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#Wednesday mom is off so she will make dinner probably..
you-call-it-a-dude · 19 days
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Call It What You Want Pt. 5
Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4
Summary: it's thanksgiving break and you get to spend some time with Regina. She also meets your family, kinda. And she also comes out to her mom...kinda.
Pairings: Regina George x Fem/Gender Neutral Reader
Warnings: internalized homophobia, mentions of sex, emotions and feelings
Notes: hi! So I know it's been a minute and I really appreciate everyone's patience and continued support with this story. Life just got ridiculous and this chapter is also slightly long lol. I have a bunch of requests that I am going to get started on with the intention of getting those out in the coming weeks. I think something I really struggle with is that I love writing longer stories which can put me behind and I think I need to start learning how to cut things short lol. But thank you so much again and I hope you enjoy.
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"Ugh, I don't want to go." Regina said, stomping around your room.
It was the morning of thanksgiving and Regina may have fibbed to her parents slightly. She told them her final day of classes was Wednesday and since she had a night class she would come out first thing Thursday morning to celebrate thanksgiving.
The fib, or well big fat lie, was that classes ended on Tuesday and Regina spent Tuesday afternoon through Thursday morning with you at your mom's house.
Your mom went to California to celebrate thanksgiving with your brother, so you both took advantage of the opportunity to have alone time in a space other than one of your dorm rooms.
It was really nice, honestly. You cooked dinner for her Tuesday night. She tried to help, but you both discovered that cooking possibly isn't something she was good at when she almost chopped her fingers off slicing bread for garlic bread.
She did provide plenty of support and some distractions through. Whispering flirty things in your ear and wrapping her arms around you while you cooked and plated your meals.
She did promise you that she can make really good breakfast. She ended up making you probably some of the best scrambled eggs you've ever had on Wednesday morning.
You spend Wednesday afternoon walking around downtown Chicago. Regina insisted on paying for Lyfts for the rest of the day because she just straight up refused to take the train downtown and you refused to drive because trying to find parking down there was a fucking hassle.
You looked at the lit up Christmas tree, took her to the water tower mall to shop, and then she treated you to lunch at this really nice place that you probably couldn't afford on a good day, but you still tried to pay her back anyway. She obviously refused.
You came back to your house and you showered together in your huge walk-in shower.
Which, arguably felt like one of the most intimate moments you've shared so far.
You both laughed and bickered your way through the shower. Someone was always hogging the water for too long, or spraying water in someone's face, and you judged the ridiculous amount of conditioner Regina used in her hair and she gave a long spiel about why that was the necessity amount for her.
But it was perfect because none of it was serious. It was all playful and lighthearted and it made you sad that you didn't have any idea of when you would be able to share another moment like this with her again.
You dried off after the shower, both walking around the house in some sort of state of undress. Regina only in your t-shirt and a pair of underwear and you in a pair of boxers and a tank top.
You watched her do her hair and skincare routine, asking her questions about her expensive products that you had never seen before in your life.
She was patient with you, answering all your questions about her stuff. After she finished, she made you sit on the bathroom counter. She pushed your hair back with one of her microfiber headbands, choosing one that had a bow on it and scrunching her nose up at you and calling you cute after she slipped it on you. She rubbed some of her $500 moisturizer on your face, massaging it into your skin and giving you sweet compliments. She finished off your little face massage with a quick kiss to your lips.
She cleaned her hands off and asked you if you felt any difference between your stuff and hers. You nodded, trying not to let on how fancy you felt with this stuff on your face.
You spent Wednesday evening cuddled up on the couch watching 2000s rom-com movies that she deemed absolutely necessary for you to watch.
You wouldn't tell her how much you enjoyed the movies though. You put up too much of a fight to admit you enjoyed them all.
Wednesday night after the movies was spent in your bed. It consisted of sloppy kisses, your head between Regina's legs, and her nails scraping across your back.
It was hot and sexy in the moment, but in her post orgasm clarity, she realized how badly she scratched you up when she saw bruises forming around the scratches and one of them was bleeding.
She swore loudly when she saw them, clearly torn between being concerned and turned on. She made you sit at the edge of your bed while she cleaned them, pressing soft kisses to your back while she did.
You didn't care that she marked you. You wanted people to know you were hers and you'd be happy to let her do it again. You kinda hoped that she would.
The following morning, Regina stomped around the room, packing her bags with an annoyed pout on her face and complaining about how much she didn't want to go back to her parents' house for the holiday.
"Well, you are always welcome to spend it with me. I'll be at my dad and step mom's." You offered.
She paused, thinking it over seriously.
"Ugh, no. I can't. My dad will get so mad." She threw one of your shirts into her bag and you shook your head at her blatant thievery.
"You can come for dessert? Maybe you can even come back here with me after...?" You suggest and she smirked.
"So what you're saying is, you'll need me to bring you back here and that I can't stay with my family? Oooh, maybe I can use you as an excuse."
"Sure, make them hate me before they even meet me." You tease, scrunching your nose at her.
"I'm just saying! I can tell them we travelled together and we need to travel back together."
"You know you're an adult, right?" You point out. "If you don't want to stay, you don't have to."
"It's more complicated than that." She rolled her eyes, catching an attitude with you now.
"Don't get grumpy with me." You say firmly with your eyebrows furrowed and somehow she manages to roll her eyes even harder at you. "Look, if you have to stay then stay. I get it. I'm just letting you know you're invited to my dad's and you're welcome to spend the rest of your break here with me. Okay? No need to get mad at me about it."
"Okay, yeah. Fine."
"Okay, yeah. Fine." You mock playfully, making a face at her and putting your hands on her hips.
"I fucking hate when you do that mocking shit. Grow up." She said, putting all her hygiene products in her bag and shifting her hips out of your grip.
"Good grief. Are you gonna get all closed off and homophobic on me now because you have to spend time with your family?" You say boldly, crossing your arms. She whips her head around to look at you, narrowing her eyes. You swallow thickly and ignore the tingling sensation that look sent between your thighs and focus more on the fact at how mad she looked right now. "S-sorry. I'm sorry. I was just joking, but I am now recognizing I shouldn't have said that." You say quickly, but sincerely.
You really needed to learn that some of your little jokey jokes that may bode over well with your gay friends, might hit a sore spot for your very much closeted girlfriend.
"No, I-you're right. I'm kind of just having a really hard time." She admitted, her tone softening.
"With what, baby?" I ask, brushing some hair behind her ear.
"I don't know. I want to talk about you to my family, you know? I feel like my mom would really like you. I want to tell her so bad, but I'm scared she'll tell my dad."
"You think she would do that?" I ask, cocking my head to the side.
"I don't know. Maybe? She's also just so bad at keeping other people's secrets."
"You don't think she'd keep this one for you? Or that she'd be happy you told her?"
"I don-" she just shrugs, looking up to most likely stop herself from crying. "Part of me thinks she'd be really cool about it. But it's that little sliver of doubt that makes me too scared to say anything."
"Well, if you aren't feeling it, you aren't feeling it. You don't have to come out to anyone if it doesn't feel right. I'm not rushing you." You pat her hip reassuringly and give her a playful pinch. "The offer I made earlier still stands. Dont feel pressured to take me up on it, but it's there if you want it. All you have to do is tell me, okay?"
She just nodded and continued packing her bag. You know she's upset and probably not in the mood for any bullshit, so you kiss her shoulder and walk out of your bedroom to give her some space for a few minutes.
You get a drink from the fridge, fighting the urge to eat something because it's basically against the law to eat anything on thanksgiving before the meal.
She stepped out of your room a few minutes later, her bag over her arm and her sunglasses on. You pout slightly. You knew she was leaving because she had to get ready at her house, but it didn't make you any less sad to see her go.
"Let me know when you get there, please?" You ask, stepping towards her and planting a soft kiss on her lips. She nods and leans in, pulling you in for a deeper one.
"I love you." She mumbles against your lips before deepening the kiss again. You smile against her lips and kiss her once more before pulling away.
"I love you, too." You take her bag from her shoulder and throw it over your own. "Let me walk you to your car."
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You haven't heard from Regina in a few hours now. She let you know what she made it home and sent you a few provocative photos of her getting ready, but otherwise you haven't heard from her since then.
It was almost 4pm and you've been at your dad's for maybe an hour now. Your step-mom's family were also present and they were okay people, but you didn't really know them.
You also didn't know they were coming. Your dad pulled you aside when you came into the house and said it was very last minute and he was upset by it. Not your business, but go off, dad.
You snatched your little sister up from your step-mom and followed your little brother up to their playroom. Too many people you didn't know were asking about what you were doing with your life, who you were dating, what you were studying. You've met these people like four times total.
You released Zoe and let her crawl around with Levi. You sat on the floor against the wall and let them both bring you toys and random shit they wanted you to see or hold. You play wrestled, let them climb on top of you, all around earning big sibling points you hoped.
You took a selfie of you with Levi climbing on your shoulders and Zoe sitting on your lap. It was blurry and all three of you were smiling and laughing in the photo.
Levi requested to see the picture of course, like any curious toddler would. Zoe didn't care, but she looked anyway because her big siblings were.
You sent the photo to Regina, expecting it to go unanswered like your previous messages the last few hours.
'I wish I was there with you'
She responded within about a minute. You frowned reading the message.
'Everything okay?' You respond, unsure if she'll even text back that quickly again. The little bubble with the three dots pops up immediately.
'Yes and no. It's fine.'
You were in the middle of typing up a response when she sends you another message.
'Can I still come over?'
You delete the message you were in the middle of writing to type up a new one.
'To my mom's for the rest of break? Or to my dad's for dessert?'
'Both. I don't want to be in this fucking house any longer than I need to be. I'm an adult, right???'
You smiled and rolled your eyes at her response.
'Yes, of course can. Dessert will probably be around 7. That work?'
She didn't text back, but she responded to your message with a heart so you knew it was most likely fine. You sent her your location so she knew where to go and continued to play with your siblings that had been all but demanding your attention while you responded to Regina.
"Alright, alright." You say, dodging a block that Levi was about two centimeters from smacking you in the face with. "Relax, you little monster." You tease, tickling his little belly and making him break out into a fit of giggles. Zoe looked up at you like she was being left out and you tickled her also, making her laugh.
There was a light knock on the door frame and you looked up to see your dad coming in with a small plate of appetizers, two sippy cups with water for the kids, and then a bottle of water for you.
"It sounded pretty rowdy up here, thought my babies could use some refreshments." He handed Levi his sippy cup and sat down on the floor across from you with his legs crossed.
You rolled your eyes slightly at him still calling you his baby, but you also still found it really cute and wouldn't dare make a comment about it.
Zoe was resting comfortably on your lap and he handed her the drink before giving you your water bottle and holding out the plate of snacks for you to pick off of, stealing a mini quiche for himself in the process of course.
You took a big sip of your water, not even realizing how thirsty you had gotten. You closed the bottle and set it to the side, taking the plate from him and eating the last mini quiche before it got stolen from under you.
"How's it going down there?" You ask him with your mouth a little full, covering it with one of your hands to be not gross.
"It goes, bud. They get on my nerves. What can I say?" He chuckled. "You talk to your mom today?"
"I called her but she didn't answer. Probably too busy with Ricky. You know how it goes." You shrug, sharing a small piece of mozzarella with Zoe that came from one of the mini caprese skewers, smiling at her when she said 'mmm!' "Is that yummy??" You ask her with a smile and she grins up at you while chewing.
"I love when you come by, kiddo. I know these terrors do, too." He said sincerely, ignoring the fact that Levi was wacking his back with a foam sword now and laughing like a maniac.
"Hey, dad, can I ask you something?"
"Of course!" He said, reaching his arm back and snatching that foam sword from Levi. It made the toddler giggle and run off, thinking he was about to get chased.
"Is it okay if my girlfriend comes over for dessert?" Your dad knew you liked girls, but you had never introduced him to any of your past partners before. He waved to Regina that day after the party when she brought you back to get your clothes and she waved back, but that was about it. You don't even think he saw her face.
He perked up and smiled at you.
"Girlfriend?? Of course! That's so exciting, Y/N!" He have your knee a nudge. "Tell me about her."
"Well, her name is Regina. We went to high school together. We didn't really talk much then, but we ended up being neighbors in our dorm and it just worked out." You say with a wide smile on your face. "But, um, she isn't out. To like anyone really, but especially her family. So I don't know how comfortable she would having people know, but I also wanted at least you to know that she was my girlfriend if I was going to invite her." You were nervous and rambling and you really hoped he understood what you were saying.
He nods his head and looks at you slightly concerned.
"I get what you're saying. Unless you indicate in any way that she's comfortable, we don't address it." He says sincerely. "Are you sure you're okay with dating someone like this?" He asks. You know he's coming from a good place, but you hate that people keep asking you this.
"I mean, she won't be in the closet forever." I shrug, picking a piece of lint off Zoe's outfit. "It'll be okay, dad. And if it's not, then at least I gave her a good first experience, right?" You give him a reassuring smile and he reaches over to brush hair from your face.
"I'm glad you turned out to be such a good kid. I know you dealt with a lot of shit as a kid, but you didn't let it ruin you. She can definitely come. I'm excited to meet her." He gave you a genuine smile.
The four of you turned your heads when you heard footsteps approaching. Your step mom, Ginny, came into the room looking exasperated and closed to door behind her softly.
"God, I hate the holidays sometimes." She said, plopping down on one of the rockers in the playroom. "They're driving me nuts. How have things been up here? It got quiet so I came to check on everyone- hi munchkin!" She reached for Zoe who all but launched herself off your lap to crawl to her mom.
You took advantage of your newfound hand freedom and grabbed that plate of appetizers you had set down. Though your freedom was short lived because within about ten seconds Levi threw himself onto your lap and almost sent your plate of appetizers flying.
You set your plate on the floor again and wrapped an arm around his tummy, offering him a pita bread with hummus that he happily accepted.
"Hey, Ginny?"
"Yes, hun?"
"Is it okay with you if I have someone join us for dessert? Dad said yes, but it's your house, too." She smiles at you and nods immediately.
"Of course, Y/N! We have plenty of dessert and I think you need someone your own age to enjoy the rest of the night with, too."
"Psh, I don't know what you mean. I am having so much fun with these two. Couldn't ask for a better holiday." You say truthfully, giving Levi's leg a playful pinch and making him laugh.
"So is this a friend or...?" Ginny asks with a small smirk and you can't help but smile wide. "Ah! I knew it! I knew it!" She said excitedly,
Ginny was about ten years younger than your dad. Smack dab right in the middle between your age and his. She's great and you really do love her. She's been around for many years now at this point and knows you just as much, if not more than your own mom.
"She's my girlfriend." You admit, blushing slightly. "But she isn't out yet, especially to her parents. I don't know how comfortable she's gonna-"
"Say less. I know exactly what you mean. We've got you. If that changes at any point, please tell us. Cause we would love to treat her like your girlfriend if we can. This will definitely stay between us though."
You smiled at her and the three of you sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments. You were watching the kids play and listening to the commotion that Ginny's family was stirring up downstairs.
At some point her mom shouted up the stairs obnoxiously for her that timers were going off and food needed to be pulled out and you all knew your peaceful moment was over.
Your dad and Ginny went downstairs to pull the food and turkey from the oven and you were asked politely if you could please do diaper checks on both of the kids before bringing them down.
Which, honestly, that seemed way better than walking into that mess downstairs.
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Dinner was a little more chaotic than you were used to, but it wasn't totally unbearable. Ginny's parents, aunt and uncle cleared out so they could spend dessert with her cousin and his wife. They complained the whole night about how his wife was more of a baker than a chef.
So apparently that was the reason they sprung this last minute self invite to dinner on them.
Ginny's sister stuck around though, most likely to talk mad shit over a slice a pie and a glass of wine. Which, so valid.
Regina messaged you around 6:30pm that she was ten minutes away and you could feel yourself getting really nervous all of a sudden.
Cause of the whole never bringing anyone home before thing.
She texts you when she's here and asks you to come to her car. You look at the message confused, but excuse yourself from the house and run outside.
She's sitting in her black Volvo, which is surprising to you since she's back home in Evanston. You walk up to her car and open the drivers side door and see her sitting looking...nervous?
"Hey, baby." You say, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. She wraps an arm around your waist and gives you a quick hug. "Everything okay?" You ask, sounding concerned.
"I think I almost came out to my mom." She said, rubbing her hands against her thighs anxiously.
"Almost?" You ask, cocking your head to the side.
"I was in the middle of doing it and my dad came in and I just stopped talking."
You give her a sad smile and squeeze her shoulder.
"I'm so sorry. How do you feel about almost doing it?" You ask, dancing on your toes because you were starting to get cold. "What was the conversation?"
"I was asking her if I could leave and spend the rest of break with a friend. I didn't just want to be cruel and just leave." She was playing with her steering wheel cover. "I could tell she looked kind of upset, but she said it was fine and that she hoped I had fun. I felt bad. Like really bad. So I told her I was spending it with someone I was dating. She just looked so excited." She shook her head and buried her face in her hands and letting out a muffled, dramatic scream into her hands. She looked up again with a straight face. "Then she said tell her about him and I just didn't want to lie. I just felt in that moment I could trust her. All I was able to say was 'well it's not a guy' before my dad busted into the kitchen."
"And then what?"
"I left to come here." She shrugged.
"Babe, you definitely came out to her. You just didn't talk about it after." You say with an awkward chuckle.
"No," she shook her head. "I didn't come out. I didn't tell her enough. She's too goofy to have picked up what I meant." She said, seemingly trying to convince herself.
"Okay, you didn't come out." You affirm, but her phone lighting up over and over in the cup holder of her center console is having you believe that her mom might not be as goofy as she thinks. But you also know Regina can ignore messages like nobody's business when she wants to, so part of you also has a feeling Regina knows that her mom knows, too. "Are you gonna check those...?" You ask cautiously.
"No, I'm not and I think you should mind your fucking business." She said simply while she fixed her makeup.
"Don't start, please." You say softly and you see her tense briefly before relaxing.
"You're right. I'm sorry." She swallows and nods, looking up at you with a pout, her bottom lip quivering. "I'm really sorry." You furrow your eyebrows and cock your head to the side confused, waiting for her to continue. "I don't think I should go inside."
She said it barely above a whisper, but it still felt so fucking loud.
"Don't do this, Regina." You say, shaking your head. "Just come inside." You say calmly.
You can hear what your dad said earlier replaying in your head, about if you were sure you wanted to do this with someone who wasn't out yet and you hated that Regina was sitting here in front of you proving him right.
"I don't-" She just shrugged, looking at you with those sad fucking eyes.
"Look, I know you're scared and it freaks you out. I'm not trying to rush you." You cup her cheek, rubbing your thumb along her cheekbone. "But please just trust me and come inside. If you really hate it, I'll let you leave." You say softly. Your heart was pounding and you swear your hands were shaking.
Shit, you weren't even fucking cold anymore.
Regina was unpredictable and the possibility that she could flee at any moment was always at the back of your mind. Anytime something regarding her sexuality and coming out got involved, you always felt like you were teetering between her fully accepting herself or absolutely destroying you.
She gripped her steering wheel, staring straight ahead. You could tell by the way she was breathing that she was anxious and thinking about what to do.
You wonder if the only reason she hasn't just driven off yet was because you were standing in front of her open car door.
She chewed her top lip, trying to control her breathing through her nose and she nodded slightly. Her thumbs ran across her textured steering wheel cover and she nodded again, this time more confidently.
Like, you could actually tell she was nodding.
"Okay, okay, yeah." She licks her lips and swallows, continuing to nod.
You can tell she's still trying to convince herself, but she said it out loud and that works for now.
"They don't even have to know you're my girlfriend. You can just be my friend." You reassure her and you can visibly see her relax a bit.
She takes a deep breath and pulls her visor down and fixes herself in the mirror again. She slams it up when she's done and within seconds she's moving to get out of the car. The attitude and anxiety gone from her face as if it were never there and you frown at the thought of how good Regina has become playing this version of herself.
She grabbed her phone and her purse, closing and locking her car door and shoving her keys into her bag. She adjusted her outfit nervously and looked over to you.
"Do I look okay?"
"You look so beautiful." You smile, staring at her like she was the most beautiful person you had ever seen.
Well, she was.
She nods and follows you up the rest of the driveway, gripping the back of your shirt until you open the front door.
You walk inside and shut the door behind you both. You take her jacket off and hang it up. You hear some noise coming from the kitchen so you make your way over there first.
Your dad is pulling an assortment of pies from the fridge, Zoe crawling around his feet and him avoiding stepping on her expertly.
"Hey, dad?" You called to him softly when you entered the kitchen to get his attention. He looked up at the both of you and smiled.
"Hey, kiddos."
"This is my friend, Regina." You introduced and you could see the faintest glimmer of sadness on his face before he smiled wide and wiped some whipped cream off his hands on the apron he was wearing.
"So nice to meet you, Regina, Y/N's friend." He said, his hand extended out and stepping over Zoe. "I'm Greg, Y/N's dad."
Regina met him halfway and shook his hand firmly, smiling wide while she did it.
"It's so nice to meet you. Thank you so much for letting me join you so last minute."
"Oh nonsense!" He let go of her hand and waved her off playfully. "We are so happy to have you here." He turned to look to you now. "Y/N, you want to bring Zoe and Regina to the dining room and introduce her to everyone else? I'll handle the pies."
"Sure, dad." You squat on the floor with your arms out. "ZoZo, let's go." She smiles and crawls to you, her hands and knees smacking against the tile floor. You pick her up and toss her slightly, seeing Regina's eyes widen slightly when you catch her and prop her on your hip. "Say hi, Zoe!" You bounced her on your hip in Regina's direction.
"Hi Zoe!" Regina lit up, smiling at her in a way you had never seen before. Zoe looked up at her, taking her in and studying her. She decided after about ten seconds that Regina was a friendly and giggled, throwing herself back in your arms.
She reached a curious hand out to Regina, most likely wanting to get her grubby paws on her earrings but the blonde knew better than to give her access to those. Instead she gave her one of her hands, letting Zoe investigate her painted nails, her rings, and her bracelets.
You could hear your dad shuffling in the kitchen behind you so you knew you had to get out of the way. You pointed your head in the direction of the dining room and began walking. You were essentially pulling Regina along because Zoe was showing zero interest in letting her go.
You walk into the dining room where Ginny, her sister Lucy, and Levi were setting up plates and silverware for dessert.
You introduced Regina to everyone and when she tried to move to shake everyone's hand, Zoe began the makings of a temper tantrum and she stayed put out of panic.
