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change your mind

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)

Word Count: 6,575

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Summary:

Five times Eddie Munson asks you to marry him, and the one time you say yes.

Author’s Note: This is meant to be read after “nothing else matters”, but can be read as a stand alone.

Additional tags: rockstar Eddie Munson, high school sweethearts, marriage proposal, loss of virginity, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk, pet names, semi-public sex, idiots in love

— 1 —

It’s the summer of 1984 when you first really meet Eddie Munson.

Sure, you’ve seen him around school. You’ve heard his cafeteria monologues. You’ve even seen him and his band perform at the talent show. But he’s always been just beyond your orbit. The crowd you hang out with the most in school, while not the most popular kids by any means, didn’t typically leave much opportunity for getting to know the leather wearing metal head.

You’re in your backyard, reading a book under the porch light. After a long, hot day at the pool working as a lifeguard, the mild chill of the summer evening is a welcome reprieve. When you look out over the yard, dots of light come and go as fireflies flit about the grass.

It’s perfect.

That is, until you hear a scrambling noise near your fence line, followed by a loud thump and a pained groan. Startled, you jump from your seat and tug open the screen door to the house, reaching in and grabbing the shotgun your dad keeps there.

Gun held in both hands, just like your dad taught you, you tiptoe out into the yard to investigate.

You spot the source of the noise quickly. A lump in the grass, barely illuminated by the light of the moon and your distant porch lights. The lump shifts, rolling over and you catch a glimpse of curly brown hair and pale skin.

When he finally opens his eyes and notices you standing there, gun aimed at him, he scrambles to his knees and holds his hands up, brown eyes wide in panic as he says, “Hey, hey, hey, let’s put the gun down, yeah?”

You roll your eyes, flicking the safety back on and setting it down. “Care to explain why you’re in my yard, then? You gave me a heart attack, Eddie!”

“Hopper caught me spray painting the old mill down the road. Had to lose him somehow.” He stands, brushing the grass off of his black jeans. He eyes you curiously. “You know my name?”

“We go to school together. Of course I know your name.”

“Ah, my infamy precedes me.”

“It’s not infamy, it's your loud mouth in the cafeteria yelling about how ABBA is an affront to music.” You cross your arms over your chest. “Dancing Queen is a good song.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, princess, did I personally offend you?” He asks, voice teasing. “Bet if you listened to the lyrical mastermind that is Ozzy, you would forget all about ABBA.”

“I think Paranoid was better than Master of Reality, ” you reply.

“Marry me,” he says, making you laugh. His eyes crinkle in the corners as he smiles at you, and not for the first time, you think, Huh, Eddie Munson is kinda cute.

“Not a chance, Munson.”

— 2 —

In the fall of 1984, you began your junior year. It had started out just the same as any other year - new classes, same faces. But one face in the crowd caught your eye more regularly.

And you caught his right back.

Sometimes, when you were spacing out during lunch listening to your friends talk about their weekend plans, your eyes would seek out that head of messy curls. And sometimes, you would find that he was already staring back at you.

And that distraction is what leads to him standing from his table without looking and slamming straight into Jason Carver, his lunch tray spilling the Wednesday Spaghetti special all over his precious letterman jacket.

“Watch where you’re going, freak,” Jason shouts, shoving Eddie by the shoulders.

Eddie, being the little shit that he is, just smiles. “Oh, my sincerest apologies, King Jason,” he replies with a sarcastic little bow. “Baking soda should take care of those stains.”

You can practically see the steam coming out of Jason’s ears. Eddie turns to leave, eyes finding yours again, but Jason reaches out and grabs his shoulder, turning him back to face him and throwing a fist right into his jaw.

You’re out of your seat before you can even think about it. Kids crowd around the two boys, chanting their encouragement to fight. Eddie stands back up, ducking another punch from Jason.

You shove your way through the crowd, planting yourself in front of Eddie just as Jason throws another swing that narrowly misses you. “Cut it out,” you shout above the noise.

“Move,” Jason demands, an angry gaze still fixed on Eddie. “What, you need a girl to defend you, Munson?”

And that comment pisses you off. Your dad didn’t spend hours every weekend when you were a young girl teaching you how to throw a punch for no reason. Your arm winds back, fingers curled tight in a fist that you let fly right into his nose. He stumbles back, hands flying to his face and coming away covered in blood.

“Holy shit,” Eddie says behind you. “That was awesome.”

Principal Higgins charges through the crowd. He takes in Jason’s bloody face, and turns to you and Eddie. “Detention. This afternoon.”

You open your mouth to protest, but he cuts you off with a hand and a sigh of your name. “I will deal with you two later. Mr. Carver needs to see the nurse.” With that, he leads the school golden boy out of the cafeteria by the arm.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Eddie says. You turn to face him as the students disperse back to their seats. You can feel their uncertain glances bouncing off your back.

“Yeah, well. Jason’s a dick,” you mutter. You don’t give him a chance to reply, heading back to your table to grab your backpack and head to class before the bell rings.

___

After an hour of staring at a chalkboard in silence, Mr. Clark, the hefty P.E. teacher with the shiny bald spot, finally dismisses you and Eddie from the classroom.

You’re out of your seat like a rocket and halfway down the hall before you hear Eddie’s voice call out behind you.

When you turn to face him, he’s grinning ear to ear. You can’t imagine why - you’d just spent an hour being tortured by silence. He holds a hand out, and you look down at the twisted piece of straw wrapper pinched between his fingers in confusion.

“Marry me?” Eddie asks, reminding you of the night that he’d fallen into your backyard and asked the same question.

With a laugh, you take the ring and slip it onto your ring finger. “Not a chance, Munson,” you say with a wink, turning on your heel to leave.

“I’ll change your mind!” He calls out after you.

— 3 —

It’s February in 1985 when Eddie Munson first asks you out.

He’s been leaving you notes in your locker every week for the last few months. Sometimes it's an actual note, his messy handwriting detailing some crazy story he’d come up with for his Dungeons and Dragons club, or asking you a series of questions that you’d reply to with a note of your own, slipped into his locker in between classes.

Other times, it's a drawing. While his handwriting leaves a lot to be desired, his artistry is impressive. One such drawing was a vase of sunflowers, which you had off-handedly mentioned as your favorite. You’d stuck that one to your locker door with a matching magnet the same day.

One day, however, you approach your locker at the end of the day to find a crumpled brown paper bag stuck to the metal door with duct tape. Opening it, you find a cassette tape in a plastic cover, the track list scribbled in familiar handwriting.

It takes you all of three seconds to realize most of the songs are off of Black Sabbath’s Paranoid album, which makes you smile like a fool.

Later, in the privacy of your room, you play the songs on a low enough volume to not wake your dad, sitting near your speaker to catch the lyrics. It’s a little after 11 p.m. when you hear a tap at your window.

You push the curtain aside and jump slightly in surprise when Eddie’s grinning face stares back from the other side of the glass. You lift the window open to whisper, “What are you doing here?”

“Come on, I got something to show you,” he says, his whole body moving with barely contained excitement. “But we gotta go, like, now.”

“Eddie, it’s almost midnight,” you say by way of protest.

“Exactly, come on, we don’t have a lot of time.” He leans through your open window, looking you head to toe. “Put on a sweater and get your shoes on.”

Confused, but intrigued, you do as he says. He helps you through the window before you slowly close it, careful not to make too much noise. You follow him to his van that he’s parked a little ways down from your house.

“Where are we going?” You ask, stepping quickly to keep up with his longer strides. He opens the passenger door for you, shutting it as you sit in the seat without responding. His van smells like weed and cigarette smoke, but not overwhelmingly. It’s almost comforting.

He turns the van on, pulling away from the curb and heading north, towards the dense woods surrounding Hawkins. He’s got the radio turned low, a Metallica sound filling the silence around you. His fingers tap to the beat on the steering wheel, but he doesn’t say anything.

You drive like that for a while, heading further out from Hawkins to where the town gives way to dense forest and the inky black sky lights up with more stars than you get to see back at home. Eddie pulls off to the side of the road, near a field that borders the roadway before it disappears into towering pine.

He hops out of the van and runs around the hood to open your door, holding a hand out to you. It’s so dark you can barely see anything as you drop down from the passenger seat, clinging to his hand. He brings you to the back and opens the van doors, revealing a pile of blankets that you hadn’t noticed during the drive.

He turns to you, a hand running through his hair as he says, “There’s a meteor shower tonight. It starts in-,” he checks his watch, “-thirty minutes. I thought, maybe, we could…watch it. I got us some Red Vines, too.”

You blink rapidly, your brain trying to catch up. “A meteor shower?”

“Yeah. Heard about it on the radio. This should be a pretty clear place to watch it,” he says. “You said your favorite book is The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy because you like the idea of traveling through space. I don’t have a starship, so the meteor shower is the compromise.”

“I can’t believe you remember I said that,” you tell him. You’d mentioned it off-handedly in one of your replies to his notes.

“I remember everything you tell me,” he replies easily, shrugging like it's no big deal.

“This is….so sweet, Eddie,” you tell him honestly. He lets out a breath, like he’d been nervous about how you would respond. You can’t imagine why.

Doesn’t he know you’ve been halfway in love with him since pointing a shotgun at him for interrupting your reading?

He grins, bright and happy before hopping up into the pile of blankets and situating himself. He pulls out the aforementioned bag of Red Vines and pats the space beside him. You clamber up into the spot, sitting cross legged with your knee touching his and sending sparks across your skin at the contact.

He holds a bright red rope out to you and you take it happily, munching on it as you stare up at the sky. A streak of lights moves in your periphery and you jump in excitement. “I think I saw one!”

Your eyes are glued to the sky as the intermittent streaks of meteors slash through the darkness, but Eddie watches you instead.

He pulls another Red Vine from the pack, tying it in a knot with a small loop at the end.

“Marry me?” He asks, holding the makeshift ring out to you.

“Not a chance, Munson,” you reply, making him laugh. You bite the candy from his fingers with a grin.

“I’ll change your mind,” he promises for the second time.

— 4 —

It’s the summer of 1986. You’ve graduated high school and Eddie finally has as well, by the skin of his teeth and maybe with a little help from you on his homework.

College wasn’t really in your cards financially, so you’re working at The Hideout as a bartender on the weekends and at a record store throughout the week. Eddie, on the other hand, has been focusing on making music for Corroded Coffin between shifts at the factory where his Uncle Wayne also works. You still live with your dad, but you don’t mind it. He gives you enough privacy and is often away on construction jobs around the state for long periods of time.

On one such occasion, blessed with an empty house, you ask Eddie to come stay with you.

You’ve been dating since he took you to watch the meteor shower. It’s your first relationship, your first boyfriend, your first everything, really. Eddie is sweet, attentive, caring, and hasn’t once pressured you into anything you’re not yet ready for.

But tonight, you’re ready. You are so, so ready.

The pizza has already been delivered. You’ve rented Back to the Future for the third time, which means neither of you would be missing out if you happened to be busy with…other activities. You’ve got a box of condoms stashed in the couch cushions, just in case.

There’s a knock at your door and you swipe your sweaty palms on the fabric of your dress, the cute red sundress that’s been known to make Eddie’s brain short circuit.

You pull the door open to Eddie’s smiling face. “Sorry I’m late, sweetheart. I got that wine you like. Don’t know how it’s going to pair with pizza.” He leans forward to kiss you, a soft peck to your lips in greeting that already lights up your nerves.

“Thanks,” you say, taking the bottle from him. You move aside to let him in, shutting the door behind you. He turns, slipping an arm around your waist and tugging you until you're pressed tightly to him.

“This dress,” he murmurs, running his nose along your neck, nipping at the juncture of your shoulder. “This dress drives me crazy.”

You hold back the whimper of need lodged in your throat as he peppers you with little kisses, fingers curling against your ribs. He pulls away before it gets too far, just as he always does, and you mourn the loss.

You follow him to the kitchen and set the wine next to the pizza box. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“Your dad got any beer?” He asks, taking a seat at the table and flipping the box open. “Oh, pineapple!”

You grab a beer from the fridge for him and a glass for the wine. As you’re walking past, Eddie grabs your hand and gives it a little tug, guiding you until you’re sitting on his lap.

“You okay?” He asks, one hand on your back and the other just above your knee, his calloused fingers lightly gripping the bare skin of your thigh.

“Huh?”

“I asked if you’re okay. You’re acting a little funny.” His brow furrows in concern as he searches your face. “Do you not want me to stay over anymore?”

“No! I mean, yes! Yes, I want you to stay.” You take a breath. “Do you want to eat the pizza in the living room? We can start the movie.”

He regards you for a moment longer before shrugging and saying, “Sure. Lead the way.”

He grabs the pizza box while you get plates. In the living room, you press play on the VCR before taking a seat beside Eddie, leaving a few inches between your bodies out of nervousness, hoping he doesn’t notice.

But he does.

He frowns at the space before glancing at you, while you resolutely stare into the pizza box like it holds all the answers in the universe.

Look, the fact of the matter is, Eddie is more experienced than you and the knowledge of that leaves you torn. On one hand, you’re glad to (hopefully) be going into this with someone who knows what he’s doing so that you’re not just fumbling in the dark.

On the other hand, you’re scared to death he’s going to think you’re some boring virgin. You don’t think he would. It would be wildly out of character for him to be cruel like that. But there’s still a tiny part of your stupid brain telling you otherwise.

And you know he’s into some heavy stuff. You’ve snooped through his room before, found the copies of Heavy Metal magazine that featured women bound, gagged, blindfolded. Bent over with red hand prints blooming on their asses. Knelt on the ground in front of some faceless man, doe eyed expressions tilted up in submission. Seeing all of it had made you squirm, skin going hot at the thought of Eddie doing any number of those things to you.

Until you remembered that you’ve never even had sex yet and can’t possibly live up to that sort of expectation. You stare blankly at the TV as you have your internal struggle, the images of Doc and Matt McFly on their wacky adventure not even registering as you bite into your pizza.

“Alright,” Eddie says, snatching the pizza out of your hands and tossing it back into the box sitting on the coffee table.

“Hey!” You protest, gaping at him. He lifts you by the waist until you’re in his lap for the second time that night, legs spread on either side of him. It’s not an unfamiliar position - you’ve had plenty of heated make out sessions sitting just like this. The edges of his belt buckle press into your belly as he grips your hips.

“Come on, spill it. What’s the matter?” He asks, face serious as his brown eyes search yours. His fingers inch up, digging into your ribs, making you giggle and squirm over him. “What’s got you so tense, baby?”

Rather than answer, you grip his face in your palms and tug his lips to yours. He’s soft at first, tentative like he’s unsure this is the right course of action to take when he’d been trying to get to the bottom of why you were acting weird. But he’s only human, after all, and when your lips part to allow his tongue to tangle with yours, his reservations fly out the window.

You’ve kissed boys before, but it’s never been like this. Never been all consuming, like you can feel him with every cell of your being. You shift in his lap, pressing as close as possible. Eddie’s hands land on your hips, stilling your movement as he pants against you.

“Christ, you gotta slow down,” he bites out, teeth gritted. His eyes are dark and half-lidded with lust, a look you’ve seen only in flashes before one of you pulled back for a breath.

“I don’t want to slow down anymore,” you whisper.

His eyes go comically wide. “Are you sure?”

In response, you grip the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head and dropping it to the floor behind you. You fight the urge to cover yourself, feeling more exposed than you ever have as his gaze roams your body, taking in your breasts in a simple cotton bra and the high cut panties to match.

“Ed—“

Your voice cuts off in a yelp as Eddie flips you onto your back on the couch cushions, his body wedged between your thighs as he looks down on you with a smirk. He licks his lips as he trails a hand from your neck, between the valley of your chest, over your tummy. Your muscles clench and you feel the pinch of goosebumps in the wake of his fingers.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs, voice deeper than you’ve ever heard. He plants a kiss to the spot near your ear that’s extra sensitive. “How’d I get so lucky, huh? Pretty thing,” he coos. Your eyes go wide and your mouth goes dry at his words, and you try to lift your hips for some friction to relieve the pressure building between your legs.

He continues to plant kisses down your neck, nipping the thin skin with his teeth. The pain makes you bite out a labored curse that makes him chuckle.

“Tell me what you want, princess,” he says. “I’ll give you everything your sweet little brain can come up with.”

“I want…I want you to touch me.”

“I'm already doing that. Try again.” One of his hands slides under your back, nimble fingers popping the hook of your bra. “And be very specific.”

Your cheeks burn as he gazes at you expectantly. “I want you…to touch me down there.”

“Oh? Here?” He runs his thumb over your clit, the sudden sensation making you cry out. “You want me to touch your pretty pussy?”

You feel like you’re in danger of spontaneously combusting with how hot you feel all over. All you can do is nod vigorously as Eddie curls his hands into the waist of your panties and tugs them down and off your legs.

“Hold your legs up for me,” Eddie says, grabbing your hands and positioning them beneath your knees. “Let me get a good look at you.”

He leans back, down exactly that, staring down at your exposed body with reverence. You try to close your legs, but his hands on your thighs stop you as he makes a disapproving noise with his tongue.

“Good girls do as they’re told, princess. You wanna be a good girl for me right?” He asks, tone condescending in a way that makes a new wave of lust wash over you. With a whimper, you nod in reply. “Words,” he demands.

“Y-yeah. I wanna be a good girl,” you whisper.

“You wanna be my good girl,” he clarifies.

“I wanna be your good girl.”

“Christ.” He leans forward, grasping your face in his hand and kissing you senseless. He pulls away all too quickly, planting frantic kisses to your neck, shoving your bra out of the way to palm your tits, alternating between circling one hardened nipple with his thumb or his tongue. Your back arches and you squirm beneath him.

“You’re a little sensitive, aren’t you?” He asks, that mean tone back in his words.

He doesn’t wait for your reply as he moves on, those lips trailing down your tummy until they’re nipping and kissing at your inner thighs. He brings his thumbs to your wet heat, using them to spread you open before dragging his tongue through your folds.

“Eddie!”

“Fuck ,” he groans, tongue circling your clit in a maddening rhythm. He alternates between the sensitive nub and dipping the tip of his tongue into your entrance.

You’re pretty sure you’re having an out of body experience. His mouth feels so good, pulling every drop of pleasure possible from your body. All the blood rushes from your head and you writhe beneath him in desperation.

There’s a firm pressure at your slick hole and your eyes pop open, your head lifting from the couch to watch as he slides one finger into you until his ring is biting against your hot flesh. Your mouth drops open and his eyes lift to yours, his face damn near unrecognizable as he thrusts the digit in and out of you.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he bites out. “I’m going to add another finger, and you’re gonna come all over my hand and my face before I give you my cock.”

“Oh my god,” you say, the words breathless and needy as he slips another finger in, the stretch a slight burn that subsides quickly. His fingers curl and drag against something that makes you cry out. And when you do, he smirks, lowering his face to tongue your clit in tandem with the thrust of his hand.

You come with a shout, the noises of his hand lewd and wet as he works you through it. Your hands slip from your legs, unable to hold up the dead weight of them as you shake beneath him.

Eddie leans back, standing from the couch and scrambling out of his clothes in a way that would be comical if your brain wasn’t turned to mush. But as he tugs his pants down his thighs, your brain suddenly catches up with the program and you drink in the sight of him greedily.

