#I can’t tell if my mom just woke up to go to the bathroom or if she’s leaving to go to the house again

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#I can’t tell if my mom just woke up to go to the bathroom or if she’s leaving to go to the house again #the handover is tomorrow #I’m thinking she’s getting ready to leave #I should get ready too and force her to bring me with her even though I’m still sick lmaooo #bc I feel like shit about all of this #and how little I’ve been able to do #thank goodness I’m a ridiculously light sleeper even when I’m sick #the other days she left around 10 #I had an alarm for 8:30 but she’s been up since 7 I should hurry #my mom never asks for help even though she’s working herself to death

[flemingsfreckles]

He’s Ours

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Preview: you and Jessie have your first baby

Warnings: child birth I guess? But there’s nothing graphic related to it but better safe than sorry 🤷‍♀️

WC: 2.1k quick read :)

A/N: this was just a one shot because that middle photo of Jessie gives me massive baby fever, i want to have her babies.

“Oh he’s perfect, you made him perfect.” Jessie whispered to you. Her forehead was pressed firmly to yours and her eyes locked with yours. Tears were running down your face from both exhaustion and the overwhelming reality that you just gave birth to your first child. “I’m so proud of you, I love you. You did amazing.” She whispers, punctuating her sentence with a kiss on the forehead. Too tired to give her a verbal response you just closed your eyes and softly smiled at her.

Jessie had praised you all through pregnancy, she always made time to tell you how beautiful you looked, how well you were doing, how good of a mom you already were to the unborn child. It was no surprise to you how encouraging and supportive she had been, she was always your biggest fan, even before you were pregnant.

Jessie had been over the moon when you finally got a positive pregnancy test. The two of you had been in the process of trying for months, resulting in nothing but a pile of negative tests and more doctors visits. When you finally saw the two lines on the test you nearly passed out, Jessie had to help you sit down on the bathroom floor, getting you a wet washcloth for your face to help cool you off.

That moment from 8 months ago flashed through your mind when Jessie had held a washcloth to your forehead as you pushed, it felt like just days ago when you found out and here you were, already having the baby, time had flown by.

Your couple of two was now a new family of three. A nurse came over, placing your son on your bare chest, draping a blanket on top of both of you.

“Congratulations, Moms.”

“Thank you.” Jessie says to the nurse.

You crane your head downward to look at your son. He had a little bit of hair, his skin was red, his eyes closed. It was surreal, you couldn’t believe that the baby you had grown was finally in front of you. His hands were spread across your chest, gripping ever so slightly at your skin.

You bring up a hand, gently cupping your son's butt and back, his body fitting into your hand. Jessie brings a hand up, you watch as she hesitates before softly placing her hand slightly overlapping yours onto the upper back and shoulders of your baby. You can feel how lightly she is pressing, as if he’s made of glass.

“You’re not going to break him Jessie.”

“I know that in my mind, but I can’t, but he’s just so small.” She looks up from where she was fixated on your son, you can see tears on the brim of her eyes. The three of you stayed like that until the nurses came back to take him for some quick newborn testing. You almost didn't let them take him, you wanted to keep holding him, but they assured you it wouldn’t be more than 30 minutes and they’d have him back in your arms shortly.

You're not sure how much time had passed when you woke up, you’re whole body sore, feeling nearly hungover, tired, dehydrated, a hint of nausea.

“Hi.” You turn to see Jessie, she’s sitting at your bedside, holding your son who has been clothes and swaddled into a blanket. He’s quiet, awake but not making noise. “They brought him back a little bit ago, sorry I didn’t wake you but I figured you could use the sleep.”

“Thanks.” You have to admit you were a bit sad you missed his return but you were grateful your wife let you sleep. You couldn’t stop looking at her. The way she was holding your little bundle of joy, she was smiling, she hadn’t stopped smiling since she heard his first cries. She was looking down at him, making faces at him. She was wearing a black hoodie and a pair of training shorts from a day ago now. Her baby hairs sticking out from the hood in every direction. She hadn’t slept in nearly 26 hours but she looked perfect.

She had been at training when you called her. You actually had to call Janine, who was still working on her ACL recovery, she always had her phone on her unlike your wife. Jessie was set to take time off from training starting next week, a week before your due date, but your son had other plans and decided to grace you with his presence early. Janine thankfully answered on the first ring and went running to find Jessie. You were grateful that Janine was allowed to be running, or else she would’ve had to slowly limp or crutch to find your wife. You could hear Janine shouting at Jessie from across the pitch, followed by some talking but you were too focused on a contraction to listen. Seconds later Jessie was calling you, you hung up with Janine and got on the phone with Jessie, you stayed on the phone with her all the way until she came running into your hospital room. You were admitted to the hospital late that night and didn’t meet your son until early the next morning.

It was such a surreal feeling, watching Jessie hold him. You had seen her with other babies before, other player’s babies, friend’s kids, or just random fans' babies that she’s held for photos. That was truely what made you want to have a baby with her so badly. She gave you baby fever you had never had baby fever before you were with her. But nothing compared to the baby fever you felt seeing her with her hand on your son. You were ready to start over and have more of her babies the way she looked at him and looked at you with overwhelming love in her eyes.

Jessie stands up, walking over to you, holding out the bundle of blanket and baby. “Do you want to hold him? I can, if you’d rather rest more, just, you did all the hard work. I want to let you hold him if you want to.”

“Jessie you put up with me pregnant and trying to get pregnant for over a year, I think if anyone had the hard job it was you.” You extend your arms to her, she gently places your son on your chest. Jessie had been a saint during your pregnancy, getting up early with you when you were sick, staying up late to rub your feet. She would stand behind you and hold your belly, taking the weight off of you for as long as you’d let her. She would jump out of bed late at night to make you a snack no matter how early she had to get up. She would FaceTime you for hours on end when she had to be away. Jessie couldn’t have been a better partner.

“All his newborn tests came back good. I wrote down all the details so you could have them if you wanted but everything’s good. How are you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a bus a little bit.” You both laugh. “But I guess that’s normal.” You point toward your water bottle and electrolytes that sat next to it, Jessie hands you both.

“The nurses and doctors are going to come check on you in a little bit too, they came in while you were sleeping but I asked if they could let you be for a bit. Since you didn’t have any issues and your vitals were fine they said they’d come back in an hour.”

“Okay.” You appreciated the heads up from Jessie, the doctors, the exams, the appointment, the stress, the test, were your least favorite part of pregnancy and she knew it, she tried her best to ease your discomfort and anxieties about it whenever she could. You were happy to know that part of parenthood was pretty much over, back to routine.

It was peaceful for a second before your son started wailing.

“What do I do? I don’t know what to do?” You’re wide eyed looking at your wife. A deep feeling of panic begins to build in your stomach. The reality that you’re now responsible for this little baby boy’s life sets in. You’ve never been a mom, you have no idea how to be a mom.

“It’s okay babe. You do. Do you want me to take him?” She wanted to help, her goal was to ease your stress. It was stressful for both of you being new parents but she knew you were experiencing it a little differently with the hormones from birth.

“No, I just don’t know what to do!” You’re on the verge of tears, you feel helpless, your son was crying and you weren’t sure what he needed. He was helpless and you were supposed to be the one to help him.

“Do you want to try and feed him again?” Jessie offers gently, you had tried to feed him earlier with the help of nurses but your son seemed to have no interest and it had left you feeling a little defeated.

“I guess.” You were hesitant but you weren’t sure what else he needed, he was warm, being held and didn’t need to be changed. Jessie held her arms out, taking him from you so you could sit up and get your shirt out of the way. While you were adjusting one of the nurses came in, letting you know that if you wanted help or assistance she was there but that you were welcome to do it on your own as well.

Jessie handed you back your son, she had unwrapped him from the tight swaddle. “The nurse said him being skin to skin might help.” You placed your son against your chest, offering him the chance to feed. You maneuvered yourself and your son with the help of Jessie until finally he had latched and was peacefully eating. You felt so relieved, finally feeling like you were doing a good job of being a mom. He ate until his mouth fell open, his eyes now closed as he drifted asleep.

“See.” Jessie whispered to you, “you do know what he needs, you’re his Mom. Even if it’s scary and new, you know how to help him. I’m here with you too, this isn’t all on you babe.” She placed a kiss on the top of your head and you craned your neck up, puckering your lips. She placed her lips softly on yours, not caring about the PDA in front of the doctors and nurses.

“You’re his Mom too Jess, his our baby boy.” You never wanted Jessie to feel like she was less of his mother because she didn’t carry him or birth him, she was equally his Mom as you were.

“I know, he’s ours.” You both can’t pull your eyes off the sleeping boy, laying across your chest, your arms holding him to you.

“I love you.” You quietly whispered to her, not wanting to wake your son from his sleep.

“I love you.” She whispered back, placing a blanket across both of you again, letting you drift to sleep while she kept a watchful eye on both of you, the two people she loved the most in this world.

#jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #jessie fleming imagine #jflem #woso imagine #woso x reader #canwnt #portland thorns

[babydollmarauders]

I absolutely love the el!hughes series can you do a blurb of Jack and the team/ Hughes family finding out reader is in labor if not that is totally ok. Have a great day!!

i wasn’t sure how to write the devils finding out y/n is in labor because i already kinda knew how jack would find out and it didn’t match up with the team finding out, so i apologize and i hope you still like this! i might write another blurb in third person pov with the devils on call with jack and finding out!

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i wasn’t even awake yet when my water broke. in fact, i woke up on wet sheets and to dull pain in my back and lower abdomen.

the baby isn’t due for another week, so immediately i assume that it’s braxton hicks contractions and that i accidentally peed myself while i slept, as i’ve heard it can happen to pregnant women.

i rise from the bed, deep breathing through my pain as i change the bed sheets, just glad Jack was at morning skate and wouldn’t be privy to my embarrassment.

padding down the hallway, i throw the old sheets in the washer before making my way back to Jack and i’s room and into the en suite bathroom. turning the shower water on warm, i strip my pajamas, determined to power through the pain.

it’s not long into my shower that i hear Jack enter the bathroom, obviously home from morning skate.

“hey, how was skate?” i ask him through glass shower walls while i rinse the conditioner out of my hair.

“it was good. i think we’ve got a high chance of beating them tonight.” he tells me. through the foggy glass i can see him sit on the bathroom counter top, not an unusual occurrence, as Jack often sits in here and converses with me while i shower.

“mother of hell!” i curse, grabbing at my bump as i hunch over in pain.

“woah, you okay? what’s wrong?” Jack jumps off the counter when i don’t respond, ripping the shower door open to look at me.

“it’s just braxton hicks. i’m fine, i just need to drink some water and put my feet up.” i tell him, turning off the shower water. he hands me my towel as i step out and holds me by my arm as i walk into our bedroom.

“are you sure? maybe we should go to the hospital.” he’s panicked, his words fast.

“seriously, Jacky, i’m okay. it’s my body, i think i would know if i was in labor.”

i get dressed as normal, Jack watching me worriedly as i do so, before making my way to the kitchen to eat some breakfast.

in the midst of pouring my cereal, the pain gets worse, and it’s at this moment when i decide that maybe i’m wrong. the pains aren’t as spaced out anymore, it’s possible i could be in labor. maybe it was actually my water breaking and i didn’t wet the bed. however, i refuse to go to the hospital before i can eat.

sitting at the table, i call out to my husband in between bites.

“Jack?”

“yeah, babe?” he’s sitting on the couch with Luke, watching Top Gun when he replies, his eyes never even leaving the screen.

“you should call your mom.” i tell him.

“hmm? why?” he keeps the same distracted tone, never looking away from the movie.

“because i’m in labor.”

“oh okay.” i can’t help but laugh, he obviously didn’t hear me or wasn’t paying enough attention. but Luke definitely did because he suddenly sits up straight on the couch, his head snapping to look over at me as he smacks Jack on the chest.

“ow, what?” Jack groans, finally tearing his eyes from the tv to look at his brother.

“you wanna ask your wife to repeat what she just said? because you obviously weren’t listening.” Luke says, nodding over to me. Jack turns to look at me as i shovel the last bite into my mouth.

“sorry, babe. what did you say?”

“i said you should call your mom.” i respond.

“yeah, i heard that. but, why?” he furrows his brows at me as i put my bowl in the sink, rinsing it out.

“because i’m in labor.” i repeat. his eyes grow wide as he shoots up from the couch.

“oh my god. do we have everything? did we even finish packing the hospital bag? we’re having a baby, holy shit.”

i’m about to speak up, but Luke beats me to it.

“bro, calm the fuck down! just take Lovie to the hospital. if there’s anything missing from the bag, i can bring it. just go!”

Jack nods, ushering me towards the front door as he grabs the hospital bag from our bedroom.

it doesn’t even seem like he’s calmed down once we arrive to the hospital. we sit in the waiting room for no longer than fifteen minutes before getting taken back to a private room. doctors and nurses rotate out of the room for a good hour before we’re finally able to relax.

“i should probably call my parents now? right?” he asks, sitting down on a small couch in the room. i nod, breathing through a contraction.

he calls Ellen. the phone rings a few times before the call connects and Jack switches it onto speaker.

“hey, sweetheart! you ready for your game?” she asks him.

“oh shit, i still need to call coach.” he looks over at me like a deer in headlights.

“what, honey? what do you mean?” Ellen chimes over the phone.

“uh, Lovie’s in labor, mom.”

“what?! i told your dad we should’ve come this week instead of next!” she chides. “how is y/n feeling? are you guys at the hospital yet?”

“she’s-” Jack looks back over to asses me and i give him a thumbs up. “good. she says she’s fine. yeah, we got here about an hour ago.”

“okay! i’m glad she’s feeling okay! your dad and i will be on the next flight we can get out there!”

“okay. i’ll see you then, mom. i gotta let coach know i can’t play tonight, so i gotta go.”

“okay, bye honey! see you as soon as i can!”

Jack sighs after he hangs up, holding his head in his hands.

“we’re gonna be parents.”

#el!hughes au #jack hughes x reader #ask faithlynn ✨

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March 2025

“Ugh. Quinn.” You looked over at your husband. You had just gotten sick for the second time that morning, and you were feeling worse by the minute. “Quinny.” You moaned painfully again.

“Honey?” Quinn woke up rubbing his eyes hearing you call out for him from the bathroom. He looked over and saw you haunched over the toilet with pale clammy skin. “What’s wrong?” He rushed over to your side.

“What do you think Q? I’m -” You were cut off once again by another wave of nausea, making you cough up the contents of your stomach once again. Quinn just sat there on the side of the bathtub holding your hair back, and rubbing small circles on your back.

When you were done, Quinn carried you back to bed. He didn’t need to take your temperature, he already knew you were sick and that your temp would be high.

Just then baby Beck started to cry, a ‘wake up mom I’m hungry cry’. You try and sit up only to have your husband gently push you back down onto the bed.

“I need to get the Beck.” You try to get up again, and Quinn pushes you down once again. “Q, please. I don’t feel good and my baby is crying and he’s hungry. If I don’t get him soon, he’s going to wake up Hattie and then she’s going to be crabby for the rest of the day.” You were starting to get a little worked up, you hated hearing your children cry.

“No you need to rest. I’m going to feed Beck, then I’m going to call in and tell them that I can’t come in today. I’ll check in on you in a bit.” The tired father of two rubbed his eyes getting up to get the six-month-old baby boy.

“Don’t forget that you have to heat the milk up with warm water.” You wanted to go get the hungry baby but you also knew that Quinn would be able to handle his own.

“Yeah. Yeah. I know.” Quinn mumbled walking out the door.

Mid Morning

“Hattie girl, what are you doing?” Quinn ask his daughter, who was currently coloring in one of her coloring books.

“Nothing.” She giggled looking at her father. Hattie had taken the stickers from her coloring book and placed them all over her face and arms.

“Trix, those are going to hurt to get off.” he looked over to her and saw what she was doing.

“No they won’t.” She continued to place stickers on her arms.

“Well then don’t come crying to me when it’s time to take them off.” Quinn went back to making macaroni and cheese for lunch.

After Nap Time

“Beck Elias Hughes, stay still. Why do you have so much energy? You literally just woke up.” Quinn muttered to himself as he tried to keep the baby still long enough to take the diaper off and put a new one on.

“I will pay you money if you stay still young man.” That seemed to get Beck’s attention because he sat still long enough for him to get the dirty diaper off.  He was just grabbing the new diaper when he felt something warm on his other hand.

“Dude. Really? I thought we out grew this months ago, don’t be like your uncle” He groaned quickly getting the new diaper on before Beck made more of a mess. The baby just giggled and smiled at his daddy. “Yeah you think that’s funny? It’s not. How does Mommy put up with you and all your silliness?” Quinn joked once he was done and washed his hands.

Before Dinner

“What would you like for dinner Trix?” Quinn asked the little girl who was playing with her dolls quietly in the living room. How he had managed to stay sane today while he played Mr. Mom, he will never know. But he made it this far and it was going good so far.

“Mac and cheese.” Hattie looked up at him and smiled widely. She loved mac and cheese. She loved it so much she could eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner if they would let her.

“No. You had that for lunch. How about we have pizza or something like that.” Quinn suggested holding Beck on his hip as he looked in the freezer eyeing all the food choices in there.

“NO. Mac and Cheese.” Hattie yelled, she was not going to give in. She wanted her noodles. Even though she had them earlier, she wanted them again.

“Hattie Beatrix. We’re going to have pizza. I know you like pizza. Why don’t you come over here and help me choose which one we should have.” Quinn just chose the entree. He knew his daughter would eat it, she wasn’t a picky eater, and she would like it.

“Ugh fine.” Hattie got up from her spot and trudged over to her father. She wasn’t too excited about this idea, but she was starting to get hungry. “Pepperoni.” She pointed to the froze pizza box her father held out for her.

Bed Time

Shortly before the kids were supposed to be in bed, you were starting to feel a lot better, and you had decided that you would say goodnight to the little kiddos and tell them how much you loved them. You had gotten to Hattie’s door when you stopped and heard the conversation that was going on.

“Daddy?” Hattie snuggled into bed.

“Yes Trixie?” Quinn came over to her bed and sat down on it.

“Can you tell me a story?” She asked rubbing her eyes. She was tired, but still wanted a nighttime story to lull her into sleep mode.

“What do you want the story to be about?” He was still holding the baby, who didn’t want to go to sleep either. He started coming up with fun little stories to tell his daughter. But the answer she gave her was the most surprising thing.

“Tell me about when you fell in love wif Mommy.” She yawned, but still looked at her father.

Quinn smiled. He loved telling his daughter that story. It was his favorite. “Well, when I first met Mommy, I didn’t really like her. I thought she was Uncle Jack’s  annoying friend. And if she was being honest, she would say the same thing. But Uncle Jack would say it was love at first sight.” He continued on with the story. By the time he was done, he had two sleeping babies. He placed a soft kiss on Hattie’s head, then he went to place Beck in his crib next door.

When he exited the he finally saw you standing there. “Hey you look a lot better than this morning.”

“I feel a lot better.” You smiled wrapping your arms around his waist. “Thank you for taking care of the kids today Quinny.”

“It was nothing.” He shrugged and placed he snaked his arms around you.

“I love you.” you smiled. You wanted to kiss him but you knew you probably shouldn’t.

Quinn kissed you not caring that he might stand the chance of getting sick. He didn’t care, he had everything he ever wanted and he wanted to show you just how much he loved you and appreciated what you did with that one kiss.

“I love you too.”

let me know what you think. comments, complaints, suggestions are all welcome.

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[renecdote]

I and love and you

Set post In Another Life so y'know. Spoilers ahead.

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The first SOS text comes two days after Buck is released from the hospital: help they’re driving me crazy. Eddie squints at it, waiting for more, and when it doesn’t come, he skips replying and hits call.

“Hey,” Buck answers, and he’s trying so hard to sound upbeat, but Eddie knows him well enough to hear the cracks.

“Hey,” he echoes, and it comes out softer than he means it to. “Your parents?”

The snick of a door closing—the balcony, Eddie guesses—and the scrape of a chair before Buck says, “Ugh. My parents.”

Eddie pours himself a fresh cup of coffee, then pulls out his own chair, making himself comfortable at the kitchen table while they talk.

“It was nice,” Buck adds, before Eddie can prompt him. “At first, I mean. They were… concerned, I guess. I mean, I know they were.”

Eddie hums. He thinks this is the part where he’s supposed to say, “of course they were concerned, they’re your parents,” but he doesn’t. They both know he wouldn’t really mean it.

“Buying me a couch is one thing,” Buck goes on, and Eddie gets halfway to wait, what— but he’s already moving on. “But I woke up this morning and mom was rearranging my closet? She said she wanted the clothes to be easier for me to reach, but it’s a closet, Eddie, isn’t the whole point that the clothes are already in reach?”

It’s too easy to picture Buck when he has just woken up, bleary eyed and fluffy haired, squinting against the morning sunlight because he always forgets to close the blinds. Probably pillow creases on his face too, whatever hoodie he wore to bed twisted up around him, one sock lost somewhere down the end of the bed. That little scrunch between his eyebrows that Eddie used to imagine reaching across the pillow to smooth away in those long months of quarantine. That he still imagines smoothing away some mornings, when he gets up and finds Buck still asleep on the couch because he didn’t want to drive home the night before.

“Rearranging your closet does seem a little overkill,” he agrees, probably a beat too late.

“It’s not just that,” Buck complains. “It’s everything. My meds, the food I eat—even when I got up to go to the bathroom earlier, they both tried to help me, like I can’t walk across my own apartment without collapsing or something.”

It’s too easy to picture that too: Buck collapsing. Buck not breathing. Buck’s heart not beating. Eddie swallows, then swallows again, holding his coffee mug tight against a rush of cold that makes him shiver.

“Why don’t I come pick you up?” he offers, and he doesn’t care if it’s selfish. “I’m sure Chris would love to see you when he gets home from school.”

There’s a smile breaking through the tiredness in Buck’s voice when he asks, “Just Chris?”

They used to joke like this. Eddie knows what his line is supposed to be, knows how he’s supposed to carry the joke, but that was before. Before Buck got struck by lightning, before his heart stopped beating, before Eddie cried over his hospital bed while Chris begged him to wake up.

“I’d love to see you too,” he says, and it feels like too much truth and not enough at the same time. It’s I and love and you, but they’re not fit together the way he wants them to be. The way he means them but can’t bring himself to say.

He wonders if Buck hears it anyway, with the way his voice catches before he replies, “I’d love to see you too.”

They stood on top of the fire engine together once, braced against wind and speed as they tried to catch a man hanging from a plane. Eddie still remembers the way the adrenaline tasted, the way they grinned at each other, the way he knew that Buck would catch him if he fell. He could fall now, he thinks, and Buck would catch him. Buck will always catch him.

But not today. Probably not tomorrow either. They still have time.

Eddie stands and pours his mostly untouched coffee down the sink.

“I can be there in twenty,” he says. “You can tell your parents you’ve got a better offer for the afternoon.”