Regina apologized and thanked Ginny for having her and you took this opportunity to hand Zoe to Regina while she was distracted with talking. Zoe went with her willingly, resting her head on Regina's shoulder and fiddling with her rings.
It made your heart want to explode honestly with how cute it was.
Everyone in the room laughed and Ginny made a comment about how it looked like Regina found a friend and she was happy to have her here.
Ginny told you both to take a seat and you pulled out a chair for Regina and Zoe, helping push it in for her.
You pulled out the seat to her right for yourself, but Levi took it upon himself to slide into the seat instead and investigate this new person that both of his siblings are giving attention to.
"Levi, you butt." You say, rolling your eyes and pushing his chair in and taking the seat to Levi's right. He fully ignored you and turned his attention to Regina.
"Hi, look at my dinosaurs." He told her, pulling out three little dinosaurs from his corduroy pants and setting them on the table between them.
"I love dinosaurs." She tells him. "Do you know which dinosaurs those are?" He nods excitedly and sits on his knees, naming them out excitedly and giving her a fun fact about each of them. "See, I didn't know that about any of them. You taught me something new today." She smiled at him and he was practically vibrating with excitement.
He was ready to hop of his chair and get his dinosaur book, but Ginny told him to park it or no dessert.
He started asking her other questions; her favorite animal, her favorite planet, her favorite reptile. She answered all of his silly questions like they were the most important thing in the world to her right now and you swear you could feel yourself somehow falling even more in love with her.
Your dad served the pies, giving everyone small slices of each one to sample (there were four). When he handed you a plate to pass to Regina, he gave you a look and you know it meant that he liked her.
"Y/N, let your friend eat her pie in peace and take the baby from her." He said, after he handed you her plate.
"I was already planning on it, dad." You took the plate and stood up, setting it in front of Regina and snatching Zoe up while she was distracted by the pie. Regina chuckled and Zoe threw herself back in your arms in protest of being taken away from her new friend.
Lucy said she would take her, so you handed her over to her, but her protest turned into a meltdown so she went with Ginny instead who bribed her with pie.
There was quiet conversation over dessert. Your dad and Ginny asked Regina a few questions about herself, but nothing too crazy. How she's liking college, if she's decided on her major yet, and if she did any school activities.
Your dad was very excited to find out she played soccer. They talked about that briefly before moving on to essentially talk shit about Ginny's family.
You and Regina listened in silence, stealing glances and smiles at each other while you both enjoyed your dessert.
Once Levi was done being distracted with his own dessert, he became more talkative and more demanding of both yours and Regina's attention.
Part of you was worried that Regina was going to get annoyed. If she did, she didn't show it. She was entertaining all of Levi's silly questions, laughing at his jokes, and asking questions back to him and listening intently to his answers.
Once dessert was wrapped up, the kids were hyped up on sugar and overtired so you took that as your cue to dip out.
You both said your goodbyes. Your family hugging Regina as if they didn't just meet her a little over an hour ago.
You followed your dad into the kitchen so he could give you leftovers, packing you enough for the two of you since you told him Regina was most likely going to be going back to your mom's with you.
When you came back to the front door with your bag of leftovers, Regina had her jacket on with Levi in her arms and they were making silly faces at each other.
"Ready?" You ask with a smile. Regina nods and sets Levi down and he clings to her leg immediately.
"Can I come?"
"Not this time, hun." Ginny steps in, picking him up to avoid making it awkward for anyone. He crosses his arms and pouts. "They'll just have to come back soon." She smiles and gives him an encouraging jostle.
"Definitely, Levi. We'll be back soon." You pinch his cheek. He perks up and you know he's gonna hold you to that.
You put your own coat on and say one final goodbye before exiting the house. As soon as the door is shut, Regina links your arms together and you both start walking down the driveway.
"They knew, didn't they?" She said with a slight laugh.
"Was their acting that bad?" You ask, turning to look at her to try and gauge her reaction. She was smiling, so at least you knew she wasn't mad.
"No, they were good. They were great." She said, pulling you closer to her. "I saw the look your dad gave you when he was giving you the pie. Your dad also might've overemphasized that I was your friend just a touch." She laughed lightly.
"He tried so hard." You laugh. "I think he was just excited, but also wanted to be respectful of you."
"Excited?" She asked, pulling her keys out of her purse.
"You're the first partner I've had that he's met, technically." You explained, pulling your own keys from your coat pocket.
"I'm really sorry. I feel like I ruined that experience for you." She stopped in front of her car, turning to look at you with soft eyes. She wrapped an arm around your waist.
"No," you say softly, shaking your head. "I wouldn't have had it any other way. It was perfect. You were perfect. Did you have an okay time?" You hold her arm, pulling her closer to you and she leans into you.
"More than okay." She nods, fighting off a smile. "I love you." She whispers, leaning in and kissing you softly.
"I love you, too." You say when she pulls away. "Thank you for coming tonight." You nudge your nose against hers and she smiles.
"I'm glad I did." She presses her forehead against yours before pulling away. "It's fucking cold." She unlocks her car and you open the door for her. You rest your arm on the roof of her car, poking your head into the car slightly.
"I have a nice warm bed and some leftovers with our names on it." You sing, holding up the bag of leftovers.
"Well, fuck, why are you just standing around then?" She laughs, rolling her eyes at you playfully.
"Don't get upset with me, but you know you're gonna have to talk to your mom, right?"
"No, I know." She says softly, nodding in agreement. "I'm gonna call her. I just want to enjoy the rest of tonight with you."
"Okay." You nod, pushing some hair behind her ear. "Follow me back, then?" You say, stepping away from her car. She turns on her car and rolls her window down as you close her door.
"I'll be right on your ass, babe."
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rocketman: part i - it's just my job five days a week
Summary: in which lieutenant commander bradshaw is on a three month special detachment in the pacific and the holidays have never felt lonelier for either of you. it's just three months, it'll be fine, right?
OR you and bradley write each other 159 emails
Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader 11.8k
Warnings: 18+, explicit language, suggestive dialogue, bradley needs to remember this is a government email server...(okay yes, i am perfectly aware that our esteemed lieutenant commander would probably get kicked out of the navy for some of these emails…that being said, i also don’t particularly care! we’re playing fast and loose with the time stamps too because i may be smart, but math has never been a strong suit of mine!) enjoy the companion playlist! rest of the series can be found here!
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12/17 @ 6:19am
I miss you already and I haven’t even left the parking lot. I’m still in my car typing this after having stayed for probably far too long watching your C-40 take off (like people were staring at me I was there so long)(and, yes, I looked up the name of the plane). Pete asked me if I wanted to get breakfast with him, but I said no. Felt too lost. Plus, I need to get ready for work. We’re going to get dinner on Wednesday before I head up to Berkeley Thursday morning, though!
Hope you have a safe transport and settle onboard quickly. I left you something in your duffle bag (yes, it’s safe to open around other people…head out of the gutter, Bradshaw).
Love you and stay safe, x
12/18 @ 5:46pm 
Just dropped off the gifts at the Junior League for Caroline’s adopt a child thing. She was completely in her element (they gave her a clipboard and a bullhorn!), though she did say we went wayyy too over the top. But little Carter asked for all that stuff! We couldn’t just not get it all for him? She also appreciated your wrapping skills, very impressed with the bows and tight corners. I met a couple of her friends there, which was nice and they invited me to stay for drinks (the prosecco was flowing…), but I wanted to head home. 
I miss you so much already, it feels weird not going over to your place after work and making dinner and prepping lunch together - and it’s only been two days. I know you’re on a comms blackout for the next couple days, so I’m just gonna keep sending these so you’ll have a bunch to read all at once.
All my love, x
12/19 @ 11:48am
My brother and Lauren decided to come out here for Christmas after all! My dad was so excited when he called me, but I think Mary’s a little less enthused. Feels like shit knowing we were the backup option for them. Apparently, Lauren’s mom is sick and the whole house is in disarray (not hard in that family…) so my dad is paying for them to fly in from New York tomorrow. I think it’ll be nice, we’ll almost have a full set (baring you, of course, my darling rocketman), so the house won’t be as lonely. Do you think we’ll get to talk on Christmas or Christmas Eve? You should be getting a package soon (‘twas preemptively sent!) and are under strict orders not to open it until Christmas Eve, buddy!
Going to dinner with Pete tonight, I’ll let you know how it goes. Amelia’s coming with us, but I don’t know about Penny? I hope they like the gifts we got them. I’m going to stop by your place, do a once over, and make sure the tree is ready for Pete to take, etc. before I leave on Thursday.
Love you and talk soon! x
12/20 @ 7:03am
House looked good! In my seat on the plane. If my morals were shakier, I would 1000% have taken Max up on his offer to fly me up to Berkeley. But alas! Climate change is real and private jets account for 20x as many carbon emissions as commercial planes, so I am up at the ass-crack of dawn for this 7:15am flight. I’ll message you when I land, love you!
12/20 @ 9:04am
Just landed - easy flight. Now to find my dad in arrivals…
Love you, talk when you get the chance! x
12/23 @ 4:45am
Hey sweetheart! Back online and all settled in. I’m bunking with Payback and we actually have a pretty decent layout. He graciously offered to give me the bottom bunk, due to my ‘geriatric status.’ Honestly, I’m just glad I don’t have to sleep in the bunk room with the ensigns and rest of the crew. I forgot how noisy it is being on an aircraft carrier, which makes Payback’s snoring surprisingly pleasant. I’m glad he and Bob are with me. The rest of this squadron’s from Lemoore and Bob knows some of them. It’s interesting seeing him and Payback fly together, but they mesh really well.
Glad Mav is there to keep an eye on you. 
Okay, I had way too much fun picking out all those presents, so I really hope Carter loves them too. And please tell me you have a picture of Caroline yelling into the bullhorn? I can truly think of nothing scarier than Caroline Calloway ordering the young women of San Diego county around like Santa’s chief elf. And speaking of gifts, I loved my pictures. The one from the Christmas party is my favorite, did Fanboy take it? I saw him running around with his Pentax. When the hell did you have time to print it? I’ve got it hanging up in my bunk so I can see it every night. 
I still don’t understand why you don’t fly into Oakland instead of SFO? Like I get it, you’re not a Spirit or SW girl, but kid….it’s an hour and forty minute flight? Live a little. And I think it’ll be nice having your brother and Lauren around for Christmas. How many people do you think it’ll be? I always loved seeing Christmas Eves with large families in movies and stuff, all the chaos and whatnot? But it’s just gonna be you five Christmas Day? I’ve heard rumblings that I might be first in line for a Facetime on Christmas Eve, so save some time for me too, kid. I’ll let you know for sure in a couple days. 
Okay, think we’re all caught up now. Talk soon and love you so much,
Your Bradley
12/23 @ 9:08am
Bubs! I read your email four times since I woke up, I can’t stop smiling. I’m glad you’re all settled in - Payback’s snoring and ageism aside haha. How’s the food? Do you want earplugs? A sleep mask? Are earplugs allowed for sleeping? What if you need to get up right away and you can’t hear? I could send you a white noise machine? Or is there a fear of hacking with that? I should’ve done more research on this before you left. Tell me if you need anything, I’ll send it out express! Oh, I’m just so happy to hear from you. Keep me posted!
Lots of love, x
12/23 @ 8:53pm
You and me, hot date tomorrow night at 11:45pst - don’t be late. (And look cute.)
Your Bradley
12/23 @ 8:55pm
I’ll be there 😉 Love you, x
12/25 @ 9:56am
Bradley Bradshaw you absolute sneak! How on Earth did you pull a Christmas miracle off!?! Mary said she had no clue, so I’m extremely impressed you got my dad to keep that secret!? I was totally not expecting another present from you? The cooking lessons and apron were more than enough - to say nothing about moving in together!?! I love the bracelet so much, you have no idea. I started crying when I opened it! Mary took a video, which I’m sure she’ll send you. God, Bradley? You didn’t have to do that! It’s perfect, it’s like we’re locked together. I’m gonna wear it everyday. Please email me later if you get the chance! 
(Also, Lauren looked really jealous 😉 my brother was sweating)
Love you and Merry Christmas Rocketman! x
12/25 @ 11:38am
Ummm, not sure what you’re talking about, kid? That sounds like something Santa would do? Probably heard about how good you’ve been this year? x
12/25 @ 11:40am
Thank you, I love it so much and wish I could give you the biggest hug and kiss right now. I’ll have an extra slice of babka for you tonight, talk soon and Merry Christmas, Bradley! Love you x
12/27 @ 4:49am
I miss sleeping next to you. Whenever I can’t sleep, I think about the way you looked at me in the living room after our Christmas party. You looked so happy and I hate that I have to leave you for all our firsts. First Christmas, first New Year’s, first Valentine’s Day. And god, sweetheart, you’re so fucking gorgeous it makes me want to lose my mind sometimes. Always thinking about you, Bradley 
12/27 @ 8:38am
I miss sleeping next to you, too (especially since your body is like a furnace and you hold me close when I get cold). And I know you being away during the holidays is hard, but look at it this way - we’ll just have our firsts next year. Next year will be our first Christmas, first New Year’s, first Valentine’s Day together, not an ocean apart. We have all the time in the world, rocketman. Love you today and every day x
12/29 @ 6:02pm
There’s already so many things I’m dying to tell you and stories about the squadron we’re teaming up with, but the Navy will have my ass if I give away too many details so I’m just going to leave it at this: are we sure Max doesn’t have a twin on another continent? Take that as you will. What’re your plans for New Year’s? Your Bradley
12/30 @ 9:20am
Sorry for the delayed response! A minor issue with my brother and my dad that I won’t bore you with had the whole house in a tizzy. Thankfully, he and Lauren are gone even though my dad still won’t tell me what the issue was? Anyway! God, I wish I could hear more about Max’s twin? I am honestly kind of scared about knowing there’s a Max doppelgänger in the Navy (jokes!). For New Year’s, I’m going to this party with Mary and dad in the city, it’s at this fancy venue and I have a cute black dress! It’s very different for me and I wish you were here to see it! I’ll have to wear it again. Message me when it’s the New Year your time! Love you! x
01/01 @ 12:09am
Happy New Year, sweetheart! They had a little party for the officers - we even got cake and Bob snuck me and Payback seconds somehow. It’s always the quiet ones you gotta look out for. You absolutely need to send me pictures of you in that dress, I can’t wait to see it on you in person someday. Hope you have a great time with your dad and Mary, give them my best. Love you and again Happy New Year! 
Your Bradley
01/01 @ 12:01am
Happy New Year, Bradley!!! You got cake!! You broke some rules! I approve! Milk them for all the cake they’re worth! I’ll send some pics of the three of us and one just for you big boy 😉 Talk soon and love you so so much! x
01/01 @ 10:59am
Had a late start! Here are the pics from last night! Try and sneak some more cake xx
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01/02 @ 6:12am
You know you labeled the pictures wrong…luckily no one was behind me…
01/02 @ 9:04am
Who? Me? I would NEVER! (Just trying to keep you on your toes.) Hope the flying is going well and you’re staying safe, B! Love you!
01/03 @ 8:00pm
Yeah, it’s going well. It’s so different flying on the open ocean after so long? Last time was in September when I went to Hong Kong. The desert is cool, don’t get me wrong, but seeing the clouds and the water together is unreal. The pink and purple clouds remind me of you (sorry, that was lame). You still gotta let me take you up, kid. I’ve heard Mav is trying to convince you, but you gotta let me be the one. Can’t trust just anyone with my girl. Love B
01/04 @ 10:13am
Bradley…he’s practically your father, I’m pretty sure you can trust him to take me up in a plane, you silly boy. Not that I’m saying you won’t be my first…but come on! And it’s not lame. I like that the pink and purple clouds remind you of me. Every time I see a plane I send a little call out for your safety. Gotta keep you safe, rocketman! Talk soon and love you! x
01/06 @ 4:45pm
My parents just dropped me off at the airport and no matter how many times I leave them, I always cry. I think the only time I didn’t cry when I left their house was when you were with me over Thanksgiving. You always make it better, bubs.
They’re coming down in a couple weeks to help me start packing, anything in the house you wouldn’t want them to see while dropping off boxes? I can still bring my old bed, etc for the guest room, right?
All my love, x
01/06 @ 9:58pm
I think I get that, having you around this time makes it different. I’ve never had anyone to really write to while I’ve been away before. Sure, I talked to my grandparents when they were still around and my aunts and uncles, Nat, Ice, and a couple others, but not like this. And I don’t ever want to not feel like this again. 
I’m an open book, kid. Ain’t got nothing to hide. And yeah, anything like that feel free to bring with you for the guest room or office. It was the bed, nightstands, and dresser and then your couch for the office, yeah? We can get new bedding and pillows for it if you want? I’m on comms blackout for a couple days, so message me whenever you want so I can read them all when we’re back online.
Your Bradley
01/06 @ 10:07pm
Perfect! Love you and stay safe, rocketman.
01/06 @ 10:09pm
Love you too, kid.
01/09 @ 6:11pm
Bradley, I don’t mean to alarm you, but there was a raccoon in your garage! Scratch that, a FAMILY of raccoons!??! I’m sure Mr Harrington was ready to call the cops when he heard my scream. They’re so cute, but also terrifying at the same time? So, I called Pete and he came right over, a true knight in shining armor! Amelia and I did a THOROUGH sweep of the house to make sure they were relegated to the garage. Pete got them out safe and sound with a random tennis racket and your 4 iron, but somebody’s coming tomorrow to check on how they got in there. And I know they aren’t hurting anyone, but I just don’t want there to be any issues later on? (The babies were actually so cute and reminded me of my cat growing up, Porter.) Anyway! Enough drama for tonight, I hope that gets a laugh out of you - talk soon!
Love you! x
01/10 @ 8:05am
Well, the exterminator got here around 7:30 and sprayed all this stuff and blocked the hole in the crawl space of the garage. He showed me pictures and let me tell you, there was quite the nest up there. These raccoons were living large over the holidays. 
01/12 @ 5:21pm
Okay! I’m in the parking lot, waiting for my first cooking class to start. Is it weird I’m a little nervous? I hope everyone else’s skill level is similar, I don’t like feeling behind. I brought my new apron, ironed it and everything. I feel a little like Ina Garten, isn’t she just divine? Okay, okay, I’m going in now! I’ll let you know how it goes! Thanks again for getting me these xx
01/12 @ 7:03pm
I feel so tired? Like my hand cramped a little bit? We started off the class with knife skills, which we’re going to do every week and then made this “simple” egg dish, which was NOT simple and I overcooked the egg. Ina would be so disappointed. Alas! Onto next week. Love you!
01/15 @ 9:12pm
Bradley you’re not going to BELIEVE what just happened on Succession. My heart is POUNDING? Do you think if I called and asked really nicely the Navy would get an HBO subscription for everyone? That is what I would like my tax dollars to go towards. Can you get me a direct line to someone in charge please? Love you!
01/16 @ 7:47am
Not to worry my little Barefoot Contessa, I have returned back to civilization (ie the internet), though am dismayed to have missed this mind blowing Succession episode? Has Perry Mason started back up again or will we be able to watch that together? 
Bob and I were in the gym earlier and he almost dropped a dumbbell on my foot, I swear my life flashed before my eyes. But I had a new PR on the bench press today, up to 285 pounds. Glad the cooking lesson went well though! What’s the class makeup like? x Bradley 
01/16 @ 9:04am
I’m glad you’re back online and safe! Perry Mason has not started yet, though I’m still certain you’re the only person under the age of 55 that watches it (I guess I should say we’re the only people under the age of 55 that watch it, but whatever). You’ve also missed a couple Top Chef episodes, but we can always binge this season later. 
There’s about 12 of us in the class and it’s pretty evenly split? Though there’s tragically this really annoying couple who were at the station next to me. I hope we get to change next week, I don’t think I can watch them feed each other food another week. 
And I’m still waiting for that direct line to the Navy, Bradshaw! Love you! x
01/1 6 @ 6:59pm
Wait, wait, how did I miss there? There was a WHAT in my garage? A raccoon? Multiple raccoons? We need to get a dog or a cat or something. x Bradley 
01/18 @ 7:02am
Bradley!! I know we talked about a trip once you got home (provided you still feel up for it with the transition and all), what if we went here? I was talking about our tentative plans with my dad and Mary before I went back to San Diego and they went to Punta Mita this past fall and LOVED it! What do you think? Love you!
01/18 @ 6:03pm
Holy shit! That looks absolutely amazing, yes I’d love to go! Can we afford that though? It looks expensive? xBradley
01/18 @ 6:05pm
YAY!! Ahh, I’m so excited you have no idea! I want to hug and kiss you so bad right now! We can fly for free since I have a bunch of AA points (thank you pwc) and then I have like a million Amex points, so it’s not full price!! 
01/18 @ 6:12pm
When you say ‘like a million’ do you actually mean a million or?
01/18 @ 6:14pm
Yes! I’ve had this card for like 15 years! My whole family does the pooling on it! It’s a drop in the bucket, promise! Plus, I always use my other card for work and that has a whole bunch of Bonvoy points on it, too. We could stay at one of those? I think there’s a St Regis next door?
01/18 @ 6:22pm
Sweetheart, I want to go, I just don’t want you to waste all those points on this. 
01/18 @ 6:26pm
What if we go for 6 nights instead of 9? Maybe no plunge pool? Or we could pay cash instead? And then I could get 6x the points from paying that way? So, really….the points just keep accumulating, we’ve got to use them sometime! The points can pay for the flights and the hotel and then we can split the room charges and incidentals 50:50?
Will you think about it? You don’t have to give me an answer right away and we can always pick another hotel? But if we want to go someplace in late March/early April, I think we should book soon with spring break and all? Not that I imagine many coeds will be staying at the Four Seasons, but you never know…
01/18 @ 6:33pm
You gotta send me a ppt on all this points stuff, you know math stresses me out. And no, I don’t think many coeds will be staying at the Four Seasons, kid. 
01/18 @ 6:37pm
Can I send you a dossier with everything!?! Even if you say no to that I’m doing it anyway ;) just promise me you’ll think about it, please? I’ll do whatever you want, Bradley <3
01/18 @ 6:40pm
Yes, please send the dossier my way henceforth, Moneypenny. 
And you’ll do whatever I want, huh? Might have to send you a dossier of my own now…
(But yes, I promise I’ll seriously consider everything. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to spend all this money to make me happy. I’d say we’d both be happy camping out on the beach, but I think that might be a security issue down there, plus neither of us like camping - anyway, you know what I mean.)