The lines of compact muscle, the contrast of his tattoos against his pale skin, the light dusting of hair at the top of his chest and the matching trail that leads to…

Holy shit.

His cock is hard, an angry red at the head that looks almost painful. You have nothing to compare him to besides your own fingers but you know damn well that he’s thick and long enough to make you nervous.

He joins you on the couch, one knee planted to the cushions between your legs. He fists his length, giving it a leisurely pump as he stares down at your boneless body.

“There’s, uh, condoms. Behind the cushion,” you tell him, the words making you blush for what feels like the millionth time that evening.

“Oh? Did my sweet, innocent little princess prepare for this? Did my little slut want my cock so bad tonight?” He asks. Your eyes go wide and a moan claws up your throat. “Ah, she likes that, huh?”

You nod vigorously. He reaches a hand behind the back cushions, fishing for the box. He pulls a foil package out of the box and tears it open. “Eyes on me,” he says as he rolls the latex over his cock.

He plants a palm beside your head, his other hand gripping his cock and guiding it until the head is positioned at your weeping entrance. “This might hurt a little, baby. You gotta tell me if it’s too much.”

“Okay. I trust you.”

His eyes go soft. With a sweet kiss to your lips, a juxtaposition to the man who’d just called you a little slut. He presses forward, the blunt head of him slipping inside you with little resistance.

There’s a bite of pressure as he moves forward, your body giving way to the intrusion with a slight sting that subsides a delicious fullness. He pauses once his hips are flush to yours, a hand coming up to brush across your forehead, moving the sweat slick strands of hair from your face.

“You okay?” He asks. You nod, tilting your chin up for a kiss. He indulges you, smiling into it in a way that makes your heart flutter.

Eddie holds himself like that for a while, kissing you and letting you adjust. When the burn subsides and you’re just left with a slight ache and a new sensation of fullness, you shift your hips slightly under him.

He draws back slightly, the drag of his cock making you gasp and all the breath leaving your lungs as he drives back in. He sets a pace of short, hard thrusts that have you digging your nails into his back, dragging them down and leaving blooming red trails in the skin.

“That’s it, sweetheart, you mark me up however you want,” Eddie grunts. His thrusts become longer, deeper, more of a roll of his hips than a pound. A hand circles your throat, the grip gentle as his fingers press into the sides. “Sweet little angel, gripping my cock so tight.”

“Oh god,” you cry. Eddie leans back, the angle growing deeper. He brings his other hand to your lips, three of his fingers slipping inside your mouth. You run your tongue over the familiar calluses and he groans low in his throat.

Those spit slick fingers leave your mouth and he circles them over your clit roughly. “I want this little cunt to give me everything.”

With a whimper, the tightening of your belly releases in a wave, surprising you with its ferocity. The sensation is so unlike any of the times you’ve spent in the dark, your own hands exploring your body.

Eddie thrusts a few more times, his tempo stuttering as he chases his own release. He stills against you, hips pressed tightly to yours as he moans your name.

He pulls out of you, twisting to the side so that he’s lying sandwiched between your body and the couch so as not to crush you. He throws an arm over your waist, burying his head against your neck with a satisfied sigh.

“You sure know how to show a lady a good time, Munson,” you say. He laughs against your cooling skin.

“Would show you a good time for the rest of our lives if you’ll marry me,” he replies.

You huff out a little laugh before saying, “Not a chance.”

“I’ll change your mind.”

And not for the first time, you realize he’s right.

— 5 —

It’s the summer of 1990, and Corroded Coffin has a top hit on the radio and their first big gig out on the road tonight in Chicago.

You’re backstage at the venue, sitting in the green room and watching Eddie pace nervously. He looks especially fuckable, to the point you’re having trouble concentrating on his anxious monologue.

Denim battle vest, the same one that’s served him since high school, draped over his bare shoulders and exposing the muscle of his biceps and tantalizing peeks of his abs and chest. His hair is the longest it’s been but still the messy curls you love to run your hands through. He’s applied a smudge of eyeliner around his eyes, making his brown eyes larger and more hypnotizing.

Dear god, you’re going to combust.

“Are you even listening?” He asks, stopping dead in his tracks with his hands on his hips.

You smirk at him. “Not really. I already know you’re worrying about nothing. I’m just thinking about how fast I can make you come before you go on stage.”

His mouth drops open in surprise, but his eyes go dark. “Get in the bathroom. Now.”

You hop up from the ratty couch, sliding your hand over his stomach as you pass and throwing him a wink. He follows in behind you, shutting the door forcefully and flipping the lock.

His hand wraps around the back of your neck, tangling in your hair and pulling you into a bruising kiss. On a breath he murmurs, “I love you.”

“Love you more, Munson.”

“Now get on your fucking knees.”

You drop like a rock, the linoleum cold against your knees, the fabric of your fishnets uncomfortable ywhere it presses against your skin. Eddie unbuttons his fly, pulling his hardening cock from the confines of his jeans. He grips the bottom of your jaw in one hand and growls out, “Open your mouth.”

You do as you’re told, sticking your tongue out and waiting for him to slide his length into your waiting mouth. He taps the tip against your tongue, teasing you, before he slips it past your lips and into the wet heat.

“That’s it, baby,” Eddie whispers. “Just like that.”

You let Eddie set the pace he needs, both of his hands digging into your hair in a tight hold as he uses your mouth. You’ve got spit leaking out of the corners of your lips and your eyes are watering from the lack of air, but you just look up at him through your lashes and moan.

“Christ, you have no idea, no idea , what you do to me, princess,” he groans, his head dropping back, hips moving faster but more shallowly.

There’s a hard knock at the door and the band’s new manager, Steven, calls through the flimsy wood, “You better get your ass out here, Munson, you’re on in five.”

But Eddie just keeps going, ignoring the man that holds the power to make or break his career in his hands, growling out, “Eyes on me.”

Your lashes are sticky with tears and mascara as you look up and watch him unravel, the ecstasy running across his features making your core clench. His release hits the back of your throat and you swallow around him.

When he’s done, he pulls you up by the hair, gripping your chin and hauling you into a rough kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth even as it tastes of him.

He pulls away, his thumbs swiping beneath your eyes to clean up the black streaks left by your mascara. “Marry me?” Eddie asks, and you smile at him.

Another knock sounds at the door. “Alright, lovebirds. Two minutes.”

“You better get out there and knock ‘em dead, Eds,” you murmur, leaning your forehead against his.

“Just for you,” he tells you with a wink, pulling back to right himself in his pants. He flips the lock on the door and pulls it open, the dark bathroom flooding with light.

The rest of the guys are crowded in the green room and Steve looks at Eddie and rolls his eyes. “Finally. Alright, boys, let’s show ‘em what you’ve got.”

He leads them out of the room and to the stage and you trail behind, finding a spot stage right to watch from the wings. Your face hurts from smiling so hard, watching the same boys who used to play in a garage playing on a stage in front of a crowd screaming along with them, for them.

“You’ve been an amazing crowd, Chicago!” Eddie screams into the mic. The answering roar is deafening. “We’ve got one more song and it’s a brand new one.”

A melody you don’t recognize fills the concert hall. The intro is heavy on Eddie and Jeff’s guitars and as Eddie begins to sing, Frankie and Gareth join in.

I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasy

I'll be your hope, I'll be your love, be everything that you need

I love you more with every breath truly, madly, deeply do

I will be strong, I will be faithful 'cause I'm counting on

A new beginnin'

A reason for livin'

A deeper meaning, yeah

Eddie’s face is tilted in your direction as he sings, eyes finding yours as he starts in on the chorus.

I wanna stand with you on a mountain

I wanna bathe with you in the sea

I wanna lay like this forever

Until the sky falls down on me

You smile at him, your eyes stinging at the emotion welling in them.

And when the stars are shining brightly in the velvet sky

I'll make a wish, send it to heaven and make you want to cry

The tears of joy for all the pleasure and the certainty

That we're surrounded by the comfort and protection

Of the highest powers

In lonely hours

The tears devour you

And devour you they do.

— +1 —

Eddie’s got one hand on the wheel and the other in the pocket of his leather jacket, fingers running along the sharp corners of the box he's hidden away in there.

You’re beside him in the passenger seat, practically bouncing in excitement. It’s 1991, one year to the day of the release of Corroded Coffin’s first hit record. They’ve been on one tour already, but he’s home for a three month stretch and now that you’re both in a good place financially, you’re looking at houses to buy to get out of the little two bedroom apartment you’d been renting.

“This is so exciting,” you say for the hundredth time. And for the hundredth time, Eddie grins at you. “Our first house!”

“I feel like we did this backwards. Should we have bought a house before buying a dive bar? Is that the normal order?” You’d used a portion of your savings to buy The Hideout from Hank, who finally retired to Florida content in the knowledge that the bar was in the safe hands of the girl he’d begrudgingly hired fresh out of high school and couldn’t shake himself loose from.

You smack him in the arm. “Shut up. Who cares. You’ve always done things your own way. Why stop now?”

“You’re right.” He grabs your hand, planting a kiss to your knuckles.

“I hope this one is nice,” you comment, staring out the window. Eddie smiles to himself.

He’d picked this one to go see. In fact, he’s already been to it and immediately placed an offer on it. You think you’re meeting up with a realtor, but the keys dangle from his key ring already.

Eddie pulls up to the little three bedroom, two bathroom ranch situated about five miles north of The Hideout. The lots are large, the homes bordered in the back by thick woods. The one he’s purchased is a deep navy blue with a bright red door and he watches your eyes take it in.

“Oh, it’s adorable,” you say wistfully. You jump from the passenger seat, looking around. “Where’s the realtor? You told him noon, didn’t you?”

“Oh, we don’t need a realtor,” Eddie says. You tilt your head at him, brow furrowed. “I bought it.”

“You bought it?”

“Yep.”

“You bought a house?”

“Yep.”

“You bought this house?”

“Sure did.” He holds the key up to you. “Go ahead.”

You snatch it from his hand and run up the front walk, shouldering your way in. Eddie trails it behind you and watches as you run from room to room, your smile growing bigger and brighter with each pass.

“This closet!” He hears you shout from the master bedroom. “It’s bigger than our bedroom at the apartment!”

He chuckles as he goes to the living room and stands in the center, lowering himself to one knee and pulling the ring box from his pocket. He settles in to wait for you to find him.

It doesn’t take long. You tear into the room, speaking a mile a minute about how you want to decorate, but you stop short when you see him there.

Eddie swallows nervously. He’s asked you to marry him since the first time he’s met you, and you’d always told him, “Not a chance.”

Over time, the exchange became more synonymous with any other couple saying “I love you” and “I love you, too”, just with your own flair.

But now, he means it. And he lifts the lid of the box to show the plain silver band sitting in the velvet. “Hey, princess. You ready to change your mind?”

You rush towards him, throwing your arms around his neck and toppling the two of you to the ground in a heap. You grab his face, kissing him deeply.

“That a yes?” He asks when you break apart, breathless and panting.

“It’s most definitely a yes, Munson.” You grin at him as he lifts your left hand and slips the ring onto it.

Right where it belongs.

#eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x female reader #rockstar eddie munson #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things fic #no use of y/n #5+1 fic

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lanadeldixon · 8 months

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Summertime Sadness

Pairing- Daryl x fem reader (some Rosita x reader if you squint)

Word count- 1.1k

Warnings- angst, implied panic attack, mentions of death, someone being beaten, starved Daryl :(

Setting- s7 Alexandria

Summary- The saviours come to collect their 50%, but when you see the condition Daryl is in it’s hard to cope.

“Oh my God,” I whispered “Daryl?” His name a symphony of worry on my lips. A name I used to say with such love now drained of its positivity and filled with fear instead.

Vulnerability shone through his eyes as he turned to me, “Y/N?”

As soon as my name fell from his lips, the end of a gun struck him straight in the jaw, the loud thud of his body hitting the ground echoed through the town.

My breath hitched and a tear rolled down my cheek as they hit him again, yelling at him, “SPEAK WHEN YOU’RE SPOKEN TOO!”

“Leave him alone,” my voice choked up to the point where it came out in only a whisper.

“Let him go,” I cried louder this time, desperate to draw them away.

Hands wrapped around my mouth, too quick for me to react, my screams came out as muffled cries as I attempted to call for help.

But it was no use, I was dragged backwards into my house,

“Shh, you have to calm down, okay?” I immediately un-tensed at the sound of her voice.

“You gotta be tough, you do shit like that you’ll get all of us killed.” Rosita exclaimed sternly.

Her hands released me and she circled me until we were eye to eye.

“You’re not gonna be doing us any favours getting yourself killed,” it was clear to see she was still in grief, she was mourning a man she’d killed off in her mind a long time ago, only now he was truly gone and it was still sinking in.

She had become colder, no one could blame her, however all of us were too busy drowning in our own insurmountable grief and missing loved ones to pay attention to anything else.

I nodded at her like a school kid following her teachers orders then opened my mouth preparing to respond.

“Bam!” The door swung open.

“We said 50% didn’t we?!” His voice shook us to the core.

Whispers of the dead conquered my thoughts as I turned to look at him.

“Woah ho ho well you must be the girl?!”

Negan exclaimed following it with a slight laugh.

“Well you sure are a pretty thing ain’t ya!” His hand reached to my face as he said it, I stared him down, not daring to move but still not hiding my resentment.

“If I weren’t such a fan of your boy Daryl I think I’d have to make you one of my wives,” a sinister grin took over his face as my mine began to pale.

He leaned close to my ear, to the point where I could feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke, “Hell, im the boss, I could just do it anyway…”

I tried to hold back my anger, to not say anything out of fear of what he might do. But the idea of having to marry him sickened and overwhelmed me, “fuck you,” I snarled, eyes finally meeting his.

“You got some massive lady balls and I gotta say, I dig that.” He stated, pulling his face away.

“I’m so tempted to bring you home darling.” He finished, deep down I knew he was just teasing but the thought revolted me.

“I would never be the wife of someone like you,” I responded, my face scrunching up.

He looked at me still with that daring smile.

At that point I couldn’t taken it anymore, my rage boiled until finally, it spilled, I looked at him and let out a large wad of spit aiming it right at his leg.

“Go to hell,” I stated, storms in my eyes.

His face finally faltered as he stared at the stain on his trousers.

“Ho ho ho, you bitch,” he said grabbing the back of my hair and yanking me outside of the house.

“How about we put on a little show, huh darling” he purred in my ear.

I felt ill as he forced me to my knees and began to gesture with Lucille.

“Now I was gonna be nice today but it seems some of you still need an example of how to behave.” Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned as he spoke.

I didn’t cry, I was very careful to heed Rosita’s advice and made sure I didn’t once show my fear, Daryl however did not do the same…

“Y/N!” He screamed as if I was already dead.

“DONT TOUCH HER,” he cried with rage, “I’LL KILL YA!”

“Bring him,” calmly, he gestured to the woman on his right as he spoke.

She dragged him so he was diagonal to me, she then kept her hands on his face, forcing him to keep his eyes on me.

Now I knew to be scared but all I could think was how tired he looked, behind the rage and upset was masked malnutrition and exhaustion. I couldn’t help but worry.

“We’re gonna break up another couple tonight,” he laughed aiming and fake swinging his bat at me.

I grimaced at his statement recalling the story of what happened to Glenn and Abraham and the devastation Maggie and Sasha were left with.

“I’m sorry, you would’ve been a real treat to come home too but looks like you’re gonna end up another lost treasure.”

“Last chance to say goodbye lover boy,” Negan warned.

Daryl was screaming profanities at him, doing everything he could to divert Lucille’s attention to him instead but to my relief, his attempts failed…

That was when the countdown started…

“10…” my breathing quickened.

“9…” I could see Daryl’s mouth moving, his whole body scrambling beneath the saviours holding him back, but all I could hear was Negans voice.

“8…” “just continue to do this when you’re scared okay baby?” I could hear my mums voice infiltrating my thoughts, guiding me to breathe.

“7…” I can see the flowers, they look so pretty, especially now that the lilies have grown, my mother didn’t like lilies, she always loved roses.

“6…” I can see the sun, it shines so brightly today, beaming down its light onto all of us, I think of Daryl’s nickname for me.

“5…” I can see my friends, I love my friends. Part of me wishes I could see Maggie again, the other doesn’t want her to see this.

“4…” I can see the sky, it looks painted today, the way the clouds are floating looks ethereal.

“3…” I can see Daryl. My Daryl, I smile.

“2…” I can see the bat, it blocks the sun as it’s lifted high into the sky.

“1…” I can see Glenn and Abraham, I didn’t think I’d see them so soon but I’m happy-

“I’LL JOIN YA!” Silence overcame the crowd as Daryl pleaded.

“Just let her go, that’s all I ask” his voice quaked, there was a frantic look of desperation in his eyes.

Silence…

Negan chuckled before his face turned stern.

“Who are you?” He commanded in a teasing tone.

“I am Negan…”

#daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon #twd daryl #the walking dead #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine #daryl x y/n #daryl x reader #rosita espinosa #negan smith #alexandria #twd alexandria

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blackgirls4chris · 26 days

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"did i ever hurt you?"

a/n: go easy on me that's literally my first post in this blog and english is not my first language. anyways feel free to request more things or just talk to me, promise im nice.

summary: in witch a simple play pulls reader's triggers and proves she has the best boyfriend she could ask for.

warnings: mentions of previous abusive relationship, edge of a panic attack, toxic ex boyfriend named ryan,mentions of physical hurt and pain, both very soft and cuties. actually gender neutral considering the taste for males. not proofread.

pairing: reader x chris sturniolo.

"oh- i know you didn't just take my phone..."

you giggle on the spot. your seven months relationship with chris brought some funny manias, one of them being taking each other's phone every now and then, mostly when the screen takes too much time and it almost doesn't feel like you guys are sharing a room

so you started the joke, took it from between his hands and ran into the other side of the room, waiting for him to come over and try to get the phone from you. that's the whole point, the pillow fights, the tickle-play and all the fooling around that usually happens.

it's finally nice to be around someone for so long, love is finally getting back to it's pretty colors.

but you still can't control some thoughts.

because chris stands up too fast, his intentionally mad face took the smile away from your face and turned you back into the girl you were before, as fast as you could blink.

somehow you're back at your parents house, alone with your older, handsome, hard-working boyfriend who everyone thought were everything you could ask for. we'll, he used to be. until he hits.

and it usually started like this. with large steps towards you, a serious grin on his face and some effect phrase that could put you in tears. god, the worst two years of your life.

all the work to hide the scars, the times you shared the room with his friends or family and hade to pretend to be the love of his life, like you weren't hurt.

and it all seemed to come back, chris couldn't guess, couldn't notice. he knew some shit about your past but you never felt like going deep with these things. it's past tense, it's gone shit. you're someone new.

so he wouldn't think yo were a bit off already when he approached, proceeding to hold you by the arms and throw you in bed, with all the care in the world and in a way that'd be just too funny in other situation. this would be the start of a play pretend fight that would end up in kisses.

but not now. your eyes water and your mouth runs dry, you even think you're shaking. chris' image seems a little blurry and even with the most caring, loving guy you ever known in front of you, you squint. try to disappear, defending yourself from something that would never happen in this bed.

