I thought she loved me and I made her happy, and I see her here and she’s so terrified of what everyone thinks, its just making me wonder who the real Harper is.” “Well, maybe they both are.” HA WHOOPS DONT LIKE HOW CLOSE TO HOME THATS HITTING.

- OH THAT WHOLE CONFESSION SPEECH REALLY JUST YANKED MY INSIDES OUT THANK YOU OW OW OW OW OW

- oh im not a fan of forced coming out scenes.

- oh there we go, the reason im watching this alone at night: im crying. this whole fucking scene ex fucking scuse me “its really terrifying” KASHFJA fuck

-OH IT WASNT A FORCED COMING OUT SCENE SIKe?

- oh here we go: the good alls well that ends well of a romcom. okay but also.... fuck. im here for it. god. being gay and accepted and, oh god. alright. okay. im done crying.

- i might have more thoughts later but this is fine for now.

- okay no i DO have thoughts: i think its a romcom which means i automatically will side eye carious relationship choices. i dont think the movie portrayed the actual abby/harper rel well enough, so im mostly like; i will trust u that they make each other happy. i dont hold it against harper because i Get It. Being closeted is fucking terrifying and draining and creates a separate you, almost. It portrayed that well. too well? hmmmm. riley deserves Good Things. In romcom fashion, fingers crossed she got em. AND of course, abby deserves the world. protect her.

#sysrandom #update on swinging #the update is: my type is still stressed women who are trying their fucking best.#this lb is basically just for me so i might delete it tomorrow #but what an experience

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waroftwowolves · 4 years

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OC 🍿Favorite Movie? ⭐️Favorite Celebrity? 🎮 Favorite Video Game? IC 🎃 Favorite Holiday? 🍩 Favorite Dessert? 🍎 Favorite Fruit? 🥗 Favorite Vegetable? (if any?)

Ooc:

Favorite movie:

Pacific Rim. The first one, not the piece of shit second one that didnt make any sense.

Favorite Celebrity:

Dan Aykroyd. Incidentally Blues Brothers is another movie favorite.

Video Game:

Okami. I loved every part of it.

IC:

Favorite Holiday- "Dont have one. Most dont make sense and others are excuses to get free shit. That being said, I do enjoy most of the feasts." Lochlan shrugged. "Always have good food and better drink."

Favorite Dessert: "At this point its no secret I enjoy those lemon curd pastries."

Favorite Fruit: "Oranges, raspberries and strawberries. If you cant tell, I like sweet yet tart things."

Favorite vegetable: "huh, never been asked this before..." Lochlan looked thoughtful a moment, scratching the stubble under his chin. "Leeks. They're a vegetable arent they? Leek soup is good on a cold day. Suppose potatoes could be added as a favorite as well."

@dasacht (ty for the ask!)

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the-canary · 5 years

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Take the Lead - B.B (2/5)

Summary: You never understood the meaning of Christmas, but maybe this December project was going to change all that .(Reader/Bucky Barnes + Avengers!Friendship)

Prompt: Comfort

A/N: this is for @buckysbeardliness ‘s winter challenge.

Part 1 | Masterlist

Feedback is always welcomed.

Bucky expects to be alone for the rest of the holidays, Steve and the rest of the team are on a variety of missions and his own ended early with Clint heading home to spend time his family. It is lonesome, Christmas-as vaguely as he can remember— was one of his favorite holidays to spend to his ma and younger sisters and by extension Steve. It was always tight in terms of presents when he was young, but the warmth of the holiday season was always present.

He hadn’t felt that in a long time now, but maybe stuffing himself on takeout and watching those Hallmark movies that Sam had suggested would be enough.

He certainly wasn’t expecting Pepper Potts’ cute assistant to be standing in front of the recreation room with a large silver monstrosity and boxes all around her in an utter lose of what to do next.

“What the hell is that?!” is the only thing he can manage to stay, as the poor young woman jumps a good two feet of the ground.

“Dear lord,” you wheeze out as you turn to see a very casually dressed Bucky Barnes, grey sweats and a blue long sleeve, carrying his morning coffee and breakfast in one of those old carry-on TV tables, “Sergeant Barnes, what are you doing here?”

You have to question because you were sure that all the Avengers were out, specifically Bucky Barnes was on a lookout mission with Hawkeye in Eastern Europe. It gave you ample time to finish everything and head home — you wouldn’t have to see or interact with anyone and certainly not with the blue-eyed man in front of you.

“Mission ended early,” he states as a fact, “It’s all down time now. What are you doing here, doll?”

You freeze for just a moment -Sgt. Barnes always made you feel small when talking to him- before stating with an awkward smile: “Christmas decorations for the Tower.”

“Is that the Christmas tree?” Bucky can’t help but ask.

“Per Mr. Stark’s orders,” you reply automatically as he just frowns at the artificial, silver Christmas tree that is staring back at him semi-decorated with gold, red, and white tinsel. It blinds the former Winter Soldier and he can’t help the indignation rising in him.

“Yeah, we can’t have that,” Bucky suddenly says, even surprising himself, as you look at him in confusion and a silent excuse me. Bucky knows he can’t go back in what he had just said, you were the type of fight back when someone questioned you — he had seen it from time to time when you were talking to someone over the phone.

But, it wasn’t like he enjoyed it or anything.

“You got Stark’s credit card, right?” he finally answers as you nod slowly, still unsure of what they hell is going on, “Well, we’re getting a real tree!”

You blink at the man’s sudden enthusiasm as he heads back into the hallway. You aren’t sure what is going to happen next, but it seems that things just got more complicated. You shake your head and prepare to move forward with wherever Sgt. Barnes might take you.

This one isn’t tall enough.

The pines are too saggy.

It’s leaning too much on its left side.

It takes you half the day, going into Brooklyn, and fighting with what seems like ten Christmas tree sellers in order to find a “perfect tree” in Bucky’s eyes. It takes you another three stores to find the type of decorations that he is looking for and by the time you return to the Tower --thanks you a little extra money-- the large tree is settled across the silver plastic one that Bucky had gotten used to seeing over the years. You two place the many bags you end up carrying back full of tinsel, small figurines, and various other decorations down on the living room.

“Now, onto decorating,” Bucky smiles to himself at the sight, however it quickly drops when your voice echoes in from the background.

“How exactly do we do that?”

Blue eyes met yours, as you stare at him and then at the tree in pure curiosity. It doesn’t take Bucky long to realize that for whatever reason, this might be your first time decorating a Christmas tree, and as much as he wants to ask, Bucky would rather not dampen the mood. The rush of old ideas, finding the perfect tree, and spending time with a certain someone push him forward as the two of you set about to decorating the tree --- the loneliness from earlier in the day completely fading away.

It takes you well into the late evening to have most of the tree set up. The lights and tinsel sparkle in their own way, as there are various miniature Avengers decorations hanging from the pine branches. However, halfway through, Bucky has a washed out memory -- of laughter and a young girl while stealing ( “Ma, Jamie ate another piece!”) popcorn every so often from the decorations they are supposed to be making.

And while you are confused, you are more than willing to help Bucky makes these lines of popcorn and cranberries. It is silent after he gives you the set of instructions you are to follow, only your occasional hum breaks it as Bucky wishes for a moment he had those old tunes playing in the background.

Maybe even with a fireplace in front of you. Blue eyes look up to see you diligently place one piece after another, though you fumble here and there with your tongue sticking out of the corner of your mouth and for a brief second Bucky wonders what it would be like to--

“What else do you have to do exactly?” Bucky asks, as he places popcorn after the sugar piece into the wire making the handmade decorations with great ease, trying to forget his sudden thought, “What is Stark making you do exactly anyways?”

“Buy presents for the rest of the team,” you explain as you fiddle and struggle with your own popcorn piece, “Though I am not to sure with the info that I was given if they aren’t supposed to be gag gifts.”

“Well, I’m here to to help,” Bucky grins a bit a ease than before, though he doesn’t exactly remember where he got this little design from -- it’s an old memory trapped in laughter that he can’t quite hear anymore, “If you need me.”

“Thank you, Sgt. Barnes,” you give him a soft smile before going back to twisting the fishing line.

Bucky pauses for a moment and goes back to putting all his attention to said decoration, though so much happier that he isn’t alone for now and that maybe, he’ll get to make some new memories around the season while learning a bit more about you as well.

Part 3

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geminimoonbeamx · 6 years

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Over the River and Through the Woods

A/N: A biker! Bucky AU Christmas time story was what the world needed lol. I’m just contributing to world peace. I made this one a little personal, with the readers mom having died years before. It’s hard out here for us kids with dead parents during the holidays and I wanted to address that.

Word Count: 7k+

Warnings: Pretty SFW but definite hot moments, lots of kissing and cuddling, cursing like a sailor(because it’s who I am as a human) and TOOTH ROTTINGLY SWEET CHRISTMAS FLUFF

Summary: In which Bucky and Y/N attempt to survive not one, but three family Christmas parties on Christmas Eve. Hilarity ensues. A biker!Bucky x Plus size reader AU.

There seems to be this romanticized version of what Christmas is supposed to be like. You know, the Hallmark movie kind? Blanketed with white snow and soundtracked by caroler’s? Yeah? Well you lived in New York. The snow here was only white for a second at most before it turned to grimy slush on the streets and the soundtrack were the usual noises of the inner city; car horn and sirens.

Of course, the city did have it’s magic. Christmas in New York was something that was famed, dreamed about. People came from far and wide to see the lights, to skate the rink at Rockefeller. Bucky had taken you to the tree lighting this year, and although you’d been packed like a sardine along with crowds of other people; it’d been one of the most romantic things you’d ever done with him. Your cheeks had ached for hours afterwards because of all the smiling.