01/18 @ 6:43pm
Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw!! Is this a dossier for my eyes only? What will M say!? I’ll send you mine if you send me yours?
(But seriously, thank you! I’ll send you more specifics tomorrow - like pricing and whatnot - and you can take a couple days to think it over. And thank you for clarifying the camping thing, I was worried for a second there.)
I love you so much rocketman and we’ll talk (email) tomorrow 
x Moneypenny 
01/18 @ 6:46pm
I’d say ‘sleep tight,’ but that’s a given considering you haven’t been fucked in a couple weeks. 
(Perfect, I genuinely am really excited about it, just want to make sure it works out for us both.)
Love you so much, kid 
Your Bradley
01/18 @ 6:58pm
Bradley Bradshaw!! You did not just say that over a government email server! 
Imissyourcocksobadlyit’sdrivingmeinsane
01/18 @ 7:01pm
Couldn’t help it. Plus, we both know it’s true. 
01/18 @ 7:04pm
Oh, shut up. Shut me up
01/18 @ 11:43pm
I’m sorry if I came off too strong about planning earlier, I might’ve gotten a little carried away and been a little too eager about planning something five days after you’re home from a three month detachment. If at any time before you come home or even right after you come home you don’t feel up to the trip, please please please tell me. I want to do something nice for you and give you a chance to truly relax, but I’d hate for it to come at a price. So, just let me know, okay? Say the word and we’ll push it, alright? I don’t exactly know what you’re going through, but tell me if it’s ever too much. I’ll always be here, promise. Love you x
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01/19 @ 8:29am
Kid, no. I promise I’ll tell you. You know I love how excited you get planning things. I think I like it so much because you take care of it all. Sure, you ask for my opinion and what I want, but I just have to tell you one thing, one idea and you take care of it. 
Funny though, isn’t it? How it’s totally opposite in the other side of our relationship? You tell me one thing, one idea and I take care of all of it? Bet it’s hard for you not having someone around to do that for you? Maybe next time we Facetime we can talk more about that? x B
01/19 @ 10:11am
Luckily, I have a very creative imagination, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw. 
See right now, I’m in my office, sitting at my desk, feeling so overwhelmed. It almost hurts how overwhelmed and frustrated I am. And you bust down the door, hair windswept like you’d flown to Del Mar, and you have that slutty flight suit on and I don’t even mind that you’re sweaty and gross. You smell absolutely divine and I rake my hands through your hair as you eat me out underneath my glass desk. I get a conference call, but you don’t stop the entire time. You like how squirmy and fussy I get, I can’t focus on the deliverable I’m working on for the client. You like that I can’t control myself, that I squeeze my thighs around your head. Eventually, you can’t take it anymore, your cock is aching so badly, and you need to fuck me on top of my desk. You’re so strong it almost breaks. You fuck me so good everyone in the office can hear me crying out for you. 
(actually, I’m on the couch, watching college football, but it’s more fun to imagine you fucking me in my office - see, creative imagination! Make sure you get a quiet room for that Facetime...)
Love x
01/19 @ 7:29pm
You think you’re funny, huh? You have any more of those thoughts, feel free to send them my way. ‘m taking out that picture you gave me for Christmas right now. How you taking care of yourself? My imagination isn’t as creative as yours. B
01/19 @ 7:40pm
Guess you’ll have to wait for our next Facetime…
x
01/20 @ 4:24pm
Your dad and Mary write me emails, you know. They aren’t as good correspondents as you are (for how could they possibly be, my dear?), but they check in about once a week or so. Mary sends me some of the articles she gives her students and talks about the show she’s watching with your dad. Your dad mainly talks about you. It makes me wish my parents were still around to do this stuff with me. Just checking in and writing emails and bragging about me to my girlfriend? How was yesterday’s class?
Your Bradley
01/20 @ 5:39m
I didn’t know they wrote you that often and I’m beyond embarrassed that my dad talks about me that much? But come on, Bradley…you have someone who does that, too? He’s about 5’8” (on a good day), looks great in a leather jacket, and just spent about two hours last weekend cleaning your gutters and telling me about how you won your high school’s debate scholarship?? Like how could you not tell me that? It’s literally one of the hottest things I’ve heard about you!
Class was good! They taught us a trick to cut onions without crying and one of the other girls complimented my apron! We’re doing meats next week, cutting, marinating, cooking, etc. and I’m excited!
01/20 @ 5:42pm
Oh gee, I bet it’s just awful for you to have Mav around all the time. Knight in shining armor…
01/20 @ 5:48pm
He’s not a bother! And it’s not all the time! We’re actually going to get lunch together on Saturday! It’s this new place on the water.
01/20 @ 5:50pm
Sounds like a cute little date! You’ll have to tell me how he is. Love you so much B
01/20 @ 5:55pm
I’ll keep ya posted, bubs! Love you!
01/22 @ 10:01am
Breaking news, kid. Your esteemed, naval aviator boyfriend is going to be on 60 Minutes at the end of February. Totally came out of left field, but I couldn’t say anything until they finished filming. It’s about the Navy in the Pacific and “the lost art of shipbuilding.” They even rigged up a camera on my plane and everything, it was so cool. I’ve been dying to tell you, but again couldn’t say anything until it was official. I probably won’t be on it long since they interviewed the Admiral and Pac Fleet Commander for most of it, but yeah, Payback and Bob and I will be on with my girl Norah. I made sure I had enough sunscreen on so I was camera ready at all times. Love you B
01/22 @ 10:09am
YOU’RE FUCKING SHITTING ME????? Oh my god, Bradley! That’s amazing! Margie even ran into my office to see what made me shriek! I am TOTALLY having a viewing party! Oh my god, how do you think it went? Did they get your good side? What about hair and makeup? I know you get helmet hair, bubs. 
Seriously, so so excited and proud of you, Bradley! I’m going to make my dad and Mary come down for it! She doesn’t teach on Mondays, so this is perfect for them to stay over Sunday night! But now don’t go letting all that fame get to your head, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw 😉 Love you so much x
01/24 @ 12:17pm
Rocketman - 
I was sitting at my desk earlier and listening to some music before my 12:30 meeting and Elton John’s Rocket Man popped up on my shuffle. Obviously, as you are my rocketman, I always think of you whenever I hear it, but today the lyrics really scratched that special part of my brain, so I did a deep dive into the song’s origins. 
Please note, I’m including this time in my billable hours to the client (re. you). My findings are as follows:
Bernie Taupin was inspired by a Ray Bradbury story written in 1951 titled ‘The Rocket Man’ - not drugs as the urban legend states! Drugs! Imagine!
Bradbury’s ‘The Rocket Man’ was first published in Maclean’s, a weekly Canadian magazine, before it was published in the short story collection ‘The Illustrated Man’ that same year
‘The Illustrated Man’ later was made into a film, though ‘The Rocket Man’ story was notably absent
Some of more popular and renowned stories from the collection include ‘The Veldt’ and ‘The Long Rain,’ the latter of which is commonly read in high school honors English
Was client in honors English? Please confirm in follow up correspondence
Client has mentioned extensive library resources at disposal - perhaps he can check this collection out on his next visit? But for now, an executive summary has been provided:
With space travel more commonplace in society, Doug’s father, an astronaut, is sent on frequent, three- month journeys into space
Despite missing his dad, Doug also longs to be a Rocket Man, though his mother frequently prevails on Doug to beg his father to stay on Earth and be with the family
“What’s it like, out in space?” Mother shot me a frightened glance. It was too late. Dad stood there for a full half minute trying to find an answer, then he shrugged.“It’s the best thing in a lifetime of best things.” Then he caught himself. “Oh, it’s really nothing at all. Routine. You wouldn’t like it.” He looked at me, apprehensively. “But you always go back.” “Habit.”
The father finds that his work is ruining his life, but the draw of the stars is too great: "You don’t know what it is. Every time I’m out there I think, if I ever get back to Earth I’ll stay there; I’ll never go out again. But I got out, and I guess I’ll always go out.”
Even while on vacation with the family, having Thanksgiving dinner, or sitting on the back porch, the father’s eyes are always on the sky…
Doug’s father begs him to not be like him, to not be a rocket man, but what happens when his father goes on one last journey to the stars?
Through much reflection, I have decided that ‘The Rocket Man’ was written about you - and your mom and your dad and me and on and on until there is no longer a need for Rocket Men - or the rocket man simply stops and breaks the cycle
You are both the Rocket Man and the little boy, forever waiting for his father to come home from space
The allure of flying, of being a ‘rocket man,’ is both too great and too sad for you to ignore
None of this is to say the rocket man is selfish, no. He simply cannot resist the temptation. He knows nothing other than the thrill and peace of being amongst the stars
And his mother shielding Doug from the sun at the end is like your mom asking Mav to pull your papers, she does it to save him, but it cannot keep him from becoming his father
Needless to say - I had to postpone my 12:30 meeting until tomorrow as my eyes were far too puffy and any word I tried to say felt like cotton in my mouth.
I miss you and I love you - your ‘Lilly’  
01/24 @ 8:22pm
Fuck - I love you so much. My clever girl.
01/24 @ 8:28pm
I pour my heart out to you and that’s all you have to say, rocketman? ‘Fuck - I love you so much’
(of course, I also love you so much, my clever boy.)
01/24 @ 8:30pm
Darling - it’s going to take me a little longer to come up with any commentary you deem appropriate, so for the sake of time, yes. I gotta read this story in full. I’ll be at the library at my earliest convenience. ‘The client’ will send an annotated copy with his notes henceforth.
01/24 @ 8:32pm
Of course, sweet boy. Goodnight, I love you so much. x
01/25 @ 11:44am
As promised, my darling girl. Love you.
[b.bradshaw_the rocket man_final paper.pdf]
01/25 @ 7:14pm
Oh Bradley! I love you so much, rocketman. Yes, I couldn’t have said it better. Yours x
01/26 @ 10:39am
Bradley! They’re sending me to London in February for two weeks! I even get a swanky corporate apartment for the stay. I wish you could come with me - even if it was just for a long weekend? We could go to all my favorite restaurants and afternoon tea and for walks in all the parks. One day it’ll work out! 
But tragedy of all tragedies! I just realized I’m going to miss a couple cooking lessons when I’m in London! I already emailed the instructor before today’s class and she said there’s other classes throughout the week that are behind us, so I can make it up with them! Ahhh I’m so excited! Talk soon, love you!
01/26 @ 11:13pm
I didn’t realize how nervous I was about the trip until I went to bed tonight. It’ll be my first trip abroad since I got my promotion in November. Plus, it’s a completely different client than my last trip abroad and I’ve only met one person on this new London team before. Sometimes I go into these meetings and still feel like a little kid? I’m always the youngest person in the room and normally the only woman and on one hand, that’s cool? But sometimes I feel like someone’s daughter instead of their colleague? Like these guys are my dad’s age? And they’re actually supposed to listen to what I have to say about their company? Do you ever feel like that? Like you don’t really belong, despite knowing you’ve earned your place? I wish you were beside me right now. My bed feels way too big tonight. Love you.
01/27 @ 7:48am
Sweetheart! I am so unbelievably proud of you! That’s amazing! You gotta celebrate, go out to dinner with Caro and Darcy, maybe even Nat! I know you’ve been working so hard these last couple of weeks, you absolutely deserve this. I can’t say I know exactly what you’re going through, but yes. I have absolutely felt like I haven’t belonged or deserved something despite having ‘checked off all the boxes.’ I felt that way when I got promoted to LC and when I got that award in October. Everytime I see it on my uniform, I feel a bit like a faker? Like do I really deserve this? But then I remember the way you smiled at me when I got back to my seat that night and how proud of me you were and I think maybe I do deserve it? Plus, I also think of how goddamn gorgeous you looked all fucked out later that night. 
And please note, I would happily slip into bed alongside you, especially since my bed feels way too small tonight. Love you, Bradley
01/27 @ 10:56am
Thank you for earlier. I don’t know, sometimes I just feel like I’m just too soft for all of this? Like I’m always trying to prove something to everyone and I get a little lost. Tell me something good? x
01/27 @ 7:01pm
How about this? Every time I go up in the sky and see the way the sun hits the clouds, I think of you. I’ve never wanted to be with someone as much as I want to be with you. I love you so much, kid
Your Bradley 
01/27 @ 7:06pm
Sometimes I can’t believe we love each other this much, it feels like a dream  x
01/27 @ 7:11pm
I can. Your Bradley 
01/30 @ 7:08am
i slept in one of your shirts last night. it doesn’t smell like you anymore, but it feels like you: soft and safe and warm x
01/30 @ 7:23am
Well I spray my pillowcase with your perfume whenever I miss you so I guess we’re even
Your Bradley
ps - can you send me another bottle?
01/30 @ 7:34am
You’re already out? What sort of illicit behavior are you engaging in with that perfume bottle? 
01/30 @ 10:33pm
I burrow my face in my pillow so I can smell it while I fist my cock, why? What’d you have in mind?
01/30 @ 10:37pm
How does that work though? Like genuinely? Do you jack off with Rueben in the top bunk? Or wait till he’s in the gym? I’ve been curious about this for a while now. What about the showers? Is it like an open floor plan thing? Or are there stalls? Is there a Zillow listing for this aircraft carrier?
01/30 @ 10:41pm
Now why would I ruin the mystery? 
01/30 @ 10:43pm
Bradley!!!!
01/30 @ 10:44pm
Atta girl, that’s the spirit! Love you 
02/02 @ 6:30pm
I am so sick of going to the gym. It seems like it’s all Payback and I do lately. We got this new workout regime that’s been killing me - don’t say it’s because I’m old. Though, I have been using my Theragun. Payback does my back if I do his in return. It was only awkward the first time he turned it on too hard and yelped (please tell everyone that). 
02/02 @ 6:46pm
Oh, so you and Rueben Theragun each other, huh? Say more Lieutenant Commander!
02/04 @ 2:45pm
Going to Pete and Penny’s in a bit to watch the Super Bowl! Max is at the game, apparently his golf buddy Jimmy G hooked him up, though he neglected to bring me or Caroline. I feel like you would’ve been his first choice, so take that as a compliment I suppose. Do you guys do anything onboard for it? I have $350 on the 49ers winning by 3. Have a lovely day my darling boy x
02/04 @ 9:30pm
Guess who’s as snug as a bug on a rug in her bed AND $1400 dollars richer? That would be me! When you get home we’re going to Juniper and Ivy, my treat, bubs! x
02/06 @ 4:57am
Awww sweetheart are you gonna sugar mama me again? 
02/06 @ 7:03am
You do know the only reason you’re getting away with that is because there’s an ocean between us, right? 
02/06 @ 6:00pm
Sorry, couldn’t resist! Love you! B
02/06 @ 6:10pm
You’re lucky I love you so much. x
02/08 @ 9:58pm
Can you imagine if I was gone for 20 years?
02/08 @ 10:11pm
Bradley that’s not funny 
02/08 @ 10:13pm
It’s not supposed to be. I’m reading the Odyssey and it got me thinking. 
02/08 @ 10:16pm
Bradley I love you something awful, but you are such an old man sometimes. 
Are you going through some sort of midlife crisis reading the Odyssey while you’re at sea?? Is the Old Man and the Sea next?
(ps i love the thought of you reading in your bunk in your spare time and being so struck by something composed thousands of years ago that you have to email me)
02/08 @ 10:20pm
They wait 20 years to get back to each other - practically half their lives. They miss so many things and barely knew each other before he left, but they’re still so - I don’t even know? They’re just so intent on getting back to the other in Odysseus’s case? While Penelope makes sure there’s something for him to come back to? And I must’ve read this stanza ten times before I had to email you: 
"...the gods cast me upon Ogygia, Calypso's island, home of the dangerous sea nymph with glossy braids, and the goddess took me in in all her kindness, welcomed me warmly, cherished me, even vowed to make me immortal, ageless, all my days - but she never won the heart inside me, never" 
And I know it’s not a perfect comparison or parallel, but I read that last bit and I couldn’t help but think of you? And how you’re the one who won my heart and it’s always going to be that way. Whether I see you in twenty seconds or twenty years.
02/08 @ 10:23pm
You’d come home to me whether it took twenty seconds or twenty years. You’d come home to me and I’d know you anywhere. I love you so much. 
02/08 @ 10:58pm
“Now help me, please, to get back home, and quickly! I miss my family. I have been gone so long it hurts.” 
Your Bradley
02/09 @ 7:03pm
At the airport for London! Taking off! And I may or may not have used points to upgrade to a Club World seat…but like? It’s a nonstop flight, so it’s okay, right? Work’s already paying for business class? It’s points from my work card? It’ll be fine, right?
I had to take an ativan in the lounge. I just hate that I still get so nervous whenever I fly long distance? I fly all the time, I shouldn’t be like this? You know, one time, I pretended you were flying my plane. I know it’s kind of dumb and silly and a completely different type of plane, but it made me feel better because you’d never let anything happen to me. 
Anyway, we’re book buddies!! I went to the bookstore a couple days ago and got a copy! I read the Odyssey back in high school, but forgot so much. I was reading in the lounge and this part made me think of you:
“...this lovely house, my marriage home, so full of wealth and life, which I suppose I will remember even in my dreams.”
I’ll text you when I land my darling boy, love you x
02/10 @ 6:02am
You gotta squeeze every last bit of your per diem out of pwc. You’ve been working way too hard lately. Fuck it, on the way home just put the upgrade on your work card or put it on mine. Have a safe (rest of your) flight - maybe one day you’ll let me take you up. Love Bradley 
02/10 @ 10:08am
Just landed and on my way to the office (already…)
I thought of you as I read and stared out the window on the plane. I could pretend I’m flying towards you, rather than further away. I can’t imagine how you feel doing this everyday, but I imagine it’s like feeling limitless, like everything is in front of you, there for the taking. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you take me up one day. 
I’ll keep you posted on how everything’s going if you do the same. All my love x
02/12 @ 5:49am
How’s it going, kid? They working you too hard? You’re in London! Try to enjoy it, you deserve it. One of the guys I’m with gave me a restaurant recommendation for you, said the drinks were amazing, his wife loved it. Do something fun while you’re there! And send me some pictures dammit!
Love you, 
Bradley 
02/12 @ 8:22am
Bradley! It’s been so so crazy here! I feel like I haven’t stopped since I landed. My ‘flat’ is so cute and right by the client’s offices, so it’s an easy commute. I feel so professional taking the Tube places too! It’s one thing I’d like us to have in San Diego as opposed to all the traffic. Also, it’s CHILLY here and I’m so glad I dug my big coat out of storage. I’ll try and check the restaurant out this weekend, I’m gonna sneak in a trip to the Tate, too. I’ve always wanted to see the Turners. Talk soon and love you bunches! x 
02/14 @ 9:54am
Bradley Bradshaw! You absolute SAP! HOW!?! Did you conspire with my dad again? Thank you for the flowers! I’m going to have the biggest smile on my face all day. I love you and hope this is the first of a lifetime of Valentine’s Days together. Always x 
02/14 @ 7:33pm
Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, kid. I’m not gonna lie, I gave your dad very specific instructions for the bouquet (I was going to ask Max, but he’d probably swap it for something ugly and cheap and keep the change…kidding (not)), so I’m glad they turned out well. It was a very big day on board today: we got special red heart cookies for the holiday. The mood was infectious, I can still taste the sprinkles. Maybe you could cook for me on our next Facetime? Have you learned anything good in class lately? It doesn’t have to be fancy, just wanna see you (and maybe also live vicariously through whatever you’re making).  
02/14 @ 7:33pm
Bradley! I think I can swing that for you, when do you think our next call will be? 
02/16 @ 3:18pm
Kid, you spoil me. This package is amazing, I don’t know where to start (just kidding it’s with the Cadbury chocolate and the Sudocrem as my burnt shoulders thank you), but everything is wonderful, thank you. I love hearing about London and seeing the pictures you sent last time. But I do have one complaint…you’re not in any of the pictures, kid, and that’s truly egregious. (Think we won’t be able to Facetime for a while, I gave Payback my slot the other day.)
02/16 @ 3:23pm
That’s not true! I’m in the one in front of the Tate!
02/16 @ 3:25pm
Yeah, but I can’t see you under all those layers! Just want to see your face. It’s been way too long since our last Facetime.
02/16 @ 9:52pm
As requested, Lieutenant Commander. I had one of the girls in the London office take this at dinner tonight. She really did wonders with the lighting and even managed to get my sidecar in the pic! x Love you
02/17 @ 6:55am
You look pretty. New dress? B
02/17 @ 7:17am
Maybe…it was on sale, couldn’t resist. But you’re gonna hate me because all of my clothes are very much not going to fit in your closet. Also, I bought you a new jacket and some socks. x
02/17 @ 7:20am
Ehhh I’m not too worried about the closet thing. But if you keep buying me clothes we might have a problem.
02/17 @ 7:24am
It’s so cute though!! You’re going to look so handsome in it! I got the green one for you!
02/17 @ 7:29am
Okay, admittedly a very nice jacket, thank you. But you are aware that we live in San Diego…
02/17 @ 7:31am
I am aware of that fact, LC Bradshaw. You can wear it when we visit my parents. Hell, I had to get my coat out of my storage closet for this trip. 
02/17 @ 6:53pm
Sighhhhh you raise a good point. Alright, alright, thank you for the jacket and socks my darling girl. What’d you have for dinner last night? We had chicken with these absolutely awful biscuits, tasted like saw dust, my stomach was growling for some more of that Cadbury chocolate (yes, Payback and I ate all of it already, though it was mainly Payback) for hours afterward. 
02/17 @ 6:59pm
Oh my sweet boy! Who do I need to call about your meal plan? Give me the number and I’ll call the Navy up right now. And I had scallops with truffle risotto. It was delicious. Wanted to lick the bowl clean. Love you bubs x
02/19 @ 10:22pm
Bubs, I cannot eat another meal out. I feel like I’m going to burst. I’ve gone to so many work dinners and lunches even before coming here, it almost makes me feel like a glutton. 
I miss you and your cooking (though I’ll have you know that my skills were vastly improving before my trip abroad!) and you standing behind me at the counter while I try to perfectly cut peppers. Sometimes I do it wrong on purpose so you’ll put your arms around me and I can feel the rumble of your voice. Would we call that weaponized incompetence? You better be ready for some Michelin Star meals when you get home, buddy. I just can’t wait to be home with you and roll over next to you in the morning and to tell you to stop snoring and that the battery in the smoke detector needs to be changed. I can’t wait to be home with you and make a life with you. I’m going to be really sappy now, but let me have this because I was reading this poem the other day and thought of you. 