"chris, please." you try to count your words, not to speak too much.

out of sudden all you had to do was hope for the best and pray it would end soon. that he wouldn't leave marks too obvious or hurt you too bad.

"oh, i'm sorry. did i- babe, did i hurt you? lemme see" his worried eyes are instantly inspecting you, rubbing your arms to make sure he didn't grab you too strong.

no way you were backing up. you asked yourself what you were doing, chris might be feeling terrible. you know he wouldn't do nothing to hurt you, ever. he's gentle with his words, why wouldn't he be with his hands?

your mind is quicker to snap back. well, ryan hit. why wouldn't chris? ryan would've made you regret ever thinking of taking the damn phone, he'd make you feel like you didn't deserve the air your breath.

"hey, y/n. chill, babe. what's going on?" in the best of the intentions, he tries to reach for you, seeing your troubled and watered eyes. you back up, try to stay away.

"just don't... please, just don't hurt me."

it slipped away from your lips before you could even think. no need to ask that, chris wouldn't.

so he's the one to back up, even leave the bed. he stands up and gives you some space, while your eyes watch his movements like he could snap at any moment. he raised his hands where you could see them.

it's clicking inside his mind. the not so often times you said something about your last relationship leaving you so afraid of being close to someone ever again, how it felt different with him.

how you never want to go back to your hometown, how it feels like hell to use smaller clothes around your own boyfriend. no sex with the lights on, no beach days. chris knew you, knew you enough to put two plus two together and understand why it is all happening.

"i wouldn't do that, ma. i'm fully incapable of ever hurting you" he says, with the softest of the voices. "i promise, ok? i will never raise my hand on you"

so you watch carefully as he sits down by the other side of the bed. your breath still felt shaky, you're crying now.

"i heard that before, i know i did" you confess, it almost hurts to leave your throat.

god, his heart wrenched. to ever think you were put in this situation made his blood grow too cold in his veins. to be that scared? to not even thinking on complaining or telling him not to grab you like that? if you didn't like, you could even fight him.

but no, you went full defense mode, scared like a kid.

"yeah, did i ever hurt you?" insists. you nod, denying. "you're my girl, how would i ever do something like that?"

you know he is trying his best, like... me knows how to work you through your anxiety attacks, he can take care of you in any circumstance. so maybe that's what he's doing. keeping the talk, making sure you were still here.

that's your boyfriend. your safe place. not someone you should be scare dog.

"you wanna come here?" he asks you, such a nice inviting voice.

no fear, no big red bright alarm shining on your head. it's ok to push you body until you're near chris and letting him put his arms about you. in fact, it's even a safe place to cry. so you do.

"i love you, y/n. i gotta care for you, not hurt you. i can't hurt you" he repeats, his fingers interlocking your soft locks and you war pressed against his chest. fast heartbeat. "good?"

"yup" you say, feeling good enough to put your arms against his waist. "i'm sorry, i- i know you wouldn't do nothing to me. i just-it all felt too weird. i'm sorry"

"i got you, ma" he kisses your head. "no need to say sorry, fine? you just gotta tell me what not to do! i ain't doing this petty play anymore!"

that's worried chris. just like when he found out you're allergic to peanut. all of a sudden he started checking for every food he'd bring home to make sure no peanut would be found.

"no! i like when we play like that." you let out a soft laugh, it warms him up and he could almost laugh too. "i really just don't know what gets to me"

"well, my lady... then let's see if you can give me my phone back, a man gotta work!"

#chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo angst #sturniolo triplets angst #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets imagine #imagine #angst #fluff

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sirenascales · 11 months

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I want your love, I dont wanna be friends[18+]

You're the new assistant at Hawks Pro Hero Agency. So cute and shy. 🤭❤️ But you have got to stop doing this silly little dance with your boss and just make out already.

Hawks x PlusSize!F!Reader

9,566 words

cw: SMUT, nsfw, unprotected sex, a girl kisses you in this, brief mention of a domestic violence situation, hawks is too hot,

note: my first mha fic... dont even looooook at me bro jk pls enjoy

The first time you actually got to meet the Wing Hero, a villain had attacked a bank just as you were doing your usual weekend errands. The villain had some kind of explosion quirk, and you ended up getting caught in the blast, despite being a fair distance away. Everything was going by so fast, people yelling in the distance in panic and fear, loud sirens going off.

Your ears were ringing, body hurting as you slowly tried to at least sit up. Your skin stung with cuts, as you were hit with glass, though thankfully, none of the injuries seemed to be too serious. If anything, it was the blast and fall that hurt you the most.

Chaos was all around you, some pro heroes swooping in to apprehend the culprit. It seemed to be an easy catch, but you mainly tried to focus on getting up on your own two feet.

"Alright fella, it's no use fighting now. Here, take him in. I'm gonna look around to see if we still have any victims."

"You got it, boss!"

The voices seemed so far away, your head pounding as you managed to get to your feet, not even taking two steps until you were hit with an insane amount of nausea, your brain whirling as your vision blurred. You fell forward, expecting to hit the ground face first when you felt someone grab you.

"Whoa! Okay, I got you!" The male voice seemed so far away and you slowly turned your head to look at the owner. All you saw was blond hair, and magnificent red wings.

"Oh... you're Hawks," you slurred.

"Yeah, and you are concussed," he said rather seriously, gently guiding you towards a nearby ambulance. "You need to go to the hospital now."

"Hm... where are we? I feel sick..."

"Okay, here we go," Hawks said, a worried frown on his face as he handed you off to the paramedics. "She has a severe concussion and is bleeding from her head."

"Oh... am I...?"

It was all a blur after that, and you barely remembered the trip to the hospital. All you knew was that you had actually suffered a concussion and a few broken ribs, and that the adrenaline made you not feel the pain at all. They kept you for a few days until you were cleared to go home and recover.

Though, this couldn't have happened at a worse time. You were supposed to be starting your new job soon, but with you being broken, you had to fearfully send an email explaining the situation. They were, thankfully, very understanding. But of course they were, you were supposed to start work as an assistant at a pro hero agency.

Blinking, you sat back in your seat as realization had finally hit you, staring wide eyed at the signature of the person who replied to your email.

'Dear 'Reader',

I'm so sorry that you were caught up and injured in these recent events. We understand your predicament and will hold your place until you are ready to start and join our team.

Please feel better,

Keiko Watanabe, secretary of Hawks Pro Hero Agency'

Your mouth fell open. How could I you forget?! "Oh shit..."

♡♡♡

Three months had gone by, and you were adjusting well into your new job at the pro hero agency. You worked side by side with a beautiful girl named Keiko, running the clerical side of the agency and helping Hawks when he needed it.

Yeah, you worked at Hawk's agency, and sometimes directly with the man himself. Mostly in the form of going over messages, interview requests and other things with him while he was not on patrol. He was rather surprised to see you a few months back when you first started working there, but he welcomed you with open arms, as well as his sidekicks and the other office workers.

You and Keiko had become fast fast friends and were like peas in a pod, honestly. She was utterly gorgeous, with long, straight black hair and blunt bangs cut across her forehead. She was flirty and fun, but super hardworking and a great friend.

"You look hot today, girlfriend," you said as you sat at your desk this morning, eyeing the dress she wore. It was still tasteful for the office, but Keiko had legs for days. "Yummy."

"Oh shut up," Keiko waved you off with a laugh, giving you a look. "You don't look so bad yourself. Finally trying to take Hawks home with you?"

"Keiko!" you gasped, blushing and quickly looking around, hoping no one heard. "Shut up! That is not what I'm doing!"

"Uh huh," Keiko said, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, I didn't check the messages yet, can you do that while I go over this last incident report?"

You nodded, picking up the office phone and getting yourself ready to write down the messages that were left overnight. "Damn, six of them..."

They were just the usual stuff, plus one that had piqued your interest as you wrote it down. After you finished, you got up from your desk, ignoring Keiko wiggling her eyebrows at you as you made your way over to Hawks' office. He wasn't on patrol, and won't be for another hour.

"Sir," you started, knocking on his closed door. "I have something that could be important." You looked down at yourself, smoothing out your clothes. Of course Keiko was right; you wanted to look your best around Hawks. You wore a pretty skirt that fell just to your knee, and a top that you knew made your boobs look good with the perfect bra...

"Come in," Hawks called from behind his door and you nodded, taking a deep breath before you walked inside, taking in the man sitting behind his desk.

Of course you wanted to get his attention... look at him. He was beautiful, in a rugged way, with his messy blond locks and sexy facial hair. His goggles were on the desk, and his gold eyes were on you as you walked over to his desk. You swore they moved down your body for a quick second before he looked you in your face again. His large, red wings instantly drew your attention, them rustling slightly when the man tilted his head up a bit.

"What's up?" he drawled, his voice sending a shiver up your spine.

"Well," you started, fighting back a blush. "I was going through the messages and I got something interesting I think you might like." You smiled, sliding the note you wrote to him. "You will receive an official invite in a few weeks, but the Green Cross Foundation is hosting a charity ball in three months, and all proceeds will go to the children's hospital. You've been formally invited."

"...huh," was Hawks' only reply and your smile fell.

"... is this... bad?" you asked him unsurly and he quickly shook his head.

"No, no, it's not," he said, putting the note down and looking back at you, an easy smile growing on his face. "Thanks, this is definitely something I'm interested in."

You smiled back at him, feeling your face heat up. "No problem, sir! I'll just get back to my desk now." You turned and left the office, goosebumps forming on your skin as you felt a hard stare follow you out the door.

The rest of the day went by smoothly, with Hawks having gone out on his patrol hours ago. It was now time for the office to close and you and Keiko were just getting ready to leave when you realized something.

"Oh shoot, I felt my folder in Hawks' office," you said with a sigh. You shooed Keiko off to go ahead without you, making the quick trip to Hawks' empty office. You found your folder, taking a quick peek inside when you heard the office door creak open behind you. You let out a startled shriek, whipping around and finding Hawks' standing behind you looking surprised.

"Hawks!" You gasped. "You scared me!"

It took Hawks a moment, but when he found himself, he had the nerve to snicker behind his hand. "You're the one snooping around in my office, no wonder you're so jumpy."

Your jaw dropped and you scoffed. "I was not snooping. I left my folder!"

"Uh huh," Hawks just waved you off, grinning and you knew that he was just teasing. You huffed at him and he laughed again.

"Fine, fine, I'm sorry~" he drawled, and you realized he was holding a small box. "Here, I'll share my cupcake with you as a peace offering."

You blinked. "Cupcake...?"

"Yeah," Hawks answered, opening the box and revealing the most delicious looking chocolate cupcake in the world you've ever seen. "There's this awesome bakery along my beat, so I stop by from time to time. You don't mind if I use my hands?"

"No," you answered, shaking your head. "And I'm kinda upset that you never got us anything from this so-called amazing bakery. Not even a damn cookie?" You were both pretty much off the clock now, so you naturally went to talk with the man more casually. He didn't mind.

"Sorry, but I'm gatekeeping," Hawks answered with a smirk as he carefully used his fingers to break the cupcake in half. He got frosting on his thumb, and after he handed you your half, he sucked that thumb right into his mouth.

You gulped.

"Though, I will have to say, if you tell anyone about the bakery or this cupcake, I will have to fire you." Hawks grinned at you again, clearly joking and you shook your head at him, rolling your eyes.

"Yeah yeah, your secret is safe with me, bossman," you said, bringing the cupcake to your mouth before adding. "And Keiko."

Hawks snorted and you bit into the cupcake, immediately moaning at the chocolatey goodness that exploded in your mouth.

"Oh my goodness!" you exclaimed after swallowing, glancing over at a very satisfied looking Hawks. "This is amazing!"

"I told you!" He replied, watching you eat the rest of the cupcake before he ate his half. You had let out another very satisfied sound and Hawks had to take a deep breath.

"I'm going to find this place," you said and Hawks let out a short laugh.

"Not if I can help it," he shot back, glancing at you, his eyes doing a slow once over when you weren't looking.

"Well, I'm out of here," you said, turning back to him with a smile. "See you tomorrow! Thanks for the cupcake."

Hawks nodded. "Yeah, see you tomorrow, but wait up..."

"Huh?" you blinked when Hawks stepped to you, holding still when he lifted his hand up. With the same thumb he had licked the frosting off earlier he pressed it to the corner of your mouth.

"You have frosting here..." he then said softly, and your lips fell open as he used his thumb to wipe off the frosting. A shiver went down your spine, his thumb just grazing your bottom lip before he stepped back. You watched him hesitate, before he grabbed a napkin and wiped his thumb clean.

"Th-thank you..." you stuttered softly, very much aware of the heated tension in the office. Your lip tingled where he touched you, your heart pounding in your chest. Hawks looked at you, his gold eyes nearly pinning you in place as he stared right into mines.

"Have a good night..." he finished with your name.

You gulped and nodded. "Y-yeah..." And you turned and rushed out.

♡♡♡

"And you just turned and ran out of the room?" Keiko asked you the next morning after you two met in front of the agency doors. You told her about what had happened between you and Hawks the night before, and she was looking at you with her eyes narrowed. "Seriously?"

"What was I supposed to do?!" you whisper-hissed as you stepped inside the building.

"I dunno! Jump his bones?!"

"Shhhh!" you hissed at her, looking around the office before rushing to your desk. "There's no way. Besides, he's not into me."

"I could smack you right now," Keiko said, setting her stuff down. "From what you told me he did last night, he totally does have a thing for you."

You shook your head quickly, trying to ignore how hard your heart was pounding in your chest at the mere thought of Hawks possibly liking you. There was no way. "Nah, absolutely not."

"And why not?" Keiko demanded. "You're hot! Those thick thighs will make any sane man want you." You blushed deeply, looking down at yourself. It was a particularly hot day, so you decided to wear a cute sundress to work. You figured it was work appropriate, but when you are thick, a lot of leg tends to show.

"Sh-shut up," you mumbled, turning away from Keiko to face your work. Yesterday was just all in your head.

Keiko just narrowed her eyes at you, a deep pout on her face as she scoffed. She was going to prove it, one way or another. But the day went on smoothly, with Hawks starting out on patrol before he returned a few hours later, ready to do the more clerical work of his job. He was his usual friendly self with anyone...but you could tell that he purposefully wasn't looking at you. At all.

That had noticeably made you feel down for a while, and all Keiko could do was roll her eyes at the two of you. "I have to do everything around here..."

"Huh? What was that?"

"Nothing, babe."

"Hmm," you hummed, glancing over when Hawks walked by. He was out of his usual uniform, having showered after he returned. You really liked how he looked while dressed up as the hero he was, but his more casual looks were absolutely drool worthy. How he tried to kill you today? A simple get up of a pair of denim jeans, which fit him perfectly, by the way, and a white tshirt. He had on a simple gold chain and cool looking sneakers, and you had to fight not to ogle at him.

"He's so hot..." you mumbled and Keiko snorted.

"Don't I know it, honey..."

Work went on, and Keiko had to make some copies so you walked with her to the copy room as you chatted.

"I just... maybe he feels embarrassed? About what happened yesterday?" you said unsurely, and Keiko slammed her finger on the copy button.

"You are killing me. First you said it was all an imagination, and now you think he's embarrassed?" Keiko questioned you, totally exasperated.

"He won't look at me!"

"Because he likes you, fool! You don't see the way he looks at you when you're not looking."

"What? No he doesn't..."

"Ughh!" Keiko threw her head back and groaned, catching a glance of something in the corner of her eye and she smirked to herself. Bingo. "Do I have to prove it to you?"

You wrinkled your nose at her. "And how will you do that?" you asked, just before you were pressed against the closest wall. Keiko cupped your face, pressing her lips against yours in a kiss. Your eyes went wide, your heart skipping a bit as you stood there stunned, face heating up.

Keiko was a beautiful woman... you wouldn't mind being with someone like her but...

Your eyes closed halfway, your hand gently pressing against her hip, when someone walked into the copy room.

Hawks.

"Whoops! You caught us!" Keiko exclaimed as she quickly pulled away, covering her mouth with her hand as she giggled. You were still frozen as Keiko twirled her hair, while Hawks stood staring at you two with an unreadable expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, sir~" Keiko continued to speak, the pro hero turning almost robotically to face her.

"Keiko, please go and get in touch with News Seven, I'll have to postpone our interview." His voice was icy, not harboring any of the warmth it always had. You didn't like it at all, while Keiko just smiled to herself, a smug look on her face.

"Yes sir!"

Keiko left, leaving you with Hawks. You fidgeted a bit, feeling awkward as you tried to leave. "I-I was just... keeping her company."

"And that's the problem," Hawks retorted and ice ran in your veins. "You're here to work, not socialize."

"R-right..." you whispered, feeling like there was a pressure in your chest that made it hard to breathe. "I'm sorry."

And you scurried off back to your desk, ignoring Keiko completely as you sat down. "I hate you."

"He was totally jealous~," Keiko sang to you and you glared at her.

"He was mad."

"No, babe," Keiko started, just as Hawks stormed by, his fists tightly clenched at his sides. "He's jealous. He wants to be the one pressing you against the wall, kissing you breathless."

"I..." You stammered a bit, not knowing what to say. "I don't like when his voice gets cold like that..."

Keiko wiggled her eyebrows at you. "Maybe you should go warm him up, hehe~"

♡♡♡

You were going to puke. It was the end of shift, and on the days when Hawks ended his shift in the office, you two went over the messages that were left throughout the day. So here you were, clutching onto the slips of papers so hard, they were wrinkling up. But you took a deep breath after a while, knowing that you had to put on your big girl panties and do your job.

You knocked on Hawks' closed office door. "H-hey. It's time to go over the messages..."

"Yeah. Come in."

Hawks sat behind his desk, his gold eyes slowly going over your form until they landed on your face. His lips pulled down in a slight frown, noticing how you stared at the floor, nervously chewing on your bottom lip as you sat across from him.

"There's not much today, sir, so it'll be quick." You set the messages down on the desk, smoothing them out. Hawks raised an eyebrow.

"What the hell did those poor papers do to you?"

You let out a laugh. "Sorry. I was just nervous..."

Nervous? Hawks drew in his eyebrows, looking over you once again. Yeah... you were tense in the chair, fiddling with the papers while looking at anything other than him. Then he thought of what happened earlier at the copy room and he sighed.

He truly had no idea what had come over him. He had walked inside to see you pressed against the wall, Keiko's lips on yours. His vision had turned green then, jealousy burning in his chest as he registered what he saw. That was supposed to be him pressing you against the wall. The jealousy was bitter on his tongue as he spoke to you, voice ice cold.

He hated feeling that way, and he hated how his reaction then made you feel nervous just to be around him. He frowned and sighed again, his wings very slowly flapping up and down.

"Look, don't be nervous, okay?" he said, tapping his desk. "It's fine, water under the bridge. I want you to be comfortable here." With me.

You looked at him, finally, feeling your heart hammer as you took in his expression. He seemed serious, and he held your gaze firmly until you nodded slowly. "Okay... yeah."

He smiled. "Good. Now let's get to these messages." He grabbed the papers and looked them over at first, pausing a bit as he looked at you. "So Keiko... are you two...?"

"What?" You blinked a few times before you finally realized what he meant. "Oh, no! She's just my friend! She was just being a little turd."