Buck laughs, then groans. “Ouch. Don’t make me laugh.”

“It’s not my fault you think I’m funny,” Eddie answers, and it’s easier this time, to joke the way they always have. To hear Buck breathing on the other end of the line and take his own breath to match.

“I never said you were funny,” Buck protests, but he’s still smiling. Grinning, probably.

Eddie takes a second to close his eyes and picture it—Buck grinning, Buck breathing, Buck alive—then he grabs his keys and heads for the door.

He doesn’t hang up.

Buck doesn’t hang up either, even when he gets too tired to talk.

For the twenty minutes across town, Eddie listens to the sound of his best friend breathing, and the muted sounds of LA traffic in the background, and something else. Something that might be the sound of the wind whistling four stories up, or might be nothing at all.

“I’m here,” he says when he is pulling into a parking spot.

And Buck says, “okay, see you in a minute,” but he still doesn’t hang up the phone until Eddie is knocking on the apartment door. He’s pretty sure that doesn’t mean nothing. He’s pretty sure that, if he asked, it might mean everything.

(I and love and you, fit together in all the ways he wants them to be.)

But not today. Probably not tomorrow either.

They still have time.

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[strangerthings-01]

He never deserved you

This is a kind of a long fic but I've been gone so long I wanted to give a long and more detailed story lol. I can either do a part two or if anyone has any suggestions, my inbox is open!

Summary: For a couple of months, you had been dating Jason carver until you realized what a douche he was. You never realized ending things with him would help you fall for another. Someone you didn't expect.

Angst, cussing, mentions of smoking

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The 6 AM alarm that suddenly went off, blaring in your eyes jolted you out of your sleep reminding you that it was time to get ready for yet another day of school. You really needed to find a different alarm. Waking up terrified was not the best way to start your day but on the bright side, at least it woke you up. You groaned slightly and rubbed your eyes trying to get the sleep out of them before you turned on the lamp on your nightstand. You squinted at the bright light that filled the room as your eyes tried to adjust from the pitch black they were just in.

Removing the covers off your body, you stood up and grabbed the clothes that you placed on your desk chair the night before, thankful you didn’t have to dig through your drawers to find something. You yawned as you walked into the bathroom that connected to your bedroom and began to get ready.

The outfit was simple. Skinny jeans and a black sweater that fell off one side of your shoulder because of it being just a size bigger than what you’d normally wear. Or maybe it was just like that. Who knows? After placing your hair into a messy bun, you headed downstairs and was grateful when you saw your mom had already brewed some coffee and made you a cup. “Oh thank you. I’m so exhausted today.” Having enough time before you had to leave, you sat down in the kitchen chair across from your mom who was reading the daily paper.

She looked up and set the paper down, leaning her head on her hand. “You’re welcome. Did you not sleep?” You sipped on it and squinted your eyes in concentration. “No I did. I don’t know. Just one of those days I guess.” She nodded and cleared her throat, leaning back in her chair. “Feel that. Well hopefully that coffee will get you through the day. You’re almost done with junior year. Just a couple of more weeks to go. I want you to focus okay?”

You nodded and gave a quick smile. “I will I promise. Finals are the last week of school. I’ve been studying like crazy trying to prepare. I can’t wait for summer.” You rubbed the side of your head and sighed before standing up and washing the mug out then placing it in the sink. “I know the feeling. Just- please don’t let him distract you. Jason, I mean. Boys are not worth more than your future.”

You turned around and leaned on the counter and gave your mom a far off look. “I know that. And I know how you feel about Jason and before you saying anything-“ her mom had opened her mouth to say object. “I know. I’m going to end it soon with him. He’s being an ass lately and hasn’t been treating me right anyways.” She scrunched her eyes brows. “He isn’t hurting you is he? Cause I will-“

“No no! Of course not. I just- he just says things that make me feel unimportant and distant from everyone. I just don’t wanna deal with it. After him, I’m hoping to stay away from boys for a bit.” Your mom smiled. “Good. You deserve better and thank god you’re getting rid of him. I couldn’t stand him.” You laughed and pushed off the counter. “Oh I’m aware. Alright I gotta go. I don’t want to be late. I love you.” You grabbed your car keys from the bowl in the living room and your backpack from the coat hanger and headed out the door as she was saying it back.

You got into your car and started the engine, shivering at the slight cold that nipped at your body. It had been true though. Jason had been treating you like crap. Telling you to be quiet when you said something or dropping your hand when he was around Chrissy which really pissed you off. You knew it wasn’t Chrissy’s fault but it still got under your skin that he didn’t even try to be subtle that he had feelings for another girl. That was the main reason why you were ending it at school today.

You knew it wasn’t the best thing to do but being in a public space made you more comfortable than if you were alone. It was known he had anger issues and you truly didn’t want to risk it.

As you drove off down the rode to Hawkins high, a million thoughts hit your brain. How would you end it? Where would you do it? Empty classroom? No that’s stupid. Maybe the lunchroom? You didn’t want to embarrass him. That’s not who you were. By the lockers would be good. People were around but no one would be paying attention. Not really. More thoughts invaded your brain pulling you from the Jason subject.

You still needed to study for the history exam and you hadn’t even started the science study guide. There was so much going on and you had no idea how you were managing it all. You took a deep breath to calm down and reminded yourself to take it one day at a time. As soon as Jason was out of your life, it was one less thing to worry about and gave you more of an opportunity to focus on exams. It would be a good thing.

You pulled into the parking lot and parked in a random spot. There weren’t many cars that took up the lot seeing as most people walked from the town being so small. The only cars were a few students and the faculty.

You turned your engine off and grabbed your backpack as you made your way into school, nervous about how the day would go. Walking to your locker, you sighed of relief as you noticed Jason wasn’t there yet giving you time to mentally prepare. You opened your locker and put in what you didn’t need at the moment and then shut it. As soon as the latch connected, your friend Tara came up to you. “Hey do you have the notes for English? I’m way behind.” You chuckled and shook your head not even surprised. Tara wasn’t really one to pay attention so she was always asking for notes but she was your friend and she meant well so you typically didn’t mind. “Yeah I do. Hold on.” You opened the English folder that you had in your hand and pulled out a couple of papers with notes scattered all over. “Don’t lose these please.” Tara took them gently and smiled. “I won’t. I promise. Thank you . I owe you one, see you later.”

A couple minutes after she walked away, you felt hands wrap around your waist. “Hey babe.” Jason. You felt immediate annoyance and anxiousness. “Hey Jason.” You turned around and backed away from his embrace. He smiled and leaned down to kiss you but you turned your head so his lips made contact with your cheek instead. He furrowed his eyebrows and pulled his head away. “What was that?” You shoved your hands into your sweater and cleared your throat. “We need to talk…” He raised his eyebrows and chuckled. “Okay? About what? Should we go somewhere private?” You shook your head trying to prepare how you were going to say this. “This isn’t working out. I think we need to break up.” The words flew out before you lost the nerve to speak them. Your hand almost flew to your mouth as if you couldn’t believed you had said it but you forced them to stay in your pockets.

“Uhh I really hope you’re just fucking with me.” He laughed humorlessly. You cleared your throat and looked around to make sure no one was paying attention. They weren’t. “No I’m being serious. I’m tired of the way you treat me and it’s clear you like Chrissy so consider it an out. It’s over.” You looked up at him to try to grasp what he was feeling. He stood there, mouth slightly open and eyebrows scrunched as if she had just told him the most absurd thing. You thought for a second he might actually be hurt and feeling something but no he burst out laughing and pointed at you. “You’re breaking up with me? No babe I’m breaking up with you.” You rolled your eyes and took your hands out of your pockets to fix the strays of your hair. “Honestly if that’s what you want to tell people, it genuinely doesn’t matter to me. As long as I’m away from you.” You began to walk away when he grabbed your wrist tightly and yanked you back so you were face to face. Did no one see that?

“Ow Jason let go.” He sneered at you keeping the grip on your wrist. “You think you’re cute but honey I could have anyone in this school I wanted. The amount of girls I have lined up…you mean nothing to me. All I wanted was the sex and you couldn’t even give me that you fucking tease. So good I’m glad we’re over. Good look finding anyone to be with you.”Your eyes prickled with tears but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of crying. “Let me go Jason. You’re hurting me.” He pinned you against the locker and gripped your face with his other hand. As soon as he did, he was thrown off by someone and you immediately backed away from Jason.

“I could have sworn she told you to let her go, carver. Laying your hands on women. Not a good thing to do around me.” You looked up at the tall figure and it was none other than Eddie Munson. The one everyone called the freak of Hawkins high. You had only talked to him a couple of times in class but he was a pretty nice guy. Just struggled a bit to keep up like Tara or so people whispered. Rumors over him being held back spread like wildfire.

You were shocked he was defending you considering he really didn’t know you. You instinctively got behind him and he gave you a side glance, not moving. “You can mind your own business freak. We were just having a little moment. No one was hurting anyone so back off.”

Eddie chuckled and shook his head, his curls moving around. “Not what I saw but consider it a warning. For her sake. But next time, I won’t be so nice.” Jason laughed and put his hands up shaking them. “Oh wow I’m so scared. Fuck off Munson. Next time I won’t be so nice. You and that little bitch better watch your backs.” He stormed off, leaving you two in the hallway and a couple of people were staring and murmuring about the commotion. Of course now they notice once Eddie is invovled.

Eddie turned around and looked down at you. Rubbing your wrist, you looked up at him and looked into his eyes. You never noticed how pretty his eyes were. Or just how pretty he was. You and Eddie talked occasinoally in class but you never really became clos mainly because jason forbade it. “Are you okay?” He asked which pulled you from whatever trance you were just in.

You blinked a couple of times and looked around the hallway before meeting his eyes again, the eyes that were still focused on you. “I’m okay. I figured he would have had a reaction like that. Why-why did you help me? We barely know each other." Maybe it was a rude question to ask but really, why would he have all people help you? “I know a lot more about you than you would think. Why are you asking? It can’t be hard to believe that I would help you. Especially from someone like Jason.” He looked a little hurt but the look on his face went away as fast as it had come.

His words struck you in a way you couldn’t comprehend. What did he mean he knew about you? I mean yeah you’ve partnered up to do projects but it never turned into a friendship. Conversations didn’t happen often between you two. What could he possibly know. “No no. I’m sorry. That was rude of me. Forget I asked. Thank you for defending me.” Being flustered around Eddie Munson was definitely not on your list of things to expect for the year. “No problem sweetheart. If he bothers you again, don’t be afraid to tell me. You know where to find me.” He winked and walked off giving you no chance to respond. Did he mean at the hellfire club? Or the lunchroom? Or the several classes you shared? You let out a sharp breath and blinked a couple of times trying to make sense of everything when the loud shrilling bell sounded. “Crap I’m late. Munson.” You muttered and ran off towards your first class of the day.

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After school, you were grabbing your things from your locker when tara came up next to you and shut the locker causing you to jump and let out a gasp. "what the hell tara? I'm glad my hand wasn't still there." She gave a slight eyeroll and then a pointed look. "I made sure you were done. You did not tell me that you were breaking up with Jason. I would have thrown a goddamn party. And what the hell was that with eddie munson today? I have literally never seen you have a full conversation with him outside of a classroom? What's the tea miss girl because you nelgected to fill me in at all and-" You cut her off mid rant and laughed slightly, one at the jab at jason and two at the enthusiasm of wanting to know everything all the time.

"I didn't tell you about Jason because I had literally been trying to work up courage all week to end it and I didn't want to lose the confidence to do it. As for Eddie, Jason was being kind of aggresive and he defended me..." Tara's mouth dropped as she leaned against the lockers. "The freak of hawkins high defened a popular kid? Whaaaa? He must like you." She giggled and rubbed her hands together. You rolled your eyes and started walking down the hallway towards the exit, tara hot on your heels. "First, I am hardly popular. More by assoication and that's gone for sure. Second, don't call him that. He's actually really....sweet and he definitely doesn't like me." You pushed open one side of the double doors and walked out into the parking lot heading to your car. "Sweet? I'm sorry. Where exactly did your sense go? This is the guy who stands on top of tables and yells at people who look at him the wrong way."

You turned to face her as soon as you reached the drivers side of your car. "No he yells at Jason. Big difference. I just think he's misunderstood, that's all. So what? He defened me from my jerk ex boyfriend. I doubt we'll ever talk again. He was just being a decent person." Tara scoffed and crossed her arms. "So he didn't say anything else after he defended you? It just happened and what? He walked away?"

You weren't sure if you should tell her the other part just because you knew how it sounded and Tara would totally take it a whole different way but you did want another opinion. "I thanked him and he told me that I knew where to find him if Jason ever messed with me..." You avoided eye contact after the words came out and she squealed, grabbing your arm. And there it is and here we go. "He is so into you. Look he may not be someone I would date and he may be weird as fuck but he's hot as shit. I would support you. Much better than carver." She made a throw up motion. "Tara, I extremely doubt he is into me. We barely talk outside of class like you said. Where would he have had time to gain a crush on me?" Tara shrugged and went to say something when her attention got diverted to something across the parking lot. "Can we talk later? Josh is here. Love you bye." Before you even had the chance to respond, she was halfway across the parking lot to catch up with her boyfriend. Typical Tara.

As you were unlocking your car, you felt eyes on you and looked around to see if it is maybe just paranoia from the events this morning when you caught Eddie leaning against his own car smoking a ciggirate, glancing at you. You made eye contact with him for a couple of seconds before he slightly smirked, put out his cig on the ground using his boot to snuff it and drive off in his car. Flustered, you got in your own car and drove home trying to process the days events.

Why had he smirked at you? Was he judging or had Tara been right about him having feelings for you? But it didn't make sense because in order to like someone, you would have to know them. You knew nothing about eddie munson and he definitely knew nothing about you, or did he? You let out a heavy sigh and forced yourself to focus on the road.

As soon as you got home, you went straight to your room and started studying. You had already gotten rid of one boy, you certainly didn't need to think about another, especially from one interaction. What is wrong with you? Pulling out all of your notebooks, you were determined to distract your mind when you notcied your english notes weren't returned. Tara. You shook your head and gave a soft chuckle as you opened your history notes and started to go through them. History was your favorite subject so it wasn't difficult for you to remember lessons from it. You went through pretty fast and studied half of your science notes as well before you crashed from exhasution. Thoughts of school, eddie, and jason fled from your brain as sleep took over your body.

Thankfully your alarm was set to wake you up at the same time everyday on weekdays because you slept the rest of the day and through the night until it was time for school again. When you were fully awake, you turned off the alarm and noticed the lights had been turned off and a blanket was pulled over you seeing as you were on top of your comforter. Your mom must have come in late last night to check on you.

Your morning routine stayed the same and soon enough, you were back at school and in your first class. Anxiousness filled your body as you realized you would more than likely have to see Jason today. After his outburtst yesterday, you weren't sure if he would leave you alone or not. You could take Eddie up on his offer but the truth was you didn't need protection or help. You could handle yourself and if anything, it would be tara beating his ass.

Your name being called from the roster pulled you from your thoughts and you muttered a 'here'. First class was homeroom so it was more like a free period. Most teachers let you do whatever you wanted in homeroom as long as you didn't get too loud. But today the teacher wanted you to get in pairs to discuss finals and assignments so you were on the right track.

You suddenly remembered eddie was in this class and subtly turned your head to see if he was there and sure enough he was in the same seat. Before yesterday you typically wouldn't have cared where he was considering he was just like any other student but after what he did for you, it was like you wanted to know more about him. His eyes met yours and raised his eyebrows up. "Wanna be partners?" You flushed and stammered a bit before clearing your throat. "Uh yeah sure." You hadn't expected that, not this early and soon. But you would humor it. What's the worst that could happen? Just as you were about to move, he got up and sat in the chair next to you. He had nothing with him but a notebook and a pencil. You were slightly confsued as to where he kept all of his work but that wasn't really important right now.

Before talk about finals and school, you had something else you wanted to discuss with him. "I wanted to thank you again for yesterday. I don't know if you were the only one to notice but you were the only person who did something." He breathed out heavily but not out of annoyance or stress, it was more like he was thinking about what you said and the events that took place just yesterday morning. "It was really no problem. Just did what I knew was right."

For some reason, that comment upset you in a way. Almost as if what had happened wasn't important or just simply not enough to talk about. But maybe he just didn't know what to say so you changed the subject. "I did have a question though. What did you mean when you said you knew more about me than I thought you did?"m The question had been presenting itself in your brain since yesterday. He half smiled and cleared his throat, tapping his pencil on the desk. ""It means that I watch you or observe, yeah that's less creepy." The admittance shocked you. What was so interesting about you? "Word flies fast in this god forskaen school. Just so happens people talk good about you and we've talked a handful of times. Let's just say Carver never desevred you." You felt unsure on how to take that comment in considering it had been said with such respect and genuineness but also not something you expected from the "bad boy".

"Thank you. That means a lot." You decided to go with the simple but grateful response and tried to move on beofore the awkwardness set in. "Um, so did you want to compare notes ? I'm so stressed for the finals." He gave you a look you couldn't comprhend that laid between awe and humor. "You really are a good girl aren't you?" You blinked a couple of times trying to understand whre he was going with that question. "I'm not sure what you mean. I just want to pass. Don't you?" He sighed and leaned his head onto his hand. "Well of course but I'm too far behind. The finals would let me pass though if I got just a good enough grade but I doubt it." So the rumors were true. He really didn't do school work that often but why? There was another question that had always kept you curious. "Did you get held back?" The words left your lips before you could fully process it. Your hand instinctively went over your abrasive mouth. "I'm so sorry. I have no idea why I just said that." He chuckled and shrugged, leaning forward. "it's not a secret sweetheart. Yes I did. No reason to hide it. Is that a problem?"

You shook your head, mouth parting slightly before speaking. "No no! Of course not. It's honestly none of my business. Look, I have notes for every class to help me study for the finals. Did you maybe want me to help you study for the next couple of weeks so you have a chance to pass?" He stared at you, a puzzled look crossing his face. "you would do that? Won't your reputation be ruined?" The comment felt like a slap to the face and went a whole different direction from the conversation that was just had, the dissappointment flooding your body. "I don't have a reputation and even if I did, that went over a cliff the moment I ended it with my mentally abusive boyfriend, okay? If you don't want my help, you can just say that." The bell rung at that moment which was perfect timing to make an exit. You gathered your things and got up quickly, trying to leave the classroom before anything else could be said. Maybe Eddie Munson was just like people said after all. What had you said or done to provoke a response like that?

As you reached the doorway, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist causing you to look back. "wait. I'm sorry. That was me being a dick. I-" You pulled your wrist away. "You think?" He pulled you off to the side and looked down at you. "It came off the wrong way. I didn't mean it like that. I just mean that you're a nice girl and people like you and well people don't like me" You sighed and looked at the ground for a couple of seconds before looking him in the eye. "I can make my own decisions and hang out with or help whoever I want. If people had a problem with that, not my issue." He pursed his lips and a look between embarrasment and awkwardness covered his features. "You're right. I shouldn't have said it and I'm sorry. If it's any consolation, I would like your help."

He seemed like he was being sincere and giving him a second chance was something a lot of people neglected to do. Being treated the way he is would cause you to build a wall and that was something you could understand. "Okay fine. But say anything like that again, you can forget it." He gave a wry smile and nodded once. "Duly noted. So where should we meet? Your place?" You shook your head quickly. "No. My mom will question the hell out of you and I would rather not have to endure an iterrogation myself. Either a public place or your place?" You questioned, curiousity peeking at the edges indicating you were wanting to know where he lived.

“I live in a trailer park so not sure if you would want to be somewhere like that.” Confusion took over your features as you took in his words. Was he embarrassed about where he lived? “I’m not one to care or judge where people live? I don’t mind coming to yours.” He blinked and pulled his head back, surprised that you had no hesitation about it. “Oh okay. Well I guess you can come around, say 5?” You nodded and smiled with your lips. “Sounds good. I gotta get to class. Bye Eddie.” You left the room before he could respond and walked quickly to your next class trying to understand how everything was changing around you in just a day.

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The rest of the day went by pretty fast and the classrooms you shared with Eddie were spent talking about a bunch of random things. He was really easy to have a conversation with and it kept your attention. Plus he also happened to be funny and quick with his responses. It was a completely different story than the one people had been telling and it was refreshing to have someone listen to you, really listen to you.

After class, Eddie walked you to your car and stood with you for a couple of minutes just talking. Tara came up, eyes slightly widened as if she was trying to comprehend something. Eddie shifted uncomfortably and gave her a tight lipped smile. “I guess I’ll see you later?” You cursed yourself knowing she was going to question everything as soon as he walked away. “Yeah see you later.” No point in trying to hide it.

As soon as he left ear shot, Tara hit your arm. “Not gonna talk again huh? And see you later? What in the hell does that mean?” You deadpanned and crossed your arms. “You never gave my notes back.” She squinted her eyes in annoyance and grab the notes out of her backpack and handed them to you. “Don’t change the subject. Tell me everything.”

So you did. Every detail was shared including the study partner part and the entire time, Tara was squealing and dropping her jaw at the most mundane information. That’s who she was though. Excited about life and you couldn’t help but love her for it. “Okay that’s a lot to take in. I’m not against it though.” You adjusted your backpack on your shoulder and shifted to your other foot. “I’m so glad I have your approval.” She scoffed and waved her hand in the air, a dismissal. “You know what I mean. I’m glad you’re getting back out there though. Just didn’t expect it to be so soon.”

“Wow. Okay yeah no. Definitely not getting back out there. I’m just helping him study. I am not ready for another relationship.” You admitted. "I am literally just trying to help him get through the rest of the year." She groaned very dramatically and pretended to look intersted in her nails. "Yeah okay. We will just pretend that he doesn't have a massive crush on you and that I don't see you making eyes at him." You made strangly hands at her and made a sound through gritted teeth which got you a concerned look from people around you that were also lingering in the parking lot. "He doesn't have a crush on me and I don't make eyes at him. Yes he's attractive but I just got out of a very toxic relationship and I need to focus on school. Hence why I am helping him focus on school. If something happens to come from it, then it happens. Until then, he is my study partner and...a friend." The conversation didn't last much longer as both of you had to get home. It was getting close to 4 and you needed to be over eddie's place at 5.

Once you got home, you changed into some shorts and a V neck and the time flew by and soon enough you were back in your car headining over to the trailer park. You knew where it was considering Hawkins was a small town and you just so happened to pass it every once in a while. It took about 10 minutes to get there and soon enough, you parked and got out of the car looking around. Nervousness hit you as you saw a couple people outside staring at you, some giving you dirty looks. People like you who had it better than most weren't really welcome around this part of town.

You didn't blame them knowing how people treated the lower class but it still didn't settle the anxiousness creeping up. One guy jumped up and walked over to you, footsteps heavy and a beer bottle in his hand. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing around here? Looking for some trouble?" Your eyes widened and you took a small step back. "N-No of course not. My friend Eddie-" His sharp laugh cut you off. "Eddie Munson? Nah you better go on before trouble finds you." He closed in on you again when you saw Eddie running up and grabbing the mans shoulder. "Dan, it's okay. I invited her here. You okay?" He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him, walking you away from the scene. "Sorry about him. He-he means well. Most people who come here to see me usually start shit."