Spending your first Christmas together had been a success so far. Decorating your respective trees with one and other(because you still hadn’t taken that big step and moved in together yet), to decorating the club house with him; you’d had such a good time with Natasha and ,her and Sam’s seven year old daughter Mila. Winding twinkling lights around the bar. Hanging garlands and candy canes and mistletoe. Mila had squealed in protest when Sam had dipped Natasha dramatically under one of them, kissing her showily.

There’d been multiple Christmas movie marathon’s, mostly because the two of you couldn’t manage to get through more then a couple at a time. One of you always ended up falling asleep…or got too handsy under the blankets. Elf(Bucky’s favorite), The Santa Clause, How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Love, Actually(your favorite), The Polar Express, Jack Frost(which makes you cry every time, and you swear, Bucky got teary eyed too!) And Nightmare Before Christmas(because you both agree on the big, important, things. Like that face that it’s both a Halloween and a Christmas movie).

You’d baked together. You knew the man was a good chef, but goddamn; his sugar cookies could bring you to your knees. The image of him, in nothing but a tight singlet, a pair of boxers and an apron; his hair twisted into a bun and flour on his bearded cheek was one you’d always hold near and dear to your heart.

You’d even managed to survive Holliday shopping, braving the chaos with a couple of your girlfriends and tackling your insanely long gift list, happy for all that overtime you’d managed to pull because it made you wince even thinking back on how much money you had spent. It’d taken the better part of two hours to wrap them all- mostly because you were a totally OCD about making sure they were all perfectly wrapped, adorned with bows and ribbons.

But the two of you hadn’t even endured the most challenging task of all…

“It’s going to be fucking insane” You cry, your both in your bed. You leaning against the headboard rigidly and Bucky lounging on his side.

“I know, babe”

“There’s no way…”

“We’ll find a way to make it work”

You’d shot him a dubious look. Why did he have to be so…Bucky-like all the time?! Level headed and reassuring. You’d groaned and buried your face in your hands.

“Yeah? Please explain to me how?” You’d muttered into your hands, over dramatically. You were acting like the world was ending. Like you were going to be forced into a war zone.

“We’ve just gotta’ plan it out right” Bucky’d reached over to run his thumb reassuringly over your bare thigh. He knew how you got, knew you were very easily overwhelmed “We’ll go to your families’ first, then mine, then we’ll head to the clubhouse. It wont be that bad, I promise”

Three.

Three different celebrations to go to on Christmas Eve. Why no one celebrated Christmas day, you don’t know. You cursed about it harshly.

“The traffic’s going to be aweful”

“I know” Bucky’s hand is inching dangerously close to your inner thigh. Steadily creeping up.

“How are we even going to eat three different dinners?”

“Will power and perseverance” He shrugs, grinning up at you and you cant help but giggle and card your fingers adoringly through his shaggy hair.

“You’re really feeling the Christmas spirit, huh, babe?” You say sarcastically at his positive outlook “Arent you even freaking out a little bit? Were going to have to drive from Brooklyn to Staten Island and back. On Christmas Eve” You eye him seriously, looking for any falter. For any kink in his shining armor.

“You know I fuckin’ love Christmas, so yeah I’m feelin’ it” Bucky starts “The traffic’s gonna be hell, no doubt. I swear everyone forgets how to drive when there’s a little snow on the ground, but I’m wiling to brave it to spend time with our families” That look he gives you, that beautiful one that made you turn to jelly, calms your nerves. Even if it is just for the moment. Your families. Both of yours. You were going to spend the day surrounded by people you loved and that’s all that really mattered. “Plus, I’ve been dyin’ for your aunt’s mashed potatoes since Thanksgiving”

You giggle and slip down, into his arms. Cuddling into his chest.

“Fine, but you’re being the DD” You tease and the protesting scoff he makes in his throat is hilarious.

“That’s not fair!”

-Christmas Eve-

You’re just finishing up getting ready for the night. It’s almost five, the dusk rolling in. Bucky’s been done getting ready for over an hour and sits on your sofa. He knows better then to rush you; bless that man. You were already stressed out about the night and he didn’t want to get chewed out for asking you if you were done with your makeup.

Which you were. Your face was done up, as usual. Your girly ways in full force. Your lashes long(and false, if that’s up your ally), your brows done. Your highlight gleaming and your contour blended. Your hair fell into loose curls that you had a burn on your forefinger to show for. Picking what to wear had been a little tricky, mostly because you were so indecisive and had changed twice much to Bucky’s dismay because “I really liked that red one, doll! Your tit’s looked amazing”

You’d finally landed on an bardot style gray dress that came down to mid-thigh and a pair of black semi-opaque tights underneath it. You wore your most comfortable pair of spanx, not caring about the outline of your belly because you’d rather be comfortable then smooth for the night. You adorn yourself in gold jewelry; dainty midi rings and a pair of hoops.

“Well damn” You hear Bucky approach as your putting on the earrings and you smile wolfishly at his reflection through the mirror.

“You like?”

“Mhmm, very much” His blue eyes drink in your curves “You should see the way your hips looks from here”

You snort and roll your eyes before going to your shoe rack and snatching up a pair of ebony heeled over the knee boots.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, mister” You grin at him from your place on your bed as you tug on the boots. Bucky looks insanely handsome. Not that that wasn’t usual. Fuck, he was always the prettiest person in the room, but the navy sweater that he wears is snug on his broad chest, paired with dark wash jeans and a pair of dapper looking, hide colored Chelsea style boots was really something. He’s trimmed up his beard and slicked his hair back.

“Well I’ve gotta’ keep up with you, don’t I? I cant have you looking all gorgeous and me looking like a scrub. It’s unsightly”

You scoff out a laugh as you stand, wiggling to adjust everything “Like you’ve ever looked like a scrub a day in your life, Bucky”

You then go up to him, smiling, reaching to press your lips peckingly to his, your hands roaming teasingly light over his chest.

“Merry Christmas Eve, baby” You whisper into his mouth.

“Mmm, Merry Christmas Eve, doll” He replies between little kisses, his arm winding around your thick middle “You smell so good tonight”

“Thank you, I think that might be the cookies, but thank you” He chuckles into your mouth and you swallow it greedily, loving the tickle of his beard. The peek of his tongue, poking out to swipe at your bottom lip enticingly-

“We have to head out soon” You press one last kiss to his lips before pulling away, knowing if you let it, it would go to far and you’d just put on lipstick!

“Why'do you gotta’ be the worst tease all the time?” Bucky sighs through his nose, good naturedly and you shrug innocently, telling him that he loved it and not to pout, because frown lines.

You shrieked when he’d grabbed you and pressed your body into the wall, pinning you with his own.

So you guys could be a little late…

After packing up Bucky’s car with the fuck load of presents and food that you guys were bringing to the parties, you start your journey.

Over the river and through the snow…

More like over the Verrazano Bridge and through the hundreds of other cars on the road.

The drive isn’t so bad, all the radio stations seem to be playing Christmas music and you crank it up and belt your lungs out.

“I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need” You attempt(and fail) to resemble Mariah’s sultry voice and Bucky think’s your sexy even when you’re terribly off key as you crook your finger over his cheek, his jaw, and under his chin.

“I just want you for my own, more then you could ever know. Make my wish come true(you both cant help but laugh out loud at the way your voice breaks) All I want for Christmas is you”

The rest of the ride goes a lot like that. You annoying your boyfriend, as usual, and him being totally amused by your antics. Also as usual.

Your childhood home, in Staten Island, is first on the roster.

When he parks down the street because of all of the other parked vehicles you take a deep breath and look to him for reassurance.

“Let’s rock this shit?” You announce and he grins at you like maybe your the sun.

“Definitely, doll”

It’s chaos. Twinkling, red and green colored chaos in your grandmothers house. Your Aunt’s and Uncles, and great Aunts and Uncles and littering cousins and siblings are all in the small space. Your family was big, like crazy big, and they all seemed to be condensed into the house. There’s at least twenty(thirty) people already there and at least half of them are children. Screaming, wild kids. You squeeze Bucky’s hand, because yeah he’d met them before, had survived Thanksgiving, but still…

“They’re here. Y/N and Bucky are here!” Your Aunt Gina, one of many, announces loudly. Her Staten Island native accent thick “Come in, come in! You’re letting all the heat out”

Your family is handsy. That’s just the blunt truth. Touchy and over the top.

She pulls you both in and you balance the platter of cookies inbetween you as she hugs you both tight. Bone cracking tight

“Look at you! Don’t you look pretty, Sal! Sal, doesn’t she look so pretty?!” Her voice is loud in your ear, her hand never heaving your shoulder. That’s how most all of the introductions go as you make your way through the room, snug hugs. Cheek kisses. Bucky even survives your Aunt Ang and her full on mouth kisses. Your only the hot commodity for a moment, another one of your family members showing up soon after. Thank god. You put the presents under the tree with the mountains of others and take off your coats, hanging them in the over flowing coat closet.

The atmosphere is bustling and lively and you can tell the drinks have been flowing.

Everyone was talking over each other. Energy sparking the way it always does at Holliday gatherings. Just barley subdued, the possibilities of arguments high.

You and Bucky make your rounds, making sure to mingle and speak with most everyone just a little before settling down in the kitchen with your sister and a few of your favorite cousins…

All of their eye’s red rimmed.

“You guys are so stoned” Bucky chuckles after a moment of talking to them. It’s met with giggles and jumbled answers and ‘were going to head out back soon if you wanna’ come, man"

“Nah, I’m drivin, or else most definitely I would”

“You down, Y/N?” Your cousin asks next and you shake your head vehemently.