Hawks barked out a laugh at that, setting the papers down. "I am glad to see her mischievous nature come back to her after being put through the ringer like she was."

Your eyebrows shot up and you tilted your head questionably. "Do you know about Taichi?"

Hawks nodded. "She told you about him too, huh?"

"Well, I just know that he was abusive..."

"Yeah, he was a real piece of work. She was working with me when she met him, and I thought everything was fine... then Keiko started to get more... reserved and detached. She was jumpy and just... wasn't herself." Hawks sighed deeply, rubbing his eyebrows and you squeezed your hands. "She called me one night. Taichi was losing his absolute mind and he would have killed her if I hadn't swooped in when I did."

Your mouth fell open as you stared at Hawks in awe. "You saved her..."

"Bah," Hawks waved you off. "That's my job. I protect the people who need it."

"Still," you said softly, smiling as you reached over and gently grabbed his hand. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have my best friend. Thank you, Hawks, for protecting her."

You squeezed his hand, and he now stared at you in awe, and you swore, his cheeks had turned a slight dusting of pink. He cleared his throat, awkwardly grabbing the papers. "Anyways... let's do this..."

You giggled softly and nodded your head. It took no time at all to go over the messages, taking care of the responses and what not. Thirty minutes later, you were finishing up, ready to leave.

"So, if you and Keiko aren't together... Why the hell were you two making out in the copy room?" Hawks had to ask and your face went hot. How the hell would you explain this to him?!

"Well you see... we weren't making out..." you started, nervously twirling your thumbs. "She kissed me...."

Hawks raised an eyebrow. "O...kay?"

"She wanted to see if you would get jealous..." You had turned your back to him as you told him, knowing you wouldn't be able to face him. "But seeing as you didn't, and it's all water under the bridge, it's all good. Goodnight, Hawks!" You tried to leave quickly, grabbing the door handle. "I have tomorrow off, so I'll---" You tried to open the door, only to have a hand reach from behind you and slam it shut.

You gasped sharply, turning around to face Hawks. You stared straight at him, his sharp golden eyes freezing you on the spot. You gulped. "H-Hawks...?"

"Make me jealous?" he questioned and you gulped again, nodding.

"Y-yeah! Crazy, right?" you asked, forcing a laugh as you blindly reached for the door behind you again. You didn't realize that Hawks was slowly backing you up until your back hit the door and you gulped for a third time.

"And if I was jealous?" Hawks then asked and your breath hitched in your throat. "Then what?"

"I- I... what?" You replied dumbly, unable to move your eyes away from his. His stare was piercing, as if he could see into your soul, and you were honestly ready to bare it all. "No way. I'm just a stupid girl with a cloning quirk and you're... Hawks."

"Keigo," he said immediately and you looked at him confused. "When you're with me, you call me Keigo." He leaned in and you held your breath as he started to whisper in your ear, his voice having gone deep, and it sent shivers down your spine. "Do you think it's funny to make a man jealous like that?" He asked, ending with your name.

"N-no, of course not," you gasped out a reply. "I had no idea... that you would even feel that way..."

"Like I wanted to tear this whole fucking building down."

You gasped again, your breathing coming out in short pants as your heart raced, your skin tingling as his breath warmed against your ear as he spoke. He pulled back, taking in your flustered state, and his eyes darkened.

You had to say something. "P-Please don't tear the building down..."

Hawks smirked and scoffed lightly. "Duh. I haven't fucked you over my desk yet."

Then he stepped back away from you completely, turning away as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. Your legs felt weak.

"G'night. Enjoy your day off."

♡♡♡

A week has passed, and everything was normal. Work was normal, even the villains causing havoc were normal. It was like nothing had happened, and it was driving you absolutely crazy. You twirled your pen in your hand, aware of Keiko giggling in her desk beside you, because she was so entertained by your misery and suffering.

"I'm going to explode," you muttered and Keiko laughed. "How can he be so... so himself?! Like nothing happened?!"

"You are so cute," Keiko hummed, spinning in her chair. "You already know how the boss is. He doesn't let things get to him so easily."

"Yeah, except me getting kissed by anyone other than him, apparently," you said, rolling your eyes.

"Well, he is a man, right?"

"It's just not fair!" You whined. "He can say that, so casually and just go on like nothing, but a week later it still gets me weak in the knees, especially when I have to go into his office. Like.... ugh!" You let out a loud groan before allowing your head to hit the desk with a thump. You were losing your mind.

"Hmm, his desk looks sturdy too," Keiko commented and you could have cried.

"You're not helping!"

"Oh my God," Keiko laughed again at your misery. "You know what else it is? You totally need to get laid, sweetie. You're so strung out." You just groaned again. "It should be easy! You have someone that totally wants you!"

You blushed deeply at that, quickly shaking your head. "No way!" You exclaimed before leaning closer to whisper. You were at work, after all. "He's my boss."

"Which makes this even hotter," Keiko whispered back. "You want him just as bad. Just go for it."

"I... I can't!" You whispered again, shaking your head. "I'm too shy, I..."

"Ahh, so you want him to make the first move? To ravish you, huh?"

Your face burned even hotter at the word 'ravish', seeing as she was 100% right about that. Picturing Hawks coming in and just taking what he wanted from you... made your brain go haywire.

"I'm going to die."

"Not before you check the mail," Keiko said, just as the usual mail delivery man came waltzing into the lobby. You exchanged polite greetings as he handed you a thick pile of envelopes.

You sighed as you looked through them. Most of the mail was junk, until you came upon a rather fancy looking envelope. You stopped, looking at the return address before you stood up from the desk and went over to Hawks' office. You lifted your hand up to knock, stopping yourself with a curse as you suddenly remembered he was being interviewed. You put your hand down, just as the door opened.

"Oh," the man at the door said to you in surprise. He was the interview's assistant. "We just finished. Come inside."

Awkwardly, you stepped inside, finding Hawks talking with a rather pretty looking reporter. He was in his casual wear again, smiling pleasantly at the interviewer. She had hearts in her eyes.

"Thank you so much for taking time to do the interview, Keigo," she said, and Hawks face twitched ever so slightly at her using his name. "We have to do this again sometime? Maybe over drinks?" She put a hand on his arm casually and you blinked as he just looked at her, still smiling.

Your chest felt tight and suddenly, everything was green. Huh.

"Maybe we should," Hawks said easily, gesturing towards his door. "I don't mean to be rude, but my assistant and I have something to work on now."

"Oh, of course!" she said, batting her eyelashes. "Goodbye, Keigo!"

This time you twitched, watching as the reporter and her assistant walked out the office. You blinked a few times, forcing a smile as you faced Hawks, who just let out a very dramatic sigh as he plopped down on his seat.

"Thank fucking God."

"Was it that bad?" You asked as you sat down, surprisingly having not crumbled up the envelope.

"She's a good journalist and interviewer," Hawks answered, rubbing his eyebrows. "But she pushes the boundaries and it bugs me."

"Oh... like when she said your name?" You asked, your tone of voice taking on a slight edge. "She seems to really like you..."

You fiddled with the envelope, looking away from Hawks. He raises his eyebrow at you, any negative feelings he had towards the reporter now gone as he grew amused by you, and the clearly unhappy look on your face.

"Oh... now this is funny," he hummed and you looked at him confused.

"Huh? What is?"

"You're the one that's jealous this time," he said, now grinning as you blushed deeply, your mouth falling open in shock.

"N-no! I'm not!" you instantly denied, though deep down, you knew the truth that you were. Quickly, you slammed the envelope on the desk. "Th-that's from the Green Cross! That's your invitation to the charity ball."

And with that, you shot up to your feet and made a beeline towards the door. Though before you could read it, you were stopped in you tracks by one of Hawks' red feathers blocking your way. You watched it carefully, your breath shuddering softly as it floated to you and gently touched your face. It tickled.

"Now, now, sit back down. It's not fair that I had to bare all my feelings out that day, but you try to hide your own," Hawks said, his tone having a bit of a demand to it. His feather moved down to your chest, and with the strength of a full grown person, it pushed you back towards the chair you were just sitting on. You sat down immediately.

You huffed, the feather now soft again on your skin, it tickling the side of your neck. You twitched, frowning a bit before you huffed again. "Fine, I was jealous," you admitted, turning your head away.

"See? Was that so hard?" he asked, and he was clearly teasing you. You glared at him, making him laugh as he leaned back in his chair. He didn't even touch the envelope yet.

"Are you not going to open that?"

"I will eventually," he answered, tilting his head with a grin. "But let's talk about you being jealous."

Your face heated up considerably and you stuttered. "And so what if I was? I'm only human, so what if I don't like another woman touching the man I like?"

"Oh?" Hawks eyebrows rose and you cursed when you realized what you said. "I'm glad the feeling is mutual."

Your eyebrows rose this time, heart pounding in your chest. "W-well..." you coughed. "Hawks, I-"

"I told you to call me by my name."

"Keigo... I just... I dunno... you spent the whole week acting like nothing happened so... I dunno, I figured it was done with..."

Hawks sighed softly, standing up from his seat so he could circle his desk, sitting back against his desk beside you. He put his hands in his pockets. "Well, it was the best way for me to control myself, if I'm being honest," he started, looking down at you. You could feel his feather moving down to your chest. "Because if not, well... I may have made what I said a week ago into a reality."

Heat rushed through your body, a deep chill going down your spine and right between your legs. You let out a soft gasp, staring at his desk and thinking of all the possibilities. Your mouth opened and closed slowly, before you responded.

"It's not like I'll stop you..."

Hawks brought a hand up to his face, rubbing along his facial hair before he looked down at you again, his gold eyes piercing you deeper than you've ever thought before. You lost your breath.

"Stay after your shift today."

♡♡♡

You were going to puke. You paced back and forth in front of Hawks' office door, officially clocked out for the day and officially freaking the fuck out. He told you to stay after the shift was done... That could only mean one thing, right? With the tension and heat between you...

You knocked on the door, stepping inside when he answered shortly after. You smiled at him as you took him in, and he returned the smile and just about made your heart explode.

"Hey, what kind of food do you like?" he asked, scrolling through his phone. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"Uh... Italian?" You answered unsurely. Hawks clicked around on his phone before putting it away.

"Perfect. Let's go," he said, standing up and quickly checking his jean pockets. He picked up a set of keys before walking towards the door.

"Uh, where are we going?" You asked, following him. He looked back at you and winked.

"Dinner, duh."

Your heart swelled in your chest. "Oh... cool."

You left the agency building, heading towards the parking garage next door, where you approached a rather nice looking black car. He unlocked the door, opening the passenger side door before gesturing to you to sit inside.

"Ma'am."

You laughed and playfully pushed him before climbing inside, Hawks sending you a winning smile before he climbed in the driver's seat, not wasting time before he pulled off out of the parking garage and into the streets.

"This restaurant makes really great food," he started after a moment, glancing over at you, raising his eyebrow at you when he caught you staring. "What?"

"I'm just trying to figure out how your wings fit in here," you answered, tilting your head. He laughed.

"I have my ways~"

"Uh huh," you said with a quirked eyebrow, looking out in front of you. Dinner with Hawks... that seemed quite nice, actually.

There was a comfortable silence as he drove, Hawks having turned up the radio. You bumped your head to the music, appreciating the chill vibe. It calmed you down.

Soon you arrived at the restaurant, Hawks quickly jogging around to open the door for you.

"Ma'am." He grinned at you and you snorted.

"Nerd."

The restaurant honestly looked... less impressive than you thought. Even the street we were on wasn't that busy, and looked a bit run down. You looked at Hawks questionably, and he just gestured towards the restaurant with his head, smiling big. "Don't judge a book by its cover."

"Okay, I'll follow you," you said, following Hawks inside. The inside didn't look any better, run down and dingy. Hawks nodded to a tired looking woman sitting at a rundown counter, not even waiting before walking to the back of the small establishment. He approached the large door, turning to put his hand on your back. He opened the door and gently pushed you through the door.

You were in awe of what you saw, your jaw falling open. The restaurant, in fact, wasn't just a small dingy place... it was attached to a rather extravagant restaurant, connected only with one door.

And the most amazing part, the patrons seemed to be only Pro Heroes.

"What is this...?" You asked in awe, Hawks talking with a hostess before she started to lead you through the tables.

"This is just a place for Pro Heroes to come and have some privacy," Hawks answered, looking back at you. "Who wouldn't like to eat a fancy Italian dinner without the paparazzi hovering over us?"

"Oh... that definitely makes sense," you said softly, looking around. The pro heroes were all dressed nicely, but seemed to be at ease as they ate and chatted with the people they've brought with them. "It looks nice."

"And the food is good too. Thank you." Hawks smiled at the hostess after she led you to a table far away from everyone. It was a small booth perfect for two people, and you sat across from each other.

"Well, I can't wait to try it," you said with an excited grin, picking up the menu. "Thank you, Hawks."

"I told you to call me by my name," Hawks said sharply and you blushed, biting your lip.

"Sorry, Keigo..."

Hawks sighed, taking a sip of water. "Don't worry. By the end of the night, my name will be the only thing you'll be able to say."

He even had the nerve to cast you a bright smile, all while your face heated up as you chugged down some water.

"I'll be looking forward to that..."

The rest of dinner went by smoothly, and you talked throughout the entire time. You told him more about yourself, how you ended up in Japan, and he talked more about his hero work. He didn't really talk a lot about himself, only surface level things... but you were sure you two could get to that stage... hopefully soon.

The food was delicious, and the dessert even better. You couldn't even keep in the satisfied moan that left your mouth as you took a bite of the richest chocolate cake you have ever tasted.

"This is so good. What is it with you and good cake?" You asked him playfully and he shrugged.

"I got good taste." He said, watching you happily eat the rest of your slice. A sense of calm washed over him, his eyes trained on your mouth as you licked off some chocolate icing off your lips. He took in a deep breath, calling over the waitress to ask for the check.

"Oh, I can pay for my meal," you suggested and Hawks just scoffed, pulling out his wallet.

"Don't even think about it." He handed the waitress a black card, ignoring the pout on your face.

A few minutes later, you were walking out of the restaurant and you stretched your arms above your head. "That was great, Keigo, thank you." You turned to him and smiled at him gratefully. "I really like it here."

A touch of pink dusted his cheeks and he coughed, his car beeping as he unlocked it. "Yeah, it's no problem. Get inside, we'll head back to my place now." He opened the passenger door and you froze, your mind whirling at 100mph. You weren't dumb, you knew exactly where this was going, especially with the many not so innocent comments he's made. Your skin started to tingle.

Hawks said your name and you looked at him, eyes wide. He stared back at you. "You good?"

"Y-Yeah," you managed to answer, climbing into the car. Hawks closed the door and went around to get into the driver's seat. A minute later, he drove off.

The tension was thick, your palms sweaty as you squeezed them in your lap. You glanced over at Hawks, and he looked very relaxed as he drove, his eyes trained on the road. He glanced at you, his lips curling up just a bit. "Nervous?" he asked.

"No!" You answered a bit too loudly and he chuckled softly, the sound going right to your pussy. You almost groaned.

"You're so damn cute," he hummed, just as he stopped at a red light. He turned his head to face you. "I can either take you back to your car, or go to my place," he said, his gold eyes keeping you rooted to the seat. "Make your pick. And know, once you do, that's it."

You gulped, staring at Hawks with your mouth fallen open. He was undeniably handsome, rugged and just fucking hot. God, you wanted him so badly, it almost hurt. You didn't know why you were hesitating so much, it was clear he wanted the same thing. What were you so scared of?

"I want to go home with you," you found yourself saying, and Hawks' mouth twitched just a bit. The light turned green and he started to drive again.

"Alright," he said cooly, staring ahead. Now the tension was really thick, Hawks' now laser focused. He had one hand on the steering wheel, the other falling to your bare, plush thigh. You had worn another dress to work today... and thank God you did because feeling his touch on your skin was phenomenal.

His hand felt rough, probably from all the work he's done over the years. It also felt strong... You pressed your lips together tightly, trying not to move too much in the seat as he drove.

Then he started to move his thumb back and forth and you could have died. You shivered, goosebumps forming on your skin. You stole a glance at him, and he was smirking to himself. You hated that he seemed so calm, while you were almost bursting at the seams.

You couldn't have gotten to his place fast enough. Hawks lived in a nice apartment building, with an attached parking garage. After parking, he led you to his apartment on the top floor, as cool as a cucumber as he led you from the elevator down the hall. It was maddening how he casually unlocked his door, gesturing for you to step in first before following behind you. You stood in the foyer, looking around as you slipped off your shoes. You heard the door close behind you, followed by the click of a lock.

The hairs stood up on the back of your neck, Hawks' presence behind you making your heart hammer. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck, feel his movement as he gently grabbed your arms, leaning in slightly to whisper in your ear. "Are you okay?"

You gulped and nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay," you answered softly, keeping still as he slowly rubbed your arms up and down.

"You don't have to be nervous," he then said, grabbing your hand. He led you through his apartment, taking you to his bedroom. "I'll take care of you."

You audibly groaned at that, squeezing his hand tightly. "It's not fair," you whined. "You seem so unbothered while I feel like I'm going to burst out of my skin."

Hawks laughed at that, turning around to face you before he grabbed your hips. "Like I told you earlier, I have to control myself around you."

"And what if I don't want you to do that?" You asked him, body tingling as he pulled you close to him. You grabbed the front of his shirt, looking right at him. "I want you to just... let it go. I can handle it. I've been holding onto this heat for so long, it's driving me crazy..."

Hawks' gold eyes were growing darker by the second as you spoke, their gazes settling on your lips. "Yeah? You can handle it?"

"Yeah," you answered breathlessly, your bodies getting closer than ever. Hawks moved his face towards yours, eyes going from your lips to your heated eyes. He hesitated just before your lips could touch, and you were close to throwing a tantrum.

Until he did kiss you, and the world around you seemed to freeze as fire erupted inside of you. Your knees had gone weak, but Hawks easily held you up against him as he kissed you. It was a bit slow at first, hesitant and experimental, as if you two were trying to get a feel for each other. You breathed heavily when you pulled away, panting as you stared at each other, eyes blown and faces flushed.

The tension finally was enough to snap the cord, and the next kiss you shared was hot, feverish and full of the unspoken lust and need that festered between you. Hawks cupped your face in his hands, holding you still as he ravaged your mouth, easily pushing his tongue into it. You groaned deeply, trying to keep up with him, your arms wrapping around his neck.

Pulling away, he started to kiss down your neck, biting and sucking on the skin here and there, making you gasp and moan softly as you began to yank in his shirt. "More... I need more," you gasped, and Hawks grabbed your face, pressing another kiss to your lips.

"Then I'll give you more," he rasped out against your face before he stepped back, carefully removing his shirt so as not to disturb his wings. He tossed his shirt to the floor before grabbing you to kiss you again, this time pushing you towards his large bed. You sat down on the edge of it, looking up at Hawks when he cupped your chin in his hand.

"You're so pretty," he whispered, unashamed as he so openly ogled at you, your chest heaving, your legs bare as your dress had pushed up a bit when you sat down. "I've wanted you for a long fucking time. Having you work for me has been a blessing and a curse. I get to see that pretty face, but couldn't fuck you in the supply room like I've fantasized about."