Although you were still a little shaken up, you nodded and let him lead you into his trailer. "it's okay. I understand. He has a right to be catious." You looked around his place and it was actually really nice in here. Of course it was small but it was cozy and cleaned up well. You noticed the broom and dustpan out and the tied up trash bag and realized he must have been cleaning before you got here. How sweet.

He noticed you looking around and shifted on his feet uncomfortably not knowing what you were thinking. "Well thank you for understanding. It's not...the easiest living around these parts but it does its best. Sorry about the clutter and the smallness of it." He chuckled awkwardly while he fidgeted with one of his rings. "Don't apologize. I like it in here." You shrugged off your backpack and sat down on the couch and took in everything around you. He only had a couple of picutre frames up with him and what looked like his dad or maybe uncle? There were a couple of coasters scattered around and a couple of random objects. A dice, an empty glass, and a notebook. You felt the cushions shift and you looked over to see that he had sat next to you. "Thanks." He smiled softly. You nodded and pulled your backpack into your lap, digging some contents out. "Of course. Um I was thinking we could start with math since it's the hardest." He agreed and the studying started. It was rough at first because he was a lot further behind than you thought but he started to get the hang of it after about an hour of explaining different things. Between snack breaks and time outs, it was going pretty smoothly and he caught on really fast. You had him do a couple of test questions and when he got all but one right, you smiled and high fived him. "I bet that if we do it like this for the other subjects, you'll get a passing grade!"

Eddie's face lit up and he let out a gasp of air that sounded like relief. "I literally cannot thank you enough. I know we still have a ton to do and I know it's taking time away from you but I don't know if i even would have tried if you didn't offer." You gathered all of your things back into your backpack and zipped it up giving a soft smile. "It's really no problem. You helped me so I am returning the favour. I do have to get home though but I'm pretty much free all the time after school so we can do this whenever." He stood up with you and walked you to your car which you appreiacted greatly. "Be safe getting home." He opened your drivers door and shut it after you got in and said, "I will. Thank you." You drove home and thought about how tonight was the first night in a long time that you felt fully free and happy. The smiled that took over your face remained the rest of the car ride home.

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For the next couple of weeks, you helped Eddie study almost everyday after school until you were positive he was confident in all of the subjects. There were bumps in the road and frustrations in the air but you were patient with him and he was respectful towards you. After the first week and a half of doing this, you started feeling nervous around him which wasn’t something you were used to. He was just so nice and funny and definitely wasn’t bad to look at. You were a little scared of catching feelings considering everything that happened with Jason and also because it hadn’t been that long since the relationship was over. You had talked to Tara about it and for the first time, she actually gave advice that made sense.

She had said “how you feel about someone isn’t something you can control. There’s no time limits or expectations on how soon you can fall for someone. It just happens. I wouldn’t stress about it. You guys are becoming really good friends and if something happens, then it happens. Don’t force it but don’t push it away.”

It helped you think a lot on the situation and she was right. How you were starting to feel about Eddie wasn’t something you could control. Spending time with him and having real conversations had been what set the feelings off in the first place. You were skeptical about if he had feelings for you or not. The way he looked at you and the way he brushed you hair behind your ears. The way he defended you against Jason anytime he tried to make a comment.

It was Sunday and finals started tomorrow. You wanted to help Eddie go over everything one more time to make sure he was prepared. And maybe because you just wanted to see him. You had shown up at his trailed, unannounced. You hoped he wouldn’t be busy or upset but when you knocked and the door opened, he stood there with that beautiful smile on his face. “What are you doing here?” He stepped aside as you walked through the door. “I was wondering if you wanted to go over everything really quick one more time. Sorry I showed up with no warning. I guess I could have called your landline.” He shut the door and ran a hand through his hair. “Oh no it's okay. You're welcome here anytime. You know that. And I would actually really appreciate going over it one more time. My nerves are running high for tomorrow but I think I’ll pass.” You smiled and shrugged your jacket off, laying it across the back of his couch. “I know you will. You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for, Eddie Munson.”

He walked over and hovered over you, causing your stomach to flip. “Well you’re more thoughtful than you give yourself credit for. And also smarter.” He chuckled. You grinned and shoved his shoulder. “Oh hush.” Your cheeks turned slightly red and you watched as the smirk grew on his face. He sat down on the couch and his eyes followed you as you took a seat next to him. "I stayed up late the past few nights to make these flashcards so I'm really hoping they work." You chuckled and bit your lip. He smiled and cleared his throat, staring right at you. You tried to focus on the flashcards and the words written on them so you didn't stutter over your words.

You began using the flashcards and you had to admit, they were helping you too. It was actually really fun to go through them and it was def because you were doing it with eddie. It went back and fourth with one person asking the question and the other answering. For some unknown reason, both of you were cracking up at this ridiculousness of it all. You were answering most of them right and when you finally got one wrong, Eddie stood up and pointed. "Ha! You did not get that right!" You gasped and stood up alongside him and grabbed the card from his hand. "What? No way." You looked at the answer and pursed your lips. "I did in fact get that one wrong." He laughed and you flung the card at him. He scoffed and picked it up. "Sore loser."

"mmmm. Pretty sure I got more right than-" Your sentence got cut off as your scream replaced it when eddie suddenly picked you up and flung you over his shoulder. "what was that?" You hit his back and laughed. "Put me down right now!" He walked over to the couch and gently tossed your onto the cushions. You giggled and breathed out, the air blowing some of your hair away from your face. He stood above you, looking down. His smile faded slowly, the look on his face indicating he was deep in thought. "You okay?" You sat up pulling your knees to your chest to give him room to sit which he did. "yeah. I just uh- he never deserved you, you know?" Your lips parted and you shifted on the couch to where you were sitting directly next to him. "Who?" You knew who he was talking about but you wanted to hear him say it. "Jason. He never deserved anything about you and he's an idiot for not seeing the amazing girl that you are."

"That means a lot. Thank you but where is all this coming from?" He looked down at his rings and played with them for a second then let out a small laugh. He looked back up at you and shook his head. "Fuck it." He grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you. You were taken aback for a second but then reality set in and you kissed him back, making a sound of content. He carressed your cheeks with his thumbs and your hands went into his curls. After about a minute, you both pulled back to get some air. "Wow. That was not what I was expecting." Your fingers grazed over your lips still feeling his own against yours. "If you couldn't tell from that, I really like you. Not just because of all the help you've given me but just getting to know you has been incredible."

You raised your eyebrows. "And here I thought you knew so much about me from observations." He rolled his eyes and grinned. "You know what i mean, you little shit." You giggled and leaned into him causing him to lean back into the couch, your head on his chest. "I just mean the real you. Not the one from the narratives from other people. But I've always had a small crush on you so..." You looked up at him and your mouth dropped. "Oh my god. Tara was right. You were into me."

He had his arm draped over your shoulder, fingers barely touching your skin, a tingly feeling going down your arm. "Yeah yeah. Tara is also an observationist." A small smile was on his face. "Well I was stupid for not truly noticing you." He scrunched his eyebrows and licked his lips. "Nah. Jason had you wrapped around his finger. He was a controlling dick." You pulled your face up and kissed him softly. "None of that was real. That's clear to me now. I don't even think I had real feelings for him. I just thought I did because everyone wanted him and he went after me. You, however, I do have real feelings for."

"Well good because he's gonna be so livid." He laughed which caused you to laugh. "Oh fucking well. According to you, he lost a great girl." He played with your hair and made a sound of agreement. "A very great girl."

The rest of the night was spent just talking and laughing until it got dark and you had to head home for dinner. He had just walked you out to your car and you were standing next to the open drivers door. "I had a great time tonight. We got a lot done and killed two birds with one stone." He grinned and grabbed your wrist, this time you didn't pull away, and pulled you close to him before kissing you, even better than the first one. "Goodnight, sweetheart." You bit your lip and slid into the drivers seat. "Goodnight, Eddie." He shut your door and you drove off, seretonin filling your brain. You had fallen for a boy, the 'freak' of hawkins high. Your mom would flip but it was all worth it and you don't regret one single thing.

ahhhhhh. I had so much trouble writing an ending for this story lol. I have so many other ideas for a part two if that's something anyone would want! I am so sorry I have been gone for so long, I am trying to get back into writing and this is a start!

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x female reader #hawkins high #hellfire club

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No Secrets at Christmas - Final Part - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW)

PART ONE HERE. PART TWO HERE.

🎄 Summary: With less than thirty minutes alone together on Christmas Day, you and Seonghwa make the best of it.

🎄 Word count: 5k

🎄 Genre and warnings: reader with brother’s best friend. fem pronouns for reader. dirty talk. unprotected sex. some hair pulling. creampie. cum eating. 

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this fic is not meant to represent seonghwa in any way, shape or form.

               It is way too early to be awake, you think, finishing up brushing your teeth. A little past six in the morning on Christmas morning, you know all the family traditions by now. Instead of hurrying downstairs to open gifts, everyone will be going to a local restaurant that is open for breakfast and then meander back to the house to make hot chocolate, sit around the tree and exchange presents.

               Trudging from the bathroom, you can already hear the ruckus starting up below; the low hum of Hongjoong’s voice is evident along with the sound of your mom bustling around getting ready. Opening your bedroom door, you come to a sudden stop, eyes widening a little at the sight of Seonghwa standing there.

               He scurries over, closing the door behind you, one hand immediately coming to rest on your waist. He looks wide awake, his hair still a mess from sleeping, his body as warm as ever but you can smell toothpaste on his breath, making you wonder how long he’s been awake already.

               “Hwa, what –”

               “Lie and tell them you have a headache,” He whispers urgently.

               Baffled, you repeat yourself. “What?”

               “I just went downstairs and said I have an extremely important work call that popped up. Tell them that you have a headache or something and you have to skip breakfast.”

               Wide eyed, you reply, “Did they actually believe you have a work call on Christmas morning?”

               “Yes because my entire excuse for flying home tomorrow was that we had a couple of higherups quit out of the blue and things are hectic.” His hand on your waist is distracting, bringing back memories of fucking him last night.

               “Wait, wait,” You put one hand against his chest as if to steady yourself but it’s really just to feel him in some manner, “Why are we lying to get out of breakfast? I mean, I know it’s pretty boring and the food is always subpar but it is sorta a tradition –”

               “I want to fuck you without having to be quiet,” He says bluntly, his eyes scanning your face, “If you don’t want to miss breakfast, tell them…I don’t know. You’re running late. Or something. I’ll stay behind. Give me twenty minutes alone with you,” He pleads, “Just twenty minutes and you can go to breakfast.”

               You have the feeling he woke up extremely early trying to come up with this so called plan but you absolutely cannot miss the Christmas breakfast. It is tradition and your parents would be upset. On top of that, it could possibly look strange that both you and Seonghwa are missing the meal which he would have considered if he wasn’t so desperately horny.

               “I’ll tell them I’m running late cuz my head kinda hurts. But I can’t skip breakfast,” You explain softly, “So, twenty minutes alone with me is all you get.”

               “That’s all I need,” He replies, now very close to you, his eyes half lidded with desire, his hand moving off your waist to your lower back, wiggling underneath your t-shirt to touch your bare skin, making you shiver, “I just want to hear how you sound when I fuck you and you don’t have to be quiet.”

               “Didn’t get enough of me last night?”

               Seonghwa pulls you closer; his body is as hot as an oven after cooking a batch of holiday cookies. Bringing his face to your neck, he leaves a trail of kisses that make you shiver, your eyes fluttering closed.

               “You know,” He murmurs in between each kiss, “For someone who wanted me since we were kids, somehow I feel like the more desperate one.”

               “I grew use to wanting you, Hwa. I grew use to the idea of never having you,” You reply quietly.

               He is kissing along your jawline now and each motion grows a little more urgent, a little more desperate. Pushing you against the closed door, his hands now move up along your sides, going underneath your shirt to grope your tits. Your mind is growing blank as your body takes over and submits to him.

               “Then you’re stronger than me because you’re all that I’ve thought about since last Christmas. You’re all I wanted since last Christmas.” Each word sounds like a confession; Seonghwa is completely oblivious to the hustle and bustle downstairs. “All I’ve done the past year is get off to fucking you and thinking about you in ways I never have before.”

               “Like what?” You ask, pressing lightly on the subject.

               He is pinching your nipples, making your pussy clench from how turned on you are. You are well aware time is short and you really should go downstairs and explain that you’re going to be late for Christmas morning breakfast. But it is impossible to do so when you are pinned between the door and Seonghwa who is dripping honeyed words in your ear about how much he’s thought about you.

               He is stiff against your thigh as his hands work your tits, his lips dragging across your neck but at your question he stalls, his nerves overtaking. “You know,” He mumbles shyly, “Spending time with you.”

               Your heart is jumping rope as you try to keep your voice even. “We’ve spent a lot of time together since we were kids.”

               “I mean…well…” He trails off, pulling away from your neck.

               “What about the promise you made to my brother?”

               “I don’t…maybe if we see things between us are going to turn into something, I could try to talk to him. Make him understand,” Seonghwa replies, unable to meet your eyes, “We’ve been best friends since we were kids. If I just sat him down and talked to him…”

               You are surprised because this means in the last forty-eight hours, Seonghwa has been obviously seriously considering what to do…which also means that this isn’t just sex to him. It feels too good to be true and you are unsure what to say that won’t involve a lot of cheering and clapping.

               “She might still be in bed,” Your mom’s voice is suddenly coming up the stairs and Seonghwa leaps away from you, looking panicked.

               Also alarmed, you usher him towards your closet, unceremoniously shoving him inside with all the old clothes you had outgrown as well as god knows what else, shutting the door quickly, ignoring his oof noise as he collides into something and flopping down onto your bed right as your mom knocks.

               “Honey, are you up? We have breakfast soon,” She says, walking towards your bed.

               “Mom, you guys just go,” You mumble in your best I’m sick voice, “I woke up with a headache. Can you give me like twenty or thirty minutes and I’ll meet up with you guys? I just need a little more time.”

               “Oh, alright, of course. I think Seonghwa is going to be missing out because of a work thing so if you need anything, let him know.”

               “I will, thanks.”

               She gives your forehead a quick peck before exiting, closing the door behind her. Seonghwa pokes his head out a few seconds later, looking ridiculous hiding in your closet. Propping yourself up, you listen to everyone downstairs leave the house and a couple of minutes later, there is silence.

               Seonghwa exhales, untangling himself from the clothes he had been pushed into. “Figured hiding in the closet like that only happens in romcoms or something.”

               “I didn’t push you too hard or anything did I?”

               But it is evident that Seonghwa is putting all the thoughts of being shoved into closets and sneaking around away in the part of his brain that functions when he isn’t focused on fucking you because he has that look on his face again – the look of pure lust and desire where all the moral obligations he holds himself to are thrown out the window.

               He is crossing the room quickly, reaching out for you as he replies, “I’m fine. Right now, I just need to fuck you without worrying about anything.”

               You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him onto the bed, your mouth automatically opening under his kiss. Seonghwa is right. Time is short. There won’t be any other moment on this trip that you will have him entirely to yourself, after all.

               Seonghwa groans against your lips, relishing the fact he doesn’t have to be quiet. But in exchange for volume, time is limited and both of you are aware that this can’t take long. You are on your back with him on top of you, grinding your hips against his. Already rock hard, Seonghwa grunts from the contact, the kisses growing more urgent.

               You break the kiss for a moment just to pull his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor, unconcerned with how you would explain such a situation on the small chance someone comes home during it. Yeah, you’ve seen Seonghwa shirtless many times over the years but it has never been for you.

               You’ve also never gotten to touch him like this which is something that you now take full advantage of. Your fingers run down his chest, over his toned stomach and stop at the waistband of his sweatpants. Seonghwa is breathing fast, going to tug your shirt off as well, his warm, large hands immediately groping your tits. He pinches your nipples in between his fingertips just because he likes the way you gasp at the intensity of it.

               “Will you let me fuck you from behind?” He asks in that jagged voice of his, “I wanna watch your ass bounce back on my dick.”

               “Fuck me however you want,” You reply breathlessly, “Just fuck me.”

               Seonghwa is removing the rest of your clothes as quickly as possible. Afterwards, his own sweatpants and boxers join the pile on the floor. His hands roam your body; even though there isn’t much time, he can’t stop touching you. He spread your legs apart, his fingers probing your folds to see how wet you are.

               “I don’t wanna fly back home tomorrow. How am I supposed to fuck you like this and then be deprived of your sweet cunt?” He asks, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them lewdly.

               “Guess we really will have to figure out a visit,” You remark, “Since you seem hellbent on being a terrible friend and all.”

               He groans, in half agony and half pleasure as his body slides up against yours, skin to skin for the first time. It makes you feel delirious, the years of dreaming about being like this with Seonghwa bubbling to the surface. He is biting your neck now, a little too hard, it will surely leave a mark and you should tell him to stop but the words never quite seem to leave your mouth. He grinds relentlessly against you, his cock pressing against your cunt, dipping in between your folds. Your hand comes to the back of his head, holding his hair tightly in between your fingers which only seems to drive him crazy. His tongue is in your mouth and the kiss is messy, sloppy, downright pornographic.

               “Let me fuck you now,” He begs, “I won’t be able to focus on any of this Christmas shit if I don’t fuck you.”

               “Then fuck me. I’m not stopping you.”

               Seonghwa groans at you teasing him and then you are getting on all fours, your ass in the air. You can hear him sharply inhale, his hands grabbing your ass and giving it a hard squeeze before positioning himself on his knees, his cock at your entrance. He enters you carefully as your cunt stretches out at the new angle of taking him, your fingers gripping the blanket, eyes widening at the sensation.

               “F-fuck,” You moan out as Seonghwa’s cock fills you up, a little too big which makes your hole feel stuffed.

               Seonghwa grunts, multiple curse words tumbling from his lips loudly as he goes to the hilt. His hands are on your waist and after a few moments, he pulls you back onto his cock and begins to thrust. He fucks you so hard and fast out of the gate that you can’t even stay up on your arms, collapsing forward with your ass high in the air and your face against the blanket.

               Just because you know it will drive Seonghwa crazy, you speak in a warbling voice from being fucked so hard, “Better hurry up, Hwa or you’ll get caught being a shitty friend.”

               He groans loudly, bringing one hand down sharply across your ass to smack it, making you jolt. “You’re always fucking teasing me,” He complains but by the way he drives his cock into your cunt, you know he likes it.

               “I’m not the one getting off on my own moral dilemma,” You gasp out as he smacks your ass again.

               Seonghwa stops thrusting and for a second you wonder if you went too far but he goes, “Bounce back on my dick, c’mon.”

               Since he has stopped relentlessly pounding into you, you’re able to prop yourself back up on your arms and start moving your hips back onto his cock.

               “You have an amazing ass,” Seonghwa groans, “You look so good taking my dick like this. I’ve thought about fucking you like this non-stop the past year. I could watch you do this forever,” He lingers on the word, as if suddenly aware once again how time is short, “But I need to get you off and then I need to cum in your tight hole, isn’t that right, love?”

               “Yes,” You whimper because no matter how much you bounce back onto his cock, it isn’t enough – you need more, you need him to fuck you into the mattress.

               “I’m gonna grab your hair, alright?” He asks and when you tell him to please do so, Seonghwa reaches out and pulls your hair which only makes you groan, your head pulled back.

               He begins to pick up his pace again, pumping his hips hard and fast. The two of you are making a ton of noise, between the moaning, the cursing and the sound of his skin smacking against yours, it is a cacophony.

               Next to your bedroom door is a full length mirror with a shirt hanging off one side. Even so, enough is uncovered to easily show Seonghwa fucking you from behind. He seems to become aware of the mirror the same time you do, his hips smacking into yours as he maintains his hold on your hair.

               “I love how you look like this,” His breathing is ragged, his hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed with colour, “And I guess you’ve thought about this a lot too. Look in the mirror and watch how good I fuck you.”

               His words drive you crazy, the image drives you crazier. Seonghwa’s eyes meet yours in the reflection as he fucks you as if he just knows how well he drives his cock into your wet hole.

               “I don’t want you fucking anyone else,” He suddenly admits, surprising you, “I just want you bouncing on my cock like this. I spent the last year driving myself crazy thinking about who you could be fucking, who could be touching you while we live so far apart. And I just want it to be me.”

               He releases the hold on your hair but you keep looking at him in the mirror with him buried in your pussy, his hands now resting on your waist. Even though you are in the middle of fucking him for a quickie, you let out a laugh which only makes him blush.

               “Are you asking me out while you fuck me?”

               Seonghwa, whose cocky demeanor only moments before now vanishes, looks as flustered as when you caught him jerking off with your dress. “I mean – I was just – I was just saying…”

               Unable to help yourself, you tease him more. “Why don’t you make me cum and I’ll give you my answer?”

               He bites down on his bottom lip shyly, his hold on your waist growing stronger. “Fair enough.”

               “Better hurry up. We don’t have much time left and you’re awfully chatty.”

               His moan is the reply you are looking for as he immediately begins to fuck you as hard as possible, driving his cock in your pussy, spurned on by not only the promise of an answer to his unasked question but also the way you tease and poke at him.

               This time, Seonghwa is intent on chasing his orgasm, his thrusts growing erratic as he bucks his hips, driving you face forward into the bed, the mirror forgotten. The angle feels amazing, his cock going deep inside, hitting that sweet spot in your cunt. You go slack against his movements, taking him fully, groaning loudly each time he fucks you.

               Your head is blank now, your own orgasm growing closer as you bring one hand to furiously rub your clit. You swear that you are now drooling a bit onto your blanket, your eyes almost rolling into the back of your head as the pleasure grows more intense. Seonghwa is drilling his cock into your wet pussy, groaning and cursing with each thrust of his hips, his hands digging into your ass hard enough to leave the handprints he has daydreamed about over the past year.

               With breathing so ragged, you can hardly make out the words, he goes, “I’m gonna cum as soon as I feel you clench around me.”

               “Hwa,” You mumble, your eyes closing, your orgasm seconds from starting, “I’m –”

               But you don’t even get the words out before your climax begins, your pussy tightening around his cock. Seonghwa grunts, giving one last thrust, leaving his cock buried in your pussy as he begins to finish alongside with you. His cock unloads in your hole, filling it up completely and leaking out from how big his load is, smearing your thighs and dripping out as Seonghwa moans your name. You wildly bounce back on his dick as you climax, cursing, groaning, making more noise than you ever have before as you climax.

               Seonghwa pulls out as soon as he finishes and you collapse fully onto the bed in a fucked out daze. Before you even know what he is doing, Seonghwa is gently turning you on your back, spreading your thighs apart and burying his face in your cunt. His tongue probs your hole as he eats his own load out of you. Surprised, you look down to see his sandy blonde hair in between your thighs, feeling his tongue in your hole, making utterly obscene slurping noises as he cleans you. You’ve never had a guy do that before and it strikes you that he likes you a lot which admittedly is very gratifying for having spent so long crushing on him.