“I am supposed to be touched. I can’t wait to find the person who will come into the kitchen just to smell my neck and get behind me and hug me and breathe me in and make me turn around and make me kiss his face and put my hands in his hair even with my soapy dishwater drips. I am a lovely woman. Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?” (x)
Only a month until you’re home with me, I hope you’re hungry. 
All my love x
02/20 @ 4:50am
It’s only weaponized incompetence if the other person minds. I, however, do not mind. I loved that quote you sent me, going to be thinking about that one for a long time. I hate to tell you this, but I’m gonna be offline for a couple days. I hate that it’s at the end of your trip, but please please message me when you’re leaving/taking off and again when you land, you know I worry. Love you and am so unbelievably proud of you, kid! You killed it in London. Your Bradley
02/20 @ 7:03am
That’s okay, I totally understand. I’ll give you all the details on our next Facetime. In the meantime, I message you when I leave. Stay safe and love you, Bradley! x
02/23 @ 3:45pm
Taking off soon! I got an upgrade again, thankfully! And I made sure to put your new coat in my carry on - I don’t trust British Airways not to lose it! Taking an ativan again so hopefully I’ll sleep the entire flight - love you and talk soon!
02/24 @ 10:33pm
Just landed, slept through….90% of the flight! Apparently, there was bad turbulence, so probably for the best. Now, I know you would never have me deal with that my darling rocketman! Talk later - love you! x
02/25 @ 7:09pm
Feels kind of weird being back? I can’t quite get back into my routine. I’m not sure if it’s jet lag or something else? Feeling a little lost? x
02/26 @ 7:55pm
Bradley!!! You were so good, I’m so so proud of you! Max had everyone over at his place for us to watch you! We have quite the party here including my parents, Pete, Penny and Amelia, Natasha, Mickey and Cielo, Caroline, and Darcy. I’ll have to tell you about the parents meeting later. I wish you had been here for it, they took to each other like bees to honey. 
You looked tragically handsome, I practically had to hold back a moan when you were standing on the flight deck talking to Norah O’Donnell (is she as nice in person as she is on TV?). God, I want to ravish you, you sounded so fucking smart. You know like half the country is going to be in love with you now, right? I’ve got to get back to everyone, Max ordered dinner for us afterwards, but I had to email you as soon as you finished!
Just wanted to let you know how proud of you I am and how much I love you x
02/27 @ 5:09am
Thanks, kid. Sorry it took me a bit to respond, things have been getting a bit crazy, you know, now that I’m a celebrity and all? We’re winding down this training, so the next couple weeks are gonna be full of debriefs and paperwork, which means I should have a more stable schedule. Love you B
02/28 @ 11:48pm
Sometimes I wonder if you were here what would you do? Hold me? Love me? I never feel small except when I’m in your arms. x
02/29 @ 11:48pm
Some nights in bed, if I try really hard, I can imagine I’m laying down next to you. And it makes everything just a little easier. Bradley
03/01 @ 12:56am
I haven’t taken anything besides my fingers in months. You’re going to stretch me out so well when you get home. 
03/01 @ 7:19pm
And I’m gonna mark your ass pink for that comment. I can’t believe you sent that in the middle of the day. You getting yourself off at work? Dirty girl. 
03/01 @ 9:41pm
Never feels as good as when you do it. 
03/01 @ 10:01pm
And my hands pale in comparison to your pretty little cunt. You know that first time we slept together you were so fucking tight, I knew you hadn’t had a good fuck in ages. It gonna be like that again when I come home?
03/01 @ 10:05pm
Where are you going to have me first?
03/01 @ 10:06pm
In our bed, in our house, after you make me dinner in our kitchen. 
03/01 @ 10:09pm
Just over two weeks now, I can’t wait to see you. x
03/03 @ 5:55am
How you holding up, kid? You doing a little better this week work wise? Try and log off around 5 if you can. Don’t want you getting all worn down on me. 
They had us doing these war games yesterday that made me think of you. You would’ve walked circles around some of these other guys I swear. Think I can get a Facetime for us in a couple days? Probably will be our last one before I come home. Love you, B
03/03 @ 7:12am
Bradley! That's the best news I’ve had in ages! I can’t wait to see you! Definitely felt a little lost after coming back from London, but I hope my rut will be over soon? Tying things up with a client is always so lengthy and tedious. 
War games! ‘Would you like to play a game?’ I’d ask if you won, but no one ever wins in the art of war 😉Love you!
03/05 @ 8:54pm
So, here’s a new one. My mom called? She’s going to be stateside and wants to get lunch tomorrow. Could’ve done with a bit more warning, but apparently, she has a layover in San Diego on her way to New York to see my brother? I didn’t even know she was going to see him? I don’t even know if I want to see her? It’s funny, I can already tell you exactly how it’ll play out:
We’ll go to lunch at some sort of vegan restaurant, probably Donna Jean
She’ll make me pay
She’ll try to get me to use some sort of herb to promote weight loss since I’m looking a bit “pudgy” around the face
Though she’ll forget to ask about you, she’ll tell me about her latest string of failed relationships with bartenders and surf instructors in Canggu. Or is it Ubud? I genuinely don’t remember, she started in Ubud, but honestly my knowledge of Balinese geography is rudimentary at best 
She’ll ask how ‘that woman’ is doing as if Mary is just the woman my dad is seeing, not the woman who raised me and my brother
And finally, she’ll ask for money though betting is still open as to what for!
So, what do you say? Wanna put a wager on it? Your terms.
Love you! x
03/06 @ 6:30am
$100 she orders the caesar and makes you pay. I’m not even going to entertain the third parlay, pretty girl. Oddly feeling like she’s got a winner on her hands so yes she’ll talk about her new paramour. Does she really call Mary ‘that woman?’ And yes, without a question, she will ask you for money.
Your move my gorgeous girl,
Bradley
03/06 @ 7:49pm
I really wish you were here right now. She doesn’t even know me, but she somehow always manages to make me feel small. 
Caesar - no croutons 
I paid
Pudgy and frumpy, but she was hawking shakes not herbs
Failed relationship? No, she’s actually GETTING MARRIED
She did not ask about you much other than to say I need to watch my figure for you (see bullet point no. 3)
Mary was called ‘that woman’ six times before I stopped counting
She asked for money as a wedding present 
So, you didn’t get them all, but not a bad showing. Love you. Talk tomorrow on Facetime. x
03/07 @ 6:09am
God kid, I’m so sorry. She doesn’t know what she’s missing. Actually, I don’t even think she deserves to know what she’s missing. Did you talk to your dad or Mary about it? I know we’re talking later, but I just wanted you to have a message from me before you start your day. What’re you wearing to the office tomorrow? Have you worn that polka dot dress with the bow lately? You know it’s one of my favorites and that I always love unwrapping it when you get home from the office. 
Can’t wait to see you tonight. All my love, Bradley
03/07 @ 9:55am
The dress doesn’t fit. My mom was right, I shouldn’t have gotten the french toast.
I’m planning on talking to dad and Mary later today before you and I have our Facetime. I know they’ll make me feel better, much like you have my darling boy, but it still feels pretty crummy. Especially since I’m sure she’s going to have wonderful time in New York with my brother 🙄 and I’ll have to hear all about it next time I talk to him. 
And I’m not sure if I’ve unpacked that dress yet! I’ll have to do some digging. Talk soon! x
03/10 @ 3:26am
We had a little baby. He was always giggling and laughing and we were making silly faces and he looked so small in your arms, Bradley. So small and little and he was ours. And then I turned around and he was toddling around the house and we were chasing him and his little legs were moving so quickly and we all wound up on the couch in a tangle of limbs, giggling under the blankets as we tickled him and he called you daddy. 
It wasn’t our house - or what will be our house, I guess? Instead of the leather couch you have, it was white and big and wide and the three of us could easily fit on it, snuggled together. 
And I could feel your arms around me, rocking me back and forth. I could feel you humming in my ear and kissing my neck and telling me you loved me. I could feel it. I could feel you. I could feel him and you. And it was nice and I felt warm and safe and cherished and loved. Because I felt so much love for this little boy in my arms - the perfect mix of me and you. Everything felt right and perfect. 
Except when I rolled over in bed to tell you about it, I realized I was alone in my bed, in my apartment, and not in the house that we shared or with the little boy that looked so much like you and I haven’t felt so empty and sad since I can’t remember when. 
And I just miss you so much, Bradley. I know I can come across as glib and unfeeling sometimes and like this doesn’t affect me as much. But it does and sometimes I feel like my heart is going to burst because I’ve never felt like this for anyone else before? It’s never been so easy for me to love someone and let them love me to the point that I always want to be beside them. And I know with your job - and mine - that can’t always happen, but god Bradley I wish you were here right now so you could hold me and tell me you loved me because I just want to feel your arms around me and know you’re real. I want to tell you about the little boy - the perfect mix of me and you. 
I love you rocketman x
03/11 @ 12:49pm
I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I realize that’s a lot to drop on you, especially since we can’t talk in person. I guess I’ve just never missed a person more in my life and seeing that future showed me what we could have when you come home. God, Bradley I want you to come home so badly. I want you to stay here with me forever and never leave and to have that cute little boy who was the perfect mix of me and you and to have you here in my arms every night. And I know it’s selfish of me to ask or even make you think about it, but I want you right here - in twenty seconds, not twenty years. 
How did your hop go today? x
03/11 @ 7:03pm
I have dreams like that, too. I’ll be little, but still older than I was when my dad died and we’ll be at the beach, running around, and he’ll pick me up and spin me around like I’m flying on an airplane. 
But then it’ll be me and my kid, running around and I’ll pick them up and spin them around like they’re flying on an airplane. Sometimes it’s a girl, sometimes a little boy. But I always just can feel and tell that I love them and I’d do anything for them. 
And I used to hate waking up alone after I had them and I’d feel empty and sad and like I had the feeling that they should still be there? Except now I have you and I know it doesn’t just have to be a dream?
Sorry it took me so long to reply. Today was hectic and I didn’t get to check my email until later. But if I checked it earlier, my day would’ve been a lot easier on my heart. 
All my love,
Your Bradley
03/12 @ 7:11pm
How do you always know exactly what to say? I’m sorry for springing that all on you, know it wasn’t exactly a quick/easy message, but I love that you knew exactly what I meant. My day’s always a lot easier on my heart when I hear from you, too. Love you x
03/13 @ 10:17pm
i miss having you around to take care of me. and telling me what to do and what to wear for you and how you want me and where you want me and when you want me and and and. and how good i feel around you as you come, how you take what’s yours. how i need you to take control and tell me what i need because i’m too much of a dumb slut to figure it out on my own. i need you so much bradley. and it’s so hard because i’m trying to take care of myself like you do and imagine what you’d do if you were with me right now. but i’m so frustrated since no one takes care of me like you do. i feel so empty. nothing stretches me out like you do, nothing makes me feel as small as you do, nothing makes me flush like the sound of your voice against my neck as i come, nothing soothes the ache inside me like you do. need you to call me good girl, pretty girl, sweet girl, anything as long as it’s yours. 
i need you i need you i need you i need you bradley bradley bradley bradley
3/13 @ 10:39pm
Awwww sweetheart, did you get yourself all worked up over me? It’s okay, I know it’s hard for you all by yourself. Must’ve been real bad for you to risk this getting flagged, huh? Poor thing, don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. 
Want you to pretend I’m next to you, leaning over you as you lay down and touch yourself. Say yes Bradley, more Bradley. Bradley, Bradley, Bradley. Good girl. 
Want you naked under the covers, no frilly little pajama set or anything. No, I want your cum to stain the sheets and then for you to have to clean up in the morning, all embarrassed because you did this. You made yourself like this because you can’t control yourself without me around. All that cum being wasted. Nobody around to lick it off your pussy. So what doesn’t get on the sheets, you have to taste. Good girl. 
Want you to use your fingers - only your fingers, I’ll know if you use anything else. Start with your breasts. Think of how perfectly they fit in my hands and how yours aren’t quite the same. They aren’t as big. Aren’t as strong. Play with your nipples, drag your nails across the soft skin on the underside of your breasts.
Want you to sigh my name as you slide your hands down your stomach towards your pretty little pussy. Have you shaved? Gotten a wax? You know how I like it, want it just like that when I get home. Pretend it’s my fingers sliding into your cunt. A few touches and you’re already clenching on air and I’m not even around. 
In and out, in and out. Circle your clit with your thumb. Add another finger, then another. You rocking your hips yet? I know you’re soaked. I know you want more. Three fingers can’t stretch you out nearly as much as you need. But I don’t know if you can handle anything else without me around. And I know you would never disagree with me, right? Because you’re my good girl and good girls do what they’re told. 
Don’t hesitate to get loud. You’re in our house, in our bed, you can be as loud as you want. Bet you’re getting close, huh? Try and last a little longer, can you hear yourself and how wet you are? Are you shaking yet? I know you’re close. Go ahead, speed up your fingers, just the way I do. It’s okay, you can come. Know you’re gonna get sleepy soon, wish I could sleep inside you, nice and tight.
Now say thank you Bradley. Good girl. 
03/14 @ 5:49pm
Thank you, Bradley. Thank you for taking care of me last night 
You like chicken piccata, right?
03/14 @ 7:33pm
Yeah, kid, I like chicken piccata. 
03/14 @ 7:39pm
Okay, that’s good. I’m going to make it when you come home. I ran it by my cooking instructor. Ina’s recipe of course. 
(I’ve read your email seven times since you sent it. I’ve thought about it constantly. I want you to take me softly and slowly that first time. But after that? I can’t wait to let go and float. Love you so much x)
03/15 @ 6:09am
You’re the boss. Good thing I’ll be home soon, you’re gonna run out of material. As is, I had to type that last one with one hand. 
Love you,
B
03/15 @ 7:21am
I’ll be good till you get home, promise. 
Have a good day, do you think we’ll get to talk much from now till Friday? Love you x
03/15 @ 7:24am
I’ll hold you to it. 
I don’t think so, might be able to send one out before leaving the boat. Better make it a good one. 
All my love
Your Bradley 
03/15 @ 7:25am
You got it! Love you bubs 
03/18 @ 11:08pm
Kid - there’s this lyric that keeps running through my head: ‘and I want you right here.’ I want you beside me - today, tomorrow, all my days. I want you right here, beside me forever. In twenty seconds, not twenty years. See you tomorrow.
All my love,
Your Bradley
03/18 @ 11:11pm
See you tomorrow, rocketman. I’ll be the one in blue.
Love you x
a/n: thanks for reading! i'll be back with part ii and part iii (hopefully not in...4 months). i had so much fun writing these and getting to explore a different format and side to their relationship! thanks to alexa @sometimesanalice, kylie @ofstoriesandstardust, cass @notroosterbradshaw, elle @dissonannce, nik @cherrycola27, and loren @heartsofminds for all the support!
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It's WIP Wednesday and I'm thinking so hard about “Chateau Lobby #4 (In C for Two Virgins)” by Father John Misty that my head explodes.
Retired!Price x Divorcee/single mom!reader (titles are hard who cares)
Cw/Tw: Pressure to perform sex/sexual acts
Little 1k blurb that ends right before the smut because I just got done ovulating and the thought of writing about cock and dick is not in the cards rn.
There was never much time to date while John was working. Never enough of him to occupy all of his work and pleasure. Try as he might, he couldn’t seem to spread himself thin enough to coat the surface of all his wants.
He tried for a few years, early, when he could stay out late and still feel alright putting in a full day’s work the next morning. But he’s a romantic at heart. Never found much appeal to a fast-and-loose lifestyle and eventually stopped looking for trouble in places he would find it.
He was now alone, but with more time to figure out what he really wanted after retiring. Had more of himself to portion out. Pursued his hobbies. Picked up odd contracting jobs out of a need to keep himself busy. Found trouble with a single mother and recent divorcee who hired him off of an online ad because she needed help with a few things around her new house.
He knew he was in for it the moment she opened the door. Asked her out while he was half inside a cupboard under her sink. She said no twice.
Third time’s the charm.
She must have been put on one of those religious conveyor belts and turned out like she was on a factory line- that or she had parents to piss off. Married, turned out two kids, and split young. Must have been straight out of high school, because now that the divorce is finalized she’s cheating her way through a business degree at the community college around her day job.
Still carries some of that youth and innocence in her even though she’s only a year or two his junior. In the way she snorts when she laughs and hastily covers it up by holding the back of her hand over her mouth. The three times already tonight she’s prefaced that she doesn’t kiss on the first date and she’s got a strict rule about no ‘secondary locations.’ It’s charming. Like she’s spending any fleeting moment of free time discovering herself.
And is he glad she’s wasting her precious time on him. Even more glad he caught her on a weekend where her ex had the kids, though the idea of introducing himself to her house, her innocence, her little family, was fucking intoxicating. Made him forget the two fingers of whiskey sitting up right of his plate.
He gets so tipsy on the thought of besting her rules that he can’t help but push his luck after she- ever so delicately- refused the waiter trying to drop a dessert menu at the edge of the table.
“Cheap date.”
A snort from her. She has to pull her lips away from the rim of her wine glass to stifle it. House, even though it’ll give her a headache, she says. Couldn’t possibly bring herself to spend a dime of his money further than what was necessary. Darling thing. He’d love to see how far that ‘good girl’ act went. How much pressure it could handle.
She’d probably pull him in warm. Gooey in the middle when he finally got her spread open.
“Wasn’t out to test your fiscal limits”
She dabs the corner of her smile with a napkin. It’s his turn to laugh now.
“Shame. Half my appeal is the restaurant.”
She falters for a breath. Her eyes go a bit wide, like she’s suddenly worried she hasn’t thanked him enough. Hasn’t been good enough to please him. The thought makes him ball his hand into a fist to distract from the tightness in his slacks.
“Gosh, John, and it is such a nice place. Dinner was fantastic. Thank you, really.”
Her fingers curl around his fist. She has to stretch a bit to reach him from across the table. Her fingertips don’t touch even when she tries to wrap her hand around his. Earnest is thick on her voice now. It honeys her tone. He wonders if when she pulls away she’ll leave a sugary stickiness on his skin.
He tsks, a smile flirting across his mouth. Unable to help himself. A hungry stray being tossed a hot meal.
“And how impressive would it have’t be if I had my heart set on bringing you ‘round t’mine for a nightcap?”
She wrinkles her nose at that, though there’s a glittering of humor in her eyes when she gives his hand a kittenish slap.
“You couldn’t afford it.”
Sharp as a tack.
He has to clench his jaw shut to keep from sinking his teeth into her. They ache to see if she’s candy-floss all the way through.
“No?”
“Dinner was fantastic, John. Thank you.”
She throws him a warning glance with that. There’s the faintest outline of severity blurring into the soft edges of her voice. He digs his nails into his palm.
“M’I that bad to talk to?”
He’s pulling out stops now. Ignoring the chirping alarm sounding in the back of his skull that tells him that he should be able to pick out if he’s insisting for the right reasons or not.
She’s more difficult to guilt a second time. Rolls her eyes and starts folding her napkin on the side of her plate.
“Must be.”
She is fucking delectable.
Trouble. Everything about her. Every new layer he peels back sets him ablaze. He’s smoldering in his chair, waiting for the smoke curling off the crown of his head to set off the smoke detectors.
It takes some effort, but he’s able to get her to settle on him coming ‘round to hers after dinner. ‘One drink, John. I’m serious.’ She digs her heels in a bit, but he’d already made his mind up. He’d have her. Tuck her in a paper bag and take his dessert to-go.
She makes him turn away when she punches the code into her garage opener. Says the remote in her car is dead, and while he looks around the edges of the house for security cameras, he makes a note to come back and get both of those things taken care of for her. Doesn’t like the thought of her alone in her driveway after work tired and vulnerable.
Never mind if she had to step out in the rain. Sugar melts.
He tries to convince her to sit on the couch with him while she nurses a weak pour of wine, she refuses. Sits on a plush armchair catty-corner to him in the living room and smiles while shakes her head.
“Not used to being told no?”
It’s less of a question than it is a plain statement. A surface-level observation. It should strike him as an insult, but watching the words fall from her pretty mouth made pride swell in his chest.
“Should I be?”
Trouble. He’s inching toward the line.
“You’d think.”
He wonders what she would think if he took her down to the studs. Not much of anything- if he was lucky.
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sink your teeth before i disappear explicit | 4k | steddie | 18+ only
steddie, pre-relationship, established ronance, panic attacks, flashbacks, virgin!eddie, sharing a bed, cuddling & snuggling, interrupted masturbation, mutual masturbation, hand jobs, biting, marking
“I’ve never really slept with anyone before,” Eddie admits quietly, not sure if Steve is even still awake. Steve turns around awkwardly, trying to keep Eddie’s arm wrapped around his waist as he rolls over to face him. “Like… sex, or just actually sleeping next to someone?” OR Sharing a room leads to sharing a bed leads to sharing... more
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WEDNESDAY
“So they would rather you sleep in a bed with Nancy? ” Steve asks in disbelief as he stacks the returns. 
Robin rolls her eyes at him. “Duh. They don’t know I’m of the, uh, lavender persuasion,” she reminds him, lowering her voice with a quick scan of the store.
It’s fairly quiet, especially for a rainy Wednesday during summer break. Just a couple of teens milling about through the stacks, trying to decide on a movie. 
“And I’m pretty sure they still think I’m secretly dating you… though they have finally learned to stop asking.”
Robin’s parents had managed to secure a modest cabin by the lake for the long weekend. Steve could never quite get it straight – Robin’s mom’s brother’s wife… or was it her cousin’s husband? Nevertheless, someone who was somehow related to Robin had a cabin they weren’t using, and rather than leave it sitting empty, they had invited her parents to use it. Robin had agreed to go if she could bring a friend or two… which quickly turned into three, because she just couldn’t take Nancy and Steve and leave Eddie all alone for the weekend. And they were all thick as thieves after what happened during spring break. 
“Anyway, I thought you’d be happy to be sharing with Eddie,” Robin says, tossing Steve a meaningful look. God, he regrets telling her about his ill-advised crush.
Come Thursday evening, they pack into two cars and drive up to Lake Michigan, looking forward to spending their days swimming and their nights around the fire. 
– – –
THURSDAY
The cabin isn’t anything fancy – a simple wooden structure tucked between the trees – but it’s right on the lake, has its own small dock hosting a tiny row boat that looks like three passengers would probably capsize it. 
Robin shows them around the cabin, pointing out her and Nancy’s room, her parents’ room, and finally, tucked back in the corner behind the kitchen, Steve and Eddie’s room. 