His thumb had moved to rub on your lip and you grabbed his wrist as you sucked that thumb into your mouth. You licked it softly with your tongue, registering the words he said. They just made you even more turned on. "Well... I think I'm better than a fuck in the supply room," you started, gently kissing the palm of his hand before smiling. "At least be a gentleman and fuck me in the backseat of your car."

Hawks groaned loudly, rubbing his face as you started to rub on his chest, loving his tan skin and muscles. "You are going to kill me," he groaned again. "Lay down in the middle of the bed."

Nodding, you did so, pushing yourself back until you were lying down. It took a second for Hawks to join you, pushing himself between your legs on his knees. You couldn't help but blush as he rubbed on your legs and thighs, your dress now pushed all the way up, he could see your panties. He licked his lips slowly, spreading your legs open until he was able to see just exactly how turned on you were.

"Nooo," you whined, covering your face in embarrassment. "Don't look at me like that..."

"Ahh, come on babe," Hawks said with a laugh, and then you felt something soft wrap around both your wrists. Your wrists were then pinned down on either side of your head. "Don't hide your face from me." Hawks' feathers were pinning your wrists down. You shuddered in delight as you tried to free your wrists, and failed.

"Hawks..." you whispered softly, and he just sighed deeply, rubbing his face with one hand before dragging it down to cover his mouth, so only his narrow eyes were shown.

"I said, to only call me by my fucking name when you're with me." Then he leaned over until his mouth was pressed against your ear. "We'll just have to do something about that, won't we? I did say my name will be the only thing you'll be able to say, didn't I?"

You gulped, heart pounding with anticipation. You slowly licked your lips, breathing a bit heavily as you watched him pull back up on his knees, unbutton his pants before he started on getting your dress off.

Your wrists were free so you helped him, tossing the dress to the floor just as he pressed his face right against your bare chest. "God, your tits are perfect," he mumbled, cupping your breasts in his large hands. He started to leave kisses on your chest while he massaged them, making you moan as he would tease your nipples with his fingers.

Then he would pinch one, making you squeal from the pain, only for him to suck a nipple into his mouth to soothe it. You were a mess, running your fingers through his already messy hair and moaning as he continued to massage and lick your breasts. Soon, he started to slowly kiss down, squeezing your soft stomach as he kissed it, grabbing onto your thighs as he reached your panties.

He hooked his thumbs into your panties, pulling them down, and before you could cover your face again, his voice rang out.

"Hey, what did I say?"

Your hands fell to your side, and the next two words out of his mouth had you ascending into space.

"Good girl."

You whimpered, biting your lip as he finished pulling off your panties, leaving you completely naked. "Keigo, please..." you said softly, clenching the bedsheets. "I need you..."

"I know, babe," he answered, his gold eyes savoring every inch of your exposed body that was laid out so perfect for him. He rubbed at the tent in his pants, groaning at just how uncomfortable he was starting to feel just by how turned on he was. "God, I wanna fuck you so bad."

"Then do it!" You finally snapped. "God, Keigo, all this week I've just been wanting you to fuck my brains out, fold me like a fucking lawn chair and break me into a billion pieces." You were panting now, staring at the man with dark, heated eyes, your lips trembling. "So please, I want your cock before I fucking die."

...

"You know," he started after a beat of silence, getting off of the bed completely and you closed your eyes, almost dreading what he was going to say. You heard rustling and then the pad of his footsteps. "I wanted to take things a bit slow, ya know? It's our first time together. I wanted to eat you out, maybe have you suck my dick, get the juices flowin'."

Then, you felt a strong grip on your ankle and you yelped when you were suddenly pulled down to the edge of the bed. You pushed yourself up on your elbows, and Hawks was standing there, absolutely naked. Only thing he had on was his watch and gold chain. He slowly stroked his cock, and you almost drooled at the sight of it.

"But fuck that. You wanna get fucked? Fine by me, you've no idea how many times I fantasized about you screaming my name as I fucked this tight pussy of yours." He pressed his fingers against your clit, rubbing it in tight circles and making you cry out from the immediate pleasure as you fell on your back.

"We can start the romantic shit later. Right now, I'm claiming this pussy." He leaned over you, still rubbing on your clit while he kissed you hotly. You clung onto him for dear life, just his fingers making your mind go hazy as he slowly slipped two of them inside you. It felt so good, but it wasn't enough. You needed more of him. But he just slowly started to finger you, stretching his fingers, and the part of your brain that wasn't already fucked out was grateful he still wanted to take the time to get you ready for him.

Though it honestly didn't last long, since you pulled away from the kiss, which made him growl at you.

"Stay fucking still."

"Please, just fuck me..." you moaned softly, prepared to beg at this point. "Keigo, please..."

He groaned himself, pulling his fingers out of you. His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as he used his tongue to clean you off his fingers. "I definitely have to eat you out next time, my God..." he mumbled to himself, fixing himself between your legs with your ass pretty much hanging off the edge of the bed. "You ready? I'm gonna go right in."

You frantically nodded your head. "Yes, please! Keigo I ne- Oh fuck!" In one quick thrust, Hawks pushed his cock deep inside of you, your gasps coming out simultaneously before you cursed. Tears stung at your eyes from the stretch, your breaths coming out in pants as you adjusted to how full you felt. You loved it.

"So... fucking tight..." Hawks gasped, bracing himself up with his hands on either side of you. He looked down at you, taking in your teary, blissed out face and he leaned down, kissing you deeply. "You feel so fucking good..."

"...please..." you pleaded weakly. "I need you..."

"Shit..." Hawks cursed, slowly pulling back, making you both groan, before he pushed himself back in. He fucked you slowly at first, wanting you to adjust, but as he continued, his thrusts came faster, and had become stronger, your moans getting louder.

Words couldn't explain how amazing you felt, the drag of his heavy cock inside of you sending you to heaven, his breath would fan across your face, his cool chain rubbing on your chest with every thrust he made. Your entire body burned with desire, your hands weakly holding onto Hawks' sides as he continued to fuck you.

"Shit... God, what the fuck..." Hawks cursed and moaned, sweat forming on his forehead. He was in rapture, your tight walls squeezing around him driving him crazy. His hands clenched onto the bed sheets tightly, though his arms almost gave out when your hands slowly moved to a very, very, sensitive place.

His wings.

All you did was caress where his wings came out from his back when he froze, still inside you as his eyes glossed over, his mouth falling open in a strangled gasp. Blinking, you slowly stroked that same spot again, and you felt him twitch inside you, another strangled gasp leaving his mouth. It was when you did it a third time that he snatched both your wrists up with one hand, pinning them above your head as he growled in your face.

"You're going to kill me," he said, using his feathers to keep your wrists pinned down. Now free to use his hands, he grabbed your legs, pushing them up over his shoulders, your feet in the air as he started fucking you again. Hard. "God, your pussy is perfect,"

"Keigo..." you moaned his name, the new position making him fuck you deeper, harder. You were completely at his mercy now, him now spurred by whatever happened when you touched his wings. He was more fierce now, all grunts and growls as he drove his cock into you repeatedly, making you call out his name like a mantra as tears formed in your eyes from the pleasure. "Keigo, please... please, I'm gonna cum..."

You were almost there, the heat in your belly getting stronger. The bed was creaking, skin slapping against skin. Hawks grabbed you roughly by your hair, kissing you sloppily as he fucked into you again and again and again.

"C'mon babe, cum for me," he whispered against your lips, keeping his forehead pressed to yours, maintaining eye contact. You couldn't look away even if you wanted to. "Cum, I wanna feel your pussy squeeze around my dick."

"Keigo..."

"Fucking cum, baby. Scream my name and cum," he reached down with his free hand, roughly rubbing on your clit as he growled. "Fucking cum."

"Keigo!" You screamed out his name one more time before your vision turned white, your orgasm washing over you with a force that knocked the breath outta you. You clung onto him, breaking down into sobs as wave after wave of pleasure hit you from the top of your head down to your toes.

"Keigo... Keigo please..." you cried, Hawks still fucking into you through your orgasm.

"Yes... yes, baby, just like that. I'm gonna cum too..." He was breathless, his thrusts coming in frantic and messy. "Can I cum in you, baby? Fill that pussy up? I want you to milk me, baby, fuck, fuck, you feel so good."

"Yes! Yes please!" You cried, now hit with that strong over sensitivity but you didn't care, you wanted him to keep fucking you, and he did, until he finally hit his orgasm, blowing his load right inside of you as he let out a loud, gutteral moan. It was enough to make you cum a second time, and you swore you went to heaven for a moment.

Soon, you fell into a heap on the bed, and you wrapped your arms around Hawks, accepting his body weight on top of you. There was no better feeling in the world. But you knew you had to let go eventually, so you did and he rolled off of you after carefully pulling out.

"Are you okay?" he asked while lying down next to you, breathing heavily as he covered his eyes with his forearm.

"Hmm," you hummed softly, eyes closed as you regained your breath. "I'm absolutely wonderful..."

You cranked open an eye to look at him. Hawks had a lazy smile on his face, looking very satisfied. You yawned soon after and he just chuckled softly, pushing himself up. "Let's clean up and get to bed."

You nodded slowly, pausing when you felt him kiss your temple. "You should totally call into work tomorrow." From what you remembered, Hawks had off, but you still had to go do some office work.

But Hawks clearly had other plans. He smiled at you, his eyes still full of carnal heat and desire. "Because you're not leaving my bed at all."

-End

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#hawks x reader #hawks smut #mha x reader #mha smut #keigo takami smut #yeehaw #i wrote this in two days lmfao #enjoy it

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axailslink · 1 year

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Hi!!! I hope you’re well! I was wondering if I could request a Shuri x Black Fem! X reader where the reading is having a panic attack and is worried that she is bothering Shuri with it, and Shuri comforts her? Angst but then Fluff and kisses at the end if possible?

Baby I'm right here

Shuri Udaku x black FEM reader

Summary: The reader experiences a panic attack due to the recent death of a friend Shuri does her best comfort her.

You've locked yourself in the bathroom to try and stop the incoming panic attack you don't want Shuri to see you so vulnerable. Your body's slightly shaking, you feel nauseated and dizzy as you try to get your breathing back together. "Sithandwa sam (my darling) you're scaring me please don't lock yourself away from me Yintoni engalunganga? (What's wrong?)" You pant as you sit with your back pressed against the door "I'm fine go to sleep Shuri" Shuri shakes her head and continues shaking the door handle "you know I won't go to sleep until you're okay "singadlula yonke into kunye" (we can get through everything together) you told me that don't shut me out when you need my help." You don't want to shut her but you just don't want to bother her she was happy you don't want to ruin her happiness she rarely gets to smile much anymore. You reach up and open the door scooting to the other side of the floor never really getting up Shuri opens the door slowly and drops to the floor when she sees you almost in tears. Shuri cradles you into her arms "I'm here I'm here I know what happened it's a lot to take in but I'm not going anywhere I'm by your side just like you were when...T'Challa passed." You sniffle as you grab into her arms tightly your shaking body latching on to her afraid she might let go. "Please don't leave me I can't be alone all I think about is him why'd he leave me? He said he'd be around for years and years to come. He was supposed to be at my wedding." Shuri almost bursts into tears herself your words are hitting a bit too close to home reminding her of her exact thoughts when T'Challa passed. "Death is not the end you know this" she takes your hands kissing them both and holding them to her chest "he's watching you right now and he'd want nothing more than for you to cry get it all out but only this time because he'd say-" you smile already knowing what she's going to say as she clears her throat "I didn't raise no punk you better suck that shit up" you laugh lightly through the sobs at Shuri's little country accent and shake your head "he would say that wouldn't he?" She nods and holds you closer to her your body finally lets up on the shaking but your breathing is still a bit ragged, you still feel nauseated and dizzy. Shuri places both her hands on your face gently wiping at your tears with her thumbs and waits until you finally look at her. She's heartbroken by the scene in front of her your eyes are puffy and red your nose is the same lips swollen. She wonders how long you had been like this before she woke but shakes her head off that thought as she smiles at you. "Reel yourself back here you're in your head too much right now you're in our home in our bathroom come on. Breathe for me" you do as directed taking shaky deep breaths "hm a bit more breathe all your problems out with those deep breaths come on" you continue this for about two minutes before finally just laying your face on her chest. "I'm tired now" she smiles "I know but you need water and something sweet will ice cream do?" You smile and nod as you get up and look at the mirror smile fading as you look at your unsightly state but Shuri notices and wraps her arm around you. "Nope don't do that you look fine no one looks good when they just wake up." She pulls you to the bedroom and closes the bathroom door.

As you sit on the edge of your shared bed she stops at the door and smiles at you "I bet I can race you to the vanilla first" you smile "no you can't" "want to bet?" You can see her about to take off but you grab a pillow and smack her with it as you race down to the kitchen. She laughs as you obviously get the upper hand and grabs the tub of ice cream she follows behind taking the tub from your fingers and kissing your forehead. You close your eyes as she does so smiling to yourself at her warmth for you "can I get a real kiss?" She smiles and places the ice cream on the counter "of course" she places her cold hand on your bare back causing you to jump but that doesn't stop neither of you as you close the space between you two. Your leg wraps around hers pulling her closer to you.

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You two share a massive bowl of ice cream before returning to bed Shuri has always been able to make you laugh but tonight she did more than that she showed you how much you could depend on her. Shuri's more than a girlfriend to you she's your whole life. You feel a cold kiss on your cheek and turn your attention to her "are you even watching the movie?" You smile because she already knows the answer "no."

A/n: unedited just try a post when I'm not braiding. I'm very well dear and I hope you enjoy this I added a bit of a plot @lonely-chick

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yourchemicallyimbalancedromance · 6 months

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Comfort At It’s Finest

Prompt: Virgil has a special blanket that sits carefully folded in the closet and only comes out after really bad days, when he needs it the most. It’s the blanket for huddling up and hiding under the bed, it’s the blanket for taking an almost-involuntary nap after the third panic attack of the day, it’s the blanket for pretending the world is less than sixty-four cubic feet in its entirety and has borders of fabric. It’s the blanket for retreating from a dumpster fire to cry himself to sleep.

It’s a blanket he got from Thomas, before he was accepted.

(Credit to @sleepyvirgilprompts for this idea which you can find here<3)

Ship: none? Unless you count this as platonic Thomxiety but I’m not sure, I don’t really see it that way.

CW/TW: panic attacks, swearing, unsympathetic Roman, unsympathetic Janus, sympathetic Logan.

Summary: Virgil locks himself in his room after the sides start fighting again, something about how almost all of them were holding Thomas back? He didn’t know, he didn’t care, he just wanted to feel okay again.

(Halloween has brought up some…odd and negative feelings, to put it lightly, so this is my way of dealing with that<3)

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Virgil couldn’t take it anymore; The shouting, the insults. He slumped against his door and covered his ears, breathing as if he had just run a marathon, trying desperately to remember the breathing techniques Logan had taught him. What was it? In for four out for…five? Fuck. He couldn’t remember, nothing he was thinking made sense, nothing in general, made sense. Everything was so loud and he couldn’t stop trembling no matter how hard he tried. He held his legs down with his palms and they seemed to stop shaking until he let go, all the built up energy making his attack worse than before. It was no use.

This was the third time they’d fought this week.

It was Thursday.

His hands didn’t muffle all the sound, however; he heard every single thing the others were saying in the commons; it was as if a megaphone had been held up to his door.

“well maybe if you weren’t such an asshole I would have t-“ Roman was cut off by..Janus?

“I’m the asshole?! I’m not the one who’s so deeply insecure that they have to project their shit onto others” he screamed.

The house fell deadly silent apart from Virgil’s heavy breathing. He could hear his heart in his ears. He wanted to go home, he was home, but this didn’t feel like what you would call a home.

“Fuck you, Janus. There’s a reason Thomas didn’t accept you for years.” Roman finally said, from the sound of it, through gritted teeth.

He heard someone stomp a few feet near his room, open a door, and slam it. Virgil froze, the sudden noise sending shock waves through his body.

he wanted everything to stop; the loudness, the insults, the fights, the slamming of doors, the stomping, the yelling, the anxiety, he wanted to be held and told he was safe, he wanted to go home, he wanted-

His tearful eyes drifted over to his closet to see a weighted blanket neatly folded and shoved into the back where no one but him could find it.

His blanket.

He pushed himself up off of the ground, a hand against the wall so he wouldn’t fall due to tremors in his legs. He reached up and grabbed it, letting it fall onto him, nearly causing him to fall to the floor.

The blanket was soft; light, but heavy enough to weigh on you a little. It was checkered black and white with little ghosts on every other patch. He eased up just the smallest bit at the sight of it. Thomas had given him this after the ‘My NEGATIVE Thinking’ video.

He quickly fell on to his bed, holding the blanket to his chest. it smelled of cinnamon and honey. Virgil had forgotten how in the worst of moments, if he pulled out his blanket, it would immediately default to any scent of his choice; subconsciously, he had chosen cinnamon. It reminded him of better times, happier times. How he and Patton had baked cinnamon rolls a few months after he was accepted, the smell of sugary sweetness wafting through the air.

The slight hint of honey reminded him of his first panic attack in front of the light sides, how he had curled into himself on the couch, silent tears escaping his eyes, face hot and red, unable to breathe, to speak, to move. Logan had helped him through it.

“Breathe in for four seconds,” he had said, inhaling, crouched down in front of him. “Hold it for seven seconds” he paused and waited for Virgil to follow his lead, and once he did he continued, “out for eight seconds.” He exhaled.

Virgil was so embarrassed that Logan had seen him like that that he proceeded to apologize profusely. “God, that was— I’m so, so sorry, I don’t know what that was, well I do, I think? It’s never been that bad I just—“

“That was what is known as a severe panic attack, Virgil. I take it you’ve never had one to that extent before?” His eyes were kind, caring, behind his glasses.

Virgil just shook his head, he didn’t know what to say, he felt that if he tried to talk the only words he would be able to say would be “I’m sorry” over and over again.

“I see. Say, do you like honey? Maybe lemon?” He had asked

Virgil nodded, and before he could stop him, Logan had begun making Honey and Lemon tea. Something about how “it’s very calming and quite good as well” he had said.

Virgil hadn’t noticed his eyes drift closed but he didn’t feel the need to force them back open. The sharpness of the house felt dimmer, quieter; as if they were sizzling into a low hum, something waiting to pounce again. He was too fatigued to worry about it, even though something in his gut told him to stay alert, something was bound to happen again, he didn’t listen, just readjusted positions under the warmth of the blanket.

He needed to say thank you to Thomas later.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #ts virgil #virgil sanders #logan sanders #ts logan #roman sanders #ts roman #ts janus #janus sanders #unsympathetic Janus #unsympathetic Roman #slight thomxiety?#idk lol I don’t really consider it that but eh #slight angst #slight fluff as well?#not extremely proud of this one but proud nonetheless #I totally didn’t write this while laying under my weighted blanket /sarc /j

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baek-at-it-again95 · 1 year

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Walk The Plank (KHJ x fem reader)

Chapter 13: Cyberpunk

You had grown up hearing tales about the infamous pirate crew ATEEZ—the fearless, power-hungry men that roamed the seas in search of the most valuable treasure they could lay their hands on. You almost didn’t believe the stories your mother had told you as a child...not until you wound up on their ship

Warnings for this chapter: violence, weapons, blood, injury, panic attack, one curse word?