               Finally, you prop yourself up and give a tiny tug on his hair. “Hwa, as much as I love that you want to live with your head buried in my pussy, I seriously need to get dressed and go.”

               He makes a sort of whining noise but moves away from you. “Right, sorry.”

               “You can spend all morning cleaning yourself up after fucking like that but I have about ten minutes.” Your legs are like jelly and all you really wanna do is go back to sleep. But it’s Christmas morning and you can’t.

               Swinging your legs off the bed, you slide off, make sure you aren’t going to wobble and fall and then snatch your underwear off the floor. But as you try to lift one leg to put them on, you lose your balance. Seonghwa is there immediately, his hands on your lower back to steady you from tumbling back onto the bed.

               His chest is pressed against your back, his lips close to your ear as he says, “You said you’d tell me after you came.”

               “You know, technically, you didn’t ask me anything,” You point out, slipping your underwear back on, “You just said that you don’t want me fucking anyone else.”

               “Don’t tease me,” He pleads and something in his tone gives you pause, making you turn around to face him, “And don’t make me wait until tonight. I can’t wait that long. I know you’ve waited years and it’s unfair of me to ask for so much after only suffering a year but…”

               Your heart quickens. With you standing on the floor, you are at the same height as Seonghwa on the bed, able to look him in the eyes. While it is easy to tease him and take pleasure in his desire, it is also a simple way to hide how much you’ve dreamt of this and wanted him.

               Your tone softens as you reply, “Yeah, I’ll go out with you, Hwa. You sure you want that though? It’d be long distance until we figured out…you know, if we want to be serious or not.”

               He reaches for your hand, bringing to his lips, kissing your fingertips as he replies, “Yes, I’m sure. I’m positive.”

               “Okay,” You say and you think your heart might burst. But before you can say anything else, your phone goes off, a text buzzing. Glancing at the screen, you see it is from your mom. “But I absolutely have to go now, okay?”

               The weight is off his shoulders and his relief is evident by the answer you have given him. “Yeah, of course. We’ll talk more later in private.”

               Seonghwa kisses your forehead and you wonder how it is possible to be able to think about anything else today than the fact he wants to date you.

*

               It is freezing cold that night but you need a break from the nonstop hustle and bustle of Christmas Day. Even though it is now past 9pm, you still feel wired – from the lack of sleep, from this morning, from everything that Christmas usually brings. A few quiet moments outside on the front porch is sorely needed.

               But of course, you aren’t alone for long.

               Ever your shadow, it is about five minutes until you can feel Seonghwa’s warmth creeping out onto the patio with you. You are bundled up, looking across the front yard which is sparkling with snow and shining from the Christmas lights as he takes his spot next to you.

               “Is it okay I’m out here?” Seonghwa asks, “Did you want to be alone?”

               “I did want to be alone but you’re the exception,” You reply. You’ve always been the exception.

               You glance at Seonghwa out of the corner of your eye. He is wearing a jacket, a white scarf tossed on hastily, the curve of his jawline and cheekbones so familiar to you like a painting that you’ve revisited time and time again. He nudges your hand with his gloved one, and you know that he wants to hold it but is restraining himself in case someone walks outside.

               “Thanks for the socks,” You say dryly, “Very thoughtful.”

               A tinge of red forms across his cheeks. It had been difficult this morning in not laughing when you opened Seonghwa’s gift to you – a generic pack of socks that would have tormented you any other year but this one. Now, you can see through the veneer.

               “Was it too obvious?”

               “No, nope, I would’ve been sad opening them if I hadn’t been fucking you a couple hours prior.”

               “Well, your gift wasn’t much better,” Seonghwa remarks.

               You scoff defensively. “What’s wrong with a new planner?”

               “Besides the fact I haven’t used a written day planner for like…five years? And you absolutely know that because you teased me over my digital one last Christmas?” He points out, “It screamed a level of contrived casualness.”

               “And you still wouldn’t have noticed,” You reply somewhat defensively.                                    

               He shrugs. “True. I suppose it did the same job as the socks I gave you then. It would have made me think that you really don’t pay attention to me right around the time I was so hoping you would.”

               Seonghwa looks at you then, clearly something on the tip of his tongue but he doesn’t say it. An errant snowflake lands in his hair and you reach forward, brushing it away.

               “Where are your gloves?” He asks in a concerned tone, reaching for your hand.

               “Oh, I forgot,” You reply sheepishly.

               Seonghwa’s gloved fingers curl gently around your hand, bringing your bare skin to his lips. He brushes your hand against them, dragging his lips down softly to the inside of your wrist. Suddenly, you feel very warm yourself as if it isn’t freezing with the snow beginning to fall again. His eyes are on your face, watching the way you respond to him.

               “You want to date,” You say quietly, back to whispering, as if anyone inside could hear the conversation over the din of Christmas music and loud talking, “What about my brother?”

“I’ll talk to him. He’d have to understand…if I sat down and really talked to him about it, about us…”

“What if that doesn’t work and he’s just furious at you breaking this promise?”

               “I’ve known your brother almost my entire life. While I don’t doubt he will be mad at first, if I can just show him or convince him that how I feel about you or the happiness I give you is legit…I would like to think we could work through it. I mean, wouldn’t he rather I be with you than you dating some prick?” Seonghwa muses thoughtfully.

               “Maybe I could talk to him. Listen, no offense to your friendship with my brother, but I’ve wanted to be with you for too long to let him stop this. He will get over it and accept it or I’ll annoy him in the most little sister ways possible until he gets off his high horse of thinking he knows what is best for me.”

               Seonghwa laughs at this, leaving one soft kiss on the inside of your wrist before lowering your hand back down although his remains slightly pressed against yours. “You always were a bit stubborn when it came to wanting things your way,” He looks unsure for a moment and then goes, “You’ll come visit me then? When you’re able to?”

               “You want me to?”

               “Yeah, I mean. Like I said. I want to date you. That means doing the traditional sort of dating stuff. Going to the movies. Going for a walk.”

               “Staying the night at your place?”

               Seonghwa’s cheeks turn a delicious red colour as he replies, “Y-yes, I mean, if you’d want to, I didn’t want to assume…”

               You take a step towards him, the space between your bodies very small. The warmth of his body seeps into yours like settling into a hot bath and you fight the urge not to kiss him. “Believe me, I want the whole experience,” You murmur.

               The cold has creeped into Seonghwa’s lips, turning them that pretty pink that you have always been so enamored with. This is really happening, you think, I just assumed he would never notice me and now he wants to date me. It really is a fucking Christmas miracle.

               It is then the front door bursts open. Both you and Seonghwa leap away from one another, Seonghwa babbling immediately about the weather.

               “Oh, it’s just Hongjoong,” You say, cutting him off.

               Hongjoong, in a jacket that seems to engulf him, slams the door shut behind him and looks at you and then Seonghwa. “Really? ‘Just Hongjoong?’ That’s what I get? That’s my title? The one who convinced you to wear that dress that has seemingly set off something between the two of you –”

               Seonghwa visibly balks at that, going right to denial but you sigh. “It’s fine, Hwa. Hongjoong knows.”

               “I don’t know much though,” He complains, “Because all I’ve gotten is a slight nod in the kitchen confirming that something has happened but no moment alone with you to tell me all the details!” He turns his attention to Seonghwa, “It was my idea, you know. The dress. I assume the dress had something to do with all of this because I knew it would.”

               Seonghwa, who glances over at you in a silent plea not to bring up the fact he jerked off with it (even though you had no intention of doing so), replies shyly, “She looked very pretty in it.”

               “She always looks pretty,” Hongjoong retorts, ever your staunch defender, “But I suppose if it took the dress for you to realize it then fine.”

               “It didn’t,” Seonghwa stops, swallowing hard, looking a little nervous, “It didn’t make me realize it. I had noticed already. A year ago.”

               Hongjoong raises one eyebrow delicately, looking mollified. “Good to know.”

               “Why did you come out here?” You ask him curiously, knowing he detests the cold.

               “We’re gonna make boozy hot chocolate and I didn’t want you to miss out,” He looks between the two of you again, “Anyway, I’ll give you a second to finish up your clandestine conversation.”

               Hongjoong scurries inside, obviously not vibing with the chill, closing the door behind him, leaving you alone with Seonghwa once again. He steps close to you, knowing that time is short, fumbling with something in his pocket.

               “You’re not gonna try to give me back my underwear from the other night right now, are you?”

               Seonghwa makes a little choking noise. “Do you – must you – !” He stops to collect himself, pulling something out of the pocket and holding it towards you on the palm of his hand. “No, I brought…I brought this.”

               It’s a small piece of mistletoe. Your heart skips a beat and you find yourself unable to reply. There had been many a Christmas where you conjured up daydreams of Seonghwa kissing you underneath mistletoe and while this isn’t hanging above your heads, the gesture means the same thing.

               He glances at the front window with the closed curtains and back at you, asking, “Can I kiss you?” as if he needed to ask, as if there is any universe that you would say no.

               You quickly nod and Seonghwa leans forward, his other hand cupping your cheek, kissing you slowly. His tongue presses against yours, your body feels as if it is going to melt into his, and it is all you can do not to jump him on the spot.

               When the kiss ends, your breathing has quickened, your head spinning from the intensity of having him in the way you have always wanted. He presses the mistletoe into your hand, closing your palm gently around it before stepping towards the door.

               “Alright, come on. I know you love the boozy hot chocolate. I also know drinking makes you warm and if you feel hot enough, maybe you’ll wear those shorts one last time before I fly out tomorrow.”

               You roll your eyes but can’t fight the smile that crosses your face, following him inside the house, where the Christmas music plays, the tree twinkles with the beautiful lights and Seonghwa is all yours.

the end.

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[guess-my-next-obsession]

The Stable Girl: Drabble #1

Sarah’s Birth

pairing: joel miller x f!reader (Sunshine)

chapter rating: M (Joel’s POV, talks of pregnancy, childbirth, breakups, mostly just fluff at the end)

word count: 2.1k

authors note: it might be a week or two before i officially update the next chapter so this is just something to hold y’all over while i focus on writing as many of my Spooktacular drabbles/oneshots as i can before October starts! hope you enjoy!

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“Sunshine?” Joel woke up to an empty bed, his body jolting upright out of instinct. He didn’t care about the fact that he was in only a pair of briefs, his feet padding out of his bedroom and over to the bathroom down the hall, pressing his ear against the door to hear her vomiting. “Sweetheart, you wanna open up for me?”

“No, it’s bad in here,” she croaked weakly, Joel fighting the urge to pick the lock himself.

“Baby, open up,” he tried again, another grumbled rejection echoing from the toilet bowl. With a sigh of frustration, he used her first name—something he only did when he meant business. “Will you please—“

“Sweet thing,” Joel’s voice was soft as he fought back the urge to cry at the sight of her so sickly. He’d give anything to have this be the other way around. “Baby’s not takin’ it easy on ya.”

“Was it like this with Sarah’s mom?” She croaked, leaning over in between his knees and resting her head against him as she tried to savor the lull in sickness.

“No, she had it pretty easy from what I can remember. So long ago.” Joel smoothed her hair away from her sweaty forehead, smiling down at her adoringly. “You remember what today is?” She shook her head. “Happy second trimester, darlin.”

“Yippee.” She groaned, a new wave of nausea seemingly setting in. “Morning sickness is supposed to go away in the second trimester and yet—“ She leaned back to the toilet and let some more out, his hand soothing her back the entire time as she convulsed with nothing left to give.

“I’ll go down to the med supply and see if they have somethin’ for nausea. You haven’t kept anything down for a week now, you need to eat,” he stood up to leave but stopped when she felt her hand on his leg.

“Don’t go yet,” she demanded as soft as a rose petal, his heart clenching in his chest at the amount of love he had for her.

“Okay,” he nodded and sat back down, rubbing her back again.

“Were you there in the room when Sarah was born?” She leaned up against him again, sounding just a bit more full of life than before. He nodded, his hand reaching up to stroke her hair back again. “Can you tell me about it?”

“Sure, but it ain’t the happiest story in the world,” he chuckled, his mind turning back to that day 32 years ago.

•••

“Joel?”

A 17-year old Joel was standing by his girlfriend, Jen, as she laid in the hospital bed fighting through contractions when his mom walked into the room, a concerned look on her face until she locked eyes with him.

“Hey mama,” he stood up and pressed a kiss to her cheek, hugging her tight before letting her go. Mrs. Miller turned to the 17-year old cheerleader-turned-mother, squeezing her hand. “Where’s dad?”

“Downstairs at the cafeteria,” she responded softly as she walked over to the sofa by the window, setting her purse down. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

“How do you think?” Joel winced internally at Jen’s sharp tone with his mother, hoping that it was due to the pain rather than anything else but truthfully she’d been that way long before the baby ever was conceived. Jen turned her blue eyes to Joel and grumbled. “Can’t we just induce me or whatever? Get it over with?”

“Over with?” He chuckled but her face never changed. His smile flattened as he began to think about the reality of who he’d so recklessly started a family with. “This is supposed to be the best moment of our lives, darlin.”

“Doesn’t feel like the best moment of my life,” she grumbled, another contraction hitting causing her face to scrunch up in pain. When Joel tried to stroke her blonde hair out of her face she swatted him away, Mrs. Miller catching the act of hostility but not saying anything to her son.

“Fine. I’ll, uh, I’ll go talk to the nurse.” He stood up and walked out of the room, having zero intention on bothering a nurse with a question he already knew the answer to. Instead, he found his way downstairs to the cafeteria, spotting his father in a cowboy hat sitting all alone eating soft serve out of a paper cup. He chuckled at the sight and walked over, pulling up a chair in front of him. “Hey, pop.”

“I was wonderin’ how long it would take ya to realize it’s a war zone up there.” Mr. Miller joked, gesturing over at the soft serve machine. “Down here it’s all you can eat ice cream and jello. I’m comfy down here.”

“Was mom so…mean? When she was givin’ birth?” Joel asked, tapping his knuckles on the tabletop.

“She was as cranky as a woman pushin’ a baby out would be, but—and don’t chew my head off for sayin’ this—Jen isn’t very nice even on a good day. I don’t think it’s the labor’s fault.” Joel chuckled and nodded. “I sometimes wonder how a romantic like you ended up with someone so…cold.”

“The cheerleader thing had somethin’ to do with it, I’m sure.” Joel hung his head and shrugged. “I don’t know. Sometimes…I wonder how much of this weight I’m gonna have to carry, ya know? Is she gonna be like this with our daughter? Am I gonna have to love her twice as much because Jen ain’t able to?”

“I don’t know, son,” Mr. Miller sat back in his chair and gave his son a sympathetic look. “I just know that as long as you got us, we’re gonna love that little girl so much she’ll be drownin’ in it. She won’t be at a loss for affection.”

“Not the same as a mothers love, though. Ain’t it?” He sighed and ran his calloused palms over his hands, roughed up from having picked up a job at a construction site on the weekends to prepare for the baby’s arrival.

“There you are,” Tommy walked over, his 15-year old face boyish as he smiled at the two men. “She’s ready to start pushin.”

“Really?” Joel sprang up and looked at his father. “You comin’?”

“No, I’m alright down here with my ice cream.”

Joel and Tommy left their father to himself, heading up to the maternity unit as fast as they could, Joel wincing when he could hear Jen screaming from down the hall. Tommy gave him a frightened look as they now walked at a much slower pace towards the room, both men not sure if they were quite ready to walk in on the scene yet.

“You first,” Joel whispered from right outside the room, Tommy narrowing his eyes in disbelief.

“You’re the father!”

“Yeah, but—“

“Joel!” A blood curdling scream filled the hall, Jen seemingly spotting him outside the room. He took a deep breath before stepping inside, his eyes going wide as he took in what was going on on the lower half of her body. “Get over here! You did this to me!”

“I—I did have a part in it, I guess, darlin, yeah.” He walked over to her, intimidated by literally everything that was going on. The beeping of the machines, the nurses filing in and out of the room, the doctor’s words of affirmation and direction, the screaming and the vice grip Jen had on his hand—it was all so overwhelming. His eyes shot to his mom’s, watching as she gave him a supportive smile and nod because what else could she do? Joel took another calming breath, going inward to find relief like he always had, and tried to focus on one thing at a time, but Jen’s grip on him was starting to feel so painful he worried she might break his hand. “A-alright, darlin. That’s a little tight—“

“I can’t believe I’m having your kid,” she wept out, her tone filled with regret. Joel looked across the bed at his mother with panic in his eyes, her eyes sympathetic and softened, turning from him to his weeping girlfriend. The weight of her words crushing his spirit.

“Congratulations, it’s a girl!” Joel’s eyes turned from the woman that just broke his heart to look at the doctor handing his baby girl off to a nurse waiting with a towel. “Would you like to cut the cord?”

“I, uh,” he looked over at his mother, her shoulders shrugging. Turning back to the doctor, he nodded. “Yeah.”

Just a few hours later, baby Sarah Miller was freshly bathed for the first time, swaddled in pink, and cradled in his arms. Joel wasn’t able to take his eyes or his mind off her. His heart swelled with love like it never had before, his entire life devoted in an instant to the sweet girl with her tiny hand curled up against her cheek.

He couldn’t be bothered to think about the previous keeper of his heart laying in the hospital bed beside him, or her lack of desire to share a future with him. None of that mattered now—not really. Not with his daughter in his arms like this, sleeping for the first time, taking in every wrinkle on her hands, every eyelash resting on her cheek, every little breath.

This was love—unconditional love. And from that moment on, nothing else mattered but her.

•••

“So when did she finally decide to leave?” Sunshine was now freshly showered, tucked into Joel’s side in bed. Tommy had given the two of them some time off due to how ill the pregnancy was making her as of late, Joel refusing to leave her side.

“It happened slowly…over time, I guess.” He shrugged and continued drawing hearts on the bare skin of her swollen stomach. “She moved in with me and my family after she was born, but I don’t think she lasted a week before she started to move her things back home, little by little. And then one day, I take a look around and there ain’t any trace of her left besides the woman in front of me refusing to even pick up her own daughter.”

Sunshine reached up and stroked his jaw, bringing his eyes to hers for a moment, Joel breathing out a soft exhale before pecking her lips.

“So I gave her an out. Told her if she left then and there, I wouldn’t hold it against her. She could go on and live a normal life. Be seventeen. And she did.”

“You were seventeen, too.” She reminded, Joel nodding and lowering his eyes back to her stomach.

“Yeah,” he nodded, eyes bouncing back and forth between hers as he tried to articulate himself. “But I wanted Sarah—loved her from the moment I knew she existed.” He traced over the side of Sunshine’s face, never for a minute allowing himself to believe that she would be anything like his ex. “I knew Jen didn’t.”

Joel took a moment to admire her in all her domestic glory. Her skin was dull from exhaustion, lips chapped from the cold, bags under her eyes giving away her lack of sleep over the last few months. She was still the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life. It had so little to do with her undeniable physical beauty, however. It was more about the woman on the inside—the attentive, kind, intuitive, clever woman that made him fall so hard so fast.

He’d never considered Sarah’s birth a mistake, only his choice in partner, but with Sunshine…he knew any fears of history repeating itself were unfounded. She wasn’t going to swat him away, wasn’t going to weep over the fact that it was him who got her pregnant, wasn’t going to leave him alone like Jen had. She was the real deal, the mother Sarah always deserved to have, the mother that their unborn child is so lucky their own.

“Sunshine, I can’t wait to raise our daughter together.” He watched as she grinned against his palm.

“Who says it’s a girl?” Joel scoffed and gestured around him.

“Look around me,” he chuckled. “I think it’s clear the universe has decided I’m meant to be a girl dad.”

•••

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[captain-mj]

memory loss fic part 3?

👉🏽👈🏽

whenever you’re ready of course…..the chokehold it has on me is WILD lmao 😅

I did ALL of this on mobile so forgive any problems lol

Last Part!

Soap spent every moment he could by Ghost’s bedside. Ghost tried to stay awake, flinching when the morphine forced him under.

He looked so normal while asleep. Soap expected him to twitch but he never did, completely still besides the gentle up and down of his breathing. Then he’d wake up, pleading with Soap.

“Make it stop. I don’t want to go back anymore. Please don’t make me go back.” Simon mumbled to him, holding on to him like a lifeline. “Why can’t I just stay asleep with you?”

Soap sighed. “Simon, they’re not real. Roba is dead. You’re reliving memories.”

“I hate it. I hate it so much. I don’t want to wake up again.”

Soap felt sick. He knew Ghost didn’t understand. It was probably impossible to tell what was real and what wasn’t, so he assumed Soap wasn’t.

“I know. I know.” No ones knew if or when this would end. They weren’t sure if he was “gaining the memories in a linear timeline” or “just having Night terrors”. That’s what the nurses said. It didn’t make any sense to him. Their explanations were pointless. None of it really helped the situation.

Ghost changed. The person he had met the first day of his injury faded. Although he still trusted Soap, he didn’t let him touch him anymore. It was subtle, but he started to cover himself up, trying to prevent any of them observing him.

Soap left for just a moment and found him quietly painting a skull on his face in the bathroom, using a marker that had been left behind. When asked, he didn’t have an explanation on why.

Soap hated it. He tried to get Ghost to remember at first. Showed him anything he could think of. Their dogtags, sketches He made of the two of them, but they were all met with a blank stare and frustration.

Right now though, it was quiet. Simon had grabbed his hand.

“They left me there.”

“Who?”

“Washington and Sparks. They left me there…” Ghost stared at the tv. “I told them to. I wish I hadn’t. I don’t want to wake up.”

Soap rubbed little circles into his hands. “I’m sorry.”

“I miss my mom. Do you think she’s doing okay?”

“I’m sure she’s fine.” Soap’s voice cracked. His big, bad Lt looked very small. “You’re a good man for telling them to leave.” He knew it hadn’t mattered. Both were dead. Ghost didn’t yet.

“If this is real, why are you always here when i wake up?”

“I don’t want you to wake up alone.”

“I barely know who you are. Why would you care?”

Soap stared at him.

“Please don’t bring up the memory thing again.”

“It’s the memory thing again.”

“Why? What did i do to deserve you?” Ghost looked at him and it took Soap to realize what he was asking.

“You saved my life. You let me in. You didn’t judge me too harshly.” He leaned in, very slow so Simon could pull away. He kissed him softly and maybe some cheesy part of him hoped he’d pull away and Ghost would be fixed.

“Johnny. I really hope you’re real.” Ghost mumbled against him. He grabbed his shirt, trying to pull him closer but Soap stopped him.

“You have a still healing bullet wound. I’ll hurt you.” Soap said softly to him, cupping his face. Pretty eyelashes. Giant brown eyes. Just as gorgeous as always. “Do you want me to get you a surgical mask?”

“Yes.” Ghost nodded and Soap got him one, watching him cover that part of his face. Soap watched him eventually go to sleep.