Their room is the only one with separate twin beds. Steve isn’t sure if he’s relieved or disappointed. 
Everyone leaves to get settled in their own rooms, and Steve stands there with his old sports bag in hand, shifting from one foot to the other. 
“So, uh, which bed do you want?” he asks. 
Eddie throws himself down on top of the bed furthest from the door, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead. “This one – you can protect me from any evil entities of the night.”
“Unless they come in through the window,” Steve points out, setting his things down on the bed nearest the door. 
“Well, shit,” Eddie groans, eyes darting between the window and Steve. “Don’t fucking say that!” 
Steve laughs and throws himself onto his own bed, propping himself up on one elbow. 
“So, Harrington, do you snore? Tell me now, so I can prepare myself," Eddie says.
“Nah, but I do sleep in the nude.” 
Eddie’s smile falters and Steve can’t help but smirk. He doesn’t offer up any more information, letting Eddie dwell on whether or not he was joking. 
“I, uh, I sleepwalk, sometimes,” Eddie tells him, and then falls silent, dropping back onto the bed and staring at the ceiling like he might find a script there. 
“Should make for an interesting night,” Steve says, trying not to laugh when Eddie’s eyes flick over to him before going back to the ceiling. “C’mon, let’s go see if they need help with dinner,” Steve says, pushing himself off the mattress and holding out a hand to help Eddie up. 
It’s still raining after dinner, so they sit around the little fireplace, playing board games and listening to music until it’s time to turn in for the night. 
Steve stands next to his bed for a moment, looking down at the pajamas he’d packed. He glances up, but Eddie’s busying himself with removing his rings one by one and setting them down on the nightstand. 
Steve strips out of his shorts and t-shirt, hesitating at the edge of his boxers, wondering if it’s worth it for the bit. Eddie’s back is to him. He makes his decision, leaving them on and climbing into bed, arranging the covers to hide his boxers but show as much skin as possible elsewhere. 
Just to mess with him. 
When Eddie turns back, he lets out something between a yelp and a squeak.
Steve pulls back the blanket with a flourish, watching Eddie’s eyes go wide and then narrow when he realizes what’s underneath. 
“You dick.”
“I mean, I usually would sleep naked, but I thought I’d be modest for the sake of my temporary roommate,” Steve says, raising an eyebrow. 
Eddie climbs into his own bed, burrowing under the blankets. “Well, don’t change your habits on my account.” 
Steve chuckles and turns off his bedside lamp. “I’ll keep that in mind. ‘Night, Eds.” 
“Night.”
– – –
FRIDAY
Luckily, the rain has cleared up by Friday morning, the sun peaking out from behind the clouds and warming their skin. 
After breakfast, they don their swimsuits and head out to the edge of the lake. Nancy and Robin drag out a deck chair and curl up side-by-side, while Steve walks out onto the dock, turning around just before he reaches the end. 
“You coming for a swim?” he calls to Eddie, arms spread wide and displaying the expanse of his chest. 
Eddie plops himself down on a towel next to Nancy and Robin. “Are you kidding? The water’s freezing.”  
“Whatever, you big chicken!” And with that, he turns around and dives, cutting through the surface of the calm water. 
Eddie sits back and watches the gleam of Steve’s back as he slices through the water with ease, years of swimming making him more graceful in water than on land. It’s mesmerizing. 
“You might wanna pick your jaw up off the ground,” Robin quips, looking at him over the frame of her sunglasses. “Once you’re done ogling, I mean.”
Eddie huffs, shaking his head. “What? No! I’m not – Steve’s just–”
Nancy leans around Robin to fix him with a dubious look. “Oh please, don’t even deny it.”
“This is bullying. You’re bullying me,” Eddie accuses, crossing his arms over his chest. “Two against one isn’t a fair fight.” 
He doesn’t hear what Nancy says next, because there’s a disturbance out in the water. Steve has stopped swimming smoothly and seems to be thrashing, struggling against something they can’t see, trying to get back to shore.
Eddie’s throat closes up with panic. 
He jumps to his feet, shouts out and points, and Robin and Nancy are on his heels as they run out to the end of the dock. 
Just like that fateful night on Lover’s Lake, Nancy doesn’t hesitate. She jumps in and swims towards Steve, methodically, uniform strokes spurring her forward. She reaches him quickly and pulls him the rest of the way to the shore.
He’s sputtering and shaking, on all fours as he reaches the grassy edge of the lake, and Robin’s right there beside him, wrapping him in a towel, pushing his hair back out of his eyes, speaking to him in soft, calm, hushed tones. 
Eddie stands to the side, heart racing, chest tight. He feels useless, a spare part, unsure whether to come closer or give them space. All he can do is watch helplessly, a cruel parallel of when Steve was pulled through Watergate. Flight or freeze, never fight. 
Coward. 
Robin is placing Steve’s hands flat on the earth, helping him ground himself, still babbling away about where he is and what is going on around him. Eddie is in awe of how she always knows what Steve needs in these moments. 
“The vines… grabbed me,” Steve mumbles, breathing fast and shallow. Robin drapes herself against his back, contrasting with deep and slow breaths, pressing a hand to his chest. 
“Steve, we’re at Lake Michigan. No gate here, we’re not even in Hawkins,” Robin reminds him again, patience of a saint. “We’re safe, we’re safe, I promise you, we’re safe. It was just a plant.” 
“Nancy –”
“– pulled you out of the water, she’s right here,” Robin says, pointing her out. 
“And Eddie –”
“– is also right here, he’s fine. You’re fine. We’re all fine.” Robin turns to Nancy and Eddie. “Can you help me get him up? I’ll take him inside, give him something warm and something sugary, it should help with the shakiness. And then he’ll probably need to sleep for a while when he comes down from this.”
Eddie swoops in to support one side of Steve and the three of them hoist him to his feet, leaving the lake behind them. 
Steve’s voice drifts through the darkness later that night. “Hey, Eds, you awake?” 
“Yeah.”
“I can’t sleep.”
“Me neither.”
There’s silence for a while, not awkward, but comfortable. Until Steve breaks it. 
“Can I… would it be alright if I laid in your bed for a bit?” 
Eddie nods before he realizes Steve can’t see him. “Yeah, of course.”
There’s a rustle, footsteps, and then the mattress next to him dips as Steve slides under the blankets. Heat radiates off his chest.
It’s a small bed, so they don’t have much choice for positions. Eddie ends up curled around Steve’s back, an arm thrown around his waist to stop himself from rolling off the edge. 
“This is nice,” Steve whispers, wrapping his fingers around Eddie’s wrist and pulling him tighter around him. Steve takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly before speaking again. “Is it weird if I say I was kind of hoping we’d have to share a bed this weekend? I just… I hate sleeping alone.” 
Eddie chews on his bottom lip for a moment. “Don’t you usually sleep alone?”
“Yeah.” 
Steve doesn’t expand on his answer, doesn’t offer anything more. They lie there pressed together, letting their breath synchronize. 
“I’ve never really slept with anyone before,” Eddie admits quietly, not sure if Steve is even still awake. 
Steve turns around awkwardly, trying to keep Eddie’s arm wrapped around his waist as he rolls over to face him. “Like… sex, or just actually sleeping next to someone?” 
Both, but he feels a bit stupid admitting the first one to Steve Harrington, renowned lady’s man. He’s heard enough rumors to know the guy gets around. And, well, Eddie isn’t exactly spoiled for choice in Hawkins, Indiana. 
“I mean, I've had sleepovers and shit, slept next to people but… never, I dunno, cuddled?” The last part comes out as a question, like he isn’t sure if that is actually what they’re doing. 
Steve moves closer then, right up in Eddie’s face, tucking his own arm around Eddie’s waist. “And do you like it? Cuddling?”
Eddie’s not sure if it’s embarrassment or the body heat coming from Steve that makes his face feel so warm. “I, uh, I think so.”
“Well, maybe you need a bit more experience to make sure,” Steve says, mischief in his voice. And with that, he rolls onto his back, pulling Eddie with him so he face-plants right onto Steve’s bare chest. Two solid arms come up to wrap around him, one landing between his shoulder blades and the other settling in the dip of his lower back. Steve buries his face in Eddie’s curls and hums. 
Eddie shuffles a bit, turning his head to un-squish his nose from Steve’s pec. The hand between his shoulder blades moves up to card through his hair, fingertips pressing deliciously into his scalp and sending tingles all the way down to his toes. 
Eddie’s head is spinning, overwhelmed by the smell and feel and sound of Steve all around him. He yearns for all of this to mean something, but he’s seen Steve with Robin – how close they get, how easy it is for Steve to throw an arm around her and pull her in for a hug, press a kiss to the top of her head or tip of her nose, how they cuddle up on the couch when they watch a movie. And they make sure everyone knows that it’s strictly platonic. So why would this be anything different? 
He can enjoy it for tonight, though, so he burrows back down into the hair on Steve’s chest, tracing the line of muscle underneath with his finger. He feels Steve shiver and shift, run his hand back down Eddie’s neck and trace over each vertebrae of his spine through his thin t-shirt, getting slower and slower until his hand slips from Eddie’s back completely, coming to rest on the mattress behind him as his chest rises and falls, even and slow, dozing off.
Eddie presses soft, barely-there kisses to the skin beneath his lips for what feels like hours until his eyes droop and he, too, drifts into sleep. 
When he wakes, Steve is gone and he can hear the shower on. He grabs the pillow that still smells like Steve and buries his face in it, pretending it’s only to help ease the crick in his neck.
– – –
SATURDAY
“I don’t know what else to do, Robin!” Steve whines, exasperated. “If I get any more forward with my flirting, I’ll just be straight up asking him to blow me.”
Robin wrinkles her nose at him before going back to applying sunscreen to her legs. “Why don’t you just ask him out, like a normal person?” 
“I don’t know how to do that with guys, Robs, much less one who’s my friend!” 
It’s true, he knows how to hit on girls he barely knows, asks the odd guy in a gay bar to go out back with him. But Eddie? It’s different.
“Why are you being so difficult? Go inside right now and say, ‘Eddie Munson, would you like to go on a date with me?’ That’s it!” Robin hisses. 
Steve flops down onto the wooden dock, squinting up at the sun. “This coming from the girl who took three months to ask out Nancy Wheeler.”
Another voice drifts over, drawing nearer. “Yeah, but at least she actually fucking did it.” Steve turns his head to the side and shields his eyes, watching Nancy sit down next to Robin and dangle her toes into the water. “Steve Harrington, stop being a big baby and just go ask him.”
He sticks his tongue out at the both of them and reaches down, cupping some water in his hand before flinging it towards the girls, spraying them with the cold water of the lake. 
- - -
At first, Eddie can’t figure out what woke him. He takes stock of his body - he doesn’t need a piss, he’s not too hot or cold, he doesn’t think he had a nightmare. So he turns his attention to the room, and that’s when he hears it. 
It’s too familiar of a noise for him not to figure it out immediately, especially when paired with heavy breaths coming from the other side of the room. 
Oh. 
He cracks open an eye, and the room’s washed in cool, dim light from the moon outside the window. He can just make out the outline of Steve, lying on his back, hand moving rhythmically under the covers. His head’s dropped back, mouth open slightly, neck stretched out like it’s begging to be bitten. 
Eddie feels arousal rush through him and he squeezes his eyes shut again, trying not to move or draw attention to himself. He doesn’t want to make this any weirder than it already is. 
But he can’t stop himself from hearing it.
There’s a sharp inhale, followed by a string of little ‘ah-ah-ah’ sounds, and then – 
Eddie must be dreaming, or hallucinating, or maybe he died in the Upside Down and this is his eternal torture, because he swears it, there’s no mistaking it – a long groan followed by “Eddie.”
He can’t help but peek over, sees Steve grab a handful of tissues from his nightstand and clean himself up, tuck himself back into his boxers and roll over, facing the opposite wall. 
Eddie’s ears are burning, his mind on a loop, playing those sounds and Eddie, Eddie, Eddie over and over again. 
He wants to scream, wants to sing, wants to go jump in the lake, wants to run back to Hakwins, wants to climb into Steve’s bed and grind against him. Shit, there’s a thought. 
He adjusts his pajamas, hoping Steve doesn’t hear the creaky springs. He wills himself to calm down, but his dick has other ideas, aching for relief. 
Eddie glances over at Steve’s bed again. He’s quiet now, breathing slow and probably sleeping. And hey, if Steve did it, why can’t Eddie? Fair’s fair and all that. 
Slowly, carefully, he rolls onto his left side and reaches his right hand down the front of his pants. Fuck, he’s so hard and he can still hear Steve’s voice ringing in his ear. His breathing is shaky and he keeps glancing back to check that Steve’s still not moving. 
But Eddie’s never been good at staying quiet, muttered swears spilling from his lips as his breath comes quicker. He manages to swallow Steve’s name, biting his lips together and exhaling sharply through his nose. 
“Eddie?”
He freezes. This isn’t the chorus of whispered Eddies in his head… this is a question, and it’s real.
Steve’s awake.  
He debates not even answering, just pretending to be asleep, but then he hears the other bed creak and Steve’s feet hit the floor, like he’s about to cross the room and check on him. So he turns his head. 
“Yeah?”
Steve’s sitting on his bed facing Eddie, both feet on the floor like he was about to stand. “Were you… touching yourself?” 
“No, I –,” Eddie starts to lie, but it sounds weak even to his own ears. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
Eddie doesn’t know what to say to that, what it even means. Steve reaches for the lamp and switches it on. If he looked good in the cool light of the moon, he looks incredible in the warm wash from the lightbulb. 
“You can keep going. If you want,” Steve offers. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip and Eddie wants to feel it sweep across his teeth.
He doesn’t take his eyes off Steve as he rolls over and takes himself in hand once more, looking for any sign that Steve was kidding or pulling some kind of sick prank. But all Steve does is watch him back, eyes darting down to Eddie’s hand moving under the sheets.
“You – can you move the covers?” Steve asks, his voice pitched slightly higher than Eddie’s used to hearing. 
Eddie tries to push them down with his free hand, kicking with his feet to pull them down past his hips, but they just tangle and twist instead. And then Steve’s standing, crossing the short space between them and reaching out for the sheets. 
“Can I–?” 
Eddie nods, and Steve slides his fingers under the edge of the blanket. Steve’s knuckles brush against Eddie’s stomach and he can’t help but shiver at the sensation, thinking of where else he’d like Steve to touch him. 
The night air is cool after the heat that had built under the covers, and Steve kneels at the foot of the bed, still watching like he’s mesmerized. Eddie slows his movements, props himself up on one elbow. 
“Steve.”
Steve’s eyes snap up to his, pupils blown and mouth slack. 
“Just – fuck – c’mere,” Eddie whines, and Steve doesn’t hesitate. He darts forward, hovering over Eddie’s body, one hand cradling the side of Eddie’s head. 
Eddie surges up, kisses him hard and messy, and Steve dips down to meet him. Eddie feels a hand close over his own, tightening the grip and urging him on faster. 
“Jesus Christ, Eddie,” Steve pants against his lips, and Eddie thinks that his name in Steve’s mouth is the prettiest sound in the entire world.
Eddie can’t stop his hips from bucking up into both of their fists, desperate and aching. “Fuck, fuck, Steve… bite my neck?”
“What?”
“Bite my neck,” he repeats, dropping his head to the side to get his point across. 
Steve ducks down, licks and sucks and grazes his teeth along the sensitive skin there, but he doesn’t bite. And Eddie’s getting close. 
“You can… you can actually bite, like, with teeth,” Eddie manages, and that seems to do it, because the next thing he knows, he feels Steve’s teeth sink into the flesh of his neck, just beneath his ear, and his tongue sweeps over to soothe the marks no doubt left behind. 
Eddie slings his free arm around the back of Steve’s neck, holding him there, letting him nip and lave in turn until Eddie’s gripping the sheets and biting back a shout as he comes over both of their hands. 
“Shit,” Eddie breathes into Steve’s hair, arms drooping over the edge of the bed like wilted flowers. “Holy shit.”
“Shit,” Steve agrees. “You okay?”
“Fucking fantastic, actually. You?”
Steve laughs softly. “Pretty damn good. Sorry for waking you.”
“Oh, you are wholeheartedly forgiven,” Eddie says. Not that he was mad about it in the first place, but Steve doesn’t need to know that. 
“I’ll just, uh…” Steve stands and makes a move towards his own bed. Eddie catches his wrist. 
“You don’t like sleeping alone, right?” 
Steve shakes his head. 
“So sleep here. With me.”
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SUNDAY
When Eddie wakes up, the sun is shining through the window, brightening the room. The sounds of voices and dishes drift in from the kitchen, along with the smell of bacon. His stomach grumbles. 
Eddie tosses on the first some-what clean clothes he can find, gathers his mess of frizzy curls up in a bun and heads out the door, ready to eat a frankly disgusting amount of breakfast. 
Robin’s parents are just rinsing their plates when he arrives, getting an early start out on a hike up the edge of the lake apparently. He slides into one of their vacated seats, grabs a plate and loads it with pancakes and bacon before dousing the whole lot in syrup. 
It isn’t until he shoves the first huge bite in his mouth that he realizes Robin and Nancy are staring at him bug-eyed and slack-jawed. 
“What?” he asks, through a mouthful of food. 
They both shake their heads frantically, Robin throwing a look at her parents who are busy discussing whether or not it might rain later. Steve shifts uncomfortably in his seat.
Everything is quiet apart from the sound of Eddie’s fork scraping on the plate and Mr and Mrs Buckley’s voices, until they tell them all they’ll be back in a couple hours and close the door behind them. 
“What the actual hell!”
“Jesus Christ, did you get attacked by a vampire?”
There’s an explosion of shouting from both Robin and Nancy, while Steve doubles over laughing. 
Eddie’s baffled. “Fuck are you talking about?” 
“Dude! Your neck!” Robin says, handing him a large metal spoon. 
He moves it around, trying to get the right angle, and finds a massive, distorted red and purple splotch on his neck. His eyes immediately fly to Steve, who is just managing to get his giggles under control. 
“Hey, man, don’t look at me. It was your idea,” he says, sipping some coffee from his mug. “I was just following orders.”
“Ew,” Robin says, pushing her plate away. “Way to ruin my appetite.”
“Bullshit, Buckley, you were done anyway.”
Eddie raps his knuckles on the wooden tabletop, drawing their attention back to him. “Uh, you’re all acting suspiciously cavalier about this.”
Robin and Nancy glance at each other. “We had a bet going,” Nancy says. “About how long it would be until it happened."
Eddie gapes at them, not even sorry that he still has some half-chewed pancakes in his mouth.
“I am gonna insist you cover that up before my parents get back, though,” Robin says. “I don’t wanna deal with their awkward questions about where you got it.”
“God, I hate you all,” Eddie says, piling more pancakes and bacon onto his plate. 
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RW: Never again - Peeta Mellark x Reader
(A/N) Time for another request Wednesday! This one was requested by a lovely Anon. I really hope you find this and like it!
Pairing: Peeta Mellark x Reader, Gale Hawthorne x sister!Reader
Warnings: cursing
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They won. They won!
A grin spread across my face as I turned to look at my older brother, Gale. Although he was never one to show a lot of emotions, a small smile was present on his lips, causing my grin to grow. Both of us felt relieved, that much was obvious.
His love for Katniss and my love for Peeta were the only things helping us to survive the past few weeks. The only things making us hold on to hope. And now it was over. They’d be coming home in just a few weeks and I could barely wait.
After celebrating a bit with our siblings and our mom, we made our way over to Katniss’s home, where we celebrated with Prim and their mom. Everyone in District 12 was relieved. Relieved and happy and excited. We haven’t had a winner since Haymitch and now we had two!
The preparations for Katniss’s and Peeta’s return started the very next day. Banners hung everywhere, displaying their faces and the joy could be felt in the air. The bakery that belonged to Peeta's parents even gave out treats, something that neither Gale nor I could believe.
The days passed and soon everyone was gathered at the train station, waiting for our victors arrival. The air was buzzing and as soon as the train pulled into the station, the noise grew almost deafening. The cameras were clicking and everyone was talking and cheering.
I was standing with Gale and the rest of our family close to the front. Apparently we were now related to Katniss. No idea who came up with that, but we accepted it, knowing that it, at the very least, came from the Capitol.
Soon, the doors opened and Katniss and Peeta stepped out, falling into the arms of their families. Still, they stuck close together. Even now, they kept up the front that they were madly in love with each other. And it was probably smarter that way.
As soon as Katniss was done with her real family, she moved on to us and soon we were hugging each other.
“I’m so glad you made it.” I squeezed her and a genuine smile was on her lips as she pulled back. She quickly mouthed ‘Thank you’ before continuing.
The whole procedure at the train station lasted for a few more minutes. After that, everyone that wasn’t family or close friends was ushered away. Katniss and Peeta gave a quick statement that they were happy to be back with their families and to have each other. And as they kissed at the end of it, a sharp pain spread in my chest. It was getting harder and harder to keep the smile on my face and I sighed in relief as they were shut off.
“Great! Now, the winners will be filmed entering their new homes for the first time. After that there will be an announcement to the public and a dinner at the city hall…” Effie kept on rambling on the plans for the rest of the day, hell, for the rest of the week, but I stopped listening as soon as my eyes caught Peeta’s.
A smile tugged on the corners of his lips and I myself broke into a grin. I was about to mouth something when Effie pushed past me, closely followed by the rest of the crew. As Peeta walked past me, his hand found mine and gave it a comforting squeeze.
“As soon as the cameras are gone.” It was a whisper, so quiet that I barely heard it, but it made my heart beat faster. I nodded in response and he was gone.
The cameras stayed for two whole weeks, filming everything they could. From statements from the victors, to dinners and Katniss’s and Peeta’s new everyday life. It was hard keeping up the front and I was counting the seconds until the train doors closed behind the crew from the Capitol. And as soon as they did, I made my way to Peeta’s new house.
Three knocks. I held my breath, waiting for the piece of wood in front of me to open. And when I did, I didn’t hesitate to jump into his arms. Peeta kicked the door shut, hoisting me up and pressing my back against the closest wall. His lips were on mine immediately, passion filling the kiss. My fingers tangled themselves in his hair, tugging on it, making him groan.
His reaction made me grin, reminding me on how much I’d missed him.
Much too soon, he pulled away. I whined, but he just chuckled, making me open my eyes. And the look on his face brought tears to them. His eyes were filled with adoration, love and relief, a gentle smiled spread across his face.
“I missed you.” Tears started running down my face at those words.