“Hell no, the last time I smoked with you I couldn’t stand for an hour! I was stuck on that couch! Aunt Vicki almost called an ambulance, do you remember that?” The memory brings on rounds of laughter, spurs on even more embarrassing stories. Childhood ones- the teenaged ones were the worse and you blush and as Bucky digs for more, in stiches at stories of your life.

He’s good at this, talking. Being charming and helpful and warm.

Everyone loves him, as they always had and he helps your grandmother serve food. Holds his own with your uncles, doesn’t flinch as your younger cousins hang on him like monkeys, or ask about his prosthetic arm.

“He is so handsome its almost hard to look at him for too long” You’re standing with a group of women, all of them your blood.

You beam proudly “Isn’t he though?”

“How the hell’d you catch a man like that, Y/N?” one of your cattier cousins asks and it stings, yeah, but you shrug it off. Having a big family meant you’d grown up with thick skin. Learned to not take anything to personally early.

“Some men like a woman with a little meat on her bones!” Another of your cousins snaps at her. Another slight wince. It had nothing to do with body types.

“I aint tryin’ to start anything!” Catty cousin defends, lying “I’m just sayin’ he looks like a Calvin Klein model! I mean even Beyoncé married a Jay-Z. Y/N, got lucky! That’s all”

“Hun, you better hold on to that one tight. Suck his dick when he wakes up. Suck his dick when you make him breakfast, suck his dick before he goes to work-” one of your various Aunts gives you her 'relationship motto’

Oh, how you love family gatherings.

“It had nothing to do with luck and everything to do with self respect” You smile, because that’s all you can do. You know that this could easily turn into a fight, and you refused to do that in your grandmothers home. “And auntie, I don’t know if my jaw could handle all that”

“If anything he’s the lucky one” Your sister interjects, her eyes hard at your cousin “Did you tell them about that promotion you got a work? Fucking crazy. She beat out a shit ton'a people for it!”

You swing an arm around her neck and kiss her cheek. You’d always been close, always been each others support.

And that’s how you end up doing shots.

A shot for your promotion.

A shot for your Uncle’s company getting the deal he’d been working on.

A shot for your Aunt remodeling her house?

And finally, one for your mother. May god rest her soul.

Luckily the spread is large enough for you to balance the liquor in your stomach with food. Your left pleasantly tipsy, but not drunk. It takes the edge off of things for the couple of hours that you and Buck spend with your family. He nurses the same beer the whole time, turning down any hard alcohol which you commend him on because you came from a long line of peer pressures. You both make sure not to eat too much, knowing that you had two more meals to go through.

Your family, luckily, decides to open presents early this year. A lot of them working early in the morning, needing to leave before it got too late. It’s a mess of multi colored wrapping paper as the presents are dibbied out and then torn into. You have a small pile infront of you and it makes you happy that your Aunt Gina, your sister and your grandmother had taken the time to get Bucky gifts too(they were your inner family, and had spent more time with him then anyone)

You end up with a pile of makeup, gift cards, home goods a pair of pajamas and socks. Lot’s of socks. That was your families thing. Everyone in the room had been fixed some.

Bucky holds up his own pair of fuzzy socks with a grin.

“You’re a real part of the family now, Bucky!” Your sister teases drunkly, but seriously and you agree with a nod and a kiss you his cheek.

“We’ve accepted you as our own”

You don’t stay long after that, and saying goodbyes is as long and taking as the introductions had been. You hug your grandmother tight, telling her how much you loved her and she pets your hair thanking you for your gift(a large, iron vined framed picture of all of the grandkids) and whispering in your ear that it was her favorite. Your Aunt Gia gives you a “Do ya’ really have to go? Oh, alright. Drive safe, baby. It’s nuts out there!” As you exit out into the bitter December air. The walk to the car sobers you back up real quick.

“We survived” you cheer melodramatically, digging your hands into the pockets of your trench coat for warmth.

“I told you we would be fine!” Bucky chuckles as you slide into his car, he instantly cranks up the heat.

“I don’t know, I almost lost my life back there a few times” you jest playfully as he pulls out into the street “They all love you like crazy, you know that? My cousins want to steal you from me”

“Well it doesn’t surprise me, I’m a lovable guy-” you roll your eyes at him “But I’ve already found the only L/N I want” he takes your hand, holding the wheel one handed and presses a kiss to your knuckles. It makes your chest ache.

“I love you” You tell him, honestly. Wholey.

“'Love you too, dollface- did you really used to sneak guys in through your window?” He chuckles and you shake your head.

“I was sixteen, Buck, shut up”

“I just don’t get how you could even fit 'em through there! That basement Windows like a foot across”

“I was a crafty teenager, okay?”

“Crafty? Or bad?”

“Bad” You confess “Definatley so bad. I gave my mom a run for her money” the end is noted with sadness. Melancholy. Even though your mother had passed years ago, holidays never failed to bring the memory of her to the surface.

Bucky’s been noticing it all night, keeping his tongue in cheek. Not knowing exactly how to comfort you.

“You okay, baby?” He asks and you shake your head and nod, giving him a soft smile. “Of course!”

“Okay…you let me know if you’re not. Okay?” He kisses your hand again, eyes not leaving the road. And you kiss his back. “Okay”

The ride back into the city is a BITCH, and it’s filled with both you and Bucky’s curses. The traffic is ridiculous and it takes over an hour to get to Bucky’s parents house.

“Stupid fuckin’ cocksucker. Yeah, I’m talkin’ to you! Learn how to drive!”

Bucky is an it imitating specimen of a man, you don’t blame the guy in the other car for not yelling back.

The duplex that Bucky grew up in is prettily lit up in Christmas lights and he parks in the drive way and you two rush in with arm fills of gifts and food.

Bucky’s family gathering is much smaller then yours had been. More intimate, less chaotic for sure. His mother, Winni greets you at the door. Hugging you both tightly and leading you into the living room where everyone’s gathered. There’s Rebecca, the eldest of Bucky’s sisters and her two sons, his sister Bonnie is helping his dad, George tinker with the TV and Lizzie, the baby of the family, was on the couch with her girlfriend, laughing with Steve and Peggy about something you couldn’t hear.

Of course Steve was there. Why wouldn’t he be? The Barnes had adopted him into the family decades ago. There might not have been the paper work that came with adopting all of their other children, but still.

You chit chat with Winnie about how bad the drive had been and she teases that she was surprised her son hadn’t gotten out of the car and started a brawl, him and his awful case of road rage.

“No, Ma’, I do have a little self restraint. I’m not like Steve here who couldn’t keep his fists to himself to save his life” Bucky pokes fun at his best friend as they do their man-shake half hug thing.

“Merry Christmas, Punk”

You just walk around them to full hug a very pregnant Peggy. Allowing them to Brokeback Mountian with eachother as they always did.

“Help haul me off this thing, would you?” She begs, reaching up and you laugh and help her to her feet. She really was going to pop any day now.

She blows a whisp of dark hair from her eyes “I can’t wait til’ this child is out of me”

“I bet” you sympathize as you embrace Lizzie, who introduces you to her girlfriend “at least you’re a cute pregnant lady”

“Hah!” Peggy deadpans in response.

Steve hugs you tight, and you giggle at the scrape of his beard. Bucky tells Peggy she’s glowing, like the charmer he is. Squeezes from Rebecca and Bonnie come next and George claps both of you on the shoulder, before dragging Bucky off to the garage show him some new car parts he’d gotten in. Georgie, Becca’s oldest trails them and Steve perks up and looks at Peggy longingly.

“Go on” she sighs and he pecks her cheek in thanks before hopping up to follow.

“You can only stay in there until dinners ready!” Winnie hollers behind them “I’m dead serious, if you’re not back in here when this ham comes outta’ the oven I’m dragging you all back in this house by your ears. You hear me!”

Each of them men give her a “yes mam” and you spire to be Winifred Barnes when you grow up.

Being at Bucky’s parents is relaxing, it’s nice and calm and you talk with the women idly. Helping out with dinner here and there, catching up with Bucky’s sisters and Peggy. You end up with Rebecca’s youngest son, Conner, in your lap. As usual. You loved the 5 year old and luckily, that love was reciprocated.

“You happy to see your girlfriend, Con?” Becca teases her son who just glares at her a little. With those signature stormy blue he shared with his mother and Uncle.

“She ain’t my girlfriend, Mommy, she’s Uncle Buck’s!” He corrects her sternly. “Duh”

It earns him laughs and coo’s.

“Uh huh, your right, But don’t duh me, ya hear” Rebecca warns, lightly, before she joins her mom in the kitchen.

“You excited to have one of your own?” Bonnie questions Peggy who rubs her purtruding stomach for a moment.

“Yeah” She nods “I think I’m more excited to be able to drink wine again, though. It’s killing me to watch you all. You have no idea how lucky you are”

“I’ve heard it’s okay for pregnant women to drink a glass of wine a day” Lizzie chimes.

“Uh huh, you try telling Steve that” Peggy rolls her dark eyes.

“He still in crazy over protective papa bear mode?” You wonder, knowingly. He’d been extremely dutiful during the duration of her pregnancy. Highlight extreme.

“Yep” Is all Peggy says, the two of you sharing a look. You spent a good chunk of your time with her, obviously, and she’s become a good friend. She’d vented to you many a time about lumberjack, dad to be Steve who forgot that she was a trained cop.