Johnny tried to stay up but it was pointless. He fell asleep.

When he woke up, he heard movement but he assumed it was Price or one of the nurses, eyes staying closed. He felt gloved hands on his face a minute later and groaned.

“Johnny.”

Ghost.

Soap knew as soon as he heard him. He threw himself at him, making him stumble.

“Healing bullet wound, remember?” Ghost didn’t seem all that upset though.

"There you are. Fuck." He kissed his face all over, gripping his shoulders tight. "Don't ever fucking do that again."

"I'll try not to get another head injury. Where's my mask?"

Soap pulled away just long enough to find it and give it to him. He patted over him, as if checking for injuries again. "How did you get out of the cuffs?"

"Picked the lock."

"You're a scary bastard sometimes." Soap kissed Ghost until he was physically shoved away to let the man breath.

Ghost huffed and relaxed. "That was hell... Thanks for sticking with me."

"Aye... You said you didn't like my voice."

"Because I don't"

"Ouch." Soap held his hand over his heart.

"Okay, I like it a little."

"There you go, big guy."

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #soap call of duty #soap x ghost #ghost mw2 #ghost x soap

[xanadontit]

Hey @tap-shoes I got you!

Dear Care and Feeding,

My husband and I have two kids, ages 14 months and 2 years old. Ever since the second was born, I’ve been kind of uncomfortable with the fact that my husband is NEVER alone with both of them, outside of me going to the bathroom or taking a shower.

Anytime I have somewhere to be, he has at least one of his parents come over or he goes to their house or his sister’s house (they all live locally) with the kids. I’ve been hesitant to bring it up because I don’t want to try to control the time he spends with the kids, and when I mentioned it to my close friend she said I should take it as a gift because I find his family a bit overbearing, so he gets the time with his family, his family gets the time with the kids, and I don’t need to spend extra time with them. But it has made me wonder if he is comfortable with our kids on his own, which any parent should be.

Very early this morning I received a call that my mother was being taken to the hospital in serious condition. I am her medical proxy and live about an hour and a half away. I immediately got up to get dressed and told my husband I needed to go and would make sure I was back in time to pick up the kids from daycare at the end of the day as I always do (he drops them off). He got panicky and asked me to give him a minute to call his mother because he needed her to come over in case the kids woke up and to help with the morning routine. I told him that was ridiculous; I can understand wanting a hand with the morning routine, but she didn’t need to come over at 2:30 a.m. to sit on alert while the kids slept, especially since they both sleep through the night on their own 95 percent of the time. He said he wasn’t comfortable being there alone with them and he needed me to wait to leave until one of his parents got there. I said no, I had an emergency to deal with and I would be going, he could handle two sleeping kids and should just go back to bed himself until his alarm, and I left. Twenty minutes later I saw a notification on our security cameras that his mother had arrived at the house.

It’s a few hours later and I’m sitting in the waiting room waiting for an update on my mother’s surgery and for my siblings to arrive and I just don’t even know what to think. I’ve tried texting and calling and he didn’t answer. I just don’t understand how you can be uncomfortable taking care of your own children and think just constantly having someone else around is an acceptable solution. He only ever seems to have regular new-ish parent worries, not over-the-top anxiety. What’s the best way to address this when I get home? I know he will be mad I left, but I’m mad he put me in a situation where I had to choose to leave. Shouldn’t you be able to take care of your own children? Did I miss something I should have seen?

—Can’t Leave Him Alone

Dear Alone,

First off, I really hope your mom is OK. That isn’t a call anyone wants to receive, especially in the middle of the night.

Presumably, you’ve come home since writing this letter; I wish we had a Reddit-style update I could pull up, but I’ll have to consign myself to the land of make-believe instead. If you and I were dealing with this in real-time, I would tell you to find a time later this afternoon or evening when you are both calmer and ask him why he feels he can’t be alone with the kids. But you can still have this conversation even though that moment has passed. Try to truly listen to his reasons and see if you can uncover whether this is real anxiety/fear or whether it’s a version of weaponized incompetence (which doesn’t have to be intentional to exist). Explain that while you don’t mind extended family helping out in general, it concerns you that you can’t count on him in an emergency.

If he’s reticent to see the problem, ask him what his plan is when his mom is gone, but you need to be out of town. What if you are the one who gets hurt, or worse? He needs to be able to step up and assume the full duties of parenthood, and not only in an emergency! You should be able to run an errand, get a manicure, or see a friend without making childcare arrangements. If he truly cannot step up because of deep-rooted anxiety, then he needs to be looking at therapy of some kind. I do not mean to be unkind, but this is the behavior of a mother’s helper, not a parent.

—Allison

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Can you write another big sister part where it’s one of their firsts nights reunited after the red room (could be days before or the day after her birthday party btw) where yelena has a nightmare and woke up startled so she remembers reader is there this time and goes to her bedroom like she used to do when they were kids. Natasha heard her waking up bc she used to comfort yelena so she goes to reader’s room too and they have a heart to heart moment kinda have a sleepover 🥰 thank you

I hope you enjoy this!

What if I'm not needed?

Warning: nightmare, angst with fluff, hand to hand combat and injuries

Word Count: 2.1k

Yelena woke up with a silent scream. Her breathing was erratic and her heart was beating. A layer of sweat covered her body. She threw off the blanket and placed her bare feet on the ground. The cold floor sent a shiver up her spine. It grounded her. It told her mind that she was in her room and not back there. Nightmares were rare for the youngest Black Widow but with everything that happened in the past few months, it was triggering buried memories. Natasha told her it was a possibility that it would happen. Yelena was annoyed that she was right. With a sigh, she walked to the bathroom and splashed the cold water on her face. It felt good. She dried her face and stepped out of her bedroom. The idea of going back to sleep didn’t seem appealing, especially alone. She could go see Natasha but it was always a catch if she was going to be in her room with Maria or be in Maria’s room. As much as Yelena liked Maria, she didn’t want to deal with her. She sighed, feeling defeated until she remembered you were still in the compound. You were returning to St. Petersburg in a few days to continue freeing Widows. Yelena smiled and headed to your room. 

*

A knock woke you up. You sat up slowly rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You kicked the blankets off and walked to the door. You were surprised to see Yelena. “Hi.” She whispered. “I had a nightmare. Can I sleep in here with you?” You held open your door without a second thought. Yelena walked into your room and straight for your bed. It took you back to Ohio when she would come to you at night because she was scared. You smiled after all these years she still trusted you. You closed the door and joined her in bed. She was playing with the blanket. 

“I know it’s been a while,” you said. “But you can tell me what your nightmare was about.” She didn’t answer. You lay on your back, looking up at the ceiling. You started laughing. “Do you remember when we pranked Natasha by pretending that she was invisible?” It was after a night Yelena snuck into your room because she caught a glimpse of a horror movie Melina and Alexei were watching. You caught a glimpse of Yelena smiling. “She was so mad at us. I’m pretty sure mom had to get involved for us to stop.” Yelena giggled. You looked at her. Her smile was gone but she didn’t look sad, just lost in thought. 

“I was at Target Practice,” Yelena said. “They brought me into the room and there were two people with bags over their heads. A gun was put in my hand and they told me to shoot. So I did.” Yelena whipped a tear that fell. “But when they took the bag off it was you and Nat.” You frowned. You were no stranger to your mind creating false scenarios. Yelena looked at you. “Why did my mind show me something that never happened?”

“Your mind is your best and most powerful weapon,” you told her. “It can be an ally when you need it most but also your enemy.” You smiled, sitting up and placing some loose hair behind her ear. “You went through something traumatic at a very young age completely against your will. Your mind is going to take the people you care about and hurt them.” 

“Does your mind do that to you?” You nodded. 

“Yes,” you admitted. “They have you and Nat in them. But I’m going to give you a little secret, you control the outcome of the nightmare.” She looked confused. “It’s your mind, malen'koye solnyshko (little sun). They are gone and can’t hurt us anymore.” She nodded. 

“Thank you.” You smiled. 

“Anytime. Come on, we need sleep.” You both got comfortable and Yelena rested her head on your shoulder. You waited till her breathing evened out and she was asleep but you closed your own eyes. Your advice was easier said than done as you were struggling to get control of your mind. 

*

Natasha was surprised to find Yelena’s room empty. Her sister was not a morning person. She had to drag Yelena out of bed for morning meetings or training. “FRIDAY, where is Yelena?” She asked the AI. 

“Miss. Belova is in the kitchen.” Odd. Natasha thanked the AI and headed to the kitchen. Yelena was in the kitchen making a protein smoothie. 

“Morning, sestra,” Yelena said with a smile. “Your smoothie is in the fridge. I wasn’t sure when you’d be up.” She walked over to the fridge and took a small sip before putting it back. She liked to have something in her stomach before a workout. 

“I went to your room and I was surprised you weren’t there.” Yelena put her smoothie in the fridge. 

“I had a nightmare and went to see Y/n.” She said simply. 

“Why didn’t you come to me?” Natasha asked. 

“I wasn’t sure if you were with Maria or not,” Yelena shrugged. “Come on, let’s go for our run.” It felt off at Yelena’s confession. For the longest time, Yelena came to her when a nightmare happened. That's how it’s always been. Natasha was jealous. After all this time apart, Yelena still came to you. It took Natasha a few years to gain Yelena’s trust when they arrived in America. She pushed the feeling down and followed her sister outside. 

*

You’ve had enough. For the past 24 hours, you’ve been walking on eggshells around Natasha. Every time you walked into a room and she was in it she walked out. You’ve tried to make conversation but she only gave one-word answers. Even Yelena didn’t know what was going on. You were leaving soon and you were not leaving until you figured out what the hell you did wrong. 

FRIDAY told you she was in the training room. You changed into a workout outfit and found your sister throwing punches at a sandbag. The metal chain that held the sandbag to the ceiling rattled from each punch. You’ve been on the receiving end of her punches. The instructors of the Red Room loved making the two of you fight. “We need to talk.” You said, standing next to her with your arms crossed. 

“I’m busy.” She said. You rolled your eyes. 

“Let’s spar then. It’s been a while since we’ve fought.” She made no move to indicate that she heard you. “Come on Natalia. You aren’t one to back down from a challenge.” You knew what buttons to press. You walked over to the training mats. The sandbag stopped moving and you heard her footsteps joining you on the mat. Hook, line, and sinker. 

“Do we have any hard limits?” She asked. 

“I promise I won’t send you to the med bay.” You smirked. Natasha huffed and got into her fighting stance. She was off. Her mind was not in it. You were landing easy punches and taking her down. It was further proof that something was wrong. You kicked your leg out and Natasha became off-balanced. You grabbed the collar of her shirt, bringing her down to the ground. “Are you ready to talk?” She wrapped her hands around your waist and threw you over her. You landed on your back. 

“There's nothing to talk about.” She said. You got back to your feet. You dogged her first punch, and the second punch made contact with your stomach but you caught the third and twisted her arm around her back. You kneed her and she crumbled to the ground. 

“Are you sure, Natalia?” You asked. “Because your fighting says otherwise.” She swung her head back and hit your nose. You stumbled backward and felt the blood on your nose. You looked at her stunned. She seemed as shocked as you were. Your jaw clenched. “Fine.” You said, whipping the blood with the back of your hand. “If you want to fight like that. We will.” The air in the training room grew tense as you began to not pull your punches. Natasha had you pinned to the ground. 

“Wield.” She said. You flipped her over. 

“Not a chance.” You said. 

“Enough you two.” Yelena entered the training room. She ran over to you and yanked you off of Natasha. Yelena stood between you two to prevent another fight. “Go to your rooms and calm down before you kill each other.” You whipped the sweat off of your forehead. You sighed and walked to your room. 

*

The shower calmed your nerves. Your nose wasn’t broken and the serum was healing your wounds. You wondered if you sat in your room and if Natasha would come to see you. But your sister was prideful. You sighed and opened your door. Natasha was standing in front of you. “Yelena said if I don’t come to talk to you she is never gonna talk to me again so here I am.” You stepped out of the way. She walked into your room and sat on your bed. You closed the door and leaned on it. “How’s your nose?”

“Fine,” you said. “It’s not broken. How’s your shoulder?” You almost dislocated it. 

“So, are you going to tell me what your deal is?” You asked. She didn’t respond. “Because I’m tired of walking on eggshells around you.” 

“I got jealous because Yelena went to you instead of me when she had her nightmare.” You blinked at her slowly, letting her words sit with you. 

“Are you serious?” You questioned in disbelief. 

“It took me years for her to open up to me.” You laughed, shaking your head. “What?”

“Exactly, it took you years for her to trust you but at least you had those years with her,” You sighed. “I had to use a memory from Ohio to cheer her up but I bet if she went to you, you would have years of memories to choose from.” 

“That doesn’t matter,” Natasha said. She looked at the floor. “If she easily went to you then she won’t need me anymore.” All the anger left your body as you stared at your sister. You sat down next to her. 

“What do you mean?” You looked at your door. 

“I haven’t been in her life in 20 years,” The last time you saw her was when was ripped out of your arms as soon as the shipping containers opened. “16 for you. I’ve learned about everything you’ve done through news reports and stories from your team because I wasn’t there. I’m not part of this world,” You played with the ring on your finger. “So she will always need you. Me being here won’t change that.” Natasha gave you a smile resting her head on your shoulder. 

“I’m sorry,” she said. “It was stupid that I let it get to me,” you shook your head. 

“Your feelings are valid. Just come talk to me instead of almost breaking my nose.” Natasha laughed. 

“You got yourself a deal.”

*

You were up so the knock on your door didn’t wake you up. You opened it expecting to see Yelena but you were surprised to see Natasha. She was shifting her weight from side to side. “I had a nightmare. Can I stay with you?” You smiled, letting her into your room. She immediately went to your bed and climbed underneath your covers. You laid down next to her. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked. You knew it was a long shot but you figured it would be good to ask. She shook your head. 

“Not really.” 

“Okay. Just sleep and I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

*

The next knock woke you up. You felt Natasha shift next to you but made no move to get up. You sighed and opened the door. Yelena was staring back at you. “Natasha wasn’t in her room.” She said. You moved out of the way and pointed to Natasha’s sleeping form. 

“It seems like that kind of night. Come on.” You closed the door as Yelena climbed into bed. She was going to be in between you and Natasha. You climbed into bed, which barely had enough room for 3 grown adults. Yelena rested her head on Natasha’s chest. You made a mental note to tell Natasha that Yelena looked for her first thing in the morning. 

“I’m gonna miss you when you leave,” Yelena said, her voice laced with sleep. 

“Me too,” Natasha admitted. Her eyes were still closed. You smiled. 

“I’ll be around. You guys aren’t getting rid of me that easily.”      

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[uwldcry2]

Miles Morales 42 x black!reader

Warning: slight profanity, use of the n word (I’m black), underage alcohol consumption (drink responsibly<3), not edited

I pulled on the door handle a little flustered, to my surprise it didn’t budge. Letting out an exasperated chuckle, I tried again. No dice. I made make-shift binoculars with my hands and peered through the window. The place was dormant. I looked up and the fluorescent sign flickering “Gladys’ Hair Salon” seemed to mock me.

I can’t believe I took two trains, through three boroughs, and a bus to Harlem just for her to not be here. I tugged my phone out of my sling and dialed the memorized number. It rang twice and she picked up before the third.

“Hola (y/n), Cómo tú ‘tá?” Gladys’ thick voice rang through the receiver. “Tía, I’m doing fine. I had an appointment with you this morning. Dónde estás?” I groaned and shifted my weight as a biker sped past.

“Eh? Oh! Lo siento, mi amor. I’m back home. Mi hija had her baby early! Soy una abuelit…” she rambled on in her excitement and I couldn’t help but smile as I listened to her talk about how she’d flown back to Santo Domingo and reconnected with her childhood friends. I had almost forgotten that I was standing in the middle of Washington heights with sopping wet hair under a shower cap. That was until, “…anyway Nena, I won’t be back for another three weeks. I completely forgot to tell tu madre cuando vino el miércoles. When I get back, I’ll do your roller set on the house.” She sighed out, even this mishap couldn’t waiver her contentment.

“Gracias tía, congratulations and be safe. I’ll see you in a few weeks.” I stated accepting fate. I was still pissed I wasted 5.50 in bus fare to get here but I could never be mad at Gladys. A woman in her early 60s deserved to enjoy her grand babies. Such is life.

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After a train delay and regular Brooklyn traffic, I made it back to my apartment around 11:00am. Exhausted with the whole day ahead of me. On the bus, I decided to make the best out of it. Mama’s schedule is packed. So I can ask Mrs. Morales across the hall if she’s free.

I wanted to ask mom for tía Rio’s number but she’s been on rotation at the hospital for since 6:30pm yesterday and wouldn’t be free until 5:00 this afternoon.

Slinging the front door open, I cross the hall of the complex gingerly and rap my knuckles on the door, waiting for an answer. The door opens a moment later, Mrs. Morales is standing in the frame in pajama pants and a tank top. “Hola Tía Rio, can you set my hair? Señora Gladys was supposed to do it but her granddaughter came early.” I rattled off. She chuckled warmly, “Ofcourse, muñeca. You’re lucky though, this is the first weekend I’ve had off in two months,” she turned walking into the house, leaving the door open. I took this as her inviting me in. I shut the front door and followed her to the kitchen where she’d already pulled out another mug to make me a cup of coffee. “It’s like they kinda programmed us. Your mom and I, because I woke up this morning at 3 and I’ve been up bored ever since. So yes nena, I’d say you’re lucky.” Lucky indeed.

“Go grab the rollers and rat tail out of my bathroom while I grab the moose and hair dryer from Miles’ room.” I followed her orders swiftly and before I knew it, we were enjoying coffee and watching telenovelas, stationed in the living room.

It’s been forever since I’ve spent time with Tía Rio. Her and Tío Jeff went to elementary with my mom and dad and they’ve all been really close ever since. Most life plans they had, they experienced together. Two years after Rio and Jeff had their boy. Mom and dad had their girl. They planned for their kids to grow up as best friends and that’s real sweet and all but not realistic. I’ve tried bonding with Miles since kindergarten but he always kinda shooed me away like the annoying little sibling. Only bringing me to hang out with him and his friends because his mom and dad made him. You could say he viewed me as a chore. It’s said the opposite of love is hate but Miles’ indifference to my existence proves that philosopher wrong. He transferred to Visions at the end of his 8th grade year. That summer, I won the lottery that dad’s colleague at the firm told him about. In the fall, I started at Calhoun, in the upper west side of Manhattan. And soon after, the only connection between miles and I was an apartment corridor.

“So, what are your plans for after graduation? Your mom dropped off our tickets yesterday.” Rio questioned as she busied her fingers detangling the mass of hair at my crown. “I committed to UPenn, ya know, close enough to avoid being homesick, far enough to be independent.” I rambled off the same spiel I had been telling all my elders for the past month. “You know tu padre hace un viaje a Philly todas las semanas,” She joked, “he used to be waiting in your mother’s dorm when she would come home from class— speaking of which, are you seeing anyone? Eh?” Rio flipped topics like a light switch.

I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. I hadn’t really made any friends in my six years at Cal. My friends in Brooklyn Middle School grew up and we grew apart. I guess I can be a little overwhelming. Mom calls me intense. Dad says I’m zealous. I just have never been that good at making friends.

“Nah Tía, I’ve been too focused on school.” I mumbled out. She might have sensed my unease because she thankfully switched the topic again. “Miles is enjoying uni. I’m really happy for him, it took him a while to get adjusted to Visions. I thought it’d be the same for college. You’re a bright girl, I know you’ll do great.” She hummed out as she pinned the roller to my scalp. I hummed in appreciated. I found comfort in her talking about Miles’ experience in school. “Does he visit you guys a lot?” I inquired. “Girl, he’s here every damn weekend. I shoulda sent him outta state. A borough isn’t far enough” Rio offered in faux annoyance.

“He eats all my food, and sleeps all day.” Another roller is pinned down. “Tù tío says he’s a growing boy. He’s about to be a growing boy at the job fair.” She finished up my crown in record speed.

I laughed at her annoyance as the topic of discussion stumbled into the room rubbing his eye and yawning.

“The dead has arisen.” Rio narrated with a side eye, sucking her teeth.

“Hey Miles, good to see ya.” I let out in a laugh.

“Wassup, (y/n).” He called, shuffling into the kitchen.

“Lo-look at this. I tell you come como un cerdo.” She gossiped under her breath, tapping my shoulder and I chuckled again.

“te escucho mamá” he bellowed lamely from the cabinet.

“Then get out my damn pantries, Gonzalo!” Rio yelled back.

I would have keeled over in laughter if Rio didn’t have the hair at the nape of my neck in her grip. I settled on giggling behind my hand.

Miles filed in and dropped dead weight on the couch before he picked up the remote and flicked through the channels. Before he could get to the third channel, a slipper wizzed past my head and clipped the side of miles’. “Change it back before I embarrass you.” The telenovelas resumed. We sat in comfy silence for about 20 more minutes. The right side of my head was done.

“Miles, nena here, hasn’t been on a date. You should set her up with one of your friends.” Rio thought aloud, combing through the next section.

“No, mami. Mal contigo?” “What? Tía, no.” Miles and I stated at the same time, craning our necks to look at her.

“Come on. This could be an opportunity for nena to make friends before she goes to school.” Rio suggested.

“The only things a junior would wanna do wit a freshman in college is—” Rio shot miles a look and his mouth clamped closed. “I’m just saying, (y/n) won’t be any different. She’ll be fresh meat.” Miles finished off his statement by kicking up his feet and reclining on the couch.

The silence wasn’t comfy for me anymore. “Hm, well then you can’t go to that frat party if you don’t take her.” Rio said, matter of factly.

“Mamá, I’m grown.” Miles dismissed, watching tv. “Not grown enough to miss Uncle Aaron’s internship at the museum.” She lifted an eyebrow. “Don’t test my gangsta cause he really don’t like you right now after you tagged that investor’s car trynna be Basquiat.” She said with finality, spraying my hair with a sheen before stretching a doobie around the expanse of my head.

“The kick back is tomorrow night, I’ll slide around 10:30. Be ready or you gettin’ left.” Miles mumbled from the couch as I walked toward the door. I let out a soft “copy.” And kissed Rio goodbye before I strolled back across the hall.

————

“Bro, go change or imma smack you.” Miles said when he looked up from his seat on my living room couch. “You buggin’, it’s hot as hell outside, I’m not putting on pants for nobody.” I snapped back. His attitude yesterday morning kinda rubbed me the wrong way. We don’t have to be friends but you don’t have to be mean.

“That skirt is dead short. Go change or it’s clips.”miles said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world as he pulled out his phone checked the weather. The outfit was cute. Haters gone hate.

As if on cue, Rio and my mom walked through the door from their night out. “Ay que bonita” they gushed, definitely intoxicated. “Gracias, tell miles that it’s a cute outfit to wear out.” I said childishly with a laugh. “You always give her a hard time, mijo. Let her have fun.” Rio said making her way to the wine cellar.