“I missed you too. So fucking much.” I leaned down again, pressing a gently kiss against his lips, both of us smiling.
We spent the rest of the day in his house, just lazing around, enjoying our time with each other. As it was getting dark, Peeta asked me if he should bring me back home.
“No. I want to stay here…if that’s okay with you.” He nodded, a grin on his face as he pressed another kiss to my lips.
“You can stay here for the rest of your life. I don’t want to spend another second away from you.” Yeah…neither did I. I nodded, smiling as I laid in his arms. Those arms I would never let anyone take away again…or so I thought.
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My Future in You | 1.1 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader
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Synopsis: Bradley’s twenty-two years old and not where he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be out of the academy by now. Instead, he’s retaking his senior year of college and praying to god that he gets into flight school. Mav’s gone, his mom’s gone. He’s mad at the world. Then, a hook up at a Halloween party changes his future even more than he could have imagined.
Warnings: minor smut, eventual accidental pregnancy, angst, drama etc etc, enemies to lovers if you wanna call it that, no major warnings in this chapter
“I’m sorry… you’re pregnant? - You’re in your second trimester and you’re just now telling us?” Paige frowns, lips parting, brows furrowed.
You shift awkwardly, nodding softly.
“And my parents kicked me out. And Ryan isn’t the dad.” Your roommates have begun to know Ryan well by this point, he’s been stopping by more and more. You see him almost every day at the moment.
“Well, then, who’s the dad?” Casey’s taking this better than the others, she has had her suspicions.
“Jake’s friend. His name is Bradley, he was here last Wednesday.”
“That guy? - I slept with him last September!” Emily gasps. All eyes turn towards her.
You wish you could say that the information surprised you. She gives you an almost apologetic look. You shrug. If you lost sleep over everyone that Bradley has hooked up with, you wouldn’t sleep until the baby’s born.
“Does Ryan know?” Paige asks gently. You quickly shake your head at her.
“No, but look,” You push yourself to your feet and lift your sweater. All three of their lips part in unison as they realise that this isn’t a prank. There’s certainly a roundness to your stomach, a structured curve starting to form. “I have to tell him. And since the last time someone found out, my parents disowned me - I figured I could use some practice.”
This probably wasn’t the best time to drop a bombshell on them. Paige’s boyfriend is on Jake’s team, you’re about to go to their game - you were offered a hard seltzer and now you’re here, telling them everything.
Your roommates take it better than expected. They’re most upset that you didn’t tell them sooner, especially about what had happened with your parents. But, they’re happy if you’re happy. You think you are. Most days recently you are.
You’re just terrified about telling Ryan.
He’s going to be there tonight. He’s a photographer part time, he takes pictures for a bunch of UVA events. Tonight included. Jake, Bradley, Ryan and all of your friends. At least you’ll have support if it blows up in your face.
You’re running kind of late - traffic - the team’s already out on the field when you arrive. Paige is hurrying you along to grab seats. You spot the number fourteen out on the field immediately, white lettering on the back of Bradley’s Navy coloured jersey. You almost trip as Paige tugs at your hand, head whipping around to look at her, wide eyed.
She apologises but continues hurrying. Your eyes land on Ryan, he’s standing at the bottom of the stands with a camera up to his eye.
“I’ll catch up. I just wanna say hi.” You wave Paige off, already making your way over to him. It’s cold, almost February already, you’re wearing a big coat. He’s seen you naked plenty over the course of the last month, but you’re starting to worry that he’s going to figure it out just by looking at you. You stop by his side. “Hey.”
“Hey, baby,” Ryan smiles warmly, already reaching out for you with one arm as his other hand holds his camera. Your cheeks fill with heat as he kisses your mouth. You can feel your friends watching your interaction with him. Knowing what they know. Knowing he has no idea at all. “How’s my girl doing?”
You smile sheepishly at him. Your heart aches. You want this to work out so bad.
“Good. I’m good.” You tell him, leaning forwards to brush a curl back off of his face. He grins at the affectionate gesture. “I was thinking that maybe you and I could go for dinner after the game. I have something that I wanted to tell you.”
Ryan’s smile doesn’t falter in the slightest. He has no reason to think that it might be bad news. Well, it isn’t bad news. It’s just that he might consider it to be bad news. You know that you would if you were in his shoes.
“I’d love to.”
You hum happily, leaning in and kissing his mouth sweetly. Ryan’s arm squeezes around your waist, holding you close against him.
Bradley rolls his neck as he watches the interaction, then shakes his head softly and turns back towards his team. Jake shoots him a look and shakes his head. Bradley nods.
They have an agreement that Bradley is going to behave or Jake is going to have to break his nose.
As much as Bradley isn’t a fan of the idea, he has to admit that he doesn’t find Ryan much of a threat. You like him because he’s a musician and he can talk about his feelings. Bradley was in piano lessons until his sophomore year of high school and therapy until his freshman year. He’s experienced with both.
He’s taller, stronger - probably not smarter but has a lot else to offer. Bradley’s certain that if he put his mind to it, he would be able to knock Ryan’s skinny ass out of the picture with impressive speed.
But, his agreement with Jake prevents him from doing so.
Besides, Bradley has been thinking about it more and more. The more he continues to stand between you and whoever you decide to date, the more you’ll be on his ass about some kind of commitment. The kid is a big enough commitment. Bradley doesn’t need you pestering him for a ring too.
So, Ryan can stay. For a while, at least. As much as Bradley doesn’t like it, this is probably the best case scenario in terms of you dating someone else.
“Bradshaw, are you listening to me?”
Bradley looks towards his quarterback and nods firmly. He needs a clear head for tonight’s game. That would be easier if you weren’t swapping saliva with your new boyfriend in the stands. He’s got to figure out how to get over how mad it makes him to see you kissing someone else.
You take your seat with your friends, sipping on a soda instead of beer like everyone else. Just like you’ve been doing for over two months. They have no idea how they didn’t figure it out before.
The game begins and Bradley thinks that he’s going to be just fine. He plays just as well as he always does. He dodges a tackle and breaks into a sprint down the field. He slams the ball down into the grass as he reaches the end zone, securing the game’s first touchdown at the sixteenth minute.
He turns, grinning and finds you in the stands. Your nose is scrunched amusedly as his team celebrates with him excitedly, your arms in the air. You’re cheering for him.
There’s a flash, Bradley almost misses it. Ryan captures a picture of the smile on Bradley’s face as he finds you in the crowd, and has no idea. His team continues in the lead well into the second half of the game. Jake screws up a pass and the other team makes a touchdown, but Bradley’s performance tonight is making up for it.
You know that Jake’s pissed off that he’s off his game. He storms off of the field the moment the game’s done. His team might’ve won, but Jake doesn’t feel like a victor. Bradley, however, stands back and talks with his coach, laughing for a few minutes. Tonight was one of his best plays of the season, everyone knows it.
He walks towards the stands, ready to hit the showers and celebrate his triumph back at the house.
“Hey, Bradshaw!”
Bradley turns, lips quirking up into a smile as he finds you standing by the steps. He nods his head in acknowledgement as you walk towards him.
“Not a bad show, for an Eagles fan.” You tease him.
“Probably first time you’ve seen your team win. Longhorn.” He answers. He grins at you, letting out a soft chuckle as he opens his arms and pulls you tight against his chest. Your arms slide around his waist, laughing softly.
“Gross, you’re so sweaty.” You complain, pushing at his abdomen for release. Bradley scoffs and holds you just as tight against him. He hums in agreement, tightening his hold.
“Uh-huh.”
“Get off of me, you’re so gross.” You laugh, pushing at his stomach.
“C’mon, Seresin, can’t pretend that you aren’t into it.” He lowers his voice to tease you, his nose brushing playfully against the top of your ear as you squirm in his arms. “Me, all shirtless and sweaty - you, batting your eyelashes and giggling like a kid with a crush. That’s how it goes with us, right?”
“You’re an idiot.” You scoff, still grinning as you manage to wriggle out of his arms, pretending to shiver in disgust. He smiles.
Ryan’s brows furrow slightly as he watches the exchange.
It’s awfully friendly for two people who supposedly share only one common interest. That being your brother. He watches Bradley notice his presence first. Bradley doesn’t make an effort to pretend that this is more innocent than it is, but he forces himself to smile politely and make room for your boyfriend to join the conversation.
“Ryan.” The word slips from your mouth, giving away how surprised you are to have seen him. Bradley tries his best not to look smug.
“Hey, baby.” Ryan wraps an arm around your waist and leans in to kiss you. Your cheeks burn as you kiss his mouth quickly. You can feel Bradley watching you. You glance back at Bradley as you pull back. His face doesn’t give anything away.
“Still want to get dinner?” Ryan asks.
“There’s a party happening at our place to celebrate. If you guys wanted to.” Bradley looks at Ryan as he offers.
You look between the two of them, then shift closer to Ryan.
“Maybe another time. You did great tonight, Bradley.”
Bradley nods his head gratefully. He smiles, “Alright. You two have fun.”
You can’t pretend that you aren’t surprised that he seems to be so okay with this. Bradley turns and heads for the showers, thinking back to his agreement with Jake and how serious it could possibly be.
He has broken his nose before, it wasn’t that bad. Watching that loser drape his arm around you is certifiably worse.
“Is there something going on between you and Bradley Bradshaw?” Ryan asks it as he’s sitting opposite you, trailing his fingers along the edge of his beer bottle, avoiding your gaze.
Your brows furrow seriously, eyes going wide, “Me and - no, no. No. He’s just a friend.”
“You two seemed pretty close tonight.” Ryan explains, biting his cheek as he finally lifts his gaze to look at you. Now’s your chance to tell him. We’re only close because we’re having a baby together.
You can see it in his face that he’s insecure about what he saw between you and Bradley.
If you tell him that not only have the two of you had sex, but that you’re pregnant with Bradley’s baby, you can tell that it’s going to hurt him. It’s going to be worse if you don’t.
“He’s just Jake’s friend.” You blurt.
You know Bradley isn’t capable of being there for you like Ryan can. Bradley’s with some other girl tonight. You can expect more and more of that. Ryan wouldn’t do that to you. He’s here, and he wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.
“Okay. I believe you, I’m sorry.” Ryan breathes out. Your heart feels like it’s going to leap out of your throat the rest of the night.
It’s a restless night. Tossing, turning, trying to get your mind off of what a bad decision you have just made. You need to come clean. Things are over between you and Bradley - there wasn’t ever much to end in the first place. It was just sex. You just had sex twice. That’s it.
You fall asleep with your cheek pressed to Ryan’s shoulder, your arms looped around his bicep.
Ryan feels you stirring against him before the sun is up. His brows furrow, blinking softly. He turns his head and kisses your forehead softly.
“It’s okay.” He assumes that it’s a nightmare. You pull yourself closer to him, brows scrunched together, lips parted, letting a soft whine slip your lips.
Ryan slips his fingers between yours and squeezes your hand gently, closing his eyes and trying to slip back into unconsciousness.
The next sound that slips your lips is unmistakably a moan.
Ryan’s eyes shoot open.
“Babe?” He nudges you softly with his arm. Nothing. Another nudge and your lips press together. You pull back, blinking and then frown at him.
“What?” You groan.
Ryan’s lips quirk up into a soft smile, “Were you having a sex dream?”
Your eyes widen.
Ryan turns onto his side and leans forwards, kissing your lips. You try your best not to tense against him. It doesn’t mean anything. Bradley just got in your head, that’s it. Sex with Ryan is better, you know it is.
But, when you’re standing under the stream of the shower, letting water soak your hair - you can’t get the dream out of your head. It felt so real.
Bradley’s hands on your hips, lips working feverishly along your bare torso. Just like Halloween, you’re in his bed. His mouth stops as his teeth graze your hipbones, strong hands lifting your hips enough for him to settle between your legs.
Your head thrown back, fingers in his curls, back arching up off of his navy sheets.
You swallow and grab your shampoo. Ryan is better, Ryan’s more stable. Ryan didn’t have sex with your roommate last September. It was just a dream. You tell yourself that it didn’t mean anything.
You pretend that the sex with Ryan after you woke up was half as good as your dream with Bradley.
You glance down and trail your fingertips over your stomach. It’s not weird to be attracted to the person you’re having a kid with. That’s probably it. It’s purely hormonal. Maybe it’s guilt for not telling Ryan.
The dream circles through your head the entire day. You’re sitting in your morning class and thinking of being face down in Bradley’s mattress. In fact, you can’t think of anything else. In your afternoon class, all you can think about is his lips on your throat and his gruff voice in your ear. You press your thighs together and sit back in your seat. It isn’t fair.
You’re sitting at the back of the auditorium, not listening to a single word. In fact, you might as well not even be there. As far as you’re concerned, you’re in Bradley’s room. The breath is knocked from you as he pounds into you, you’re a whimpering mess, face pressed into the crook of your arm and his hand on the back of your neck keeping you there.
Then, you’re back home making dinner. Bradley’s hand roaming up your back, tangling in your hair and scooping it up into a makeshift ponytail. You gasping as he tugs at your roots, pressing his bare chest against your back, exposing your neck to him as his lips assaulted your throat.
You rutting your hips back against his, met with more force from him this time. He slides his fingers up into your hair, cradling the back of your skull as he presses you down and fucks you into the mattress.
You slice the tomatoes, blinking to trying to clear your head. It doesn’t work. His voice is in your head, telling you how good you feel, how close he is.
“What’s up, Seresin?”
You flinch, eyes blowing wide open when the voice isn’t just in your head anymore. Bradley watches as the knife slides past the tomato and into your index finger, he drops the bag onto the counter and moves to your side immediately.
“Fuck, are you okay?”
He takes your hand in his to examine the cut. You blink at him, lips parted. Bradley’s brows furrow slightly as he meets your gaze.
“Hello? - You with me?”
“What are you doing here?” You breathe out. Bradley guides you over to the sink, rinsing the blood from your finger.
“I texted you that I was bringing you dinner, wanted to talk about baby names. Your roommate let me in.” Bradley explains, tenderly rinsing the cut to inspect how bad it is. You lift your chin, still staring at him. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and jeans today. His cheeks are flushed from the cold outside. He looks at you and your mouth goes dry.
Bradley frowns, “What is up with you? - You’re gonna have to start talking or I’m calling Jake.”
“Nothing, nothing.” You shake your head quickly. “Long day. Sorry. I’ve been kind of spaced.”
“Where do you keep your first aid kit? - You just need a band-aid, it’s not that bad.” Bradley decides, giving you a reassuring smile. You point to the counter under the sink. He crouches before you and you jolt away from him. Bradley’s brows furrow slightly, but he gets the first aid kit without complaint anyway.
He stands back up and wraps the it around your index finger. You stare at him. Bradley lifts your hand and presses his lips to the top of the band-aid, “All better.”
Your knuckles whiten around the kitchen counter.
He turns away from you and back to the food he brought with him, “I asked Jake what your order is, since you didn’t answer me. Hope that’s okay.”
You watch the muscles in his back move under the thin fabric of his t-shirt.
“Y’know, your roommate looks kind of familiar. Is she over at UVA a lot?”
You narrow your eyes at him. The dream was just fiction. This is the real Bradley. You swallow, let out a breath and decide to move on.
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Hello! Thank you for the tags @carlos-in-glasses @thisbuildinghasfeelings @heartstringsduet & @ladytessa74
Once again, my active wip is Secret Santa so we’re doing Work is Published Wednesday 😝
From my Christmas fic The Greatest Gift I’ve Found, The Sweetest Thing I’ve Known, which was posted last week. I’d love it if you checked it out 🥰
They’re woken up an hour or so later by a sharp knock on the front door. TK trails after Carlos into the living room, fingers curled softly into the back of his shirt.
“Baby, are you expecting someone?”
“No,” Carlos says as he opens the door. There’s nobody there, and TK makes a questioning sound and hooks his chin over Carlos’s shoulder. “Flowers,” Carlos declares. He bends down and picks up a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers in a vase. “Somebody sent you flowers, babe. Who do I need to be jealous of?”
“Jealous of them for sending me flowers? Or jealous of me for getting flowers?” TK asks as Carlos closes the door and brings the flowers to the kitchen counter.
“Hmm, both, I guess.”
“Read the card, babe.”
Carlos’s face lights up as he reads the card. “Baby, nobody’s ever sent me flowers before.”
“First of all, that’s a shame and I’m going to send you flowers all the time now,” TK teases. “But, baby. It’s your first Christmas without your dad. I thought today would probably be hard for you and I just hoped this might brighten your day.” He says the last part with a hopeful tilt of his head.
“Sunflowers,” Carlos says with a thoughtful look. He bends to sniff at one of the flowers. “Those were my dad’s favorite.”
“I know.”
Gabriel had a small garden of sunflowers in the front yard that he prided himself on. They’d just begun to bloom when TK and Carlos went to the house for dinner one evening a few weeks before the wedding. Gabriel had walked them around the garden, showing off the blooms and telling them about his fertilizing schedule and the battle he’d been waging against the neighborhood squirrels that liked to munch on their stalks.
“Baby, that’s so sweet of you-” he pauses where he was beginning to cross over to wrap TK up in a hug when his phone rings on the counter. The screen lighting up with Andrea’s contact name, ‘Mami.’
“I may have sent her flowers too,” TK says sheepishly.
“Babe,” Carlos says before answering the phone. “Hi Mom.”
“Carlitos!” Her joviant voice comes through the speaker. “Is TK working? I tried to call him. He sent me the loveliest flowers. That husband of yours, such a sweet boy.”
“Oh, Mami, he’s right here he must have left his phone in the bedroom. We slept in kind of late.”
“Carlitos, it’s almost 10 am!”
“Oh, they’re young and in love, let them sleep in,” a familiar voice chimes in from the background, tone playfully suggestive. “Carlitos, you better take advantage of having that gorgeous boy in your bed.”
“Hi, Tía Lucy,” Carlos deadpans. “Mami, TK’s right here.”
“Hi Andrea,” he says cheerfully, crossing the room to wrap himself around Carlos’s side like a koala. Carlos wraps an arm around him and drops a quick kiss to his temple as Andrea starts talking.
“Oh TK, thank you for the beautiful flowers, mi dulce muñequito — just so sweet of you. You know, sunflowers were Gabriel’s favorite. I can’t believe it’s been seven months,” she says wistfully. “Our first Christmas without him. He loved you boys so much.”
TK feels Carlos tense, his grip on TK tightens slightly.
“I wish he could have had the chance to see you boys married,” she continues. “To see you as a husband, Carlitos. I know he’s so proud. And he was proud to call you his son-in-law, TK. Even though you weren’t married yet. He’d talk about his son-in-law, the dual-certified medic who saved kids from frozen lakes and mine fields. Although, personally, I wouldn’t mind if you did a few less of those rescues. I’m sure Carlitos agrees with me.”
Carlos huffs a laugh and hums in agreement.
“Well,” TK says, beaming up at Carlos. He rests a hand on Carlos’s broad chest, just over his heart. “I’m proud to be your son-in-law. And I’m forever grateful to Gabriel, and to you, for raising such an incredible son.”
Carlos blushes and shakes his head.
“Thank you, TK, I agree with that.” She says with a sigh. “Well I should let you boys get back to whatever you were doing.”
“Sleeping in!” Lucy shouts in the background.
“Ay, dios mio,” Carlos mutters.
“Thank you, Lucy!” Andrea sings. “Alright, feliz Navidad, boys. We will see you tonight?”
“Yes, Mami. Love you.”
“Alright,” Carlos says once he’s hung up the phone. “Let’s go back to bed.”
“What? Babe, I had to fight you to get you to stay in bed with me earlier. You wanna go back to bed?”
“Yeah,” Carlos says, voice deep as he approaches TK. He’s got a determined look on his face. It’s all the warning TK gets before Carlos grabs him around the waist and hauls him up over his shoulder.
“Carlos!” He squeals as he’s carried towards the bedroom.
“You heard the woman,” he accentuates his point with a slap to TK’s ass, “Let’s sleep in.”
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liesyousoldme · 1 month
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like you've known me | rated T | word count ~25k
a @steddiebang fic coming february 29
featuring art by sharkscouts and @vesperalhemlock
Summary:
When the only way to beat the Upside Down is to erase it (and the last three years) from time, Steve Harrington is transported right back to the Fall of his junior year. His biggest problem? Everyone who had died in the last three years fighting inter-dimensional evils has no memory of the events. Suddenly, Steve finds himself with Tommy and Carol at his side and sitting mere feet away from Robin in class, and she has no idea who he is except the douchebag with the good hair that Tammy Thompson has a crush on.
With a little help from Nancy, Jonathan, Dustin, Lucas, and El, Steve will learn to navigate his life, The Right Way, this time. Which friends he wants to keep, who he wants to spend his time with, and if he wants to take notes in class this time around. If that means sometimes he needs a little weed to take the edge of stress off? Well, it's a good thing he knows a good dealer.
As things finally fall into place and Steve begins to re-form the most important relationship in his life, he thinks anything strange is over. Then, Robin starts mentioning weird dreams about ice cream and torture, and Max Mayfield shows up from California with an angry step-brother and a lot of questions. Maybe those memories aren't erased, after all.
Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson, Steve Harrington & Lucas Sinclair Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Eleven, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Tommy Hagan, Carol Perkins, Max Mayfield, Billy Hargrove Tags: Romance, Angst, Friends to Lovers, AU: Time Travel to Pre-Season 1, Post-Season 4, Impermanent Major Character Death, Fix-it, Falling In Love, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington-Centric, First Kiss, Drug Use (Marijuana), Steve Harrington VS Junior Year (Again)
Excerpt (cont. under the cut):
It had been a few weeks in the new timeline when Steve jumped at the sound of the phone ringing through the empty house. He frowned, setting down his fork and walking to the phone. It was Wednesday, Steve was sure of it, and Dustin’s calls always came on Thursdays, so who the hell would be calling?
“Hello?”
“Hi, Steve.” Nancy’s voice was soft and sweet and surprising.
“Oh. Uh, hey, Nance, what’s up?” He asked, heart suddenly starting to race – not because he had feelings for Nancy but because if Nancy was calling then something was wrong. Had something happened? Had their plan not –
“Listen, I don’t have too much time, Mom’s making dinner and I just finished up my homework, but I really wanted to call you,” Nancy said. She wouldn’t start out so calm if something was happening, right? So this was just a social call?
“Um. Why?” He asked, then winced. Since when did he forget how to have a conversation?
He could hear Nancy’s sigh through the phone. “I’ve been keeping an eye on you at school lately, and –“
“Okay, creep,” he joked, lips curling at the corners when Nancy laughed.