“Oh my gosh, you just fucking wait Y/N. When you and Bucky start to have kids he’s going to be a thousand times worse” Lizzie giggles “He literally walked me to and from school til’ junior year when I begged him to stop. I can only imagine him as a dad”

Your ears burn at that and you bite your lips together as you try to stay casual. Had you thought about baring Bucky Barnes’ children before? Yes. Many times. But to hear it out loud was something else.

“You and Uncle Buck are gonna’ have babies?” Connor asks you and you almost choke on your spit.

“Maybe one day, buddy, I don’t know” you answer him, honestly, and he mules it over, deep in thought.

“If he sperms you, right?”

Oh hell no.

He says it so confidently and bluntly that you don’t know how to react. His aunts laugh and Peggy bites her fist, her cherry red lips pulled into a grin.

“What? That’s what Toby said! Stop laughing at me!” And you just hug the child’s head to your chest because bless his soul, you knew he was going to get teased about this forever.

You venture out into the cold of the backyard to retrieve the men for dinner, braving the winter air that is specked with little flakes of white. They dizzily swirl from the sky and you take a moment to revel in it. Wrapped in your coat, your tilt your face upwards and breath the frigid air into your lungs. Your still just the tiniest bit tipsy and it feels good to be in the quiet, your cheeks that had been flushed since you’d left your grandmothers welcome the cool night.

That only lasts for a minute or so. You do, after all, have a dress and tights on so you hurry into the garage in order not to turn into an icicle.

Bucky’s under his father’s jacked up, classic Thunderbird, and little Georgie’s handing him tools. Steve and George senior are under the hood and none of them seem to realize you’d walked in. They’re all so animated, chattering excitedly about the car.

“Mhmhm” You cough to make your presence known and three pairs or eyes turn to you, Bucky’s head peeks out at you from under the car “I come as the messenger; Winnie said you all better get your butt’s inside before she has to come out here herself”

George sighs, pushing his glasses up his nose and grumbling that “They’d better get in, that woman doesn’t mess around” before shuffling out of the garage, stopping to squeeze your shoulder fondly before shouting “You better shut that hood real delicately, Steve! And Don’t leave anything loose down there, Buck!” then he’s gone. Little George right after him, tugging on his hand.

“You heard the man” You sass as you lean against the door frame, amused. Watching the two beefy men make sure to leave their father’s car as he’d asked.

Bucky, being Bucky, couldn’t go one day without tinkering with some kind of vehicle and his fingers are mucky, stained black from the underbelly of the Firebird and he had a smear of it on his forehead. You just grin and lick your thumb, ushering him closer so that you can wipe it away fondly. Your grease monkey of a boyfriend.

Dinner is delicious. Too delicious. You stuff your self to the brim with Ham and all the trimmings and sides. Bucky’s family really can cook, you suspect he’d gotten his chef like skills from his mother and father. Peggy eats her body weight in the decadent lasagna and Steve eats so many deviled eggs that he ends up having to pop the button on his jeans. Bucky’s head lulls onto your shoulder after he feasts his way through three heaping plates, barley able to move.

“I don’t know if I can eat anything else for a week” He grumbles into your ear and you pat his cheek.

“Positive thoughts and perseverance, baby” you chime back at him.

The second round of present opening of the night is a happy little affair. Bucky’s mom likes the candle set you’d gotten her(along with the spa appointments to go with them) and his dad is happy for the robe and new foot massager that he could plug into his favorite chair. His sisters are grateful for their gift cards and Bath&Body Works products. Georgie and Connor go to rip open the LEGO sets you and Bucky had gotten for themalmost instantly and Becca hollers for them to clean up their messes.

“Y/N, Bucky, oh my god” Peggy gasps as she unwraps her gift. It’s an set of Ornaments, customized and ornate with her ultrasound pictures encapsulated in each. Steve laughs as he pulls out the Harley Davidson crib mobile from his own box. You and Bucky had worked hard on their gifts and seeing them so happy made both of you beam excitedly.

Each of Bucky’s sister gets you a gift a gift card to Sephora, a LUSH bag full of goodies and from Lizzie your eyes widen as you look into the bag that was labeled “To: Buck & Y/N. Love you lots, Lizzie. Have Fun!”

It’s two boxes, one labeled 'Naughty Dice’ and the other a 'Love is Art: Body Painting Kit’

You try to keep the giddy, nervous giggles at bay and Bucky glares at her “Lizzie!”

“What? I’m just trying to help you keep the romance alive!” She protests innocently “They’re really fun, I promise. I’ve played them myself” She winks an Bucky grimaces and shakes his head, telling his Ma’ that she didn’t want to see what was in the bag when Winnie insisted he show her. Secretly, you were more then a little excited to play with them later.

You spend only an hour or so more with them, digesting and laughing a drinking. Both you and Buck have your fair share of scotch with his father. The Clubhouse wasn’t far from here, and since both Steve and Peggy were staying sober(“If she cant drink, neither can I”) they’d agreed that one of them would drive Bucky’s car for him.

You leave the Barnes household warm and happy. Full and carrying bags of presents and wrapped up left overs that Bucky’s mom insisted you take with you. You decide that you and Peggy would go in her car since she had driven and Steve would drive behind you with Bucky in his. Luckily, you’d happened to park the two cars beside each other so the pack up and arranging wasn’t hard.

You’re drunk. Not shitfaced, or wasted, but drunk. To where the cold doesn’t affect you and you hang on Bucky for longer then necessary, kissing him over and over, sucking on his bottom lip unabashedly. He’s a little drunk himself, so he just clutches you tighter and reciprocates by nipping the side of your mouth.

“Christ, you guys!” Steve laughs, interrupting the two of you “It’s a ten minute drive. He’s not going off to Nam! Let’s go!”

“You’re just jealous” Bucky shoots at him, his arms still wrapped around your waist. His breaths come out in vapor like puffs due to the cold.

“You taking a jab at my relationship, Barnes?” Peggy glares ruefully at him, before she slips into the drivers seat of his car.

“No mam, I don’t have the balls for that” You laugh and separate from him “Don’t let her crash my baby” Bucky teases.

“I am a far better driver then you could ever hope to be!” Peggy hollers at him.

You and Peggy spend the short drive belting out 'Jingle Bell Rock’, you much more animated then her in your inebriated state. She humors you all the same though.

“I love you so much, Peg, you know that?” You tell her earnestly as you pull up to the Clubhouse, the bright lettered sign of “The Tower: Home of the Howling Commando’s” proud and bright on the window outside. Usually, the biker bar full to the brim, the parking lot over flowing, but tonight was a members only night and only familiar cars and bikes were parked out front.

“I love you too, Y/N” Peggy shakes her head with a chuckle as she finds a space, and then unbuckles.

“No seriously, I don’t know how I ever would have adjusted to this whole "Old Lady” thing without you" You continue “Your like my british biker fairy god mother”

And Peggy informs you that she was going to have that etched into her tombstone with a bark out laughter.

The bar is cozy and filled with family. Not blood family, but maybe something even more important then that. The family that Bucky had chosen for himself, the family that had accepted you with open arms. You’d think a biker bar full of big men in leathers would be more ominous, right?

Wrong.

Thor was hurrying out of the kitchen with a tray of piping hot cookies, his brother Loki right behind him hissing about him having burnt them. Bruce is nursing a mug of what you knew wasn’t only hot coco, a dopey smile on his face as he belted out carols with Happy. Tony had a santa hat perched haphazardly on his head and sat with the kids at the smaller kiddy table that had been dragged out, insisting his adoptive son Peter join them. Peter, who insisted he was seventeen and not seven played on his phone, his mom, Pepper next to him subtly taking pictures of her Santa capped husband. Natasha and Sam were cuddled up at that bar with Wanda, Vis and Pietro. Clint’s behind the bar as usual, mixing up wonky looking eggnog cocktails that you knew were probably killer. Pietro reaches across the wood to press a kiss to his knuckles.

It’s a sight, a beautiful one. A magical one and you truly feel lucky to have all these people in your life. You could cry, but you didn’t want to mess up your eye makeup.

“Look who finally decided to join us!” Sam boomed, coming over “We were thinking ya’ll got lost out there in that storm, just bout'a come find you”

“It’s been a long night, bird brain. I told ya’ we’d be a little late” Bucky hugs the man good heartedly “I bet you demolished all the Budwisers already, huh?”

“You snooze you loose, Sarge. All that’s left are the 'Lite’s’” Sam grins.

The atmosphere here is your favorite of the night. Filled with joy, everyone talking to one an other. Enjoying each other. Most comfortable and at peace with each other. There’s many drinks that are drank and many stories told. There’s hugging and god awful singing and the crew of Bikers letting loose like they always did. It was like any other night with them, except with spiked eggnog and Christmas trees. It’s laid back and relaxed and you sit in the circle of Bucky’s arms content, your head resting on his shoulder as you engage in multiple conversations easily.

At the stroke of midnight; you all open gifts. There’s a ton of them, everyone had gotten everyone a little something.

Except for Tony, ever luxurious, who had gotten everyone not so little somethings.

It’s funny, that they give each other everything from sweaters and baking mittens(for Thor), to X-Boxes and nerdy gifts galore, to numerous bike parts. Eclectic, just like they are. You end up with another little pile of gifts; your favorites a glittery gold thermos, furry slippers and that pair of sunglasses that Natasha had seen you ogle at the mall. Peggy and Steve gift you a Harry Potter collectors book kit and you squeal out loud. “Oh my god, I love it!”

And Tony and Pepper give you and Bucky a-

“Holy shit, Tone!” Bucky gasps as you open up the huge present, an 84’ high definition smart TV.

“I thought it would go nice in the living room. You know, with all of the redecorating you’re about to be do-” Bucky cuts him off with glare at the same time that Pepper slaps his chest.