“Let’s go.” Miles grumbled and I shuffled out the door after him.

————

Walking up the street the the frat house, miles pulled me off to the side before I could get to the cobble stone driveway. “Escucha aquí, don’t come in here acting an ass.” He tugged the hem of my skirt down to try covering me up more as he gave me the run down. “You’re 18, these niggas are weird. Don’t be fast. Bat your lashes, get a drink. Find a corner and chill yo ass out.” I rolled my eyes and gave him a stank look. “It’s not my first party. I know how to act.” I let out indignantly, slapping at his hand. “Yeah, that’s why you got so many friends now.” He said sarcastically, walking past me. That stung. I sulked up the path behind him with a stone face. He knocked on the door. A tall brown skin dude in a baseball cap opened the door. The stench of weed seeped out of the house. Miles dapped him up and the dude introduced himself as Sean. He was cute but offered to show me around and miles interjected, “she straight, G.” We made our way through the function to the kitchen where the drinks were. Too many people. This shit didn’t even look fun. Miles made my drink and dipped. Unconsciously, I followed his directives and found a corner to sit and observe everybody else. I wasn’t even sitting for a full minute when a lanky ass white boy approached me calling himself trynna spit game.

Miles-

This is dumb as hell. I can’t even enjoy the party cause I gotta babysit. Been babysitting this girl for 12 years man. You’d think my parents would give it up but I can’t catch a break. I thought I could escape it by transferring. It’s one of the only things that I looked forward to when I started at visions. But here I am. A grown ass man. Babysitting.

Keeping an eye on her from the indoor balcony overlooking the entry way to the house, in record time, dudes swarmed her like roaches. Thirsty. Over the course of an hour and a half she:

Dissed the white boy.

Entertained the light-skinned dude.

Flirted with the athlete.

Exchanged numbers with the frat president.

Wash, rinse, you get the gist.

Can’t lie, she makes good work. It’s good that she knows what she likes. Respect.

She made her way back into the kitchen and I made my way to the kitchen entrance, watching her make her drink. A dude bumped into her and she spilled the liquor down her front. She gasped and turned around. “My bad ma, I got a change of clothes, follow me.” The shooting guard said suavely. He grabbed her hand and led her to the stairs. “Nah, I’m cool. Imma head out.” She stood firm. I made my way behind her. “Wassup” I nodded at the dude and locked eyes with her. “You good?” I asked putting my hand on her shoulder, placing myself between them. “Yeah, she spilled her drink, imma help her clean up real quick.” He answered for her like he had no ulterior motives. “Nah, we ‘bout to dip. Thanks though,” I said grabbing the hand the basketball player was holding. “Be cool, Brody.” I said over my shoulder and we headed toward the front door. (Y/n) was quiet in the taxi we took home.

“Was your first college party all you dreamed of?” I joked as we entered the apartment building. “Please don’t act like you care,” she sighed as we got to the stairwell. “Nigga I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t care. Answer me.” I said with a short temper.

“Listen, I’m leaving in two months and I won’t be in your hair anymore. So if you could just be cordial, that’d be great.” She said tiredly as we got to our floor. I grabbed her hand, “Que estas mal?”

“I don’t know what I ever did you miles but you won’t have to worry about me much longer.” She said slipping her hand out of mine. My chest kinda tightened.

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A/N: I don’t feel like writing anymore rn. I’ll probably finish later today.

P.s.: this is my first piece…like ever and it’s spur of the moment.

Also I took one Spanish class in like 5th grade…all the Spanish I know is from my mom.

Also, it’s weird creating an au of an au but yeah Jeff and uncle Aaron are alive in my version of earth 42<3

Also I’m black. So, yeah nigga.

#across the spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales 42 #miles morales earth 42

[antiwhores]

I really loved ur short story ‘Bakugou’s game’ I would love to see a part 2 of it. Maybe a few months later or something reader is trying to get over bakugou and is really cold to him when he tries to fix their relationship and he sees her at a party with a date and he gets super jealous and possessive after seeing them together. Which leads to make up sex and hopefully reader giving bakugou a chance to make it up to her. Or be totally angsty and make reader pull a uno reverse of him.

Bakugou’s Game: Part 2.

Requested by: @jasmixs @ooftrain-12 @tsukikoxo @coffeeginie

Part one: https://antiwhores.tumblr.com/post/693877274172440576/bakugous-game

Sorry this shit took so long frfr. Ive been SO busy lately to the point its actually insane. Havent had time to even write a sliver of this. Yall probably lost interest but ill post it anyone out of respect for the og request

Warnings: Jealousy, minor violence (reader slaps bakugou again LOL L bozo), rough sex, creampie, happy ending and shit, make up sex, NOT EDITED - BARE WITH ME HERE.

Bakugou was misreable without you, the break up eats him away until he forced himself to go out to speak to you.

Bakugou never understood the idea of someone being so sorrowful about a break up that they forget their pride and beg for the person back. That is, until now. He’s starting to understand why people take break ups so badly. Cause he’s taking it badly.

Everyday is a new thing to notice. Everyday is a new thing he didn’t even know he was used to after dating you so long gone.

When he came home to his apartment you weren’t there to welcome him. When he walked past the bathroom you wernt there to sing horrible on purpose in the shower to annoy him. When he ate at the table you wernt there to tell him about your day in an exaggerated tone. When he sat down on the bed without changing you wernt there to yell at him for his outside clothes touching the clean mattress. When he spiced his food to hot you wernt there to dramatically cough and pretend to fall over. When he woke up in the middle of the night you weren’t there to tell him to “close them damn eyes again”.

Everything was different. He hasn’t moved a single bit of his furniture yet the house changed drastically.

He started to lack on his chores, throwing himself into his hero work. He exhausted his body to the point of throwing up. That and the combination of the lack of sleep and the lack of rest.

He had nightmares of how he acted. It would usually play out with you doing what he did to you. It was insufferable. Every single thing in his dream was something that he’s done before.

He looked down at his phone with his newly founder insomniac eyes.

Doll, Im so sorry. It will NEVER happen again. Im a fucking idiot and I’d do anything to make it up to you. Please just respond back.

Read 34 days ago

Y/n, I see you reading my texts. Just please let me apologize.

Read 33 days ago

Do you still want that car? I know you told me to not buy it but I’ll order it without a second thought if you talk to me. Please.

Read 32 days ago

Okay, Im sorry about the car thing. That was weird. I don’t think you’re a prize to be won with money. I just want you back.

Seen 31 days ago

Stopping by your house today, I need to see you.

Seen 29 days ago

Im sorry. I can’t loose you y/n. I cant.

Seen 27 days ago

My mom is so mad at me. I dont blame her, loosing you is like loosing half of my heart.

Seen 25 days ago

Its been so long since I’ve lived without you I dont know how to do its

Seen 23 days ago

Please love me again.

Seen 22 days ago

I know you see these. Do you enjoy seeing me like this?

Seen 19 days ago

I love you.

Seen 16 days ago

No other person will ever count to me. That stupid bitch at the bar is nothing compared to you. None of them are.

Seen 15 days ago

I left a letter under your mattress. Please read it.

Seen 12 days ago

Coming to your house tomorrow, I really need to see you. I’ll do anything.

Seen 9 days ago

The notes still here, you really break my heart. You know that?

Seen 8 days ago.

I still love you.

Seen 5 days ago

Ill fucking never look at another girl again. Swear.

Seen 4 days ago

I love you even more today

Seen 2 days ago

Whenever you’re ready.

Sent just now.

It was true, you read every single text. You read them almost 10 times over. You weren’t ready to respond.

At first, Bakugou’s texts confused you. This was against his pride. He would never suck up to you like this. So you laid it down to drunk, sad, sleepy, and/or desperate texts. It wasn’t his character so naturally you went looking for answers.

The last month has been terrible for you too. You were staying at your bestfriends house, who was GLAD to have you.

You avoided everything that mentioned him. News, certain social media platforms, public areas, etc. if it wasnt for your friend, you wouldve never gone out.

After that last text he stopped reaching out for the coming months. Things were peaceful, you were okay.

You hadn’t gone back to any club/parties since the incident. But your friend, being a party person, forced you out to a nearby club. They also made you agree to going with this guy, whatever his name was, to have a little blind date. Your friend figured it’d been a couple months and you needed to touch some bitches. You were against it, still getting over Bakugou, but they used the favor you owed them to seal the deal.

So now you found yourself at the club, chatting with a guy at one of the booths. He was actually tolerable, not your type romantically, but someone you’d be friends with. You supposed that the first step to a relationship was being friends so you continued to persue.

He was rather handsome too, not godly handsome like your ex- you needed to stop doing that. Comparing everyone to Bakugou is whats gonna make you single for life. Bakugou was not an easy man to pass.

You laughed at his joke as he continued to tell it. “Yeah man, she was crazy! She ended up calling my mom and telling her that I had set the house on fire! My mom was worried to death! Then she hit me after she found out the house was okay like I told her!”

You shook your head, “Exes man, I swear!” He leaned down towards you, “You got any exes that make you want to start a war?” You immediately nodded, “My last ex was a handful.” “Did he tell your mom you set the house on fire too?” You laughed, “Nahh, thatd be so much easier to manage. My ex, well, he-“

Prying red eyes watched you from the corner of the room. Bakugou didn’t even wanna come to this club tonight. He was, like you, forced to come out of pity of his friends. To think he could’ve missed the chance to see you and this guy flirting and laughing together.

It could be a close friend, maybe a relative, he didnt know. He wasnt close enough to make oht a single word. There was some part of him that aas glad for that nad another part that was incredibly annoyed.

No matter who it was, Bakugou’s hands started to smoke up. His teeth gritted hard against eachother. While he was moaping and suffering you were over here on what looks like a date?

It took everything in him to not just stomp over there and drag you away from the piece of shit. He was glad he hadn’t enough alcohol in him to follow those urges… to a degree.

So he waited. He waited for an opportunity. And he sure as hell got one.

“Oh!” You gasp at the ringing of your phone. You tilt the screen towards you before looking back up at your date with apologetic eyes. “Sorry, I absolutely need to take this!” He laugh, “its okay!” His back cracks when he lifts his arms to stretch. “I needa go to the restroom anyway!”

You smiled that smile that he loved. The smile that should only be directed at him. Not at some random guy you just met.

He stalked carefully behind the guy until he was walking into the back hallway with him. The guy barely had a chance to comprehend a single thought before he was slammed up against the wall with his shirt fisted by the blonde.

The man looked startled and freightened. Who wouldnt be? Bakugou’s stare was one to rival Medusa’s. He felt frozen by the pure hatred glazed over.

“What the hell are you doing with y/n.” The sentence came out between his teeth. The man put his hands up defensively, “Aye man, we’re just on a blind date!”

Bakugou’s palms sparkled threateningly, “Im gonna give yoh one chance,” He leaned down to be exactly in the guys face, “Fuck. Off.”

That was all the guy needed before he was out of the door and on his way home. An immediate wave of relief washed over him at the thought of the date finally ending. The positive emotions quickly disappeared at the sound of a famiiar voice, his favorite voice. “Seriously?”

He snapped his head over to look at you. You were even more heavenly up close, just as he remmebered but better. Your arms were folded and you looked at him with such disapproval that he wanted to immediately crawl to his knees and apologize.

“We’re not even fucking dating anymore. You just chased off my date.” He winced, “Fuck.” You scoffed at his curse to whomever. “I should be saying that not you. Leave me alone, asshat.”

Before he could stop himself he had grabbed your arm and pulled you into the closest vacant guest room. He pinned you against the doorway. You were wide eyed and your mouth slightly open. It had happened in an instant, so fast your brain was still trying to comprehend him grabbing your wrist.

Bakugou bit his lip so hard you thought it would bleed. He didn’t know were to start. This day had been rehearsed in his mind over and over again. Yet the words, the speeches, and the numerous i love you’s were gone.

“Im sorry.” Was all he could get out. Your eyebrows furrowed when he mumbled the words. He snaked his hand around your waist as he whispered in your ear. “Im sorry. Im sorry, swear on it y/n. Talk to me again. I miss you. I’m sorry.”

His head dove into your neck, kissing and sucking on every sensitive spot he gained access too. You didnt even have time to gasp before his thigh pried both your legs open. He grinded the muscle against you.

It took everything in your being to not just give in and let him pleasure you. The resolve in your head, the one that told you that him acting like this is conmmunication is what ended the relationship in the first place, slapped the hell out of you though.

His face broke as you roughly pushed him away. He whimpered while trying to trail his hands on his belt to unbuckle it.

The skin of your palm met his face quickly. He completely stopped this time. The sound of the slap reverbing in his head along with the sting. Not just the sting of the slap, but the sting of knowing he fucked up again.

“Have you learnt anything?!” You yelled, tears brimming in your eyes. “This is the reason we broke up! You can’t resolve everything with sex!” You jammed your finger into his chest, “Start thinking with your head instead of your dick! After all this time, I thought you changed. Im so ignorant.”

You turned to leave out the door. Bakugou saw everything flash before his eyes. He saw the relationship you and him had before. He saw the relationship you could have now. And he saw the relationship that fucked up and now has fucked up his life.

“I dont know HOW!” He didn’t mean to yell, really. But something just snapped in him. You stopped to listen so he continued. “I’ve spent the last several weeks missing you. I never even realized how much I fucking… damn it!”

The knot in his throat was getting tighter. You hadn’t turned around yet. “But I just dont know how…” His voice broke halfway through the sentence. He wrapped his arms around you. You felt no lustful intent, only the desire to hold his #1. “I only know how to show my love through fucking. I can be more open! I just dont know how!”

He started to shake, squeezing you even tighter. After a long while, you finally spoke.

“Then I’ll teach you how.” He looks up in bewilderment, is this you forgiving him? In one swift movement you pushed yourself towards him. You grabbed his worried face, tilting him up to look you in the eyes. He was panicked, a panick you’ve only seen a few times since knowing him. “But for now, tell me how you feel in the ways you understand.”

He seemed confused when your hands encircled around his belt and snagged it off. “What? Wait-“ you cut him off with a hefty palm on his clothed cock. His breath caught into his throat. He barely chocked back the moan that you attempted to tear from him as you dove your hands under his pants. He was puzzled, yet his arousal and the feels of your hands encircle around his throbbing cock hypnotized him.

Instinctively, he reached between your legs to rub you in return. He whined when your hand gently pulled his away. “I’m okay, you just focus.”

Easy for you to say, he thought, or atleast tried to. It wasn’t easy to focus on the situation when you began to pull his cock out and rub it against your entrance. It felt too good. It had been too long. Too long having to rub himself out to a picture of you. The real deal felt euphoric.

His hips bucked into yours, starting at a brutal pace. He picked up your legs to give himself more range. The sounds of skin on skin were loud, not as loud as the combined sound of the moans and groans you both chocked out, but loud.

He tilted his head back, his whole chest was flushed a deep red. He cursed into your neck where he had begun to lick and suck. “Damn it, I-I missed you.” Your whole body tensed when he angled himself to hit that spot deep inside of you. It was your turn to curse.

“I just- these past couple of weeks- nghhh… ive been- I cant live without you alright!” His thrusts picked up, “I regret everything I have ever done to make you upset- hhhnnm…”

Tears well up in your eyes when you start to reach your orgasm. You weren’t gonna last long either. Like him, the sensation was a lot after being away from eachother so long. He had forgotten his strength as he thrusted into you so hard you wouldn’t doubt if angry bruises were already forming.

“Katsuki… I love you,” You whined desperately. He started to unwind, tensing and untenseing, when you came around his cock while moans spilled through your mouth. It almost hurt how stong the orgasm was. Almost.

He bite into his lips so hard it began to draw blood. “Fuck, I love you too y/n! So fucking much!” With that he exploded inside you. His hot seed painted your walls without missing a single spot.

He slowly lifts you down to your feet, only to stabalize you when your knees buckle. He wrapped his arms around you, “I fucking missed you.” You breathed in deeply when he kissed at your temple, “I missed you too Katsuki.”

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Lovers & Strangers -Chapter 7

Previous

I sat in the airport early Saturday morning probably still drunk waiting for my flight. Somehow Ethan convinced me to stay on Wednesday night, and he was serious about me coming to Minnesota. His parents arrived yesterday, and will be waiting to pick me up when I get there. I don’t know why I couldn’t just take a later flight but here I am, sitting in the airport at 5:45 am for my 6:20 am flight. I literally was only able to have a 2 hour nap… I shouldn’t be here. 

When I got to my seat on the plane I fell asleep immediately and slept the entire 2 hour flight. This time when I woke I was hungover. 

I got off the plane and made my way past the baggage claim to not only see Ethan’s parents but mine… Great. I walk over and my parents each give me a hug, then Ethan’s parents proceed to give me a hug next. “Hey! How have you been?” Ethan’s mom says and I smile slightly

“Good!” I say and she looks at me again

“You feeling okay?” she says grabbing my parents attention

“You look white” my mom says 

“Plane sick” I lie

“Since when have you gotten plane sick? You love plane rides.” My mother says again

“Lots of turbulence this time, I don’t know mom” I say before we head out of the airport.

We go to breakfast at some small cafe as our parents chat about this afternoon's plans to go to the Mall of America, since we can’t really see him until after his game tonight. “No offense but I just want to have a nap” I say to them. 

“You don’t want to shop?” my mother looks at me confused. 

“Not really, I was up late last night” I say

They continue talking about last night and seeing Ethan as I swirl my food around the plate, as I’m really not hungry. My attention was suddenly grabbed at the sound of Mark’s name. “And that Mark is a sweetheart” my mother says and I look up

“Oh he is the sweetest, a really good boy! Always greets us when we go down to the school.” Ethan’s mother confirms

They continue talking about Mark, where he is from, what his parents are like, what his parents do for a living, his academic standing, etc.. It really amazes me how Mark comes off as so sweet to everyone else except for me. 

After breakfast they drop me off at the hotel giving me a key. I walked into the hotel and up to the room where I layed for a bit, I pulled out Instagram and posted the pictures I took last weekend. After I posted I fell asleep. 

Ethan and I’s parents arrive back into the room and gently wake me up. As I’m getting ready to roll out of bed I pick up my phone checking my Instagram notification on my recent post as commenting back. 

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I start getting ready for the game quickly as it took me awhile to roll out of the bed. As I am in the bathroom putting makeup on, my mother comes in and shuts the door behind her. “Can I help you?” I ask her giving her a side eye in the mirror. 

“Have you been checking your grades lately?” she says looking at me through the mirror

“Last I checked they weren’t that bad” I say before batting my eyelashes on my mascara wand, “calm down” I say rolling my eyes

“You’re at risk of academic probation, you lost your scholarship for next year, and you’ve been absolutely hell to be around, and you are trying to tell me I should be calm. Y/f/n I will tell you right now, If you end up on academic probation I won’t even allow you to go back in the fall to correct that!” she says sternly at me, “understand me?” 

“Yes! Okay! Jeez, I’ll try harder” I say and my mother shakes her head leaving the bathroom. I finish up before going back out to meet everyone in the hallway. We went out for supper and then headed over to the game. 

After the big win, we all headed down to the ice level to meet with Ethan. I stand with our parents as they chat about the game Ethan just played as I see him walk around the corner. When we make eye contact, he makes a funny face to me and I scrunch my nose and smile back as he approaches our group. He hugs both his parents, then mine. 

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” Ethan’s father asks him

“Just bed, celly starts tomorrow when we're back” he says and a small chuckle escapes his lips. “You guys going right back? He asks our parents

“We might go out for a drink” his mother tells him right before someone yells out that they are loading up the bus

“Okay, well if I don’t see you tonight, we are eating breakfast at the hotel tomorrow morning at 8” he says, hugging us all one last time before walking towards the group. 

I get dropped off at the hotel and make my way to the room. As I get off the elevator I make the turn around the wall entering the hallway where my parents and I’s room is when I see Ethan standing outside my door. It’s been quite a few days without sex, so I knew exactly what he wanted. And I wanted it too. 

“Oh, I thought the celebration starts tomorrow” I say as I approach him. 

“I was thinking we could get an early start,” he says, making me instantly weak in the knees. 

“Alright, but we gotta be quick” I say unlocking the door and we both enter. I shut the door that connects to Ethan’s parents room and turn to Ethan taking my shirt off in the process. Ethan takes his off as he watches me unclasp my bra, and we take our pants off at the same time so we are both completely naked.

I walk up and press my lips to his and we being making out. He pushes me hard against the door I just shut. He trails kisses down to my chest as he massages my tits. He then begins sucking hard on them, making me gulp. “C-careful!” I say to him and he begins massaging my tits a little more rough making me throw my head back on the door behind me. 

I begin to slowly lower myself and he releases my tits so I can face his cock. I spit down on it before grabbing it and stroking him. I look up to make eye contact with him, “You don’t know how bad I needed this” he says then releases a heavy breath. I tilt my head and lick from the bottom of his cock up to his tip, kissing it before sliding it in my mouth. I begin sucking on his tip first as I stroke his the rest of his cock with my free hands. I release my mouth and look up at him before entering him back in my mouth even further. I continue sucking back and forth and I hear Ethan give me praises through his soft moans. “C-come’ir” he says and I release his cock from my mouth standing in front of him. He grabs his cock and strokes it a few times as he brings his lips to mine to makeout with me again. He lets go of his cock when he feels my hand try to take over and reaches down rubbing circles around my clit fast, “I’m already so close” he says breaking from the kiss so he can watch me moan as he slips two fingers inside of me pumping it a few times before curling his fingers hard inside of me. 

“Fuck E” I moan out as Ethan bites on to his lip enjoying watching me moan for him. He then pulls his fingers out and I whimper slightly at the loss of friction between us. He pulls me over to the bed and leans me down so I was bent over the bed laying on my stomach. His foot hits mine hinting to push them apart so both my legs take to steps apart opening my legs for Ethan. 

I hear his balls swing back and forth hitting skin and he strokes himself hard before thrusting into me deep, “Fuck Ethan!” I whimper loudly and he stops himself deep inside of me before saying: “Shhh! We can’t be too loud”. 

He begins thrusting inside of me as he grabs my hips so he can become more forceful as he pushes himself in me. He pumps hard and fast, making my legs weak. I can’t help but to arch my back slightly. At this new angle Ethan repeatedly his my g-spot over and over, “Fuck Ethan right there! OH MY GOD!” I whimper loudly again. He doesn’t shush me this time instead I feel him twitch inside of me slightly as he continues thrusting into me. He cums inside of me as he is thrusting me quickly becoming sloppy. 

“Oh Fuck!” he says pulling himself out of me fast

“Again Ethan?! Seriously?” I ask him as he runs to the bathroom grabbing some toilet paper to wipe up the cream oozing out of me. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry!” he says handing me another bit of toilet paper to clean what he missed. I clean myself and take the cream filled toilet paper and throw it into the toilet flushing it as Ethan gets changed. I come back out and get myself dressed as Ethan lays on the bed watching me. 