“Shut up, I just mean I’ve – Look, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. And like I said, I’ve been watching you in the halls and stuff, and I know you’re eating lunch in the library because Tommy told everyone in the cafeteria one day –“
He what?
“- and I know the whole thing with Robin is hard for you but…”
“But what?” He prompted when she trailed off.
“But you’re moping, Steve. You’re moping all over school, and probably all over your house.”
“I – wha- I mean, that’s not true,” Steve said, frowning.
“Steve, we beat the bad guys and everybody is fine. Everybody’s alive! And you’re moping.”
“Okay, now this just feels like you’re being mean.”
“I’m not trying to be mean, I’m trying to – “ She cut herself off with a frustrated groan. “Do you even know how El is doing?”
“I – what? Is she okay?”
“Yes, she’s okay, Steve, but also, no, she’s not okay, because Hopper is still trying to find Owens since he’s the one that will probably know best if it’s safe for Jane Hopper to suddenly show up in Hawkins and enroll in school. So, she spends her days alone, but everyone always goes to visit her, every Saturday, at the cabin. Everyone except you.”
Steve felt tears prick behind his eyes. “I didn’t know.”
“Yes, you did,” Nancy said, sounding tired. “Dustin said he asked you to come that first weekend, and you said no, so he didn’t ask you again.”
“I don’t – I don’t remember that,” he admitted, feeling dreadful disappointment spread through his veins. “Nancy, I hardly – that first week was –“
“But it wasn’t just the first week, Steve. We’re all trying to get back to our lives but you’re just going through the motions. Even Dustin knows something’s wrong.”
“What? I talk to Dustin every week!”
“Lucas wanted to invite you to the park to play basketball and Dustin told him you probably still weren’t ready.”
Steve’s jaw dropped.
“Dustin knows you, in this timeline probably better than anyone, and he knows something’s wrong but he’s still just a kid, Steve, he doesn’t know how to deal with this.”
“Did Dustin ask you to call me?”
“No, this was my idea,” Nancy said. “I’m just a kid, too, Steve. I don’t know what to do to fix it but I want to help you, and so does Jonathan.”
“Jonathan wants to help me?” He asked, incredulous.
Nancy chuckled. “Honestly, I was as surprised as you are. But he does because despite everything, he cares about you. We all care about you, and it’s way too easy for you to hole up in your house and ignore everyone at school and… mope.”
“I don’t think I like that word anymore,” Steve said, even though it was true. His stomach twisted in knots at the sudden guilt he felt.
“Well I didn’t think you’d like it very much if I accused you of being depressed,” Nancy stated boldly, and Steve winced. “Just meet me and Jonathan at that picnic table outside of school tomorrow morning, okay? Like, twenty minutes before first bell. Can you do that?”
Steve swallowed thickly and fought every instinct in him that wanted to say no.
“Yeah, Nance. I can do that.”
Steve woke with a sense of dread hanging over him. He really didn’t want to show up just for Nancy and Jonathan to chew him out for how selfish he’d been (he could beat himself up for that without their help). But he got in his car twenty-five minutes earlier than he usually would, just to make sure he wouldn’t be late, and laughed to himself when he got to the school. He pulled into the empty spot next to Jonathan’s car. Apparently, they had the same idea.
Steve got out of his car and shouldered his backpack. He looked around; there were a few people milling about, and more cars pulling into the lot than he expected this early.
“Do people always get to school this early?” He asked by way of introduction.
Jonathan laughed and walked over to him. Nancy stepped up behind him and gave him a pointed look. “I think you’ll find that you’re just always late.”
“Yeah, okay,” he conceded. “So, uh… Picnic table?” He suggested, already feeling the stares of their classmates from around them.
Nancy and Jonathan agreed and they made the walk together, quietly taking in each other’s presence. Nancy was in between the two boys but it wasn’t as awkward as Steve expected it to be.
Maybe he really was over Nancy Wheeler, after all.
He choked on a laugh when the picnic table came into view, and they were sighted almost immediately.
“Oh,” Eddie Munson said, grabbing his metal lunchbox and dropping it near his feet. Steve snorted. Eddie huffed. “What?”
“As if we don’t know what’s in your damn lunchbox, Munson,” he said, finding himself immediately falling back into the banter he’d developed with Eddie before –
“I don’t really know what’s going on here,” Eddie admitted with an awkward, nervous laugh. “You three might be the weirdest combination of buyers I’ve ever gotten.”
“Oh, we’re not –“ Nancy started, but Steve interrupted.
“I am,” he said, ignoring the looks from Nancy and Jonathan. He pulled out his wallet and made eye contact with Eddie. “I’ll –“ He paused, unsure of what to say. He’d never done this himself before. “I’ll take some weed. Uh – a joint? Uh. How much?”
Eddie looked at him with a furrowed brow and a frown on his lips. “Are you wearing a wire?”
Steve snorted a laugh. “Dude. What kind of operation do you think is being run in Nowhere fucking Indiana where a 17-year-old is wearing a wire for a drug bust on your tiny fucking lunchkit –“
“Okay! Okay,” Eddie conceded with a barely concealed laugh. Jonathan was openly laughing behind him, and Steve recognized the amused look on Nancy’s face.
Steve sighed when Eddie just kept looking at him like he didn’t believe him. “I’m being serious. If I’m not gonna have a social life anymore at least let me be high for it.”
“Amen,” Jonathan said quietly, and Steve choked down his laugh.
Finally, after a few more moments of silence where Eddie stared at his face, seemingly deciding whether or not to trust him, Eddie sighed and picked up his lunchbox. Steve let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.
“I’ll sell you a gram for twenty-five bucks. Do you want pre-rolled, or…” Eddie trailed off.
“Uh,” Steve said, unsure. “Yeah, that’ll probably be easier.”
Eddie opened his lunchbox and got to work rolling the joint. “Usually, it’s your friends I sell to,” he said conversationally.
“Not my friends,” Steve corrected, then awkwardly added, “I don’t have any of those.”
“We’re your friends, Steve,” Nancy said, and Steve could hear the pity that coated her voice.
“Didn’t you, like, dump him for him?” Eddie asked her, pointing first and Steve, then at Jonathan. Nancy huffed, took a breath to begin talking but Steve cut her off before she could begin.
"That's not what happened. Tommy and Carol told everyone that because they're pissed off that I don't wanna hang out with them anymore. Me and Nance are fine. Me and Jonathan are fine. Look. I know you're overcharging me so badly right now but I don't care enough to fight you on it. Can you please just sell me the weed?"
Eddie frowned. “Fifteen.”
Steve looked at him incredulously.
"What can I say? You guilt tripped me and I'm a sucker.” Eddie held out the joint. “Just. Take it."
"Thanks, Munson." Steve said, taking it and stuffing it in a zipper inside his backpack.
Eddie closed and shut his lunchbox, then stepped away from the table and gave a little bow. "King Steve."
"Just Steve."
Eddie looked at him through calculating eyes. "Just Steve, then."
The three of them waited until Eddie was far enough away before taking seats at the table.
Nancy started after a short awkward beat. "Look, start hanging out with us at school. I have mutual friends with Robin, somehow we'll get it through her head that you aren't a bad guy and then it's just a matter of winning her over again -"
"It really isn't like that; I’ve told you a million times, she's my best friend.” Steve said. “And I already just started fucking crying in front of her, I think the ship has sailed."
"Don’t say that, man," Jonathan said. "Just… give it time. Let the school get used to the new you. Maybe you can figure out if she's got a job and apply wherever she works and do whatever you did at Starcourt to make her like you."
Steve sighed. He already knew where Robin worked; she'd told him about the job she had before Scoops. "She's working at a hair salon as a receptionist right now."
"Sorry, they let Robin be in charge of answering phones and setting up appointments?" Nancy asked with an incredulous giggle.
"She doesn't last long," Steve admitted with a little laugh.
The bell rang, interrupting them and signaling the start of another day. Steve sighed to himself and stood, following Nancy and Jonathan into the school. At least he had somewhere to sit at lunch now.
And the chance to get high tonight.
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britcision · 1 year
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A second WIP Wednesday in this chapter, but gods willing and the creek don’t rise we will not see a third! I’m just trying to see if I can squish both Harley and Constantine in at the end… and the answer is probably not 😔
But, that’s what next chapter is for! And for now y’all can enjoy an excerpt from the tail end of this one! All good things must come to an end
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Yeah This Might As Well Happen
As Harley followed Bruce out of the room, Sam’s phone began buzzing dramatically in her pocket. Abandoning her quest for the thermos, she pulled it out and glanced down.
Grinned wickedly. She’d been expecting this for a while now actually.
“Aw, look, my parents saw our selfies on Twitter,” she cooed sarcastically, Manson Party Voice making a brief return.
Danny scooted just a little away from the still buzzing phone.
“So are you gonna get that?” He asked as Alfred brought him a perfectly reheated plate. “What? Oh, thanks.”
Sam shrugged, hit speakerphone, and set it on the table. They’d posted those pictures pretty much solely for the incoming reaction.
“Hey mom, what’s up?” She said sweetly, still in her public facing voice.
Her mother did not sound nearly as composed.
“SAMANTHA. Where ARE you?! What are you wearing?! Where are your clothes and WHY, in the name of all that’s good, are you anywhere near HARLEY QUINN?! Have you been kidnapped?!”
Sam rolled her eyes hard enough that Tucker faked a fatal injury across the table. She flipped him off as Tim and Duke stifled laughs.
“Yes, mother, I have been kidnapped and just answered my phone completely normally. I’m at the Waynes’,” she added quickly, before her mother could jump to conclusions.
And gave her some new conclusions to jump to instead, but who cared. Still, something seemed to be sticking in her mom’s mind.
“With Harley Quinn?” She asked suspiciously after a moment’s silence.
Which, to be fair, was kind of a good point.
“Apparently she’s a family friend? Like Grandma and Ivy,” Sam added delicately, a vicious satisfaction rising through her.
She’d gotten to say her piece at the gala yesterday and had thought she was done, but. Well. Years of restriction and so on.
She was definitely still having fun winding her parents up.
Her mom’s sharp intake of breath was clearly audible even over the phone, and then the shouting started again.
“Samantha MANSON do not even THINK about going anywhere with that woman! You have responsibilities! School! Your work! We’re coming to pick you up RIGHT NOW, and… where are your CLOTHES?!”
Alfred cleared his throat from behind them, where he’d stayed from delivering Danny’s dinner. Sam half turned and he raised a brow, inclining his head slightly.
She scooted her chair out of the way to let him get closer to the phone, waving a hand.
“If I may interject,” Alfred said calmly, not a trace that anything was even slightly amiss, “the young lady’s clothes are in the dryer at present. They will be finished shortly.”
Another long silence. Her mom probably realizing that Sam had her on speaker. And that she would still be on speaker the next time she spoke.
Finally she choked out a terse, “thank you. I do hope she has been behaving herself. We will be there to pick you up in half an hour, Sammy, and we will Have Words.”
Which Sam kinda doubted, given where the hotel was and how long it had taken Danny and Bruce to get back, but time would tell.
At least they weren’t hiring a helicopter.
It sucked to have to leave, but she’d have needed to head out soon anyway. Her flight back to university would be leaving this evening, and at least this way she could hang out with the others until her parents arrived.
No reason not to needle them more though.
“Aw but mom, I’m having such a good time hanging out with Cass,” she sighed, switching from Party to Heartfelt Woe expertly.
Down beyond Steph, Cass stifled a giggle. It clearly sent Sam’s mom into another spiral of conflicting emotions; delight, hope, ecstasy, and ongoing horror at the presence of Harley.
Who, technically, was no longer present in the room, but telling her mom that would only make her feel better, so Sam wasn’t gonna bother.
Honestly, if she wanted to run away and be an ecoterrorist with Pamela Isley, she could just ask Grandma to text her. She didn’t need kidnapping.
Still, apparently the risk of a close contact with Poison Ivy outweighed her mom’s desire to see her cozy up with the Waynes.
It’d have been real sweet if it had been a worry for Sam’s health instead of a worry about what Sam would do to other peoples’ health. The lack of trust stung, truly.
“We’ll be there in half an hour, Sammy. Get your clothes back on and say thank you for having you,” her mom warned, tone sharp and clipped.
And then hung up the phone before anyone could argue, because while she never used to listen to Sam before, she did somehow still know her. Ah well.
Sam sighed, stuffing the phone back into her borrowed pocket.
“Guess my parole has ended. I’ve gotta get back for my next semester anyway, but you have my number?” She asked Steph, looking from her back to Cass.
Both women nodded enthusiastically, Steph sighing and slumping forward into the table.
“Do you really have to go? Harley probably won’t be done with Brucie by then, you’ll miss the best part!”
But in all honesty, Sam wasn’t too upset about that. She’d made her feelings perfectly clear via thermos, and if Jason wasn’t satisfied with Bruce’s real apology she could always come back.
So she shrugged, grinning.
“Guess it’s my turn to get the video recap once it’s all over. You guys’ll film it for me, right?” She asked, looking from Danny to Tucker.
Both of whom gave her a thumbs up.
“We should make a new group chat,” Tucker mused eagerly, already pulling his phone up, “one for all of us.”
“Then we’d know which galas you were coming to!” Steph agreed at once, her own phone magically appearing in hand.
Dick snickered, leaning back in his seat.
“Said like Steph’s ever let Bruce drag her to one against her will,” he teased and Steph flipped him off.
“Hey, if you’d had the good sense not to let him adopt you you wouldn’t have to do them either,” Steph told him primly. Dick rolled his eyes.
“I’m his ward, not adopted,” he argued mostly futilely, and Sam snickered.
“And still have to go apparently. Doesn’t the ward thing end once you’re a legal adult?” She asked innocently.
Dick gave her a deadpan stare.
“Ma’am, if you want to try and wrest an orphan from the hands of Bruce Wayne you be my fucking guest, I gave up years ago.”
Which, fair. Their rifts had been legendary enough to make the circuit. She toasted him with her phone and settled back.
“Point taken. If being a cop didn’t make him give you up nothing will,” she added slyly, and Dick mimed grievous injury, slumping forward onto the table as the others laughed.
Grinning her triumph, Sam turned back to Alfred.
“So if you just show me where the laundry room is I can grab my clothes?” She offered, trying yet again to be helpful.
Being from a rich family didn’t mean having no damn manners, no matter how often it looked like it.
The old man gave her another of his extremely arch expressions, an eyebrow rising as if to question her impertinence. He had to be fucking with her.
“I shall bring your clothes to the downstairs bathroom on this hall when they are done so that you may change, Miss Manson,” he said coolly.
She’d never heard anything like it.
It didn’t sound like he was upset or offended the way people usually did when their voices iced over that sharply. Just… not an ounce of wiggle room.
Not a sliver of a hint that anything he was saying would not happen exactly as he’d decreed it. He sounded more imperious than a king, and she’d seen those.
Sam kinda imagined that’d be what Clockwork would sound like if she ever met the guy.
Duke misinterpreted her decidedly impressed stare with a wry chuckle, apparently misinterpreting her expression.
Fair, since he couldn’t know she was comparing him to the living manifestation of Time.
Well. Ghostly manifestation. Same difference.
“Miss Manson’s probably the best you’ll get out of him,” Duke said almost apologetically, grinning. “It’s gonna be that or Miss Samantha.”
Which admittedly was enough to make her turn to face him, curiosity peaked.
“What do you mean?” She asked, glancing back up at Alfred.
She couldn’t read anything but serenity in his face, but mild amusement practically radiated off him. She’d have to ask Danny what he saw in his aura.
Dick took this one too, sitting back in his seat and grinning at her.
“Alfie’s serious about the whole “proper titles and full names” thing. I’ve been trying for almost twenty years to make him call me “Dick”, and I think he’d be slower to give that up than Bruce’d be to unadopt me,” he explained cheerfully, arm tossed over the back of his chair.
Alfred treated him to a slowly raised eyebrow too.
“As you say, Master Richard,” he agreed placidly and Sam pressed her lips together on a smile.
She didn’t have to turn around to know exactly what face Danny would be making. The last thing he needed was another scary old man full naming him.
And right on cue…
“Uh… can I specifically request Mister Fenton then?” Danny asked and sure enough when she turned, yup, he even had his hand in the air like a child.
Alfred treated him to that calm stare as well.
“May I ask why, Mister Daniel?” He asked, clearly prodding despite every line of both face and posture oozing nothing but polite respect.
Danny fully flinched, which was interesting. He barely reacted whenever Vlad said his name.
Sam adjusted her opinion of Alfred along a couple “scarier than Vlad” levels.
“I have name-related trauma from another billionaire who refuses to call me anything but that,” Danny admitted sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck. “It’s a really not-fun association.”
“Vlad again?” Tim asked from across the table, sounding sympathetic.
Danny pulled a face at him, sort of grimacing more than a smile.
“Oh yeah. And let’s just say he also does it in super bad situations, so I’d be happier to just never hear it again.”
Sam peaked back over her shoulder at Alfred, wondering what he’d do with this news.
If Danny was gonna be a fixture in Jason’s life (and let’s be honest, he’d be a fixture in Jason’s bedroom by the end of the month), and Jason was a fixture in Alfred’s… they’d see more of each other.
Everyone knew Bruce had been basically raised by Alfred. If he was half as emotionally constipated…
But there was an actual human expression on the old man’s face now, and it looked a damn sight like shame. He cleared his throat, drawing their attention back to him.
“My apologies, Mister Fenton. Would you perhaps prefer Mister Danny?” He asked, which would have seemed completely innocuous on its own.
Dick slammed both fists into the table, making half the table burst into giggles.
“Fucking SERIOUSLY?! Is it just me! This is bullshit Alfie!” He declared dramatically.
Tim looked equally gobsmacked, jaw on the proverbial floor as he stared at Alfred, and even Steph looked put out and impressed.
Danny, deeply confused but relieved, stuck his tongue out at Dick.
“Hey, if you want another overly possessive and creepy billionaire determined to control your life you’re welcome to take him off my hands,” he declared smugly, and Sam snorted a laugh.
There was a decided devilry in young Damian’s face too, which vanished almost immediately after it appeared as the youngest spoke up.
“Honestly, Richard, you must admit that Danny’s situation is decidedly more grave than your own,” he said simply, a strong undercurrent of smugness under the words.
Tim threw both hands into the air so hard he almost tipped his chair over.
“Him too?! Come the fuck ON!” He proclaimed to the world at large as Duke snorted half a glass of water out of his nose in a choked laugh.
Tim gave him a hearty slap on the back that was probably supposed to help, the younger boy still wheezing and gasping for air, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge him.
There was clearly something of an inside joke going on, and it wasn’t exactly a complicated one.
Danny had already settled back in his seat, perfectly happy with the consternation he’d caused, and Sam joined him.
Watching the dramatics of the extended Wayne clan was even better at home than it had been at the gala. For a show this good, she’d have bought tickets.
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Damian will probably go straight back to last names, but even he has that secret Wayne ability to commit to the bit 😏
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kyrenasfics · 2 years
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Lost (I Want You To Stay) | Jeong Jaehyun
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PAIRING ➾ CEO!Jaehyun x reader
GENRE(S) ➾ fake dating!au, romance, smut, angst
WARNING(S) ➾ fingering, teasing, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, first time, hickeys, cowgirl, breeding kink, language
WORD COUNT : 14k
SUMMARY | You have never thought of you could pay off all the debts your father owned, until you met your life savior, Jeong Jaehyun.
PLAYLIST(S) : Jaehyun - Lost, 鐘嘉欣(Linda Chung) - 發誓, WayV- 真實謊言 Say It, Taeyeon - Ending Credits, NCT 127 - Knock On, Christine Glass - My love will get you home
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A/N : pls take note that english is not my first language and enjoy!💚 STAY SAFE EVERYONE! (abeoji - father & eomeoni - mother)
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Girls at this age should be longing for love, pursue their dreams but you can never be like them because you need to pay off all the debts your father owes. In this family, you just left you and your mom.
Your mother had blood cancer, she has to do chemotherapy every week. You needs to support your mom’s chemotherapy costs and on the other hand you needs to pay off your father’s debts. So you are forced to start working and earn money after graduating from high school. You’ve tried all kinds of different part-time jobs regardless how hard it is, you still have to do it. Even though you had a big dream studying in medical but you know very well that you don't have the time and money to think of all these, what you need to do is to earn more money to pay for your mom's chemotherapy costs and clear the debt your father had owed.
Today as usual, you go to a restaurant to work until one o’clock in the afternoon you went to work at another different restaurant. After your dinner, you took a quick shower then go to work at a convenience store you work every night.
Today as usual, you go to a restaurant to work until one o’clock in the afternoon you went to work at another different restaurant. After your dinner, you took a quick shower then go to work at a convenience store you work every night.
Today as usual, you go to a restaurant to work until one o’clock in the afternoon you went to work at another different restaurant. After your dinner, you took a quick shower then go to work at a convenience store you work every night.
“If I were you, I feel like I've dead for a hundred times. You're amazing, if I had to get up so early and working non stop until 1am, I'd really die.” Your friend Kate comes to visit you whenever she’s free, she worked at a club a few streets away from here.
“Kate, I have no choice. If I had a choices, I wouldn’t makes my life so hard and I have to make sure mom doesn't suffer from her cancer and... pay off the debt.” You are restocking the empty shelves.
“Hey, what about working in the bar with me? They pay well, I work there three days a week and they pay me $100 per week. I was just a part timer if you work full time you probably can earn faster than working at this convenience store.” Kate’s eyes full of anticipation.
‘Working in a bar?’ yes you really needs money.
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Today is you officially starts working at the bar with Kate, you quit the restaurant and conversation store part-time and work full time at the bar. Kate has class everyday so she only works on every Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays at night with you.
“Who are them? They don’t feel like joining others.” You saw four man sitting at the corner that’s why you asked. “Them? Never mess with them, they’re bunch of rich kids you can never mess with so just don’t stare at them and continue doing your stuff and listen to what I say.” Kate mumble softly. “They will come here once in every month, like literally just once in a month. Every time they only allow Karina to approach them but no one else are allowed. The one in suit is Jeong Group’s only son, Jeong Jaehyun.” Kate pretending she’s washing a wine glass but she’s talking to you softly.