A/N: hello lovies! my gosh, thank you for all the love on the Yunho fic I posted yesterday! it has been so nice to write more than usual, since this past week was my spring break <3 I hope you enjoy :)

Previous: Chapter 12, Masterlist

Chapter 13: Cyberpunk

Your blood runs cold as the Guardian looks at you.

No, it can't be looking at you. It's not like you can see its face beneath the mask. You duck back down into the barrel that Mingi and Yunho continue to carry, bringing it over near the steps to the quarter deck. As they set you down, you peek out to the land again.

The Guardian is closer, on a straight path to your ship.

You gasp, grabbing onto Yunho. "It's coming." He quickly helps you out of your hiding place. Mingi looks to where you're both facing and curses under his breath.

"You've got to be kidding me. Lift the gangplank!" he orders. The crew scurries around to do as they're told.

"What is all this abo-" Hongjoong emerges from his cabin, eyes meeting yours in the panic. The crew has lifted the plank hastily, but your ship still happens to be very close to the dock. If this Guardian thing can travel across universes...it's likely it can find a way to get onto your ship. "Is everyone on board?" Hongjoong shouts.

"No Captain, San and Yeosang have not returned!" A crew mate answers. Hongjoong runs his hand through his hair before grabbing the cutlass from his belt.

"Be prepared to fight. We cannot leave until everyone is on board." You almost feel dizzy as the Guardian approaches, your heart beating faster and faster. There's only one, right? You can hold it off until the others get back.

"Shit, Wooyoung, go get San and Yeosang," Mingi growls. "They can't be far." Hongjoong nods, approving the command.

"Aye," Wooyoung replies, running to the forecastle deck. He uses a rope to lower himself near the water before jumping in, swimmingly quickly past the docks and to the land.

The Guardian doesn't pay any mind to him as it stops at the end of the dock. It kneels onto one leg, and for a moment, it stays eerily still. Then it launches into the air unlike anything you've ever seen. Its hands slam onto the railing of the ship, a force so great you feel the deck sway beneath your feet.

And then everything turns to chaos.

Multiple crew members open fire on the Guardian as it lifts itself onto the deck. A few bullets pierce its white armored garments, but it seems unaffected as it stands to its full stature.

Others rush in with their cutlasses, attempting to puncture any weaknesses in its armor, but it proves useless. With a few swings of its arms, it knocks your crew mates to the ground.

Left unarmed and vulnerable, you race to grab anything to defend yourself. You spot a disregarded musket to your right and snatch it from the ground, turning just as the Guardian knocks down another wave of crew mates. It launches at you and you make an attempt to shoot at its arm, but it only sends the musket flying back down to the deck where it came. It grabs you, throwing you over its shoulder without any sign of weakness after the attacks on it.

You scream, helplessly clawing to remove the grip that the Guardian has on you.

Just when you are about to give up, one final push gets you out of its arms, the fabric of your dress tearing as you fall to the ground. Adrenaline courses through you, allowing you to jump up and get to the quarter deck. You hadn't been sure of the Guardian's intelligence until you watch it pick up a cutlass from an unconscious crewmate. Fear courses through your veins like ice, a chill running down your spine.

"Wooyoung has returned with the others. Lower the gangplank again!" You hear someone shout. Now there will be less people defending as they take up the task.

Hongjoong takes position between you and the Guardian, his own cutlass at the ready. A gun shot from Mingi strikes the Guardian in the leg and its step falters, finally showing some sort of reaction. But it's not enough to stop it as it swings the cutlass out at Hongjoong. He uses his own to block it, blades clashing together as they duel. Hongjoong puts up a good fight, dodging and attacking every chance he gets. As Hongjoong takes a stab at its already weakened leg, the Guardian swings at his hand. Hongjoong's cutlass clatters across the deck, curses coming from his lips. You notice the handle of it is stained red and look back to Hongjoong, his good hand now wounded.

"Hongjoong!" You gasp, running down the steps to the main deck, too overwhelmed with emotion to think straight. Overwhelmed with rage that this thing is trying to take you away from your crew. Overwhelmed with anxiety that they'll never leave you alone. Because of this, your irrational thoughts take over. "Hey!" you exclaim. "Am I who you who want?" you shout.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Hongjoong hisses, eyes wide as he cradles his hand to his chest. You can't bring yourself to answer him, turning your attention to the Guardian who now has full attention on you.

"Well? Am I?" you shout, breaths ragged as your heart pounds in your chest. It lunges towards you.

"Y/N!" A force pushes you back, sending you backwards over the railing of the ship. You have no time to process what's happening.

"Are you okay?" you hear. You can't form a response as you struggle for air, not sure what's going on. You don't think you're underwater... "Y/N!" Hongjoong—no, the one that's not your Hongjoong, is above you, his hands on your shoulders. "It's okay, just breathe slowly. Look at me." You focus on his face, trying to control your breathing like he says. When you finally calm down, you sit upright from what you now realize is the floor. A cold, solid, gray floor.

"What happened?" you choke out.

"Oh, I don't know, you were about to die. When I realized what you were doing, I grabbed the Cromer, hoping that when I made contact with you, it would get you out of there. And it did." He holds the Cromer, tucking it into the inside of his coat as you listen to what he tells you.

"What?" you ask in shock, clamping your jaw angrily.

"As I said, you were—"

"And what exactly does this do for us?" You cut him off, your memory of the situation flooding back to you. Your Captain had been hurt. You ran to allow the Guardian to just take you and leave him alone. And then this man came and pushed you over the railing of the ship in an attempt to save you that might not have even worked. "Now the Guardian is stuck on our ship." Your breathing begins to speed up again as your feelings of anger rearise.

"It saves us," the man in front of you says through clenched teeth. "Y/N, I need you to calm down. The Guardian won't take or kill anyone on that ship. Its mission is to be after us. Once we're gone, it will do nothing but search for us again." You put your head in your hands, stressed beyond belief.

"Now what?" you whisper. "Where even are we?"

"I think I have an idea," he replies, looking out the window and out to the dark skies beyond it. "This is some version of Sector One." You lift your head, rushing to the large windows that take up the expanse of three walls.

"This place?" you ask. "But...I have never seen anything like it. The Sector One that I was at mere days ago does not look like this." Your eyes travel up the large, strange buildings that tower across the land. Smoke rises from a few of the buildings in the distance. It's then that you notice that you are not on the ground, but a level much too high for your comfort. You stumble backwards, never having experienced such a feeling before. You stumble until your back bumps into Hongjoong's chest and you spin around, ever so slightly disappointed to remember that this is not your captain. You miss him already, fearful of what he must be thinking. You hope he's not worried about you...and you pray the world does not have to put up with his wrath until he finds you.

"It is similar to my universe's Sector One...but I cannot be sure it is the exact one. We will just have to find out. Come." Even the way he speaks begins to remind you of your beloved captain. You shake your head at the thought. It's not him. I don't really know this man, you think, observing his two perfect eyes and two good hands. "Y/N." He pulls you out of your thoughts and you follow him to the exit. The room is completely barren, void of anything but the windows that look out to the unfamiliar land. Is this what most worlds look like? Years from now, will yours look like this?

"We have to expect anything and everything, so stay close. We might even need to find some clothing to blend in." You're suddenly very conscious of the torn fabric that exposes your lower legs.

"Okay," you mumble. He surveys the area outside the doorway before pulling you out. The building is shaped like a square with an opening at the center, and it looks completely abandoned. Water floods the bottom floor, and plants grow everywhere they can. A lot of the railings around the center opening have been broken and hang haphazardly from where you imagine they once stood straight. "Oh my..."

"Here," Hongjoong says, stopping in front of a large flight of stairs. You look at the steps nervously, the railings demolished and debris everywhere. He takes your hand gently. "Let's go, slowly."

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It feels like you've been walking forever before reaching the center of what Hongjoong calls the city. The people here seem reserved, keeping to themselves as they go about.

You glance around the streets, shivering at the strange feeling of it. Everything is foreign to you—every material and every sound. Scanning over the strange shops through windows, nothing catches your eye that would help you blend in. You don't have any money anyway, so how could you?

As you make it to the end of the street, a gust of wind blows a piece of paper off of a lamp post nearby. It flutters to your feet, turned upside down.

When you pick it up, your heart sinks.

Wanted: Kim Hongjoong

>>chapter 14

#kim hongjoong #kim hongjoong x reader #ateez x reader #ateez reader insert #ateez au #ateez pirate au #hongjoong x reader #ateez #ateez fanfic #park seonghwa #song mingi #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #halateez

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agirlwithdemonblood · 1 year

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Celebrity Next Door - Chapter 18

Pairings: Jensen Ackles & Reader (Read as first person!)

Series Summary: Moving to a new location is difficult but living next to somebody you’d never expect to meet, and catching feelings? That’s damn near impossible to comprehend.

Chapter Summary: New house, new memories, new life.

Warnings: Slight angst, comfort, anxieties, flashbacks, buuuut lots of sexxxy smut so enjoy! ;)

Series Masterlist here! Main masterlist here!

Texas, here we come.

I was nervous, anxious and scared to move, to finally take this step but ever since last night's events, I’ve never been more excited. We told the kids this morning and their reactions were better than we thought they where going to be. Katie was excited to have an “endless sleepover” and constant tea parties, and Kevin just seemed… happy. Genially happy. He even hugged his dad which was a shock.

We all said goodbye to my family at the house. I didn’t really want a goodbye at the airport after last night, even though I’ve forgiven most of them. I just wanted to start this new chapter with my new family, just us.

We arrived in Texas later that afternoon, dropped the kids off back at their mom's, and headed to our new home, together. I was excited and happy, Jensen seemed to be also, but there was something bothering him beneath the surface and I couldn’t figure out what it was.

I gave him time and patience as we unloaded all our luggage from the car and brought it to our new bedroom. He was trying really hard to keep up the happy guy act, but his smile wasn’t as bright, his eyes looked worried and concerned like he was scared to say whatever he wanted to.

After our clothes were put away, I crossed the room to where he was sitting on the bed. I sat in between his legs, facing him. My hand moved to his cheek and he grinned while he rested against it. “You doing okay?” I questioned lightly.

He sighed and nodded before his gaze looked to the floor. “Sort of.”

“What’s going on?”

He stood slowly as his hands ran through his hair, “I don’t want to ruin today by complaining about my stuff honey, it’s okay I’m good.”

I shook my head and stood with him, grabbing his hand in mine. “You're not ruining anything, what’s wrong?”

He shook his head and turned towards me, hands on my arms. “I just.. fuck it’s so stupid.” He paused to laugh at himself, “I thought I’d come home with you and the house would be fresh, but I can’t get it out of my head.”

I tilted my head in confusion before I realized what he meant. “The stuff that happened between you and Danneel?”

He nodded sadly.

I hugged him tight and my heart broke for him. I could understand that, the triggers, flashbacks of events that occurred. I wouldn’t ever blame him.

He lifted his head to face me and frowned, “I’m sorry. It’s not fair, this is your first day in our home and I’m ruining it with my own shit.”

I shook my head, “No, you're not. The last time you’ve really lived here was chaotic and hard on you, I get that.”

He sighed and sat back on the edge of the bed, “I don’t understand. I’m over what happened, but for some reason ever since I’ve walked in here my chest is tight and I feel like I’m going to have a panic attack.”

I nodded and sat beside him, holding his hand tightly in mine. “It’s a trigger. A flashback. You might have forgiven and moved on but it’s hard to forget the pain you’ve been through, especially when you return to the scene where the pain occurred in the first place.”

His hands moved to his hair as he ran his fingers through them, his breathing a little heavier than usual. I moved close, my hand against his back and my mouth by his ear. “Hey, you're okay Jensen, just take a deep breath.”

He nodded and took a shaky breath in before exhaling deep. He kept it up, holding the breath in and then slowly pushing out until I felt his shoulders relax a bit.

I smiled when his head turned towards me, a weak grin spread across his face. “Thank you honey.”

Shaking my head, I kissed him gently. “Don’t need to thank me. I’m here.”

A few hours had passed and Jensen was in a better mood, we unpacked more stuff, it didn’t take long considering I didn’t have much but Jensen ordered new bed sheets, new blankets, basically anything that was shared with Daneel was replaced.

I didn’t mind either way. I mean, it was thoughtful and kind, but I knew it was mainly for himself. Starting fresh. That’s what we both needed.

And that’s when a thought crossed my mind. A dirty, hot, and exciting thought. Maybe we needed to replace the memories here, give eachother a memory that we can hold onto forever.

Jensen was in the kitchen putting away the dishes when I escaped to the bedroom, changing into the only piece of lingerie I owned, and internally thanking myself for buying it even when I thought I’d never use it.

I never wore something like this before, there was never a chance and my body confidence wasn’t strong enough to show it off, but tonight I was determined to give Jensen an image he wouldn’t soon forget.

I pulled on the black and pink laced bra and tightened it before sliding on the matching pink thong. The fishnets were next and I cursed at whoever created such a difficult piece of clothing for women.

When I was dressed, I looked in the mirror and blew out a breath.

Even without the confidence, I knew Jensen was going to be blown away by my outfit choice.

When I came back into the kitchen, Jensen's back was turned towards me and I smiled nervously. I cleared my throat and Jensen turned his head slightly but not enough to see me.

“Doing good honey?” He questioned.

I laughed lightly and leaned against the counter to give him a nice view if he would ever turn around. “Yeah I’m good. I’ll be better in a few minutes.”

He chuckled, “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

This time I laughed loudly and shook my head. “Well, if you’d ever turn around you’d know.”

He tossed the towel down and finally turned before he froze, eyes locked in on my body, redness filling his face from the tip of his ears to his cheeks.

His mouth dropped open slightly into an o shape, and he sucked in a breath.

“Oh… wow. Holy shit Y/N, you look… Jesus.”

I smiled as my own cheeks burned red, coming around the counter to show it off. My fingers traced up and down his chest, eyes trailing with it. I smirked and leaned into his ear. “Wait till you see the back.”

He swallowed hard as I turned around, giving him a nice clear view of my ass that he loved so much. He groaned underneath his breath and I could feel him watching me, staring at every piece of skin he could see. “My god, you are just… gorgeous. I’m a lucky man.”

I giggled and turned back towards him, “Well, I was thinking maybe we both could be lucky. Maybe we could christen every room in this house, start our new life with some good memories.”

He nodded frantically and pulled me close, nails digging into my hips tightly. “I’m game.”

I smirked and moved to the counter, my back against him. “Well, I was thinking maybe here first… you could fuck me against our new kitchen island….”

He gasped and before I could say anything, his hands where on the globes off my ass, pulling me towards him. He leaned closer to my ear leaving goosebumps everywhere. “You want me to bend you over and fuck you right here?”

I bit my lip to stifle the moan and nodded, before his hand came to my hair, pulling me backwards until my back was flush against his chest. “Words honey.”

“Yes… yes I want you to fuck me right here.”

He stayed silent but the sound of his belt sliding out of the loops sent shivers down my spine. Jensen usually wasn’t dominating in bed, but it was certainly a nice change of events.

His hand moved to the back of my neck as he pushed me down onto the counter, a gasp leaving my lips as the cold tile pressed against my exposed skin and my cheek.

“Put your hands on the sides of the counter, and hold on.” He demanded.

I quickly did as he said, waiting in anticipation for him to give me what I so desperately needed, but he was taking his time.

His fingers moved lower, tracing overtop of my panties causing me to squirm. He groaned in his throat and leaned closer to kiss my back. “Your already soaked, you really like this eh?”

I nodded and breathed deep, trying to hold back begging him to fuck me, but I was ready to.

He chuckled lightly as his hands moved back to my hips. “Ready?”

I just started to nod my head when his cock slammed deep inside, causing my body to shoot forward. My hands gripped the counter tightly as a loud and needy moan escaped my lips. He panted against me, desperate to fill me as much as he possibly could.He was relentless and rough in such a good way, pounding me over and over again, hips slamming against mine, pushing and pressing against me so hard.

It felt like he was punishing me, like he hated me and I loved it. I knew he loved me, I knew that he wasn’t taking anything out on me, but it just felt freeing to have him completely in control, demanding my body, taking what was his.

My hands were going white against the counter and every slam was starting to ache on my stomach to the point were it really hurt. I lifted my head dizzily, and turned the best I could towards him. “J-Jensen..”

He stilled his movements and leaned over, brushing the hair from my face, “Yeah? You alright?”

I nodded and rested my head back down, “Just… the counter hurts a bit.”

He slowly pulled out of me as his hand came to my arms, spinning me around gently. He smiled and bent lower, grabbing my thighs to lift me up.

As gently as possible, he picked me up and brought me to the kitchen table before laying me down on my back. I sighed contently and nodded, “Much better.”

He smirked, his hand moving down to stroke his hard cock before he slid back inside me in one swift motion. I leaned my head back and whimpered as he filled me up to the point where I didn’t think he could reach any further, but every thrust, every movement felt like he was hitting spots I didn’t realize were there.

He leaned over me, hands grabbing mine to hold them in place. “This is better anyways, I like seeing your gorgeous face as I fuck you.”

My eyes slammed shut as his words brought me closer to the edge, every word that rolled off his tongue pushed me further and further. “Oh god, oh fuck, yes Jensen, please more.”

His hands pulled down on my hips, forcing me closer and himself deeper, causing my eyes to roll back in my head. He groaned loudly as he watched me fall apart, desperate to get me there.

“Oh fuck, your so fucking hot baby, so damn delicious.” He spoke hungrily.

I nodded and opened my eyes, my hand reaching for the back of his head to pull him lower. He smirked as his eyes glanced on my lips, kissing them deeply.

I could feel the shockwaves crashing through my entire body, legs shaking with pleasure and hot white lights exploding before my eyes, I was there, and I just needed a push. He groaned as his forehead dropped against mine, “Oh fuck your so tight.”

“P-Please… Jensen…” I choked out.

He lifted his head as his hand came to my cheek, “What do you need?”

“S-So close…”

He nodded in understanding as he sat up gently, pulling my legs over his shoulders to get as deep as he could. His other hand moved to my clit, rubbing the nub so roughly that I thought I might explode right here. “I’m right behind you honey, cum for me.”

I closed my eyes tight as I felt the coil start to snap, my vision went dark and the entire world around me was spinning, rotating like I was about to fall off.

He let out a rather loud moan as he pumped a few more times, exploding right inside of me.

When he stilled, the room was filled with breathy gasps for air and hot sticky arousal, filled with love and passion, exactly how I wanted it to be.

He gently pulled out of me and rushed to grab a towel before cleaning me up and fixing my clothes. I stayed where I was, unsure if I would even be able to walk after that. He leaned over me, bright lust blown eyes staring right back at me. He smiled lightly and kissed my cheek. “Are you okay?”

I nodded lazily and fluttered my eyes open, “Yeah, I’m good just… exhausted.”

He smirked and helped me to my feet, holding me tightly against him.

“Well, why don’t we go take a nap, and than we can see how many other rooms we can christen if your up to it?”

I giggled playfully and nodded, “Yeah, I’m game.”