After I get dressed I open the door between the two rooms and crawl beside Ethan. He puts his arm over my shoulder as he turns the tv on. We watched the tv before I accidentally fell asleep and Ethan slipped away without waking me. 

In the morning, the alarm goes off at 6:30 am and I sit up immediately rubbing our eyes. I look over at my parents bed to see them already up scrolling through their phones on Facebook or reading some article or something. I roll back over falling asleep for a bit before another alarm goes off at 7. I finally get up and make my way to take a shower. 

I get myself ready then grab my bag and heading down to put it in the car. When I put the bag in the car, I then turn back towards the hotel and join Ethan’s parents for breakfast. As we eat the whole team came down. Ethan sat at the table with us waiting for the area to be less squished by the breakfast area, before getting up to get his own, then sitting with his team. 

After I finished eating, it was time for us to leave so I could catch my flight. Ethan quickly came over and gave his parents and my parents a hug, telling him that he will see them next weekend before hugging me, “I’ll see you in a bit” he says with a soft smile.

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I Fucking Love You - Robin Buckley

Stranger Things Masterlist

Summary : Before Robin, you never had a crush on a girl so you try to figure things out while you still want Robin with you. You two agree to see each other without being official but your feelings gets bigger everyday.

Warnings : Steve is kinda mean but it's because he's protective, secret relationship because Robin and Y/N are still in the closet, only Steve knows, despite that, it's a one shot full of fluff. English is not my first language so there might some mistakes you can tell me, if you see them. Tell me if I missed any warnings !

Word count : 3.7k

French version

Song Inspiration : I F*cking Love You by Zolita

The sound of your alarm wakes you up from your sleep. Your eyes still closed, you try to reach for your clock but you fall into someone’s body. You start smiling before opening your eyes and seeing Robin. She mouths a ‘hi’ before turning off the alarm. You get closer to her, appreciating her presence next to yours.

“You really are the cutest in the morning.” She whispers.

“The cutest ? With my waking up face, my hair not done and more important the morning breath ?” you ask, not convinced.

“Yes. I could totally kiss you right now.”

“Well, just a peck. When that morning breath will be gone, I’ll fully kiss you.” You tell her before pecking her lips.

“Let’s get ready, then !”

She doesn’t wait for your answer as she stands up before holding out her hand to you. You take it and you two make your way to the bathroom. While brushing your teeth, you two can’t help but look at each other. Still admiring her beauty, you come to the conclusion that Robin is wrong. She’s the one who is the cutest in the morning.

When you’re finally done with brushing your teeth, you don’t wait before kissing each other’s face. You kiss slowly but passionately. The kiss gets a little heated as you softly hit the sink. Her hands are on your hips and yours lost in her hair, you make sure to memorize every second of the kiss as you can’t do it whenever you want to.

After kissing for a moment, you break the moment. Robin looks at you confused while you still have a smile on your face.

“As much as I want to do that all day, if we woke up at 7 am it’s because you have work and you can’t be late.” You say, kissing her again quickly. “Especially since Steve is the one picking you up. I don’t want to give him another reason to hate me.”

“He doesn’t hate you.” She corrects but you look at her deadpan. “He just doesn’t know you that much. Trust me, he’d love you if you’d properly met him.”

“Yeah, I’m not too sure. Anyway, you should keep getting ready while I make you some breakfast.”

You peck her lips once more leaving her alone in the bathroom. You go downstairs where you find your mom preparing herself a breakfast. You two look at each other shocked, realising that the other one is already awake. Well, your mom is more surprised, you’re never up this early on a Saturday morning. You explain that you woke up because Robin has to work, which awakes something in your mother. She puts her coffee down on the table and starts making a ‘proper’ breakfast for Robin.

“Mom, I’m sure just a bowl of cereal would be okay.” You tell her as she’s making pancakes and you pour yourself and Robin a glass of orange juice.

“That poor Robin will be working all day. She needs some strength. I should also make her lunch. I’m sure she doesn’t have one packed.”

“Robin can get something at the store nearby. Don’t worry, mom. She’s not going to war, she’s just working at Family Video.” You laugh, but your mother ignores you as she puts three pancakes on a plate.

“Oh my God, that smells so good !” You hear Robin exclaim when she comes downstairs. “Hello Mrs.Y/L/N.” she adds, surprised to see your mother.

“I made you some pancakes. I don’t want you to starve.”

“Thank you.” She says while your mom gives her the plate.

“Do you want me to make you lunch, too, sweetie ? Oh ! Do you need a ride ? I can get ready quickly to bring you to your job.” She asks, almost no waiting for an answer.

“I’ll be okay, thanks ! Steve is actually coming to pick me up.”

“Steve ?” Your mom questions with a curious smile while you start drinking your juice. “Is that your boyfriend ?” Hearing her question, you choke on your drink.

“Mom !”

“No !” You and Robin speak at the same time. “Steve is my best friend. We’re just friends. Our relationship is totally platonic, with a capital ‘P’!” she states, insisting on the word ‘platonic’.

“Oh, that’s nice, too. His name seems familiar, though.”

“Yes, he was on the swimming team.” You inform your mom.

“That’s right ! Robin, why don’t you introduce him to Y/N, maybe she’ll find him cute.” Your mom suggests, making you cringe while Robin tries to hold her laugh because of your face.

“Mom, stop, you’re being too invasive. Besides, we’re way too different.”

“Yeah, that won’t work if you’re not at least a little bit alike. But it’s just that you don’t talk to me about any boys. Though, I’m sure you, Robin, know everything.” She states dramatically. “Well, I’m going to get ready.”

“Sorry for my mom.” You start when your mom finally leaves the two of you. “She can be very awkward.”

“It’s okay. I mean, yes it was awkward, but it was also funny.”

“Glad you enjoyed it.” You fake-smile and she only laughs more until a honk is heard outside of your house.

“That must be Steve. Can you tell him I’m coming ? I just need to grab some stuff in your room and my bag.” She asks you and you nod.

She runs upstairs as you leave your house, crossing your arms on your chest, trying to hide the fact you’re still in your pyjamas. You walk to Steve’s car while he puts the window down. You inform him that Robin should be coming any second now which he only answers with a nod. You stay next to the car, uncomfortable. No matter what Robin says, you can clearly tell that Steve doesn’t like you.

“You know,” He starts, catching your attention. “For someone who acts like she doesn’t know Robin at school, it’s weird that you two see each other at your place.”

“My mom only thinks that we’re friends. Meeting each other here is safer.” You retort.

“Still, it’s weird. Your words never seem to match your actions.”

“You don’t know me, Harrington.” You snap. Steve is about to say something but Robin’s voice comes first.

“Hey, Steve ! Sorry I took a little longer. I struggled finding my brush.”

“You know it wasn’t lost, right ?” You tell her, trying to smile.

“Yeah.” She laughs back. “I gotta go. I'll call you tonight ?”

“Sure.” You say before quickly kissing her cheeks.

Robin looks at you going back home while Steve drives them to Family Video. Robin can’t help but notice the lack of joy when you were with Steve. She turns to him, takes a deep breath before starting her ramble.

“You know, you’re being very rude with her, right ? I mean she thinks you hate her. You could be nicer.”

“I don’t hate her. I’m just suspicious about her.” He corrects.

“She has done nothing wrong.”

“She keeps you guys' relationship a secret.”

“Huh, yes because we can’t do the same things you can do, you know.”

“I didn’t mean that.” He retorts, realising how he sounded. “I meant that she always acts like she doesn’t know who you are in public. You may not be able to hold each other’s hand in front of everyone, but she can at least acknowledge your presence.”

“It’s complicated for her. I already told you.” Robin starts defending you. “She’s never had a crush on a girl before. She’s confused. If acting like she doesn’t know who I am helps her to figure things out, then I’m okay with it. Besides, we’re not even a couple. She said she didn’t want to put a label on it, like that we don’t have our hands tied so if we want to call it a quit because we’ve found someone else for example, we can do that. I mean, I’m not gonna lie, it kind of sucks when I see her talking to other guys, especially because I know they ask her out, but she doesn’t owe me anything. I knew what I was getting into with her. Yes I’d love it if she didn’t talk to those guys but she made things clear. You can’t blame her for that.” She admits, feeling a little bad.

“All I hear is that because of her, you’re hurting. You know you could have set your own conditions, too, right ?”

“I’m okay like that.”

“If you say so.” Steve says, not wanting to start an argument.

“Just stop being mean to her.”

“I just want to protect you. I don’t want you to get your heart broken just because she can’t figure things out and run away because she’s scared.”

“You just don’t understand ! And I can take care of myself just fine.” She cuts him off, fed up because she knows that deep down, he noticed one of her fears.

You finish getting ready for your school day when you’re packing your bag. You put all the books and notebooks you need when your eyes find the perfectly wrapped gift on your desk. You take it in your hands, debating with yourself.

Today marks the first month anniversary of you and Robin’s first kiss. You bought her a present, but you don’t know if you should give it to her. You said you didn’t want to make a big deal out of your guys' relationship and a gift for this event is a big deal. Right ? You don’t want to make things awkward and lose her, so you decide to leave it on your desk.

At school, you go to your locker and put the stuff you won’t need right now. As you close it, Josh, a guy from your English class, is next to you with a bright smile. You smile at him uncomfortably, waiting for him to say something.

“How was your weekend ?”

“It was good, thanks.” You tell him, ready to leave but he holds you back.

“You know, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies with me.”

“Hi Y/N.” You hear Robin say with a smile. You make a movement with your head as a way to say ‘hi’ back.

“She’s your friend ?” Josh asks genuinely and you shake your head, panicking.

“Not really, we’re both in the school band. That’s all.”

“So about the movies ?”

“Can’t, sorry. I’m busy.” You inform him but he looks at you confused.

“I didn’t even tell you the day.”

“Yeah but I have a lot of work this week.” You lie. The ring bells, saving you from the situation. “Sorry. I gotta go, I have maths.”

You don’t wait for his answer before running off to your class. You hate being in this kind of situation where a guy asks you out. They seem nice but you just don’t want to go on a date with them. If you wanted to go on a date with someone, it’d be Robin, but you can’t really do that. Thinking about Robin, you start cringing at yourself, realising you ignored her. Again. You hate yourself when you do that. Especially because she might think that you said yes to Josh’s date.

You’d like to take your relationship to the next level but you’re afraid of telling her. Maybe she likes the way your relationship is, and you don’t want to risk it by telling her that she’s the only one you’re seeing or that you’re terrified of her leaving. Maybe she likes the way you are casual.

You overthink about your relationship with Robin and the way you acted toward her during your first period. You’re afraid you either hurt her or pushed her away a little more by making her think you’re seeing other people. But when you have your Physics class, one of the few classes you have in common with Robin, you feel the weight getting off your shoulder when you see her smile at you. She discreetly gives you a piece of paper. You take it and wait for everyone to be settled before reading it under your desk.

“Meet me at the janitor’s closet during break ?

R x”

You turn your head pretending to just look around randomly before looking at Robin and nodding slowly. You try to hide your smile as you’re already thinking about your future moment with her.

When the break is finally here, you don’t wait a second before going to the janitor’s closet. You wait for her nervously before she arrives a minute later. She kisses you before she opens her bag and starts looking for something.

“I’m sorry about this morning.” You say, stopping her in her tracks. “I shouldn’t have ignored you when you said ‘hi’.”

“It’s okay. You said you wanted to keep it quiet at school.” She assures you before giving you a little box with a cute red bow on it. “It’s for you. It’s been a month since we first kissed, today.” She says while you’re opening the gift. “Not that it’s a big deal. I mean we’re not even dating or anything, but I still wanted to give you that. I hope I’m not making anything awkward because if it’s the case, we can totally forget about it.”

“Robin, I love it.” You tell her as you look at the cute little bracelet with a flower charm. “I can’t believe you remembered it’s been a month.” You murmured with a sweet smile.

“Of course, I do.”

“It’s very cute. Help me ?” You ask her and she puts the jewel on your wrist.

“Looks nice on you.”

“Thank you.” You smile before realising you don’t have your gift for her with you. “You know, I also got you something.”

“You don’t have to pretend like you do. It’s okay. I mean we didn’t say if we were gonna do something. I just saw that and thought you’d like it.”

“I really mean it, Robin. I bought it two weeks ago. And today, I was actually going to take it with me, but I also didn’t want to make it awkward, so I left it on my desk. I can give it to you later, at Family Video ?”

“Sure.” She answers, excited.

You take another look at the bracelet before kissing Robin with passion. You two stay together for a few more minutes, taking advantage of every moment you have alone.

“Oh my God, you should have seen her face, Steve !” Robin starts rambling to her best friend with stars in her eyes while he's tidying the shelves up. “Her smile was so big. She totally liked it. I was afraid she’d think the flower charm was childish, but she loved it, too ! She put it on her directly. I mean I put it on her. Even though it may not mean anything, the point is that she accepted a gift from me and she’s wearing it right now. Everyone can see it. I’m sure a few weeks earlier, she wouldn’t have done that, maybe that means she wants to take it a step further, you know ?”

“Didn’t she accept a date from a guy today like you told me ?” Steve asks, breaking Robin’s love bubble.

“I told you a guy asked her out. I don’t know if she said yes.”

“Okay, but she didn’t give you anything back, right ?”

“Not yet.” She admits and he gives her a knowing look. “She actually told me she got me something too but didn’t know if she should give it to me as we didn’t agree on exchanging gifts today. But she also remembered it’s been a month since our first kiss. She was even surprised I remembered. And I am surprised she does, too. Surely, if she remembers and if she bought me a gift, it means we might mean something to each other, right ?”

“Or maybe, she said she got you a gift to be polite and she’ll buy it later.”

“I believe her when she tells me she also bought me something. Besides, she’ll come soon to give it to me. Why do you always have to be so pessimistic about her ? I finally have a girlfriend. I mean, not really a girlfriend as we don’t put a label on it, but I have someone. And I really have feelings for her. You should be happy for me.”

“I just feel like she’s playing with your feelings.”

“You overthink too much.”

“You’re the one saying that ?”

“I don’t want to talk anymore. I’ll be in the back if you need me. I have work waiting for me.”

Steve watches his best friend leaving sadly. He knows he’s being harsh on her, but he doesn’t want Robin to have her heart broken. He wants the best for his best friend, and he wants her to have a relationship with someone who is fully committed to her, no matter what. Maybe he overthinks, like Robin said, yes but he’d rather overthink and be wrong about it than not overthink it and not protect her like a best friend should.

When he hears the door open, he looks up from the movies in his hands and sees you. You nervously come closer to him, knowing what he thinks of you. You put your hands on your pockets, trying to appear confident when you’re finally in front of him.

“Hey, do you know where Robin is ?”

“In the back.”

“Thanks.” You say as you start leaving but he stops you.

“Hey, Y/N. I know you think I hate you but it’s not true. I know you’re figuring things out, I just don’t want Robin to get hurt because of it.” He tells you and you can’t help but feel grateful Robin has someone taking care of her like that.

“I understand ; I know that I haven't been handling things in the best way, but I promise you, Steve, I don’t want to hurt her.”

“I hope so. She really cares about you.”

“I care about her, too. More than you know.”

You turn around and walk in the back room, looking for Robin. There, you found her, looking at some tapes and writing something in a notebook. You knock on the door, catching her attention. She puts the movies down and goes to you. She kisses you before inviting you into the room. She closes the door while you take the gift out of your bag. You hand it to her. She takes it with a smile on her face. She unwraps it before finding a book.

“The Idiot ? Are you trying to tell me something, Y/N ?” She asks you, trying to act serious.

“No !” You answer quickly, making her laugh. “It’s just that as I know you speak Russian, I wanted to get you a book in that language. Also, last time, you said you wanted to read one of Dostoyevsky's work in the original version, so I went to the bookstore and asked for it. The librarian had only this one but it seems interesting !”

Robin looks at you with eyes full of love as she realises you really tried to find the perfect gift for her, and succeeded.

“I really like it, thank you. I can’t wait to read it tonight !” She smiles fondly.

“About that.” You start and she listens to you carefully. “I also bought it. Obviously not in Russian, I can’t understand it, but I thought that maybe, if you want to, we could meet up and read it together and talk about it.”

“Like… a reading date ?” She wonders, making sure she fully understands what you mean.

“Kind of.” You say nervously, not daring to look at her for a second. “I just thought it could be cool and also reading together can be a cute thing to do.”

“Oh my God, I fucking love you.” She whispers before realising what she said. “Oh my God ! Sorry ! I didn’t mean that. I mean, yes I meant it, I have feelings for you but I didn’t mean to say it out loud. We’re not even a couple so I shouldn’t have said that I love you, even if it’s true.”

“Robin-” You say as you try to cut her ramble, unsuccessfully.

“I shouldn’t have said that. Now, I've made things awkward, and I didn’t want that. I know that by saying that it might push you away and I don’t want that.”

“Robin-”

“I mean even if we’re not together, together, I like what we have, and I don’t want to lose it. Even though, I’m sure I just did and-”

“Robin !” you cut her off again and she stops her ramble, looking at you, worried. “You didn’t make anything awkward.” You assure her and she finally breathes again. “Actually, I’ve been meaning to tell you that for quite some time now. I… I have feelings for you, too and I’d like to make it official. I mean, yes, I’m still figuring out who I am and we can’t be one hundred percent public, but I really want you to be my girlfriend. The month that we passed together, I loved every single minute of it. I loved every kiss, every discussion, every unofficial date.”

“But I thought you were still seeing some guy ?”

“Since we kissed, I've refused every single date. I don’t want to hang out with those guys. I only want to hang out with you because I love it. I… I love you, Robin.” You admit with a big smile, despite being nervous. “I have for quite some time, but I was afraid it’d push you away, too because I thought you were okay with not taking things seriously as you agreed to my terms without hesitation.”

“I have had a crush on you for so long. It would have never pushed me away.”

Robin doesn’t wait for your answer before crashing her lips on yours. For the first time, your kiss seems full of love. For the first time, you two are not holding back anything. You just want to show how much love you have for the other. Robin brings you closer to her by putting her hands on your cheeks while your hands find their way to her hips, hugging her even closer. After a moment, you two break the kiss but look deep into each other’s eyes.

“Oh my god I fucking love you” Robin repeats making you laugh softly.

“I fucking love you, too.”

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I Hope You Dance // Chapter 53

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

A/N: This is cross posted to my Wattpad, so if this seems familiar that is why!

TW: Mental abuse, emotional abuse, slight physical abuse, death and loss.

Description: When Caila meets Rooster, sparks fly. But, she's already married, to a man who she thought loved her, and won't let her go. Rooster will fight for her, he just has to convince Caila to fight for herself.

Word Count: 6.2k

Chapter 52 | Masterlist

I sat on Bradley’s bed the rest of the night, my fingers running through his curls and occasionally I placed kisses on his head. I took a picture and sent it to Mav, telling him he was awake and not to come till the morning. I would text and call everyone tomorrow, I don’t want too many people in here at once. That night I slept the best I had since he’d been in here. His arm stayed around my waist and my fingers in his hair as his head rested on my chest. The next morning I woke up to voices and turned to see Mav standing on the other side of the bed as Penny sat in the chair. “Oh, hey.” I said and sat up. “I guess you got a little more sleep than last night.” Penny said and I nodded. “I definitely did.” I said as I looked down at Bradley, kissing his head. “I’m starving.” He said, his head falling back on his pillow. “I’ll go see if you can have breakfast.” I said before getting up and making my way out to the nurses station. His day nurse, Ella, had been kind but quiet. “Hi.” I said and she looked over at me from her screen. “Good morning.” She said, “Um, Bradley was wondering if he could eat?” I asked and she looked back at the screen. “It says he can after some blood work and a CT scan. He was talking and I didn’t want to interrupt.” she said and I smiled. “Want me to ask?” I asked her and she nodded. I peeked my head in and he looked at me. “You can eat after blood work and a CT scan. Want her to go ahead and draw your blood?” I could see him pale slightly but he nodded. “He said yes.” She nodded and stood. “I’ll get everything ready.”

Within a few minutes she came back with a few tubes and a needle. “I have an IV in, can’t you get blood from that?” He asked and she shook her head. “There’s no blood return.” She said quietly as she got set up. “I really don’t wanna be stuck again.” He whispered to me. “I already have a tube sticking out of my chest and I’m scared to move.” He said and I felt for him. “One quick stick and then you're done.” I said and he turned his head into my chest and I squeezed his hand. “You’re still afraid of needles?” Mav laughed out. “Yes! I am okay!” He snapped and Mav just grinned. Ella got his blood drawn and removed the tube. “Now time for your CT.” She said. “I’ll be right here when you get back.” I said as I stood from the bed. He grabbed my hand, kissing it as Ella pushed the bed out of the room, his hand holding mine till the very last second. “I think he’ll make a great recovery.” Penny said, her hand rubbing Mav’s arm as he stood next to her. “Me too.” I said. He already seemed to be doing pretty good.

Bradley was gone for about an hour and just as he came in he was brought his food. “Eggs, bacon, french toast? Am I drooling?” He asked, looking up at me as I ran my fingers through his hair. “A little. Eat up.” I said and he did. “It can’t be that good. It’s hospital food.” Mav said and Bradley shook his head. “It’s actually really good.” He said, food still in his mouth. “Okay, no one's gonna take it from you and don’t talk with your mouth full.” I said and he swallowed. “Yes, mom.” He said. Soon Mav and Penny left and I took a shower in the bathroom attached to his room. “Oh I feel so much better.” I said as I came out, I looked at Bradley and smiled. He had Mr. Snuffles up on the bed with him, tucked into his left side and he read the card attached to the flowers mom sent. “Your mom send these?” He asked and I nodded. “She did. Her and dad were gonna fly out but there was nothing they could do so I managed to talk them into staying put.” He chuckled. “Should we call them?” He asked and I realized I never text anyone but Mav to say he was awake. “Sure. Let’s surprise them.” I said. I facetimed moms phone and it rang so long I thought she would never answer.

“Hell-OH!” Mom yelled when she saw Bradley grinning at her through the phone. “Oh thank god! DAVID!” She yelled and she rushed through the house. “What?! Something happen to Bradley?” He asked and my heart swelled knowing my parents care about him so much. Mom turned the phone towards him and it took dad a minute to register what he was seeing. “Wha- YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Dad yelled with a smile on his face. “Good to see ya, son!” He said, making us laugh. “When did you wake up?” Dad asked. “Yesterday evening.” He said. “We hadn’t told anyone but Mav till now.” I said. “What about the team?” Dad asked. “I’ll text them once I get off the phone with you. Bradley wants them to come in a few at a time. He doesn’t want them crowding.” I said and I turned to him. His eyes were drifting closed and I could tell he was exhausted still. “Well, we’ll let you go. Text us with updates, we can talk later.” Mom said and I nodded, letting her go. “Get some sleep, honey.” I said, kissing his head. His arm went around my waist and I smiled, knowing I wouldn’t be able to go anywhere any time soon.