“Redecorating?” You ask, suspicious, looking up at your boyfriend “Why are you redecorating?”

“Don’t worry about it doll” Bucky murmurs, easily distracting you with that dimpled smile You let it drop, but you don’t forget it. You gnaw on it the rest of the night, silently. Laughing and having a good time with your friends but still thinking about it in the back of your head.

It’s a little after two when you and Bucky drag yourselves and the piles of gifts up to his apartment, above the bar.

“We made it” He smiles at you as you yank off your uncomfortable heeled boots and plop onto his sofa with a groan.

“I’m so tired” You wine. So tired and drunk and full. You honestly just wanted to crawl into Bucky’s bed and crash but he reminded you that you had yet to exchange presents with each other.

“Oh yeah!”

You gaze at his little tree, and the gifts that lay under them. You’d wanted it to be more intimate, just you and him for these.

“Can we go get changed first? I think these spanx are cutting off the circulation to my brain” You announce and he snorts and tells you of course. You end up in your panties and one of Bucky’s giant shirts that fit even your curvy body loosely. It didn’t go down to your knees or anything, and he could see your ass cheeks peek out from the bottom of it but it was comfy and soft and smelled like him. The two of you make yourselves comfortable on the floor infront of the lit tree, sitting criss cross opposite of eachother.

Bucky hands you the gifts he’s gotten you, and he’s not going to lie; he went a little crazy on you this year. Wanting to spoil the ever loving shit out of his girl. There’s big boxes and small boxes and bags. About ten or more of them and you grin and blush as he gives them to you. You then hand him his own, there were a few less, but then again you’d dropped a pretty penny on some of them so it made up for it. Not that he cared, about the amount. At all. He just felt special enough that the two of you were here, together.

“Ready?” He grins at you and you nod eagerly, biting your lip. “How do you wanna do this? One after the other? Or let’s just go crazy?”

“One after the other!” You insist “I want to see your reactions!”

And so that’s what you do. You open one, and then he does.

You go first one of the bigger boxes; a Michael Kors bag that you had been dying over for months.

“Baby!” You smile. “I love it”

“It cost a car payment” He teases and you pout “But that’s okay, I’m happy you like it”

Then him. He goes for one of the boxes too-

“What the fuck!”

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah I like it, Y/N, oh my god” He looks at the new iPad with shocked eyes. He’d been complaining about needing an updated one, that he needed it to manage the garage better.

You: A collection of Mac lipsticks

Him: A nice, antique-esque shaving kit

You: A huge fuzzy blanket to add to your collection

Him: A new pair of riding sunglasses and gloves. Stylish ones, dark leather.

You hold up the striped pink Victoria’s secret bag “Is this for me or you, huh?”

“Let’s just say they’re for the both of us” Bucky grins and you dig through the lacy panties and bras that he’d bought. All in your size, when he’d asked your breast size you’d known this was why. They’re pretty, right up your alley cause he knows what you like. Blacks and creams, eyelash lace and delicate bows. You hold up one set though, that’s bright red and eye catching.

“That one’s definitely for me though” He licks his lips and you smirk at him.

He’s gone to all of your favorite stores; LUSH, Sephora, Target. He’d even made a trip to that little metaphysical store in SOHO, the witchy one you liked so much and gotten you crystals. You loved every gift you opened, because you could tell he’d really thought about you with each.

He’s more then surprised at what you get him; the parts for that Harley he was building from the ground up. Expensive, rare ones that he knew had to have been a bitch to hunt down. He gawks at you.

“Steve helped” You giggle. You’d got him his favorite cologne, and a couple records because he was old fashioned and he could add them to his collection. You’d taken the time to go to a nice lingerie store, one that specialized in plus sizes, and had purchased a striking, red bustier set with a matching barley there lace thong and garters. You knew it was his favorite color on you.

Bucky groans and fingers the fabric as he looks it over “I think this one’s my favorite, doll”

“Shut up!” You giggle, ushering him to open your last gift. You chew on your lip, hoping he liked it as you watch him unwrap and unbox it.

Bucky was very attached to his tattered leather riding jacket. He’d had it for years, and you weren’t sure that getting him a new one had been a good idea, but when you’d seen it you’d just had to order it. It looked just like his lucky one, except new, not falling apart.

“Where did you get this?” He wonders as his eyes trail over it.

“A website from this little boutique in Manhattan”

He cant believe it…it’s almost identical to the one he’d had since his early twenties he stands so that he can shrug into it, nearly gasping at the fit.

How in the hell?…

“Do you like it?” You whisper up at him as he stares down at you.

“I fuckin’ love it Y/N! Holy shit” He rolls his shoulders, amazed. You beam and stand up too.

“There’s another little thing” You feel the most nervous for this as you pull on his let arm, cuffing the leather so that the inside revealed a little trinket dangling from the inside of the sleeve. It’s a gold and heartshaped, almost like a tiny locket and as he raised his arm to inspect it he see’s both of your initials engraved into it.

“Remember how on that first date we went on, you told me you wear your heart on your sleeve?” Your words are barley above a whisper as your big, doll like eyes, gaze up at him. The knot in his throat has him nearly panting as he rests his forehead against your own.

“I love you so goddamn much” He says, his breath fanning out across your face and you bask in his praise, his knuckles gently rasp against your cheek and you feel like you might burst. Or melt. One of the two. You stay like that for a moment before he pulls back.

“I’ve got one more for you” He tells you, reaching into the drawer of the table and pulling out a small box.

Your stomach does knots. Your mind goes haywire

That’s a jewelry box, no doubt. He hands it to you and you just stare at it blankly for a moment.

“Well open it, Y/N” He laughs and you exhale a shaky breath and do as he says.

The ring inside of it is gorgeous, a small little oval diamond, encased by opal stones on a simple white gold band, your eyes snap up to his in alarm.

“It’s not an engagement ring” He reassures fast and you untense- just a little as he slides it onto your left ring finger “It’s a promise ring, because I know we’ve only been together nine months, but they’ve been the best of my life. As fuckin’ cheesy as that sounds. I know that one day, your the woman I’m going to marry. I don’t want anyone else, ever again. And so I vow myself to you with this. I’m only loyal to you, baby. I’m only yours, I got myself one too”

Why are you crying? You cant stop the tears that roll down your cheeks. You feel overwhelmed, so loved. In a way that you’d never experienced before him.

“These are happy tears I hope” He laughs, nervously, catching the moisture with his thumb.

“Yes, fuck yes. They’re happy, baby. I’m so happy” You croon as you finally pull yourself together enough to throw your arms around his neck and press kiss after kiss to his lips. His cheeks, his chin, his nose. Anywhere you can reach. He giggles and leans into the onslaught of kisses.

“Wait, there’s more”

“More?” You ask. What more? How? He pulls up the lapel to the box to reveal a key. You take it out and inspect it, your eyebrows knitted together and your eyes calculating.

“It’s to here” Bucky clarifies “To this apartment” you still don’t understand so he goes on “I know your lease is up in January and I figured…Y/N, do you want to move in here with me? I know it’s not the Taj Mahal or anything, but I thought we could redecorate. Make it feel like your space too, you know? So that you don’t just feel like a guest…I want to share this with you. I want to share a home with you, because I fuckin’ hate waking up with out you. I know were probably going to irritate the shit outta’ eachother, but I don’t care. I want to live with you”

Crying. You’re crying again and you wordlessly jump back into his arms, and he stumbles a little bit, but catches you none the less, like he always does. Like he always will.

“Yes, yes” You manage to get out between tears and he just holds you tight, grinning like a mad man. Like someone who’d just won the lottery.

“Merry Christmas, baby doll”

A Merry Christmas it was, indeed.

Wow this was long and so fluff filled I’m almost feeling sick to my stomach. Little blurbs and background facts from the story:

-Bucky is adopted, Rebecca is is biological sister but the Barnes adopted all of their children.

-Clint and Laura are divorced but still get along and are close friends and he and Pietro are in a relationship.

-Tony and Pepper adopted Peter when he was a few years back after Aunt May passed

-Bucky owns both the bar, the above apartment and the garage that’s attached to it.

I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I’m really thinking about developing this into a full length story, what do you guys think? Leave me some feedback! I love reading your comments, I love connecting with you all on here.

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It was a friday morning, Joe and Joelle we're discussing which farm to go, to for this years christmas tree, They usually went to a loal tree farm called spritz, Joe was familar with the place and he'd been going there for awhile. But there was a new one, opening up on friday called higher pine, Addison said Higher Pine was previously around, but the father passed away and the sons brought it back with a new name and she thought it was good for the value of trees plus they had a wood shop and a house decorated with knick knacks. Joelle voted for the newer one of course, after a little debate and conversation they we're going to check out higher pine as a new tradition. Joe had to have a phone conference call at 11:30 with the executive and COO Paul Levesque, on his status, of his injury and to time frame his come back. "Joe. It's 11:20, I think paul might be calling soon, And i need to be on call for this eval, for the hospital circumstance" Joe nodded and said they would head into his office " Hey JoJo, why don't you go get changed, clean your room up, while daddy and addy have this meeting, and then we can go grab lunch and go get our tree okay" Joe Said. Addison, changed into her white scrub top and her white pants her hair was curled, and she had on minimal make up on, as joe wore his, tap out gear they began to wait for Paul's call.