“Hey, that’s my line.”

I laughed loudly and shook my head, walking towards the bedroom to get some sleep, “It’s mine now.”

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy it! Like, reblog and comment your favorite parts and stay tuned for another chapter coming soon!

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soulofapatrick · 1 year

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Make Me Yours - Tommy Miller x reader

Summary: In which Joel tells Ellie the truth but Y/N makes Ellie forgive Joel and Joel doesn't die... was meant to be a Joel x reader but Tommy won me over so mainly Tommy and Y/N accepting feelings when Y/N returns to Jackson with Ellie

Words: 3.4k

Warnings: Smut; oral (female receiving); p in v

Y/N’s POV

I find Ellie up at one of the patrol stops, Shimmer grazing on any grass she can find in the snow covered ground. Ellie’s kneeling in the snow, hands over her heart as she gasps as if mid panic attack. I make sure she can hear my approach as I do not want to get shot or stabbed by her as she might be young but she’s got a fucking amazing aim.

She flinches when I kneel down next to her, not caring for the snow that has begun to seep through my jeans or the burns I’ll get from wet jeans later. All I care about is Ellie right now and being there for her and show her that Joel really does love her despite lying to her. He lied to me too and I am mad but I understand why he did it.

“Peanut,” I touch her shoulder and she shoves my hand away while whipping around and I feel my heart break. She looks a mess and I just want to pull her into a hug but I’m not going to push her, she’ll come to me when she wants to.

“He lied to me!” She’s yelling but there’s a waver to her voice and her clover green eyes glassy with unshed tears. Her eyes have always enthralled me because they look like the growth of new spring, always bright and soft at the same time. Even full of tears her eyes hold promises of hope and agelessness.

“Yeah, yeah he did,” I agree. I’m not going to lie to her as she’s been lied to enough. I know what it’s like to be lied to like that and I never what her too feel like, she’s too young to be feeling shit like that. She’s seventeen, she should be going out to parties and having fun, not feeling like her heart’s been torn to shreds.

“I wanted my life to mean something. I wanted it to save the world.” Her bottom lip is trembling now and her hand moves a little closer to me but she’s not going to ask for comfort just yet. Ellie is every bit as stubborn as Joel so I decide to risk it.

“Oh baby girl,” I reach out for her, brushing a loose strand of hair out of her eyes, “You did save the world. You’re his world Ellie, you saved him. You taught him how to love again and you became everything to him. In saving you from that hospital he was saving the world. His world.” I whisper, just watching as her eyes widen in realisation and those tears finally fall. She lets out a heaving sob, falling forwards into my open arms, face buried in my shirt as she grips it like I’m going to disappear. I just hug her back, a hand rubbing comforting circles until the sobs turn to quiet sniffles.

“What about you?“ She pulls back enough to look me in the eyes, “Did I save you too?”

“Yes,” The word slips out before I can even process her question properly. I hold her face in my hands, thumbs wiping her tears away before continuing, “I couldn’t imagine my life without you or Joel. I’m also pissed at him for lying to me about it but I understand why he did it. There would be a massive hole in my chest if you weren’t in my life Peanut.”

She smiles, corners turned down still as she sniffles so I grab the back of her head and pull her against my in another hug which she accepts, a shiver going through her. She’s getting cold and I want to get her home so she doesn’t get a fever but she’s speaking before I can, “I need to talk to Joel. I need to-“

“You’re going on patrol with Tommy and Joel tomorrow. Let’s get you back and I’ll talk to Tommy okay? You’ll have all the time in the world to tell Joel anything you want.”

She nods, taking my hand as I lead us back to Shimmer. I climb up before holding out my hand so she can settle behind me and we can make out way back to Jackson. Ellie had run off and I told everyone to let me go as over the last few years Ellie and I seem to have gained a mother-daughter bond despite there only being 4 almost 5 years between us. My heart melts just that little bit more when she lays her cheek against my back, humming to herself.

Tommy’s waiting in the lookout for the gates for us like I asked him too, pulling the gates open so Shimmer can trot inside before he shuts the gate after us. Ellie slides off Shimmer’s rump, grabbing the reins for me while Tommy approaches. My heart flutters when his firm hands grip my hips and he’s helping me down so Ellie can take Shimmer back to her stable with a wiggle of her eyebrows at the way my face flushes when Tommy’s hands haven’t left my waist yet. He’s studying my face, an unreadable expression on his own rugged one.

“You’re a miracle worker,” He finally speaks, that southern lilt making me weak at the knees and I think I would really fall there and then if he wasn’t holding on to me. I’m stumbling when he drags me forwards and our faces are oh so close but I can’t… not after the events of today and he seems to understand because he’s hugging me instead. I can’t deny I’m a little disappointed he didn’t kiss me but I’ll take any physical contact from the younger Miller I can. I’m relaxing into his grip, gently scratching his scalp under his soft blond locks and relishing in the small sounds he lets out into my shoulder where his face is buried. His hands are rubbing my back soothingly through my hoodie and it’s as if he’s just realised I’m not in clothes suitable for winter weather, “Oh sunshine, you’ll catch a cold. Come on, lets get you inside and dry.”

I revel in the feel of his hand in mine as he leads me into the bustling town, a few eyes glancing at us as anything Tommy is gossip as he is the right hand man of Miss Maria Jackson - leader of Jackson. Yeah, yeah funny, her last name is the same as the town she runs. I found Tommy when Joel; Ellie and I stumbled upon the power plant. Maria almost shot our heads off but it lead to a reunion of the Miller brothers that honestly had my eyes watering because I’ve never heard Joel so broken or ever seen him smile as big as he did when they hugged.

Tommy’s ushering me inside his bungalow and it still surprises me how humble he really is compared to all the stories Joel’s told me over that year I spent travelling to Jackson with him and Ellie. Tommy’s place is very homey with things he managed to retrieve from his house in Austin like some photos of him, Joel and Sarah as well as one of the many guitars they apparently had in the house. It feels like a breath of fresh air compared to other homes in Jackson and I love visiting Tommy and just spending time with him.

I must have stopped walking because Tommy’s bumping into me, his hands flying to my sides to steady as I stumble a little, “Sorry there Sunshine, help yourself to whatever you need from my room just get out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold.” He’s lightly shoving me towards his room down the corridor before making his way to his kitchen. I do as he says, kicking my shoes off by the door so I don’t track mud and snow all over his home before going into his room.

It’s very Tommy like with a few old posters from bands and movies I’ve only heard stories about from friends or my brothers. The guitar he saves in against the wall, a few burn marks in it but it’s still beautiful as if the burns add to it’s meaning. His duvet is a deep blue that just screams Tommy and on his bedside table is a photo of him and Sarah: she’s laughing as he’s midway through spinning her and they just look so happy. It makes me wish I could have met Sarah as she seemed like the world to both Miller brothers and it hurts to see the way their eyes soften with past trauma whenever talking about her or hearing her name.

The sound of movement outside the door has me snapping out of my thoughts and I’m unbuttoning my now soaking jeans, wincing as the rough fabric burns my icy cold skin on the way down. I’m then yanking my hoodie and shirt over my head in one go, letting it fall to the floor before I head over to the newly built chest of drawers.

I settle for a pair of baggy black sweatpants that cling to hips for dear life to stay up at how big they are and a grey long sleeved henley. I can’t help but bring the sleeve up to my nose and inhale as it smells like Tommy and it’s intoxicating the way vanilla; hay and gunpowder all rolled up into one is enough to make me weak at the knees for the man.

“You ready?” Tommy’s calling through the door and I grab my clothes off the floor and exit his room with one longing look back at the very comfy looking bed before joining him in the kitchen. He’s leaning against the counter, one leg crossed over the other at the ankle, hair now pinned back in a loose bun and mug of coffee in his hand. He looks good and I can’t take my eyes off of him as his jade ones drag down and then back up my body unabashedly and I suddenly can’t move. I can’t think. I can’t breathe.

He’s putting down his cup and heading over, pulling the clothes from my now trembling grip to hand them up to dry before he’s turning back to me. There’s a look in his eyes that has me swallowing thickly as he stops in front of me, hands grasping mine and pulling me into his chest. I want what he wants but it feels somewhat wrong, having travelled with and spent so much time with Joel and Ellie so for me to want someone else than everyone thinks… it feels like I shouldn’t want it.

But I do. Oh I really fucking do want this.

Warm and open mouthed lips press against my collarbone, leaving me feeling electrified. It causes warm shivers to trail down my back, especially when his enthralling lips move upwards until they reach that sweet stop where my jaw meets my neck and I’m grabbing his arm as a small sound escapes my slightly parted lips. He smiles and before I can react teeth are sinking into that spot before his tongue soothes the pain and I’m tilting my head to the side to give him more room as my nails dig half moons into his arms. He’s guiding me to the sofa but I barely notice until I’m being pulled down onto his lap.

It draws a sharp gasp from me but I don’t protest, instead I shift myself into a comfortable position with my legs either side of Tommy’s own so I’m straddling his lap. He’s grasping my chin and guiding my lips to his, slowly enough for me to pull away if I want to but I don’t. Instead, I let my eyes slip shut and he’s kissing me. I know in this moment that I will never get bored of these lips, gentleness in the way he kisses me. I always thought of first kisses with your partner being rough and needy, hot and heavy but this… this is full of sweet innocence and the type of slow burning want that has me breathless. Anything Tommy does has me breathless. He tastes like strawberries and coffee which isn’t something I thought would taste nice but it’s just as rousing as anything else he does.

“Darling,” He pulls away enough to rest his forehead on mine, reluctance in the action, “I’m not gonna be able to stop soon if we continue on like this,” His strong and large hands are gripping my hips tightly and some part of me hopes it’s tight enough to leave bruises. It makes me groan and I plant my hands on his shoulders, keeping eye contact as I roll my hips down into his just to watch his jade eyes darken dangerously, “Baby girl-“

“I know.” I breathe and suddenly he’s standing, hands under my thighs to hold me up as he carries me to the bedroom and drops me unceremoniously on his bed. I sink into it as he shut the door, before turning back to me with those sharp eyes raking over me. The sweatpants I put on have slipped down my hips even more to reveal my black cotton underwear and his eyes seem stuck there as he approaches.

“Baby girl,” He whimpers as he falls to his knees in front of me, nudging my knees apart and calloused fingers ghosting over the waistband, eyes looking up at me for consent. I’m nodding, anxiety and lust pooling deep in my belly when he darts his tongue out to wet his bottom lips as he hooks those fingers under the waistband of my underwear and tugging. I lift my hips for him, suddenly feeling embarrassed when he throws the clothes to the side and turns his attention back to me. I’m trying to close my legs but his firm hands stop me so I cover my face with my hands, letting out a surprised sound when his lips ghost over my inner thighs. The light burn of his beard igniting a delicious fire within, letting out a whine as he then trails kisses up my other thigh until I’m trembling underneath his hands.

His arms finally wrap around my thighs and he’s pulling me closer to the edge of the bed before he’s burying his face between my legs and drawing the dirtiest sound from me. He licks a stripe up my folds before diving straight in, tongue thrusting inside of me and it haas me crying out. The sudden pleasure has my body trying to wriggle away as I’m sensitive but Tommy’s grip on my thighs tightens even more. I’m not going to last long with the way his very talented muscle swirls around the even more sensitive nub and my back is arching into it and I’m muffling my moans with my hand.

“No, Baby girl, I want to hear you.”

Oh fuck. He’s going to kill. I’m going to die and go to heaven. I might already be there when two fingers thrust into me, the slight burn fading when they curl just right and I’m starting to see stars. The moans slipping past my lips would be embarrassing if he weren’t making me say prayers and have my back arching into the feeling of his sweet, sweet tongue and fingers. I never thought of Tommy as a possessive person but the way he devours me and draws unholy sounds from me has me second guessing it in the best way possible.

My hand flies down to his hair, tangling my fingers in it and pulling, hard. He lets out the most delicious moan, eyes meeting mine as I raise onto my elbow and that pooling feeling begins to happen.

“Tommy… oh fuck… Tom-“

“That’s it baby girl,” He mumbles, jade glazed with bliss and want, “Taste so fucking good. Want you to cum for me baby girl.”

He thrusts his fingers faster as his mouth focuses on that nub of pure sensitivity. It only takes a few more well aimed thrust and the graze of his teeth before I’m crying out, falling back against the bed with my back arching into him and falling into pure bliss. I see white as he continues in his actions as I ride the high until I’m pushing him away because it’s all oversensitive.

“Want you baby girl,” He mumbles, kissing up my chest as his fingers slip out. He’s wiping them on his jeans as if he isn’t going have to wear those later tonight at dinner, ‘Can I have you baby girl?”

“Please,”

It comes out in a whine that has him moaning against my skin. He’s pulling away and his shirt and jeans join the ever growing pile of clothes, desperation in his movements. I’m copying him, throwing the shirt aside and unclasping my bra, sliding it down my arms until I’m laid out naked beneath him. My eyes slide down his firm body and my breath hitches as he’s girthy, curved upwards and head weeping as it twitches at the sight of me. He’s going to wreck me and I’m going to let him.

“I’ve got you baby girl,” He mumbles, leaning over me to capture my lips in a sweet kiss. It changes the whole mood from rushed and needy to passionate and wanting. It has that throbbing feeling back between my legs in an instant, especially when the head rubs teasingly against my folds before he’s slowly guiding himself in with a soft whimper of “Fuck.”

He buries himself to the hilt, holding himself steady as his head falls onto my shoulder, stretching me deliciously. It fills my heart that he gives me time to adjust to the feeling and soon enough I’m rocking my hips against his, letting him know it’s okay. He pulls out, thrusting back in slowly as if savouring every drag and it has my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He’s so loving and passionate it makes me almost cum there and then, precisely when the hand not gripping my hip seeks my hand and he’s intertwining our fingers. He sounds so wrecked with every pant and moan but I want more. I love the passion but I want to be able to feel him later tonight so I bring my lips to his ear, panting, “Ruin me.”

It’s like a switch flips and he’s sitting on his heels, drawing me up with him so I wrap my legs around his waist. He’s got one arm around my back while the other moves up to my hair, pulling it hard and yanking me into a hot and heavy kiss. His hips cant upwards into, this new angle hitting that sweet spot that has me seeing stars and dragging my body down with every thrust, capturing my cries and moans with filthy kisses that has the heat pooling and my stomach tightening as I’m teetering over the precipice of pleasure.

"Shit, I’m so close baby girl," He pants against my lips, pulling my hips down roughly and that's all it seems to take for me to come undone. I'm squeezing around him so tightly I feel worry I'm hurting him and the edges of my vision whites out as I bite his shoulder and my whole body tightens around him. Tommy keeps pounding up into me to join me in release.

I know he's there when he's gently laying me on my back again and his thrusts become sloppy before he's pressing himself as deep as he can, eyes fluttering shut and mouth open in a silent moan. My name repeatedly slips from his lips like a broken prayer as he rides out his own high.

His eyes flutter open, searching my face before he’s capturing my kiss swollen lips in a gentle kiss, pouring emotions into and I’m doing the same. It feels like heaven and I never want to be away from him again. He’s pulling away too soon, leaving me empty and wanting more as he stands, “We should probably shower before be head to dinner.” There’s a cheeky grin that foretells his next words, “I’m sure we can find some interesting ways to make showering fun.”

Oh he has me wrapped around his finger.

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sarawritestories · 8 months

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His Nightmare Part 2

Nash Wells x Female Reader

Her nightmare

His Nightmare Pt 1

His Nightmare Pt 3

Summary: Eobard is keeping Nash's body hostage, Y/N is frustrated with the potential threat about losing another person she cares about, and the one thing she dreads most returns.

Content Warning: Angst, Rage, grief, blood, death, murder, zombies?(it makes sense, i promise). Dark Nightmares, a symptom of a panic attack but is not named. Cliffhanger, no happily ever after yet.

Word Count: 1590

Tags: @eonash @twilightlover2007 @yetanotherwells @achromaticerebus

Y/N was sitting in the cortex as Barry and Cisco were in the pipeline talking to Eobard Thawne, who possessed Nash’s body. She was gnawing on her bottom lip as Frost walked in, “You alright, Y/L/N?”

The younger meta shrugged, “Define okay.” She released a sigh, looking up at Frost, “I was finally feeling as though my life was getting back into place. When Earth-2 was destroyed and not being able to tell anyone that Harry was gone, my family was just wiped out. And the Monitor made it where I couldn’t speak whenever I wanted to bring it up. It was crippling in more ways than one. I felt extremely alone, and Crisis took so much from us. My home was a constant reminder of what I lost, and Nash never questioned that I wanted to stay with him. Never faltered when I had my first nightmare and the numerous ones that followed it. I finally got to this point of feeling like my old self again of being happy with myself and happy in his company.” Slamming her fist against the table in frustration embers sparking from her fingers, causing Frost to jump and take a step back. “And Thawne went and fucking ruined that for me, again!”

Y/N looked at frost orange, consuming her irises in her eyes. “I’m tired of his games. He will not take Nash from me.” With that, she storms out of the cortex, leaving Frost to notice the scorch marks Y/N left on the table.

Storming to the cortex to see Barry and Cisco, arms crossed the evil speedster leaning toward the glass when his eyes glanced up to find Y/N at the end of the hall, her eyes bright orange, “Hello, Sweetheart. You can get closer, I won’t bite, hard.”

“I would suggest keeping your mouth shut before I do so for you in a permanent fashion,” Y/N snapped, being consumed by rage.

Her two best friends turn their expressions, shifting from confused to fear at her glowing eyes. “Oh shit,” Cisco muttered. As she approached the cell, Cisco grabbed her arm and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “He can’t hurt you, Y/N.”

“He’s right, I can’t hurt you physically,” he gave her a sly wink, “But one swift motion and I can take one more person from you, can’t I, Angel.”

Y/N became blinded by rage at Thawne’s use of Nash’s nickname for and lunged for the cell, Thawne not even flinching as Cisco and Barry held her back. “You, Son of Bitch! Bring him back, you Bastard!”

Thawne laughed as he pushed away from the glass as Y/N pushed her friends away, flames kissing her fingertips. Anger and pain overtaken her senses. She turned back, “Open the doors.”

“Y/N,” Barry slowly approached his partner, “I need you to calm down.” Moving closer, he noticed that her hands were shaking, “I know it hurts, I know you want Nash back. We all do, but that look in your eye, you want to kill Thawne, I’ve been there, I know what that feels like. Killing him will not bring Nash home.”

“Maybe not, but then Thawne can let me have peace finally.” Y/N gritted out through her teeth.

“I know, but Nash and the Council of Wells wouldn’t want that. They wouldn’t want you to kill on their behalf.” Barry cupped her cheek, her eyes slowly going back to her normal eye color, rage slowly dwindling as Cisco closed the door, cutting off Thawne’s view on the moment. Y/N looked at Barry and embraced him. Sobbing in his shoulder, she could feel Cisco wrapping his arms around her from behind, soothing her as she let out the tears she had been holding in all day.

The trio stayed in that position until Y/N sobs turned into soft hiccups, and Cisco led her to the med bay, where he insisted she lay down and get some rest. Not having the strength to fight him, she did what she was told, and she fell into a deep sleep the moment her head hit the pillow.