Throughout the week the team came in to visit, all cheering and crying tears of joy to see Bradley awake. Cyclone even came in to speak with him. Bradley had been worried that he wouldn’t be able to fly again, but his doctor and Cyclone reassured him that he would be back in the skies but only after ten to twelve weeks. He was bummed about it, but it was all worth it if he made a full recovery. Come Saturday we were getting ready to go home. I packed all of our stuff, Bradley was dressed and ready, the only thing left is for the doctor to remove his chest tube. “You may have some slight discomfort as I remove this.” Rooster squeezed my hand and buried his face in my shoulder. The doctor cut the stitches and slowly pulled the tube out, a hiss escaping Bradley as he did so. “All done.” I could immediately tell a shift in Bradley, he seemed more relaxed, relieved. “Macy will be in with your discharge paperwork and care instructions in just a few minutes.” We nodded and he left. Roo sat up and swung his legs off the bed. He’s only been up a handful of times this week and he’s a little unsteady so I immediately reach for him. “Need help?” I asked and he shook his head. “No, I just need off this bed.”

He stood and stepped away, slowly wandering around the room. “Feels good to just use my legs.” He said, stretching his legs as he did so. I just watched him. There was a moment where I never thought I’d see him alive again, let alone up and moving. “What?” He asked, noticing that I was watching him. “I’m just glad you're okay.” I said, leaning back on my hands as I leaned against a table in the room. He smiled, walking over to me, his hands falling to my waist. “I told you, I’m not going anywhere.” He said before leaning down and kissing me. There was so much passion behind it, something we’ve been missing since he’s been in here. “I love you, Mags.” He whispered as he pulled away. “I love you too, Roo.” I wrapped my hand around his neck and kissed him one more time before Macy came in. “Alright. These are your care instructions.” She handed the packet to Rooster, he couldn’t get incisions wet for three more days, no physical exercise for six weeks. “The physical exercise also includes sex.” “WHAT?!” He asked loudly and I slapped my hand over his mouth. Macy tried not to giggle but one escaped. “Yes. No sex. It could increase your heart rate and your stitches could pop. If they pop, you’ll bleed out in minutes, before anyone can get there to help you.”

I turned to him and he looked at me with pleading eyes but I shook my head. “No sex.” I said sternly and he huffed. We went over the rest of the instructions before we signed the paperwork. “Thank you so much.” I said before pulling Macy into a hug. She seemed shocked but hugged me back. “You’re welcome.” She said before forcing Bradley into a wheelchair. “I can walk.” He said and she chuckled. “Hospital policy, I’m just doing my job.” She said and he pouted the entire walk to the front doors. Macy stood with him while I pulled the jeep up to the doors. Macy helped him in and soon we were off and headed home. “It’s weird being the passenger.” Roo said, reaching over and taking my hand. “Thank you.” He said, lifting my hand and kissing the back of it softly. “For what?” I asked, squeezing his hand slightly. “Staying. Not leaving me alone in there.” There was something in his voice. I couldn’t read it and that bothered me. We stayed quiet the entire ride home, the only noise being the road and the radio. Once we pulled into the driveway I put the car in park and turned to him. “You know I’d never leave you, right?” I asked and he nodded. “I do. But you easily could’ve sat here at home, waiting for a phone call instead of sitting in that uncomfortable chair.” I just smiled at him, sitting up and running my fingers through his hair. “I wanted my face to be the first thing you saw when you woke up. So I wasn’t going anywhere. Plus if anything happened I wanted to know immediately, not twenty minutes after the fact.” He just smiled at me, his hand gently gripping the hand in his hair and holding it. “I’m glad you were the first thing I saw. It sounds weird, but god I missed you.” I smiled, leaning down and kissing him. “I missed you too.”

I pulled away and slid out of the jeep. “Now, let’s get you inside. I’m hungry and I’m sure you are too.” I said as I opened his door. Thankfully the jeep doesn’t sit too high off the ground so he could easily slide out. “Your cooking sounds amazing.” He said before reaching into the back. “EH! You’re not allowed to lift anything over ten pounds!” I stopped him. “I got the bags, you just take your ass inside and sit down.” He huffed but didn’t argue. He did reach inside and grab my purse and the flowers, neither weighing more than ten. Pick your battles. He likes helping out, so I’ll let him do little things here and there. He’ll go crazy if I make him lay in bed all day. We got inside and the dogs lost their minds. “Sit.” Bradley said and both dogs immediately sat, tails going a mile a minute. Rooster set my purse by the door with the flowers before sitting on the floor. I put all of our dirty clothes in the washer and put everything else away before I went into the kitchen. Amelia ate a good bit of the food, mostly stuff that would go bad like sandwich stuff. I pulled out some chicken to put in the airfryer and some pasta. I seasoned the chicken lightly before tossing it in then prepped everything else.

As that cooked I walked back into the living room to find Rooster had moved to the couch, Dahlia’s head in his lap and Sadie curled up next to him. “How does chicken pesto pasta sound?” I asked as I leaned over the back of the couch. He turned his head to look at me, smiling widely. “It sounds so good.” I smiled and kissed him before coming around and sitting next to him. I grabbed his hand and leaned my head on his shoulder. “It’s good to be home with you.” I muttered, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “I agree, pretty girl.” Once dinner was done we sat down and ate just enjoying the time together. There was a moment that I thought I would never have time like this again. After dinner I got him settled upstairs in the bed and went to take my shower. “I wish I could take a fucking shower. Those sponge baths did shit to make me feel clean.” I felt bad for him. The man showers religiously and after a week, he probably does feel like shit. “Are you sure I can’t take a shower?” He asked and I sighed. “You heard Macy. You can’t get your incisions wet for three more days.” He huffed and leaned his head back. I could tell he was frustrated and I hated it. I turned and took notice of the giant jetted tub that we have yet to use.

“You know. If we’re really careful, you could take a bath.” He sat up immediately. “You think?” He asked and I nodded. “I’ll have to help you to make sure you keep your incisions dry.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me. “So you’ll get in with me?” He asked. “No. I will sit on the edge of the tub and help you, but I will not be getting in the water with you.” He pouted but slowly stood. No matter what he says, he knows he’s weak and he knows he has to be careful. “Why not?” He asked as he slowly walked by me. “Because, I know how you get when I’m naked and I will not have you dying in our bathtub.” I said, referring to the stitches in his aorta. “Fine.” He huffed. “At least help me get undressed? It hurts if I lift my arm too high.” I gave him a small smile and nodded. I helped him carefully pull his shirt off and helped him with his pants before starting the water. I didn’t let it get too high, not wanting the water to reach the incision on his left side where his chest tube was.

Once I turned off the water I helped him in and he sat down. “Just being in the water feels nice.” I smiled, brushing his hair back. “I love you.” He said as he looked up at me with those big brown cow eyes. “I love you too.” I leaned down and kissed him gently before I carefully helped him wash his body and his hair. Once we were done I could see he felt better, more relaxed. “My turn. Go lay down and I’ll crawl in bed with you once I’ve had my shower.” He smiled and leaned down, kissing me softly. “Okay.” He whispered and walked into the bedroom while I cut the shower on. I washed away all the stress of the last few days. It was nice to be home, in my own shower, knowing my fiance was peacefully laying in bed waiting for me. Once I was done I dried off and slid into one of Bradley’s t-shirts before walking into the bedroom.

There, lying on the bed was Bradley. He was on his back, arms outstretched as his chest slowly rose and fell. I smiled and made my way over to the bed. I pulled the covers back, moving his arm before I slid in. “Mm, honey?” I couldn’t help but grin as I curled into him, my hand resting on his chest, right next to his incision. “I’m right here.” I whispered. His arm curled around my shoulder, pulling me close before he drifted back off to sleep. I just laid there, taking in everything. This was real. He would live. We would get to sleep next to each other, have meals together… we still get to have our wedding. Losing Rooster was a hard concept to grasp, but never being able to marry him made my chest ache. It felt as if someone took their hands and pulled my rib cage apart before reaching in and ripping out my heart. Part of me wanted to stay awake, soak in every moment of this, to know it was real. But his even breathing made me sleepy and soon, I was drifting off to sleep right next to him.

The next day we were lazy. Roo got up and walked around the house, we took a short walk on the beach to get him up and moving, but other than that we laid on the couch and cuddled. Of course Mav called to check on him. That would become a daily thing for a while. I know Mav was terrified of losing him, and he has every right to be, but I think Rooster is already annoyed after the third call today. “I’m fine.” He said after he hung up with Mav. “I know.” I said as I rubbed his back. “But you aren’t acting like that.” I pursed my lips and nodded. “But I get to see you all day, touch you, talk to you. All these things that solidify that you’re really here. Mav was… really scared. I think he’s still scared, scared that he’s going to call and you will never pick up.” I said and he sighed. “Maybe you call him tomorrow, or send him a meme every now and again. Something to help solidify that you’re still here and I’m sure he’ll calm down soon.” I said as my phone dinged. “Is it Mav?” He asked and I shook my head. “Penny. She’s apologizing for Mav calling so many times. She said she’s hiding his phone from him now.” Rooster chuckled. “He may just drive over here.” I nodded in agreement. “He really might.”

The rest of Sunday was spent in the kitchen. I was prepping stuff so Bradley could have easy and healthy lunches. Lots of protein and foods that would be good for his heart. He helped a little, getting tired easily so he would occasionally go nap or just rest. Going to bed Sunday night was easy. It was getting up Monday morning that was hard. It was storming outside, a very uncommon sight for San Diego. “You think you’ll be in the air much?” Roo asked as I pulled my hair back into a bun. “Knowing Mav? He’ll use this as an excuse for severe weather training.” Roo gave a light chuckle from the bed. “Probably.” He laid on his back, arm tossed over his eyes to shield them from the bathroom light. Once I was done I grabbed my flight suit and slid it on. “You gonna be okay today?” I asked and he nodded. “I’ll miss you.” I couldn’t help but grin and walk towards the bed, leaning over him as I got close. “I’ll miss you too.” He moved his arm and I kissed him gently. “But I will be fine. If I need you, I’ll call.” I nodded as I laced my boots up.

I went downstairs to get my coffee ready, Bradley and the dogs close behind. We silently went about our routine. Bradley let the dogs out and fed them while I got my coffee ready. “Okay. I love you, I will be home soon.” I said as I turned to him. He smiled down at me before leaning down and kissing me. “I love you too.” He followed me to the door, his own mug of coffee in hand before I opened the door. I turned for my bag, yelling as I saw him bend down to grab it. “You cannot lift anything heavy yet.” I scolded as I hoisted my bag over my shoulder. “Yes ma’am.” He sassed. “I’ll check in around lunch time.” I said before he kissed me one more time. “Okay, honey.” With that I walked out the door, pulling the hood of my rain jacket over my head. I quickly tossed everything in the jeep before practically diving in myself. Bradley stood on the porch waving as I backed out of the driveway. I waved back before heading off to work.

“Today you will be doing some severe weather training.” Mav announced in our morning briefing. “I told Bradley we’d be doing weather training.” I leaned over to Coyote as I whispered. “I want you in groups of threes. We’ll be practicing flight maneuvers.” We all nodded. “Dismissed.” With that we stood and made our way out to the hangar. First up was Phoenix and Bob, Fritz, and Coyote. I checked over my jet as they went up before Mav walked over. “How is he?” I just smiled at him before I sat in a chair. “Doing surprisingly well.” I answered. “No pain or anything?” He asked. “He’s on a lot of medication for pain and infections and everything in between. His incisions still look fresh and he’s dying for an actual shower.” Mav nodded and sat next to me. “I’m worried about psychological effects.” I nodded in agreement. “So far he sleeps like a baby. No nightmares, but I keep waking up intermittently to check on him.” He just nodded and smiled at me.

“I’m glad he has you.” Mav said, tossing his arm around my shoulder. “He wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for me.” “Don’t start that.” Mav snapped. “Stop blaming yourself for every little thing that goes wrong in your relationship. I’m tired of hearing it and so is Bradley.” I was stunned by his response. Mav has usually been level headed with a few exceptions. He sighed and it was silent for a moment. “Caila, I’m sorry.” I shook my head and stood. “No. You’re right.” With that I walked away. I couldn’t really be mad at Mav, he was right. But so was I. Soon it was my turn to get in the air with Hangman and Omaha and Halo. We were doing so good. “Get him off me, Magnolia!” Omaha called out. “Hang in there! I’m coming!” Just as I almost had Hangman in my sights, lightning struck way too close for comfort. We had multiple other lightning strikes that followed. “Should we land?” I asked through the comms. The rain was splattering against my canopy, making visibility next to nothing. “You’re team leader Magnolia. That’s your call.” Another lightning strike and I made my decision. “Everyone bring it in.” We all landed one by one, my landing last as I wanted everyone else to land before me. As soon as I got my jet onto the tarmac, I was out and rushing inside. “I’m already sick of this rain.” I said as I stormed past Mav and Phoenix, soaked to the bone.

I didn’t shower on base, deciding it wasn’t worth it. The rain hasn’t let up all day and after work was no different. I hit a stupid amount of traffic on the way home and by the time I actually got there, I just wanted to curl up with Rooster. I made it inside, bringing in just a little water and not a whole damn puddle and as I set my bag down I saw Rooster napping on the couch. He looked so peaceful. He was lying on his back, one arm tossed back behind his head, the other resting on his belly. As I stepped closer I was startled by Sadie who poked her head out from under the blanket. “Keeping daddy company?” I asked, reaching down and petting her before she laid her head on his leg. I left Bradley asleep as I went upstairs and showered. He needed his sleep. Sleep would help him heal and a lot of the medications he’s taking right now make him sleepy. Once I was done, I found he was still asleep as I came downstairs. I needed to figure out dinner so I went into the kitchen and started rummaging around. I decided to just grill some chicken, brown rice and lots of fresh veggies. Most of it is good for his heart and I wanted him to feel as good as possible as quickly as possible.

When dinner was almost done I went to wake him. I sat next to him on the couch, smiling at how peaceful he looked. I brushed some of his curls back gently and he inhaled deeply. I kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his chin and as I kissed his eyebrow his eyes opened. “Mm, hi honey.” He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into him. “Careful, Roo.” I said, pulling away slightly. “I just wanna hold my fiance, is that too much to ask?” He groaned and I chuckled. “No, but I don’t wanna hurt you.” He smiled up at me as his hand threaded through my hair. “You never could.” He pulled me down into a kiss and I couldn’t help but relax into it. After a minute I pulled away. "Dinners almost ready." I told him and he inhaled deeply. "Okay, I'll be in the kitchen in a minute." I stood and held out my hands, helping him up gently. His face scrunched as if he was in pain as he stood. “When was the last time you had any medicine?” I asked and he looked at his watch. “Five hours ago.” I pursed my lips. “I’ll set out your medicine with dinner.” I said before standing on my toes and kissing his cheek.

I plated everything and set all his medications out on the island and he came in just as I put all my food on my own plate. He was rubbing his chest just around his scar. “Here.” I slid some water to him as he sat down. “Thanks.” He muttered before taking the handful of pills and swallowing them with the water. I smiled before sitting next to him with my own food. “How was your day?” He asked as he cut into the chicken. “Long. The rain never stopped and we had to end our exercise early because of all the lightning. I was soaked all day.” He chuckled. “Kind of glad I wasn’t there to endure that.” He said and I glared at him. “I love you but you get cranky if you get soaked from the rain.” He said, grinning before he leaned over and kissed my cheek. “You’re not wrong.” I replied. We talked and ate and once we were done poor Bradley looked like he would fall asleep. “C’mon. Let’s get you in bed.” I said quietly as I cut off the kitchen light. He slowly got up and I wrapped my arm around his waist. “I really want another bath.” He muttered and I sighed. Bradley is a man that showers every day and I can’t really tell him no. “Okay. We’ll get you a bath and then bed.”

We made it up the stairs and he sat on the toilet as I pulled out some towels for him and cut on the water. “Will you get in with me?” He asked as I leaned over. His hands rested on my hips and pulled me back till I stood between his legs and he rested his forehead on my back. “I’ve already showered.” I answered. “Please.” I let out a slow breath. I wanted to tell him no, but then I remembered how close I came to losing him. “Okay.” I could feel him smile against me. We both stripped and I helped him in before getting in and sitting on the opposite side, facing him. He gave me a small smile as I tossed my legs over his. “We should make use of this bathtub more often.” He said, leaning his head back and winking at me. “Mhm, I know what you want to use it for.” I said with a smile. “You can’t tell me that you don’t want to use it for the same thing!” He said as he leaned forward, gripping my thighs and hauling me into his lap. I gasped loudly. I knew he wouldn’t let me go so I helped slide myself into his lap, not wanting him to overexert himself. “You shouldn’t do that.” I scolded him.

“I didn’t hurt myself, so don’t worry.” I huffed, shaking my head. “I’ll always worry about you.” He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me as close as he could get me, my forehead resting on his. I smiled at him, my thumb running across the scars on his jawline. “I love you.” I whispered and he grinned. “I love you too, pretty girl.” I kissed his lips gently before I sat up. “We should probably get you washed up before the water gets cold.” He nodded and I leaned back, grabbing the soap and a rag. His arms stayed around me as I lathered the soap across his body. “I did something today.” He blurted out. I raised a brow at him. “What’d you do?” I asked, carefully cleaning around his incision. “I made some changes to my life insurance policy.” I stilled. “What?” I asked, my eyes moving to his. “When I met Nat and we became friends, she was the beneficiary. I knew she’d use it to pay off any funeral debts if it came to that. When we got together I never really thought about it. But after what happened, I didn’t want you to have to worry about anything.” I stared at him for a moment. I dropped the rag and my hands drifted up to the sides of his neck. “Bradley. I don’t want your money.” I said and he nodded, one hand coming up and lightly holding my wrist. “I know, honey. I know. But if something does happen to me I just want the peace of mind knowing that you’re taken care of. Just to know that finances is one thing you won’t have to worry about makes me feel better.”

I sighed, tears coming to my eyes. “Financial ruin doesn’t matter. Because if you’re not here I don’t know how I’d go on living.” He furrowed his brows, his handscoming up to my own cheeks. “Hey, don’t say that.” I shook my head. “It’s true though. When you were in the hospital I had this god awful dream.” I took a deep breath, willing the tears away. “You died. You didn’t make it. Mom was helping me get ready for your funeral.” My breath caught in my throat and he shushed me. “Hey, I’m here.” I shook my head. “Seeing you in a casket Bradley, even in my dream I just wanted to die.” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held him tightly. “It’s okay. I’m here and I don’t plan on going anywhere for a long, long time.” He said as he pressed a kiss to my neck. His words sat heavy on my chest and only one thought crossed my mind, and I’m sure it crossed his. Goose didn’t plan on going anywhere for a long, long time either. I didn’t dare say it out loud, but we both knew it. Anything can happen in our jobs, even outside of it. Once I calmed myself, I sat back and wiped my cheeks.

“Come on. Let’s finish up and get in bed.” He said and I nodded. We finished in the bath and finally got out. Rooster slid into some boxers and I slid on some panties and one of his old Phillie’s shirts. With that, we climbed into bed, his arm going around my waist and pulling me into his side. “You’re gonna have to stop pulling me, I definitely weigh more than ten pounds.” I said and he chuckled. “I’d pop a stitch for you anyday.” He said, turning on his side and nuzzling his nose into my cheek. “Well let’s not do that. Remember what Macy said?” I asked, closing my eyes and resting my hand on his chest. “Yes, honey. I remember.” He huffed and then it went quiet. Within minutes Rooster was out like a light and I wasn’t far behind him.

The next morning I got up and left early, deciding I needed to hit the gym. I left Rooster a note just so he didn’t worry. I walked into the gym, immediately heading for the weights and saw Hangman on the leg press. “Mornin’.” He grunted out. “Mornin’.” I replied quietly. Hangman finished as I headed for the leg curl machine. I got set up and started. “You okay?” Hangman asked as he finished his set and stood up. “Hm? Oh, yeah. I’m just tired.” I replied. “How’s Rooster?” He asked. “He’s okay. Sleeping a lot. He can finally get his stitches wet today so I know as soon as I walk through the door he’ll be begging for a shower.” Hangman scrunched his face. “Has he not bathed since he came home?” I giggled. “Yes, he has. But it’s been baths and the man showers daily. He’s begged me every night since he came home for a shower.” He nodded. “Why can’t he just take one when he gets up?”

I shook my head. “If the shower gets too hot, which is likely because he loves steaming showers, he can pass out. I’d rather be home so if anything happens I can get to him.” He nodded. “He hasn’t… hasn’t had any nightmares has he?” I shook my head. “No. I hope he never does, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. It was all so traumatic. I’ve been waking up at least twice a night to check on him.” He gave me a small smile. “Worried?” He asked and I nodded. “Worried something will happen in the middle of the night and when I wake up he’ll be dead.” I finished my reps and sat up. “He told me last night that he changed the beneficiary to his life insurance policy. He changed it to me because after what happened he was worried I wouldn’t be taken care of.” I chuckled. “As if that would happen.” Hangman chuckled and agreed. “Well what matters is he’s still here and on the mend.” I nodded as he pulled me into a side hug.

We finished working out and I showered before getting ready in my flight suit. We went through the motions of the day, sitting in lectures, going through simulations and flight training. Finally when the end of the day came, I didn’t bother showering in the locker room and just made my way home. Like I predicted, Rooster was standing in the living room in only his boxers when I got home. “Hi honey.” He seemed tired but happy to see me. “Hi, why are you up?” I asked. “I was waiting on you to get home so I could shower.” He had a large grin on his face. “I figured you would be. Just didn’t expect you to be standing in the living room waiting on me.” I said as I set my bag on the floor. “Have you had a shower yet?” He asked, coming closer and resting his hands on my waist. “I knew you’d ask so I purposefully drove home without one.” He grinned and laced his fingers through mine. “C’mon honey. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He grinned at me as he pulled me upstairs towards our room. He slowly unzipped my flight suit, his lips attached to mine. “Don’t get worked up now.” I told him. “You’re only telling me that because you’re getting worked up.” He said before attaching his lips to the skin just below my ear. “You’re right, I am.” I said as I stepped out of my flight suit. We finished stripping and Rooster got into the shower. The water was warm, but not too hot. Bradley carefully washed his incision and I helped him wash everywhere else. “I never thought a shower could feel so amazing.” He said, standing under the shower head. I smiled, running my hands through his hair, washing out the shampoo. “I’m just glad you feel so good today.” He nodded. “I feel better today than I have since it happened.” I gave him a tight smile. “That’s good.” Bradley lathered my body with soap before helping me wash my own hair. It was quiet, sweet even. When we got out he helped me make dinner and we ate, curled up on the couch. “Bradley?” I asked after we were done eating. I was laying down on the couch, him between my legs with his head on my stomach. “Yeah, pretty girl?” He asked. “I love you, so much.” I said, running my fingers through his curl. He buried his face in my stomach, his mustache tickling my skin as he smiled. “I love you too, pretty girl. So much more than you could imagine.” He said before placing a kiss to my stomach.

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