"You never have been in here, before have you Addy?" She nodded, No. " It was Joelle's room, well supposed to be, and then well where her room is now, is where it was and Uh Galina, wanted this to be her play room and i decided her room was big enough, she didn't need a play room and we got into an argument about it once, and i said you know what this room is going to be used for it's going to be my office so when you piss me off i can come in here and regret it all." Addy's eyes widened and thought to herself ( was this really what she wanted? he gets so mad, and raises his voice everytime he speaks of her, sometimes..) she changed the subject and got up, and suggested some of his merchandise, go in a big cabinet with the titles he won, and pictures of his father and family and maybe some photos of herself and him. " Man Addy, you really know how to make me happy, I think thats a great idea, only problem and it's just one, I don't have a shelf for all this, that's laying around. I mean i have magazine shoots I was in, I have me colby and Jon's crap in a box. i need to expand.I need a bigger office space thought about knocking out this wall, over here... Just then the phone began ringing, as it was Paul Levesque. he began with "Hi Leati, Hi Addison, thanks for joining me. I'm sorry i'm a bit late, timing was a bit off my apologies on that. Before i begin, Addison, have you contacted, Dr. Jae on the results of the MRI? " Hi Mr Levesque, I have and i am thinking from both Dr and my own personal professional standpoint, Mr. Anaoi' does in fact need a possible 6-8 more weeks. He's healing, but the rehab is slower than accepted." Joe Sighed and put his head back on the chair, he was frustrated that the doctor hadn't cleared him to compete. "Paul, man when do you expect me to begin training? I thought i was good man." Paul Nodded, and began " yeah Leati, I know we all did, but with that MRI you had and the test results, taking awhile We just aren't sure what is proper." leati began getting frustrated, as expected he wanted to get back in the ring and be with his peers and perform in front of the fans, and come home and perform for Addi. " Paul i've went to the gym, twice, with jon and trinity and Jey charlie too! they all said i was doing and looking good. As paul laughed his deep laugh, he said " Tell ya what, Leati, I can see what i can do here, on my end and i'll see if i can get it to about 2-4 weeks, I'm not promising anything because i'm not a doctor, Addison can we follow up with an appointment say Wednesday, at 12. with doc and do some scans, I'd say I'd get him in here tomorrow but they're booked solid. Wednesday be okay Leati? Addison motioned YES. as leati agreed that wednesday would work. Joe thanked paul for being generous, as they both hung the phone up, Leati began frustrated. " man i'm never going to be back. I'm never going to get back in that ring again, and perform. I can feel it." As addison looked at him, and said "Well, Leati, with that attitude, who would want you around!." She got up and left. Joe sat in his office, spinning his chair around. When he thought of what Addison said ** He started thinking, God damn Joe Anoai' your a legend. you played at georgia tech. You met this great girl again, You have her Joe, You also have your daughter for the holidays snap the shitting fuck out of your 12 year old attitude, and make the most of being home!** he signed a relief and began writing **Present for Addi** leaving the entire paper blank, he tore off the sheet of paper and put it in his desk drawer, only to bring it back out and study it like he was taking the SAT 's he decided to call jon fatu whom was Jimmy Uso. With only two rings, Jon answered " Yo Uce what's up. how's things going? you finally got a fresh breathe of no sex air aye uce. i'm just kidding uce you get what you can take ma man. what's up though"? Joe shook his head, thinking why am i calling this fool? " Uce, nothings up and you're one to talk man, 2 kids and trying for more... I hear what they say about you. But you know us samoans we know how to play. Man reason why i' was calling i don't know man.. You know about Addison, Man i'm feeling her, like really feeling her. I don't know uce...." Jey responded with only what Jey could respond with, " YOU ASKING HER arent you UCE" Joe laughed and said " Man, i don't know i haven't even went ring shopping. I don't know how to do that. I gotta take trinity or someone to even discuss this.. Joelle was trying to get me to buy a ring pop and you know they got blueberry watermelon and a grape flavor. it was hard for Joelle to even pick out a flavor. how the hell am i supposed to out a ring!" "Man Uce, Joelle is 6 she probably got watermelon, knowing her. a ring is bigger than a 99cent, flavor sugar candy you talkin 7, 8 figures for addison. Tell you what, I'll talk to Jimmy about you taking Naomi, and Naomi Addison and Trinity can all get together, and we can sit at the bar and discuss this more, have your mom watch Joelle for awhile. and we all have a ladies/man night" Joe agreed and plus he missed the guys and he knew Addison missed the girls, the guys talked some more about upcoming shows and how things we're going on the road and then soon hung up. Joe felt better but instantly had the nervous butterflies of even begining to purpose was he ready? was she ready? was he just going to look who knew what he even wanted to do.

Addison was sitting downstairs on the couch, curled up with a blanket drinking her glass of wine, looking for something to watch on netflix. Joe poured himself, a glass and came and sat on the couch with her. "Looking for anything good? he said, she looked up at him and mentioned that there was fuller house and house of cards also orange is the new black, and prancer. Addi said she wanted to watch that with, Joelle it would be a cute family movie, There were a few lifetime original movies being showed but joe dispised lifetime said it was mainly for those " Females, who spend their husbands money and kill the husbands later when hes too stupid to figure it out" Addi laughed and said " Life time was NOT for that but theres movies that are like that, that are on lifetime. Life time was an american cable and satellite tv channel and the channel features women in lead roles." Joe laughed and said "you quoted that from somewhere didn't you. " maybe, i did maybe i didn't Joe. Addi said with a smile, and with that she chose a movie, snuggled in on her pillow and began watching, " Want some popcorn? or something? Joe asked. she nodded, as he thankfully gracefully went to the kitchen to pop a bag, he was looking for a escape route and boy did he find one! minutes later he came back with hot delicious buttery popcorn, as he nuzzled, in between her legs, she said "WHAT are you DOING? uhh are you comfortable like this? Joe." he laughed and said, "Hey physically i am in you. and now i'm just laying right where things need to be protected by my bigger much bigger physically head." she took a handful of popcorn and ate it as they both watched the movie.

12:00AM They both fell asleep on the couch only this time, Joe was in back of her, with his arms wrapped around her waist covered in the blanket she was sharing. within minutes although, they were woken up by a sound outside. Joe got up, and told Addi to stay where she was. Joe checked his security cameras saw a young kid walk up to his door, Joe opened it and said " Excuse me who are you. who are you. what do you want? get out of here, you come back around here, i'll report you to the police. I have you on my camera dash. get out of here. get out of here right now!" The kid fled, in a car down the street, The camera got just a piece of the car, but Joe decided he was going to switch the camera lenses to watch the left, and right, with the right at a different angle. "Man i love technology!" Joe said, as he came back into the living room, " I don't know some kid, thought he was gonna play it tough and take whatever he thought he needed from the porch i dont know.but thank god i bought that camera, Best $400 spent i do say so myself" Addison laughed and reached her arms out for him to come back on the couch he laughed and said " Want a hug?" she kicked his stomach, and told him to come back and lay with her, cause she wanted to stay downstairs tonight. Joe grabbed a few wood chips and firewood from the carrier, and threw them on the fire, took a sip of his wine, adjusted his boxers, and came crawling over her to his spot as the fire began to crackle, Joe began softly kissing, her neck leaving little marks on her body as he began his trail, his fingers moved slightly up and down each arm, with little moans here and there " you uh think we can uh do it...." right now right here? she said before she could even get a word of acceptance he wasted no time, his pajama pants we're off shoved at the end of the couch soon after, everything was breatheable, and reachable. she was pushed slightly off the couch as joe began, undressing her, " I'm nothing special, i have nothing to offer. on the couch...." he asked her to repeat what she said, she moaned as he began rubbing her already swollen clit " I don't even know how you get so wet, you had to of been having a wet dream of me because your so fucking wet I don't understand, everytime we're together, within fucking minutes you're just wet. your dripping for samoan cum, if thats what you want. then get on up here for this" As joe stood up, on his knees he brought her to her knees and had her, face the wall facing the starewell, he got up fully naked now and threw a few more logs on the fire, as he began to walk back towards her she was facing him, he turned her back around causing her to yelp, wetting his hand, he threw his spit on what seemed to him to be his ever so harden dick, "do you even know how hard this cock is for you? do you even know i was already ready to have a good nights rest and then for some reason this little girl, just pops into my cock and says get hard cause i need you. and obviously it needs you too or else i wouldn't be stroking this in front of you, look at you licking your lips, don't you dare put your fingers inside you dont you even think about it" And with that, all being said Joe was 6 almost 10 inches deep inside her ass with no warning, he grabbed a headful of her hair holding it with one hand and the other around her waist with no warning he was grinding making more noise than he had before, with every slap, from his free hand, and his cock the music they made was one to keep Itunes in business he pulled out by accident making both of them moan, as quickly respositioned himself it wasn't long before he was back inside her going faster, with one leg propped on the couch, he was sure to come, as he was begining to come, he slipped out again pushing her back down on the couch with one word " Spread Em" he was inside where be belonged, with no warning from either of them the song somehow came on the bluetooth speaker "Oh he so horny, he want to uh He bucked all my buttons, he ripped my blouse He Monica Lewinski all on my gown... Take all of me I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like The kind of girl you like, girl you like Take all of me I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like" As the song continued to play, Joe began to take measure, his pace quickened more as the couch began making sqeaking noises his breathe became rapid, "Doc. Fuckkkkkkk. Ohhhhhhhh Fuck. come on match me. come on come on fuck this good samoan dick . thats it, good girl there comes my good girl," something came over her she didn't know if she was mad at him, or if she was just having too good of sex that she was mad it was that good, she didn't know but she stopped him mid thrust " wha wha th the what happened?" As she pulled him so he was sitting on the couch, " STAND IT at ATTENTION like a soldier should JOE" He didn't know who came over her, or if this was really her intentions but he did as she said, she was the "Doc" as he called her as she began licking, her fingers she found her friend clit as she began rubbing it vigorously, Joe's soldier was standing at attention, for what it felt like for hours, she scooted her ass and body back, towards him she climbed onto his soldier saying "Yes i'm your doctor soldier, but you my good friend are being saluted" as she began bobbing up and down on it slow at first Joe grabbed her hips and began slamming her down harder and harder, each time she was brought back down her eyes filled with ecstacy she was never for drugs but if this was his drug she was going to become an addict. "Im going to fucking cum, all over this couch you're going to have to answer to your friends, and mine what happened with this stain on this couch, what are you going to tell them? Doc.... Doc....Oh Oh Oh Shiiii Shiiii. you better come first before me because if i ohhhh shiii keep riding keep riding, I'm comi I'm comi joe, I -- Oh--- Joe-- My god your dick feels so good, just like the first time... ohhhh myyy goddddd doc this was one of the best fucks i've had". Just minutes after they both came, they collapsed on the couch, noticed the time on the clock that read 2:59AM. It was almost 3am they ruined the couch, but felt content about it laying breathless joe found himself burried behind her, as she layed looking at the ceiling, finally saying " Tree in that corner, in front of the window, something for us to look at, when we have another round down here? Or tree in the other window area. Joe cleared his throat and said JoJo always liked it in front of the window in front of us" She smiled and said me too. It was almost 3:10 by the time they stopped talking, Joe kissed her neck and grabbed her breast gave it a small squeeze she grabbed his hand and held it in place " You uh like this? " Joe smiled, she nodded and soon fell asleep with him holding her breast.