Y/N startled awake S.T.A.R Labs dark and empty, getting up she walked over to the cortex the sudden metallic stench assaulting her nose, and losing balance from a slippery substance on the floor, causing her to fall. Pain shooting from her head, she lifted her hand to see her hand covered in blood. Looking to her left, her eyes were met with Cisco’s eyes lifeless, and the light snuffed out of them

Y/N scrambled to get up and took a moment to regain her balance and take in the sight of the cortex with a sob, the bloody hand going up to her mouth in shock. Team Flash scattered across the room bloody, bruised, and lifeless. Her friends gone, why had she not been awake? Hands gripped her waist, and her body froze as the warmth of someone’s breath brushed against her ear. “I’m sorry it had to come to this, Sweetheart.” Thawne’s low register caused a shiver down her spine as he gripped her tighter with the assumption that she was going to flee. He pressed her back against his front and gave her a tender kiss on the head. “Now, I can have you all to myself, and no one can stand in my way.”

Y/N did everything she could to keep the bile from crawling up her throat. Swallowing it down, her throat extremely dry, she whispered, “You killed them all, just for me?” she looked at Barry’s body his limbs twisted in every direction, a small trickle of blood poured from his mouth pooling beneath his head, Y/N could hear every drop of blood hitting the floor as if she gained super hearing overnight.

Drip.

She closed her eyes, and Thawne’s voice drowned the dripping blood.“Well, Barry surely had it coming, and to be fair, I did recruit some help.” At that electricity lit up the room, she opened her eyes and gasped and began wriggling in her captor’s arms, trying to break free as Savitar and Zoom loomed over Iris and Caitlin’s limp bodies.

She managed to turn and face Eobard to find Harry’s face. His lips and skin tinged blue from death, “You could have saved me, Princess.” She looked back to see zombie forms of the Council behind him, “You could have saved all of us. You let him kill us.”

“You abandoned us, Kitten.” H.R. spoke in a lifeless tone that scared the young meta. Getting out of Harry's arms, she created some distance to get her breathing back in order.

“You left me at the hands of Thawne, my body no longer mine to control, and it’s all on you, Angel,” Nash’s voice rang out.

Y/N fell to her knees, not caring that her knees cracked against the concrete or blood stained her dress. She wrapped her arms around her waist and began to rock herself in hopes it would calm her down. But she could feel the approach of the two speedsters grabbing her and lifting her and bringing her back to her feet. Her head hung low, guilt, shame, and grief, overtaking her ability and willingness to fight. The familiar sound of a hand moving rapidly caught her attention, but not enough to look up.

A hand gripped her chin and forced her head up as she was finally met with Eobard Thawne with the face he was born with and not the stolen face of Harrison Wells. A smirk ghosts his lips, “Goodbye, Y/N,” with his parting words, she watched as he shoved his hand through her chest.

Gasping, Y/N sprung from her mattress sweat, glistening her forehead as Barry startled from the chair. “Hey, what happened?” Barry shook off the grogginess as he saw his friend struggling to breathe. He approached her and guided her head, between her legs, “Take deep breaths. Inhale,” she inhaled along with him, “Exhale.” She exhaled, and they did that for a few moments as Y/N’s breathing went back to normal. Barry rubbed soothing circles on her back as the tears stained her cheeks.

“Did you have a nightmare?” She sat up, looking at her friend she nodded. “The same one?”

Y/N shook her head, and her voice came out strained, “Worse, so much worse.” She laid her head on Barry’s shoulder as he just soothed her.

~Meanwhile~

Nash was struggling in his bonds as Thawne began to pace back and forth. “Did you see how mad she was back there? I thought she would have killed me on the spot.” He got down to Nash’s level, “She does like you a ton though doesn’t she. I’ll make sure she has no memory of you when I have her back in my possession”

Anger flooded through Nash as he lunged to head but him but Thawne reacted just in time to avoid the strike. Nash groaned through the gag, his hands and wrist slick with blood from rubbing against the rope to break free. He tried to say, “Don’t you dare touch her!” but it only came out muffled.

Thawne held a hand to his ear, “What was that? Make sure to annunciate, Nash. I might have taken that as your blessing to do as I please with your little angel.” Fury flashed in Nash’s eyes as Thawne walked away with a wave. “I’m sure you will be seeing her soon. They are planning something I can feel it.” The speedster turned and gave him a wink, ”Sweet Dreams, Lover Boy.”

To Be Continued...

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The Christmas Date | Chapter 15: Lights will guide you home

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem!Kerner!Reader

(Ron Kerner is Slider, Iceman’s backseater)

Wordcount: 3K

Warnings: mission chapter, crashing, mentions of death, some bit of angst, lots of feelings, THENA AND ROOSTER FINALLY SIT DOWN AND TALK. Mentions of therapy, body dysmorphia, panic attacks...

A/N: I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT THIS SERIES I SWEAR. I said chapter 15 will be the last one, but I kept writing and writing and had to stop. Chapter 16 will be the epilogue, we'll see how Rooster and Thena's relationship is in the future. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, I literally had no inspiration whatsoever to finish this story, but I managed to, somehow, get a decent ending. Epilogue will be posted next week! And it's gonna be so cute y'all.

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Masterlist

You shouldn’t leave things for later. That’s one of the few things your father taught you that you still apply today.

Then why did you think waiting until the mission was over was a good idea?

You’re not even supposed to be in the CATCC right now, but Cyclone has allowed you and Javy to be in there, hearing everything that your companions are going through through the radios, watching the radars, and all the information displayed on dozens of screens on the wall.

It wasn’t a good idea.

The mission goes smoothly until you and everyone in the room notice that Rooster is behind schedule, as he has been in all the training sessions these last few weeks. He is scared to end up like his dad, he doesn’t need to verbalize that fear for you to know it. It’s something that you know. Everyone in the team knows. You just don’t understand how Mav is making him fly this mission.

“Come on, kid. Don’t think, just do.”

Maverick’s words ignite something in Rooster’s soul, as you can see his mark on the radar moving faster than he was a second ago. He is moving faster than he should be.

“What’s with Rooster?” Javy mutters next to you, shaking his head.

“He’s trying to prove something to himself. But he has the worst timing. Always has, always will.” You whisper, making him chuckle. You wish you could laugh right now, but you’re scared that something wrong is going to happen.

The two necessary miracles required for the mission's success are accomplished one after the other. It makes the officers, Cyclone, Warlock, and Hondo, celebrate. But Javy and you can’t even blink away from the monitors. Right now, this is where the really dangerous part of the mission begins. This is Coffin Corner. And those SAMs are already on their way.

“Shit, this is bad, Javy.”

“They’re the best of the best, Thena. They’ll come back.” He reassures you, opening his hand near you in case you want to hold it.

It’s not a secret that you’re still very selective when it comes to who can and cannot touch you. Your therapist told you that establishing limits wasn’t something bad and that it would help you have control over your body. Every aviator in the team has been very respectful and understanding in that way, and you’re so glad for this small family that you have found.

You grab Javy’s hand, not knowing how much you’re going to need it in the next few minutes.

Maverick’s aircraft is damaged in an attempt to save Rooster, and he goes down. Everybody keeps screaming at each other over the radio, mainly Bradley, who is trying to find out where his godfather is.

“Dagger Two, return to carrier. Acknowledge.”

Rooster’s silence tells you more than his words could ever do. He’s not coming back without Maverick. Even if that means crashing his own aircraft.

“Is Athena Kerner around?” Rooster asks, his voice sounding strangled.

All the faces in the small, dark room turn your way, curious eyes wondering why the pilot’s first words after ignoring direct orders are addressed to you.

“Go talk to him. And make him come back.” Cyclone says, signaling with his head for you to approach the comms officer, who is taking off her headphones.

You go and sit in her place, wearing the headphones and pressing a button so Rooster can hear you. “I’m here.”

“Didn’t think they’d let you answer directly.”

“They want me to bring you back.” You explain, your finger tracing the shape of the button you need to press to talk to him.

“You know I can’t, right? I need to find him.”

“Rooster, you can’t know for sure if he’s alive.”

“He’s alive. He has to.” He insists. “I promised I’d come back to you, and I will. Just need a bit more time.”

“It’s okay, Bradley. Just don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

“It’s the only way I know of doing things.” He chuckles, a sad smile spreading over your face.

You wipe a tear away from the computer. “Please, come back, okay?”

“I will. We still have to fill up the album you gave me for Christmas.”

That makes your heart skip a bit. “You opened my present?”

“Of cour- SHIT”

“Rooster? ROOSTER?” You keep pressing the button over and over, as if that little thing were the reason why he couldn’t hear you anymore, even if you know that it doesn’t.

“Dagger two is hit.”

“Thena, come here.” Javy says, softly moving his hands to your shoulders.

“He’s gone.” You mutter under your breath, tears falling freely over your cheeks.

Javy turns the chair around, kneeling in front of you. “Look at me, Thena. He’s not gone. He’ll come back, okay? Let’s go outside and wait for the others to come back.”

“Okay.”

“Do we have any news from Mav or Rooster?” Phoenix asks Javy the moment she sets foot on the carrier.

“Nothing yet.” he says, looking at you, leaning against the wall next to the door to get inside the carrier. “I don’t know how much I can lie to her. I don’t think they’re coming back, Nat.”

“They will. Just wait.”

“Where’s Thena?” Bob is looking everywhere, until he sees you sitting down, all emotion has left your face. You are left with an empty feeling and thousands of voices screaming in your head, reminding you that the person you love the most in the entire world is probably burning inside a crashed airplane in the middle of a mountain. “Thena?”

“Yeah?”

“There’s a signal from Rooster’s ESAT. He’s in an F-14.” He smiles, relieved that his two friends are okay and are coming back.

“Rooster doesn’t know how to fly an F-14. But Mav does.”

“Yes, he does. They’re coming back.” Bob pats your hand and leaves to share the news with the others.

You allow yourself to breathe, closing your eyes and smiling. “Thanks for keeping him safe, Goose.”

Once he sets foot on the ground, Rooster walks through dozens of excited women and men who are celebrating his return. He needs to find you. Everything else can wait.

You two have been waiting long enough.

He sees you behind everyone else, not a fan of the crowd that is surrounding the plane. You’ve been crying and he can tell by the redness of your eyes.

“Excuse me, miss. Are you waiting for someone?” He jokes as he walks up to you until you're inches apart.

“Yeah, have you seen a dumb chicken around? Been looking for him.” You joke, moving closer and pressing your chest against his.

“That would be me, yeah.” He leans down, his forehead pressing against yours. “You must have been so scared.”

“You don’t do that ever again or I’ll rip off your mustache with my bare hands.” You warn him, poking his chest with every word.

“Can you shut up and kiss me?”

And you do. You kiss him with all you've got, his hands resting on your hips and bringing you closer, yours moving up to his hair, trying to bring him impossibly closer. He breaks the kiss, sighing and shaking his head. “I can’t do this without explaining everything to you.”

“Let’s go somewhere quiet, then.”

“I’m gonna need my computer” He explains, his hand sliding into yours.

“What? Are we gonna watch a movie or something?” You joke, not understanding anything.

“Nope. I just need it to show you the proof.”

“I’ll wait for you in my room.”

“So... the change of stations.” He mutters once he comes back with the computer.

“Yeah, that’s the main issue here.” You sigh, taking off your shoes and moving to the side so he can have space to sit down.

“I asked for a change of stations before the whole week began. At the airport, while we were waiting for the plane.” He types something in his computer, opening an email he sent months ago—the one where he asks to change stations. “Look at the date.”

“Seven days before Christmas.” You confirm after reading the email. “But why did you ask for it?”

He sighs, leaning his head against the wall. “Because I knew that after a week of being your fake boyfriend, I wouldn’t be able to keep working with you as if nothing had happened.”

“...That’s all?”

Bradley snorts. “That’s all? Grouchy, maybe you don't understand it, but having to act like a lovey-dovey boyfriend with you and faking all the things I craved to do with you for years, there was the possibility that I had to kiss you. Our first kiss was gonna be fake! It was just too much.”

“So you thought about asking for a relocation before all those things happened.” You deadpan, a part of you understands why he did it, but the other one wants to smack him because he asked to be moved away from you when those things haven't even happened yet.

“I’m not a clever person, I know. But that seemed like the best option. It was either run away from you and the week's worth of memories I'd amassed, or stay with you, watching you fall in love with someone else and kissing someone else. Dating someone else. Marrying someone else.” Rooster shakes his head, taking a deep breath. The idea still makes him want to run away. He’s sharing all this information with you, wanting to be completely sincere so you can consider having him back, but he’s not sure if this would be enough. He has hurt you so much over the years… Maybe this was the last straw.

“You really are an idiot.” You scoff, moving closer to him. “And that call you got at the antique shop?”

“That was to check if I still wanted to change stations or not.”

“And you…wanted?” You ask, insecurity taking the best of you.

He turns in the bed, his body facing yours, and his hands move towards your face, silently asking for consent with his eyes. You nod, closing your eyes to feel his hands caressing your skin, the calloused fingers leaving goosebumps under them. “The only thing I wanted was to be with you, because as crazy as it sounded, you gave me a chance! I wasn’t about to fuck it all over again.”

“But you did,” You remind him.

“I didn’t have a chance to explain myself. I’m not blaming you!” He quickly adds, not wanting you to believe that he’s trying to get himself off the hook. “Just explaining what happened.”

“So when you asked me to move with you, you really meant it.”

“I meant everything, grouchy." He assures, pressing a kiss to your forehead before moving away. "Now you know. I've been making the worst decisions all my life, and that was probably the worst."

"Nah, I don't think it was the worst. The worst one is trying to pull my papers. This choice… I get that you were trying to protect yourself. I did the same, I was protecting myself when I ran out of the house, and I didn’t let you explain.” Your voice lowers by the end of the sentence, somehow making you feel a bit embarrassed because all of this could have been solved if you two weren’t two hot-headed pilots that don’t think, just do. Like Mav has always told you.

“It was a stressful week for you, Thena. Your brain took control of your body and told you to leave. It was a flight or fight response. And your brain chose flight. It’s okay, you did what you had to.” His hands leave your face, searching for your hand, sliding his fingers between yours. “I want to know about you.”

“Me?” You tilt your head and ask, a frown taking over your features. “What about me?”

“Therapy.”

“Oh… I’ve discovered things about myself, you know. Therapy is wonderful. You should go, too. To help you process the accident. It helped me.”

He nods, gaze lost and deep in thought. “Maybe I should.”

“Well, am…” you clear your throat, playing with Rooster’s fingers while you try to find the right words to express what you want to say. “I got diagnosed with body dysmorphic disorder, and I’m still going to therapy to learn how to deal with it. I’m learning to look at myself in the mirror without clothes and not hate what I see.”

Rooster’s thumb traces infinite shapes in your skin. “How’s it going?”

“It’s becoming easier, but I still want to cry. Before, I looked at the scar and all that came to mind was the accident and maybe the Halloween party, but I was over it in some way. Now…” You swallow with difficulty, feeling the tears come to your eyes. “I keep thinking about the changing room.”

“I’m so sorry, fly girl.” He kisses your hands, closing his eyes for a second. “Did you have another panic attack after that?”

You nod. “A week after. I was staying at Nat's, so she helped me. That’s when I started going to therapy.”

“I’m proud of you for doing that. So, so proud.”

A tear falls down, wetting your intertwined hands. “And I learned something more. I’m not a weirdo”

He moves his hand to your chin, lifting up your head to look into your eyes. “You’ve never been a weirdo, but explain it to me so I can understand where you’re coming from.”

“For years, I’ve never felt this… sexual attraction you all felt. I’ve never had a desire to fuck with a random person I met at a bar. I’ve never really felt that, I didn’t know what it was.”

“Really? Not even once?”

“If I felt it before, I didn’t know what it was that. But the thing is that when we were together that week… I wanted to make out with you so bad.”

Rooster smirks, earning a slap on his shoulder. “I’m sorry but I’m glad you find me hot.”

“It’s not about you being hot. It’s about the connection. The romantic feelings, you know?”

He stares at you for a second, not saying anything. “No, I don’t think I get it. Explain it to me like I’m five.”

“If I don’t have a deep emotional connection with a person, I can’t feel sexual attraction.” You simply say, hoping to have summarized it enough.

“So you feel sexual attraction for me?”

“I think that’s what it is. I don’t know, I told you, I’ve never felt that!” You hide your face behind your hands.

“Hey, you don’t need to be ashamed of it. People are different, and we need to accept it. I’m really glad that you told me this. I have a question, though.”

“Shoot.”

“I guess this means that you don’t have the same sexual drive as me, right?”

You nod slowly. “Cons of dating Thena.”

“I want to be with you, not in you. There’s a difference.”

You look at each other, trying not to laugh. “Did you really just say that?”

“Please, slap me again. That was disgusting.” He starts laughing so hard that he almost falls off the bed.

You missed this.

“I really want this to work, nugget. I’d lie if I said I stopped thinking about you. But I think we need some new rules here. Why are you smiling like that?”

“You said nugget.”

“Did I?”

“Yeah. And I could cry because I missed it so much…”

“Oh, nugget. Come ‘ere.” You whisper, opening your arms for him. Somehow, you end up laying down on a bed that is not big enough for two people, limbs entangled between them. His face is hidden in the curve of your neck, your fingers are scratching his scalp, and a contented sigh escapes his lips.

“This is better than sex.” He mumbles.

“I’ll trust you on that.” You say between chuckles. Enjoying the intimacy of the moment, you ponder if it’s time to talk about the rules of this relationship that the two of you want so badly. “We’re not moving together yet.”

“I agree with that. We still have a lot to learn about each other.” His lips brush against your skin when he talks, sending shivers running down your body.

“But when we do, I want the two bedrooms. I liked that idea.”

“I’ll keep it in mind. It would be awesome if you could be sincere with me. Whatever makes you uncomfortable, sad, or happy, you need to tell me. And I’ll do the same. We need to communicate.”

You nod, turning your head to kiss his forehead. “That’s important, yeah.”

You keep going back and forth for a while, sharing ideas that would make the relationship easier, things that should be talked about before it develops into something serious. All the things you should have talked about three months ago but couldn’t.

You agree on not ignoring Christmas week and keeping it present. You two should not ignore it and pretend like it didn’t happen. That week is proof of what happens when you let yourself get carried away by feelings, ignoring every rational thought in your head. That’s not how things should’ve been done. And you two agree on fixing that.

You’re dozing off when Rooster moves to find a better position, and something pokes your stomach. “Auch, what was that?”

“Shit, the box.” He pulls out a small black velvet box. “Your Secret Santa gift.”

“You were my Secret Santa?” He nods, offering you the box. “Did you like the album?”

“Yeah, it’s much better now. Thank you, grouchy.”

You take the box in your hands, opening it slowly to see your grandma’s ring. “H-how? You found it?”

“It was in the antique shop. I’ve been looking for it, too. And when I saw it, I knew I had the perfect gift.”

“I love you so much, nugget. You don’t even understand.” You manage to say between sobs.

“I think I know, grouchy. I love you too.”

You grab him by the neck and pull him close to kiss him. It’s a wet kiss, tears are going down your face. You got your grandma’s ring and the man you love back on the same day.

It feels like Christmas.

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