10:15AM ( Next Morning... Tree Day) They weren't awake fully. but they we're awake enough to hear Joelle, "Shes awake..... I wonder if she knows where we are she usually hates when i'm not in my room she gets scared thinking i'm gone and left her". Joe said, as he called out "JoJo daddys down here, in the living room come here JoJo." joJo stood up at the top of the stairs, laughing, as she was coming downstairs she was hauling every damn barbie and accessory in the matel world. " KEN. COME ON. SIT in the car. put your seatbelt on little boy we're going for a RIIIIIIIDE" There went ken by himself down the stairs, flying by Joe as joe, rubbed his eyes, he noticed ken heading straight for the fireplace. he yelled "JOELLE. get ken out of the fire. he's almost heading straight for his jersey shore tan" she came flying down the stairs yelling "KENNNNNNNNNN I told you to wear your seat belt. SHEEEEEESH" Addi was sitting up covering herself with the blanket giving, joe some blanket, for his bottom naked gorgeous self. "Good morning Addy Daddy." she said leaving, to rescue her other barbie accessories, " Addy do you ever have barbies? i have a lot. don't i daddy.." Joe dozed off, after saving Ken from his almost fired body, Addy leaned in and kissed Joe's pec softly biting the skin, " Mmmmmm we close Doc" She shook her head no, he grunted and opened his eyes, to Joelle sitting down in front of the fireplace, playing barbies.. " What do you guys like for breakfast?" Addy asked , Joe looked over at her and smiled Addi ignored his selfish grin, and suggested omlettes she was pulling her undies on, pajama bottoms, she wore her calvin klein sports bra that fit her 32 B nips that joe was just on. She got up, careful to not step over the barbie's set up " Hey Joelle, I hate to upset you. but we're going to get our tree, here in a while you can set up barbie world camp all in that corner of the living room because the tree is going right here" Joelle got up, announced "ALL BARBIES OF ANOAI, WORLD CAMP. please, drive carefully but we're moving camp. PACK IT UP Skipper!" she was so animated with everything she did, Addi just loved watching her, she reminded her of herself at that age, her life was filled with babysitters, and babysitter boyfriends whom she admired, Joe laughed as he was motioning himself to put his pajama pants on "Hey daddy, why are you moving like that..." Oh this? I'm just trying to find the remote, I was going to turn on the cartoons for you, and go help Addi in the kitchen. Joelle just smiled, " hey you two. your omlettes are ready.. come get em'" Joe smiled and got up, grabbed his plate and put it on, the table as he grabbed Joelle's " Joelle come to the table eat, please leave skipper and the barbies over there. come on please." Addi said Joelle shot up, and walked to the table, as they ate their breakfast they cleaned their plates and decided to go get dressed and go out for their tree.

1:00 PM-6:00PM "Hi, welcome to Spritz Farms, I'm John Spritz. anything you guys looking for in particular? please let me know. We have 17 lots full of all types of different trees, when your ready we can have a driver take you out to the fields to pick your tree, here's a brocheer for the list of trees and, prices have a great time!" Joe smiled and thanked him. Addi was taking all this in, her family never got a tree, it was always a fake tree she was so excited Joe invited her to do this, she was so anxious and so happy to get a real tree with a real family. Joe got a hold of John, and asked to be taken out to the fraiser furr section, "Yeah Mr. Anoai what can i help you with?" Yeah, i think we want to check out the fraiser furr selection. Joe said, as he picked Joelle up, they followed John out to the sleigh ride that would take them about 1.2 miles out of the front area, "We have about 30-40 Fraiser furr 's we were a little concerened with how they would do this year, i had about 20 last year and they didn't do much for me. But i was over pleased with them this year, I have anything from 5ft to about 7 to about 8 ft." Joe nodded, Joelle was looking around everywhere, she was shy, but thanked Jon for the ride out, they went down a few rows before coming to about a 7" gorgeous dark green tree a few were a little, lighter color green, but found a gorgeous dark one. Joe called out to John, " Yeah John i think we got her. This is the one. Yeah this is our first tree. as a family. Thank you" As they we're brought back with their tree on the trailer, Joelle was clapping her hands saying " Santa is going to love our tree. he's gonna wanna hang out at our house fo sure! YAY YAY" Joe laughed as he held Andi's hand she smiled. they got the tree home, as addi grabbed, her big rubbermaid from the basement Joe's eyes widened "Andi what are those?" Christmas Ornaments from my house, Joe can you open the door for me. he did, as joelle, brought out 5 ornaments "These are what daddy puts on the tree, I made them all." she said As Andi opened the container lid, Joelle smiled and said " WOAHH BARBIE BAZZOOKA THATS A LOT. SHE HAS A BARBIE PINK JEEP ORNAMENT DADDY CHECK THIS OUT!" Just when Joe thought he could love her his love just went up about 20+ points like he was playing super mario! " You didn't have to bring all these but thank you." he said. " OH YEA" SHE DID. LOOK AT ELMO riding on a bike HAHA" ooh and a monkey eating a banana he's silly" Andi mouthed " She ever read curious george"? Joe shook his head "No". Joelle over heard, " curious george" his name is curious george, whats that? she said " Next time we're back at my place I'll let you look at my books of him. i have tons" Joelle asked "Do you have a baby back home?" Andi smiled, and said Nope i just saved all my childhood favorites, Joelle smiled and continued looking through the boxes.. "Hey Daddy here's papa, papa is an ornament". Joe father was in the WWF and at a time, the WWF had WWF ornaments well, Sika was nice enough to stand for 10 hours to get in paint and be airbrushed for an ornament. Oh Man, dad would tell us all the time, he hated doing these beause it was for like hours on end just standing. cool you got some. i dont think my mom kept much." Joe went and grabbed, the lights to plug in the lights he started, to put the white lights, on as Joelle and Andi put the ornaments on the tree. Just then Joe's phone rang " Hey Oh Hey Uce yeah we're here you spying on us? For sure come on over. yeah i'll see you then. she'll be happy to see ya for sure!" Jon? babe Andi said, Yeah " Hey Joelle, Jon and a special friend of his are coming over that cool with you"? Joe mouthed "S A N T A " with a big grin on his face, Joelle went back to her barbies as she was playing, Jon pulled up in the driveway, " Yo Uce! " JONNNNNNNNNY yelled Joelle, "JoJo my girl what kind of pink madness happened to your dads place. whos all these people." Joelle, laughed "BARBIEEEEEEEE MADNESS DUH Jon" Jon cracked a joke to joe, You diggin in your girly side aye. couldn't get enough of it when your sister had all this shiiii- now you got it x4." Joe laughed and said "What can i say my check goes to Matel" Jon laughed and shook his head " you in way too deep bro" Addi laughed and said he sure is sometimes leaving jon and joe hysterically laughing. I uh was coming over just to see if ya'll wanted to go get a pizza or something. joelle sparked into the conversation, and said "my barbies,werejust going to make a pizza this is crazzyy", as jon laughed and said that he spoke fluently in barbie matel language, Andi, was in the kitchen at the table working on her garland for the mantel and finishing her wreath for the door, Jon called her Ms Pinterest or Mis Board poster, whatever you all ladies spend hours doing at night while we're sleeping. the wreath had little red berries all over it the garland just had white lights with buffalo red plaid bows, It was almost 6:00 and Jon and Joe we're hungry especially Joe, "Man i'm starving, especially since this morning. you gonna be ready soon Andi?" Jon looked at Joe, as joe made mention to the couch, Jon's eyes widened and said " In Front of Barbie Madness" common uce! "Not in front of skipper! shes innocent!!" Joe laughed and said no, but "Barbie Madness uh aye woke us up thats for sure. We almost had a fire, with the barbie earlier.. Right joelle" Joelle, was quietly playing with her barbies Jon laughed and "Said and you caught the barbie, before she was toast in the nudde? or what uce?" Joe sighed and said " Uce, i'm doomed for anywhere i'm gonna be with her, she has this intention to just play "SURPRISE" on us, but its kinda fun to be walked in on in a way. I dont know uce kinda gives me a challenge to try." Jon shook his head, and said " Yeah a challenge to scar your young child, that's so samoan of you." Guys! where are we going for dinner, i need to know what to wear, Andi called out from the bathroom downstairs, " Well what you got on now, mama"? Joe asked playfully, "I can't tell you when Joelle is inches away from you come here Joe." Joe proudly walked in the bathroom, "How about this, top and these black leggins so i can wear, my black boots," Joe smirked, and gave her a kiss on her neck and whispered " better have that black thong, and black bra on too. when we get home, you're getting it!" but yeah babe you look good, its just pizza hun get dressed you have two samoans who are hungry and uh ones a little hungrier, for what he just witnessed.

8:00 PM The tree was lit, the outdoor reindeer were lit, They we're just getting back, from dinner Joelle wanted to stay up and watch frosty and the christmas carol with the muppetts Joe told her, since she was a good girl all day and did well at the christmas tree farm she could watch both shows in the basement, because addi, jon, and jimmy, with trinity were going to come over, and talk for awhile and that Jon was going to go and get his brother and the kids, and bring them over so Joelle had friends to play with She was happy with that and was excited to have a sleep over. YAY MIRACLE is coming too!! HEY HEY now i never said sleep over JoJo JoJo smiled, and said yeah but now all the barbies are leaving your house. your too boring for them they bought a basement condo with air conditioning " Joe was happy about the barbies moving out. " See ya barbs. been nice knowing ya up here, thanks for the great wake up call and sorry uh about the almost fire blaze to ya." Instantly he froze. and mouthed OH SHIT BLITZEN! Joe booked it upstairs, to decorate in Joelle's room to only find Addi up there completely tearing Joelle's bedroom apart " If this wasn't my daughters room i'd fuck you right here in front of this mirror right here... until you fell over on the ground, if you know what i mean". Addi laughed, JOE not every place requires hot fucking sex with you, some places need to be kept holy and sacred". Joe laughed, "Yeah like my bedroom,and the living room needs to be sprayed with holy water, this looks crazy she's gonna love it, but i'm gonna fucking hate to clean it!"-- Addi said "Here, write a letter, i was thinking of saying, " oops i found your room i was looking for a book to read, Im sorry i got it messy but i want to see if you can take directions, and clean like a good girl" but write it joe in a messy handwriting. Joe laughed and said the letter was fine, and that they needed to get out of her room before she figures something out, " Come on lets go to our room-- I uh uh mean mine, She smiled and said " I Liked it as when you said it was ours baby". Joe called JoJo upstairs, "Hey JoJo come on up here, almost time for bed sweetie, lets pick a book out and read, come on sweetie," She came running, and said she was getting kinda tired, Joe said miracle would be coming soon and that they would be sleeping in Joelle's room, Just then Miracle came through the door, "Hey Mira we're upstairs, here.." MIRA i have all my barbies in their condo its downstairs, but maybe we can go down there, instead of sleeping in my room.. as joe thought to himself. she right, ha her room is a mess with a captiol M! as JoJo walked in her room her eyes lit up, " BLITZEN!!!!!!!! WOAH. daddy look in here, WOAH he went wild. OH MY GOSH!" Joe said " I really hope blitzen offers a cleaning company." JoJo laughed and said ME TOO DADDY. as the girls went downstairs to play with the barbies, Joe went through the tornado, to grab blankets, and pillows for the girls, the girls we're laughing playing barbies, as joe threw blankets on the floor, "JoJo tent or sleeping bags..?" Joe was praying she said tent because he already had her tent up from the last time; in a corner, " Yeah daddy my tent. Yeah" joe mouthed " good choice!". he set up the tent, and told the girls it was bed time and that they would have plenty of time to play all day tomorrow and tomorrow night as Jojo gave her daddy a hug and kiss. the girls crawled in the tent, and we're out within minutes! Joe turned the lights off, and left the bathroom light on as he went upstairs everyone was getting ready to leave Jon and Trinity we're tired and jey was only home for an hour, so he was exhausted, they all agreed they would hang out the next day.

Next Morning ,9:45AM Somewhere, in between the night, the girls had a cookie party, pizza party, and a cheese and cracker lunchable party thank god Joelle only knows how to use the microwave and the pizzas were microwaveable. Joe was up first, as he came downstairs, he unplugged the tree, turned the t.v off, and made his way into the kitchen, he wasn't hungry but he had to have something, " Damn i gotta get groceries, we're almost out of everything." As he found, a plate of his mom's biscuit and gravy he decided to warm that up, and empty out his and addi's wine glasses that were left from the night before, just as the microwave stopped beeping, he heard tiny footsteps, " I really hope blitzen, isn't causinig trouble, he really kinda made my dad upset." Joelle said, as she made her way into the kitchen, there was blitzen with a cup of coffee and a donut, with a mess on the kitchen, and a note that read " Hi Girls, and fiends donuts are my favorite, Sorry i made a mess, hope you have a great day today with your family!- Love Blitzen." As the girls laughed joe, smiled and said "hes been crazy busy here in this household aye" Just then Addi came down wearing joe's sweats and a tank top, looking beautiful as ever, he asked her if she slept well, and if he woke her he was sorry. she smiled, and said "I slept, really well until, i couldn't feel you around me. I knew you had left, so i thought i had better clean up, and help with the girls. but here you are." he smiled and said he would never leave any of them, not now not ever, as they decided they would lay around the house, for awhile and then they we're possibly going to go to Joe's parents. "Hey Joelle, we're going over to grandma' and papa's you ok with that?" She smiled, yeah maybe blitzen will, be there too, joe laughed and said " I think blizten has enough to worry about being here, but who knows maybe he's already there, maybe he has a friend." as joe and, andi and joelle and mira, all got in joe's car they headed over to Joe's parents.

** Joe's parents** "Wow, your parents house is beautiful Joe. is this where you grew up? The decorations are pretty too Addi said. Joe nodded, "been here all my life, ever since May 25th, 1985, well you know, since childhood- etc moving out was rough of course but its' so nice living in my own house, with you and my little girl." Joe's parents we're outside, sitting on the porch having a cup of coffee " Leati my boy. Leati, how are things how are you." Sika said to his son, as he stood up to greet him "doing well pops, doing well. Pa this is Addison, she is a nurse that helps with the company." It's nice to finally meet you sir. he smiled, as they all took a seat, enjoying the talks. the kids were all out back in the spacious yard, as patti began to say, " you know, we have been thinking of selling the house, the yard is just becoming too much for your dad, and with you being out of the house we just.. As sika interrupted " WE ARE NOT SELLING. we are fine, i am fine and that is it." It was hard for him to want to just give up, he didn't want to just up and move he did that all his life, with his parents and 12 brothers and sisters when he finally came to tampa he was ready to settle. " You know, Joe your great grandma tried i mean hell she only tried because she cared and you know, thats where i get my try from. and whatever she says about the yard, well the yard is the only thing i can control and i want to keep at it. they say never keep a man down from what he loves. well don't you dare tell me i can't get out in my yard this is my yard!" Addi, and joe began to laugh as addi said, "Now i know where you get the " This is my yard" line from, joe shrugged his shoulders and said "only from the best." I have the perfect dinner set up, how about my homeade nachos and tacos, for my boy and his girls, patti suggested " Oh mom. that sounds delicious. I am so down for homeade man my mom makes the best tacos i don't know how she does it. but i leave here, sometimes crawling" and sometimes he doesn't leave, patti said.

The nachos' we're made with ground beef, as normal but with homeade picante sauce, sour cream, fresh jalopeno slices, enchilada seasoning, and a few other spices. Whenever joe would come from college, his mom would always make a big plateful for him enough to take back to college. Joe was considered the baby, and "BABY" is what he got anything joe wanted, his mom made sure her baby got. As they ate, joe became full " Oh mom, these are fantastic. i cannot eat another bite. I simply cannot, even eat another." Don't over do it leati, i am making you take these home that is if you do go home, she laughed. As joe began to yawn, he made his way to the couch for a nap as addi helped clean up, with patti and sika, she to began to yawn, "Oh hunny. why don't you go over there on the couch, and take a nap with joe. We have this, covered really we do. I was thinking, of taking the kids down to the shopping mall, and to the new christmas tree elf movie". If you think you can handle joe in his own child hood home, we only will be gone for about a few hours. I wanted to buy joe some presents, with him always lurking i can't possibly do anything, without him knowing a single thing. Sika went out to the garage to move few things, and get the car ready. Addi, smiled and said "he is a good cuddler, not that you need to know that, but he really takes care of me makes me feel like a part of the family". As patti smiled she said " Oh i know all about joe's hugs, cuddles and comfort. I raised him to be like that, It's just too bad Galina only wanted the money out of him." Addi stood firm with her next comment " I never wanted, Joe's money. If it meant anything, and no harm to you or to him or your beautiful family. I was scared to even take his phone call. I was terrified to be honest to even see him. because patti, i deep down inside truthfuly speaking, I Love Leati I do. I love him when he has $0.00 in his bank account I love him when he's so mad that he can't perform out on the road, I love him whene he wakes me up with a glass of water.I love his daughter as if we layed down one night and made her. But Patti i'm so greatful i answered his phone call." Patti's eyes teared up with tears as she began, to cry Addi pulled her in for a hug, as patti whispered in her ear " Thank you for being his safe place, now enough tears a mom can't possibly cry over her handsomelittle baby, go get some rest with joe. go enjoy his embrace, his love, his heart and most importantly his family." As addi smiled she did just that and soon fell asleep, to a peaceful heart beating calm samoan.

GUYS THIS CHAPTER WAS SO LONG. Hope everyone enjoys! :D Stay tuned for chapter 4.

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