“Jeong Group is the richest family in Asia. Have you heard of ‘JEONG Resort’ before? It’s a resort run by Jeong Group and the boys with him is his friends. The blonde one Johnny Suh, his family run a law firm which is the most strongest law firm in Korea. The long hair guy Nakamoto Yuta he is a Japanese, his family run a business in Korea. The last one, Jeong Sungchan, Jaehyun’s cousin.” You nod and mouth slightly opened amazed by their background. “He’s gorgeous, no I mean they’re gorgeous especially Johnny is super hot. Unfortunately, they only comes once in a month.” Kate exhale hardly. You never get a chance to see how gorgeous Jeong Jaehyun looks like that night, as his back is facing you the entire night and you are wondering how gorgeous is he now.
“Jaehyun, what happened did you notice you are frowning the whole night? We are here to relax and we only meet once in a month, at least smile.” Johnny laughs at Jaehyun. “Don't remind me of it, it’s very annoying ” Jaehyun exhale sharply. “Tell us what happened, we are best friends we can solve it together for you. What is it about? Company?” Johnny asked. “Haha, his mom arranged a blind date for him.” Sungchan laughing.
“A blind date? Hahaha I’m sorry Jaehyun, I’ll take back what I just said.” Johnny laughing and Jaehyun rolled his eyes. “I told you, it’s very annoying. How many times I’ve to tell my mom I don’t need a girlfriend but she’s just… so worry.” Jaehyun exhale sharply. “Wait, I thought she is trying to match you with Irene?” Yuta tilted his head aside. “Yes, she did but she still arrange blind dates for me.” Jaehyun took a sip of his wine. “Isn’t Irene good enough for you? She’s pretty, nice heritage and you know.” “She has a nice body.” Yuta smirked.
“It's not if she is beautiful or not or her heritage, it's that I don't need a girlfriend, I’m happy being single.” Jaehyun explain. “Jaehyun don’t you think it's not that you're single or have a girlfriend? It's you who need an heir, don't you understand what auntie trying to mean?” “I can adopt a kid if I want.” Jaehyun crossing his arms. “Jae you don’t understand? Want an heir who sheds their blood, not an adopted children.” Johnny trying to convince. “Let say if I listen to you but I don't love her either. Wouldn't that be a waste of our time?” Jaehyun exhale sharply.
“If you're so repulsive maybe you can tell your mom you have a girlfriend and then you go find another girl to pretend your girlfriend, maybe it can stopping your mom from arranging a blind date for awhile?” Johnny giving Jaehyun an advise. “Then, what about the kids they want?” Jaehyun asked. “You can make one easily just by your face you know.” Yuta smirked. “Take your time and look for a girl you really loves, Jae.” Johnny looking at Jaehyun in a very serious face. “Okay guess I know what to do thanks.” Jaehyun nod.
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It’s a Thursday afternoon, Kate didn't work with you today as she got class. In the afternoon, there are usually a few people and most of them come alone to have a drink but in the evening there are more groups come to drink.
You are washing some wine glass at the sink area. “Hey beauty.” Suddenly someone speak up and touches your shoulder and you startled. There is a person and you thought he wanted to order a drink but you are wrong. “Yes. Can I help you?” You asked but his hand sliding down from your arm to your waist and he suddenly wrap his arm around your waist and pull your closer to him.
“Wha-what do you want.” Your voice trembling and you tried your best to push him away but he’s too strong. “Do you wa-“ “Hey respect ladies.” A man pulled the person away. “Do what she want, don’t you see she’s pushing you away?” The man staring at that person and grabbing his wrist. The person seems like he’s in pain as he trying to get off his hand from the man, “I-I’m sorry please let me go.” “Apologies to her, not me.” “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” The person say to you. “It’s okay, I’m just shocked.” You smiling and feeling embarrass. The man then let go his hand and the person ran out of the bar.
“You okay?” He ask and sat down on a bar stool at the bar counter. “Yeah. I’m just startled by his sudden hug.” You smiled. “Oh, what do you want?” “One Long Island please, thank you.” You then turned around and start bartending his drink. “Why did you work at a bar?” You are kinda shocked from the way he ask so directly. “Um, personal reason.” You smile. “Mind if I know?” “My mom is sick, I need a lot of money.” You smile coldly. “How much do you need?” The man asked.
It’s not a problem to tell him how much you need but why? why do he wants to know it’s not like if you tell him he could give you the amount you needs but you still tell him. “I don’t know. Just a lot maybe in future I need even more then I expect.” You smile coldly. “I can lend you.” He say but you laughed. Lend you? Like who you are to him? “You don’t even know me and you dare to lend me? What if I did not pay you back?” You asked. “Yes I’m sure you’ll pay me back. How much do you need?” “I need at least $200,000. You can help?” You started to have a little hope but just as he was about to answer you, his phone rang.
He mouthed you a sorry then he went out to answer the call. He come back, “I’m sorry I’ve some urgent stuff to do. I’ll come back again.” He left the bar. You knew it, he must be scared off by the amount you need, you give up the idea of someone can lend you the money you need and continue your work.
The next day Jaehyun came to the bar again to look look for you because there was an urgent yesterday and he left halfway through talking to you.
“Hi.” Jaehyun greet the girl who is standing around the bar counter. “Um, is the black long straight hair girl here today?” Jaehyun asking the girl. “You mean (Y/N)?” She titled her head aside. “I think so…” Jaehyun nod his head slow. “Oh, she just left. She received a call and she left, seems like something very serious.” She said. “Do you know her address?” Jaehyun asked. “I'm not sure but she should be back soon.” She said.
Jaehyun nod and decided to wait for you at the bar. Whenever he hear the door opens he’ll raise his head to see if you're back. It's been 3 hours since he’s waiting here and he still can't wait for you to come back, he should have a meeting today but he extended it to later. “Mr Jeong, it’s time.” Mr Song, Jaehyun’s bodyguard came in to tell Jaehyun. Jaehyun wanted to wait for you but he couldn’t, he had a very important meeting now and so he left the bar.
This morning, you received a call from the hospital your mom are in as they said they found a suitable bone marrow for your mom so you immediately drop down everything and went to the hospital. As what the attending physician say the whole surgery need at least $200,000 and let him know within a week if you decide to perform this operation. $200,000 is a very very large amount for you although you've been saving money all the time just for this moment but nowhere you could reach $200,000 such a big amount in a week.
You thought of a lot of way to raise money, at the end you decide to borrow from your friends. It doesn't matter how much if you can pooled $200,000 or not, the most important thing is at least you can pool some money and the balance you will try to raise again. You're going to find a way to get mom to perform this operate no matter how.
Jaehyun went to L.A. for a urgent meeting after the day he came to look for you. He regretted why he doesn’t wait until you come back, although he will be back to Seoul in 3 days but maybe you need the money urgently. He was absent-minded during the 3 days business trip, he just wanted to finish it as soon as possible and come back to look for you. He don’t want why he was doing this but he had the urge to look for you.
3 days later, he finally done everything in L.A. When his plane landed in Seoul it was 7 o’clock in the morning and he came to the bar to look you first before he even got home although he didn't know if the bar was open or not. Mr Song stopped by in front of the bar and then he get off the car to look for you. “Hi, is this Miss (Y/N)?” Mr Song asked and you nod, “yeah I am.” “Mr Jeong is looking for you outside.” and Mr song leads you to his car and he open the car door for you.
You are confused but you saw the man who keep you out of trouble sitting inside the car and you frowned but when you were about ask him, he speaks first before you did. “Get in the car first.” and you did what he say, you got in his car. “You the person who saved me that day right?” You frown and titled your head. Jaehyun nod and speak up, “Here’s $300,00 I lend you more just in case you need it urgently.” Jaehyun pass you a cheque with amount $300,000 written on it. You are shocked, like a stranger you just knew 4 days ago is lending you $300,000? Without any condition?
“But on one condition.” You knew it, there is no such thing as a free lunch Jaehyun seems to read your mind, he directly say out what is in your mind. “Pretend to be my girlfriend and you don’t have to pay me back.” Jaehyun statement is clear but you are just curious, why you? “But why me?” You asked. “Because I need someone who I have a reason to exchange. You need money for your mom, I have money to exchange. Simple to understand?” Jaehyun raised his brows and you nod slowly.
“So. What’s your answer? If you need some time to think about, you can.” Jaehyun thrusts his tongue into his cheek. You sucked in your lower lips as you are thinking. Is it worth it? Of course it did worth it, getting $300,000 for free just fake dating a stranger, an extremely gorgeous man. But what is his purpose? You don’t know his purpose for asking you to do this. What if he was doing something illegal? Should you ask him what was his purpose? You are too focus on thinking and did not notice Jaehyun is looking at you all the time
“My mom wants me to date a girl but I’m too busy to manage a relationship so I just want her to reassured.” Your eyes open wide, he once again read your mind. “I accept your condition.” You decide decisively, there is no any way faster than to make money like this. “You’ve made the best choice. I believe we can have a good cooperation.” Jaehyun reached out his hand to shake with yours. “I haven’t introduced myself properly to you, I’m Jeong Jaehyun.” Jaehyun hand you his name card. “You are Jeong Jaehyun?” You parted your mouth. “Is there any problem with my name?” Jaehyun furrow his brows. “No… no.” You shake your head. Kate is right, Jeong Jaehyun is gorgeous.
“Are you free tomorrow night?” Jaehyun asked. “I have to work.” You said. “Can you skip one day? I’m bringing you home to meet my parents.” Jaehyun asked. “Um…” you sloshing your tongue. “I’ll pay you double of your salary.” Jaehyun said. It’s not about the salary, it’s just things go too fast. “Do I have to meet your parents this fast? Are them going to trust you?” Your voice shaking as you scare Jaehyun would feel annoy from you asking so much. “Yes. They will.” Jaehyun said. So you have no choice and you nod but you don't need him to pay you again, “you don’t have to pay me again, you already given more than what I need for my mom, thanks for helping me.” You said. “You’re welcome. We are just helping each other, it’s another way of exchange.” Jaehyun said. You don’t know why you feel a bit upset from what he said.
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You take an uber to Jaehyun's house. You are shocked when the uber driver tells you that you have arrived your destination, it's a big mansion. But yeah of course, he’s the richest in entire Asia. So you get off the car and someone open the big gate for you, they probably have a safety guard for living in such a big mansion. Until the man yesterday at the bar who said Jaehyun wanted to see you, walked out the door to welcome you. “Hi Miss (Y/N), this way please.” He gesture you to go inside. You bow politely and thanked him then follow him going inside.
He leads you to the living room and you sit on the couch. “I’ll be going to informing Mr Jeong and Mrs Jeong that you’ve arrived.” He bowed and you nod. You siting there, playing with your finger, you’ve never seen a big house such as this ever in your life. Chandelier hanging high on the ceiling, grand piano is displayed in the middle of the living room, a few artful paintings hanging on the wall, the water in the swimming pool is reflected into the house through the large floor-to-ceiling windows.
“Oh my darling. Sorry for keep you waiting.” A woman coming down fro the stairs, probably Jaehyun’s mom. “Aw, you look so good my darling.” She said and come forward to hug you. “Thank you. Mrs Jeong.” and you return the hug. “Just Auntie, we’ll soon to be a family.” She says happily and you just smile embarrassedly. “Come, I’ve prepared dinning.” She hold your hands and bring you to the dinning table. Jaehyun came down the stairs and sat down next to you, he’s wearing a black shirt and blue pants.
“Oh my baby boy, we have a guest today, you should wear nicer.” Jaehyun’s mom babble on Jaehyun’s wearing. “Eomeoni, I’m not a baby anymore.” Jaehyun exhale sharply. “No. You’ll always be my baby boy.” Jaehyun’s mom smiling happily. “How long have you two been dating?” Jaehyun’s mom asked while all of you were eating. “A while.” Jaehyun answered. “Ah, no wonder you always don’t want to meet other girls I arranged for you, because you’re already dating (Y/N).” Jaehyun’s mom smile happily. “Um yeah.” Jaehyun smile, his deep dimple appeared. Jaehyun's mom nod and smiled with satisfaction.
“Oh it’s already so late, just stay the night.” Jaehyun’s mom said excitedly. “Eomeoni (Y/N) is-“ You didn’t wait for Jaehyun to finish, “Yeah sure.” You smiled. “You don’t have to do this.” Jaehyun murmur softly beside your ears. “It’s okay, as long as she’s happy. You see, she’s smiling so happy now. I like seeing people happy.” You said and Jaehyun turned his to look at his mom, talking happily with his father. “Great! It's time to rest, Jaehyun take her to your room.” Jaehyun’s mom beaming happily and striking her palms of the hands together.
Jaehyun takes you to his room and his mom comes, “Um, you can take a shower first.” and you nods then went into his bathroom. “Jaehyun.” Jaehyun’s mom whispering softly from a far distance and gesturing him to come. Jaehyun walk towards his mom, “So when are you going to marry (Y/N)?” Jaehyun’s mom asking excitedly. “Eomeoni, I just met her in a while. Isn’t it too fast?” Jaehyun exhale sharply. “Noo, definitely not fast, I marry your father after we date for a year.” Jaehyun’s mom said, slightly angry. “You are almost 30 if you still don't get married.” Jaehyun’s mom crossing her arms. “Eomeoni, I’m just 25.” Jaehyun chuckled softly.
“I don’t care! You have to get married this year and I want my grandson in next year. Jaehyun’s mom pouted and poke Jaehyun’s arm. Jaehyun sighed, not knowing how to answer. “Alright alright.” Jaehyun nod and exhale sharply. “Good. And this is for (Y/N).” Jaehyun’s mom said and hand Jaehyun a long sleeve vintage nightgown then Jaehyun went back to his room. Jaehyun knocked on the bathroom door and hand you the nightgown his mom gave him. He sat on hid bed and thought about what his mom just said. ‘Married’ how was he supposed to make you marry him when everything is fake, it’s just a show to stop his mom from continue looking a date for him. He couldn’t figure it out and you come out from his bathroom.
“I’m done.” You said, playing with your finger because you are very nervous, you had never stay in a room with a man alone. “I’ll sleep on the floor.” Jaehyun said. “No, I’ll sleep on the floor.” You said worriedly. “No, I’ll sleep. Lady should sleep on the bed, okay. Stop arguing.” Jaehyun said and took a small mattress from his wardrobe then he lie on the mattress. You nod and walk to his bed then lie down as well. He off the light and you two are ready to sleep.
The moment you lie down on his bed, it feels like you can fall asleep immediately. You've never slept in such a comfortable, soft mattress but you still can’t sleep, maybe you're not used to other people's beds. Another 10 minutes passed, you are wondering if Jaehyun will be uncomfortable sleeping on that small mattress, will he not be able to sleep so you sat up from the bed. “Jaehyun?” You whisper softly, afraid that you might wake him if he is already asleep. Jaehyun hummed and turned to look at you. “Do you want to sleep on the bed? That mattress seems uncomfortable.” You move aside and pattng the bed gesturing him to sleep on the bed. “Yeah it did uncomfortable but nevermind.” Jaehyun said and smile softly. You admit you are melted from his smile. “No it’s okay, the bed is big enough to fit two person.” You said again. “Alright, thanks.” Jaehyun said, took his blanket and pillow then come join you in bed.
You fall asleep and you don't know what time it is but you feel an uncomfortable feeling on your stomach so you keep rolling here and there. Jaehyun seems to be woken up by your movement, “what happened?” Jaehyun ask and on the lamp on the nightstand on his side. “I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach, I think I have to go to the toilet.” You said then get up from the bed. When you turned around you saw red stain on Jaehyun’s bed sheet, you quickly check your nightgown, shit your period. “I’m sorry, My period should be on next week. I’m so sorry.” You keep apologising but Jaehyun just shook his head. “Stop apologising and clean up yourself first. I’ll go out for a while.” Jaehyun said then left the room. You can see Jaehyun's car going out of their mansion from the room's window. It’s really late already, where is he going?
You're a little overwhelmed, you are afraid to stain his bed sheet again so you keep standing next to the bed. Your period came early and you have no extra panties or pads with you and Jaehyun has been gone for almost half an hour. Did he felt disgusted? That’s why he left? You sighed.
Jaehyun went to the convenience store closest to his house. He look around to looking for where sanitary pads were. When he finally found it at the end he quickly walk towards it but he is now facing the biggest problem. He did not know anything about sanitary pads. He look around to see if any girls he could ask but no girl is around. So he took a basket and took every each brand and size.
Right after he paid, he is already heading back home but suddenly he thought of your panties have stained with blood, must be uncomfortable if you still used the same one. So he is looking everywhere to find a store that still sells panties at such a late hour and finally he found after like looked for 10 store then he quickly went back home.
He enter his bedroom with a big pack of… pads? You literally shocked. You mouth opened wide. “I saw many different kinds of brands and size, so I just took all.” He said. “Thanks…” You speak softly and slightly smiling at how dumb he is. “And I bought you a panties. I thought it must be uncomfortable if you use the same one.” Jaehyun said and hand you the panties. “Thanks…” You mumble softly, kinda shy.
“You should get to change.” Jaehyun said, gesturing you to go change in his bathroom. “What about the bed sheet…” You mumble softly. “I’ll take care of it, go.” Jaehyun said and h starting taking off the bed sheet. You nod and went into his bathroom. A while later, he knocked on the bathroom door and give you a dress shirt. “Sorry, my room have no female pajamas, I hope you don’t mind.” Jaehyun said, turning his away while handing you his dress shirt. “I- It’s okay, thank you.” You said, quickly took his dress shirt from him the come out from his bathroom, he already changed a new bed sheet.
His dress shirt is long enough to cover, but it's still a little insecurely wearing a man’s dress shirt. When Jaehyun see you walking out of his bathroom with you in his dress shirt, you couldn’t say it’s not tempting at all and he tried his best to suppressors eager. “I heard hot water help to release some pain.” Jaehyun said and handed you a glass of hot water. “Thanks.” You take it, sat on the bed and drink it slow. “Do you always have period pain?” Jaehyun ask curiously but you laughed. “I think every woman have period pain, if she doesn’t have it she must be a monster haha.” You laughed.
“I’m just curious but how does it feels?” Jaehyun asked. “Um, sharp and stabbing or a consistent, dull pain. You'll feel them lower in the abdomen than our stomach and the pain sometimes can reach to upper legs and lower back.” You said, feeling what you are describing in your stomach now and you start rubbing your stomach to make it warmer.
“Alright we should sleep, it’s already very late.” You put down the glass water and lie down but you still feel the pain so you curl yourself up and softly rubbing your stomach hopefully to release some pain. “Do you mind if I help you? You look really uncomfortable.” Jaehyun asked. “Y-yeah sure.” You stuttered. Jaehyun is thinking he should slip his hand under your shirt or on your shirt. Slowly his hand reaching under your shirt and then he softly place it on your stomach.
Your stomach is the most sensitive part of your whole body and his slow pace accidentally tickles you and you let out a giggle. “I’m sorry.” He said and now he softly rubbing your stomach, his hand are big and it very warm. “It’s okay.” You said, bitting your lips.
It's really a test of endurance for Jaehyun now as if his hand travel a little more upward he will be reaching to your breast. Downwards, it’s a place where every man can't stand, him as well. And you're even wearing his dress shirt, it's very tempting and it’s a real hard task for him. He tried not to think of ‘that’ and think of others and he found you already fell asleep. Jaehyun waits until he hear your soft snore only he sleep but his hand never leave your stomach, make sure to keep you warm the entire night.
The next morning, Jaehyun’s mom wanting to peek at the two of you so she sneaks into Jaehyun's room and gently opens his door to peek at the two of you. She was very excited and happy when she saw you sleeping in the same bed and then noticed that you were sleeping very close together, she thought it was not too far away from having her grandson. She happily ran back to Jaehyun’s father, “I think we can start preparing a new house for both of them.” Jaehyun’s mom telling Jaehyun’s father happily.
“You know what I saw? Jaehyun is sleeping so close to her, our son will never do that to any girl. Oh god, I’ll be having a grandson soon, I think I’ll have to start shopping some new clothes for my lovely grandson.” Jaehyun’s mom said excitedly. “Are you sure our son is not fooling us?” Jaehyun’s father said. “Of course not! If you see how close they’re sleeping with each other by your eyes, you’ll know he’s not fooling us.” Jaehyun’s mom say with certainty. “Well then, hopefully he won’t disappoint us.” Jaehyun’s father chuckle softly.
Jaehyun actually already awake when his mom comes in but he pretended to sleep to show his mom what she wanted to see. But Jaehyun unconsciously looks at your sleeping figure and he puts strands of hair on your face behind your ears. At this time, he don’t know why, but suddenly there was an idea in his mind that if you were carrying his baby inside of you. He gently caress your stomach and the corners of his mouth twitched at the thought of you carrying his child. He know he shouldn’t thought of this but the truth to say, you are pretty and he starting to get a little bit too into this fake dating setup but you waking up broke his imagination.
“Good morning.” is the first thing he said to you. “Good morning.” you said and rubbing your eyes, realizing his hand were still on your stomach. “Thanks for the night, your hand are very warming. It relieves a lot of pains.” You smiled. “You’re welcome. You should wash up, I'll send you home later.” You nod and get off the bed to his bathroom and he went downstairs to look for something to eat.
Jaehyun’s mom running out from the kitchen when he heard Jaehyun’s footstep. “Oh my precious son, you did a great job. How was the night? Is (Y/N) okay?” Jaehyun’s mom patted his shoulder and ask with excitement in her eyes. “How did you know?” Jaehyun eyes open wide. “I saw your bed sheet were inside the washing machine so I took them out and saw blood stain on it. Are you tired? Do you need more rest, oh nope not you, do (Y/N) need more rest? Oh I think I should prepare some milk, yogurt, cheese, lactose-free milk and fortified soy milk and yogurt for (Y/N).” Jaehyun’s mom said excitedly. “Eomeoni what are you doing that for?” Jaehyun furrowed his brows. “Aren’t you two making love last night?” Jaehyun’s mom titled her head aside and clapping her hands together.
“Oh eomeoni, what are you thinking, (Y/N) is on her period. The blood stain is just her period.” Jaehyun slaps his own forehead. Jaehyun's mother immediately turned into a sad face. “So when are you going to make a baby with (Y/N)!” Jaehyun’s mom yelling loud. “Eomeoni, be quiet. (Y/N) is still here.” Jaehyun cover his mom’s mouth. “I don’t care! She’ll soon to be our family so there’s nothing to hide.” Jaehyun’s mom pouted. “We haven’t get married though…” Jaehyun say softly. Instantly Jaehyun’s mom eyes lit up again, “so are you meaning you are panning to purpose?” “Eomeoni…” Jaehyun sighed and then you came down. “Okay stop this topic already alright, (Y/N) is coming down.” Jaehyun said then went back to living room.
“Are you okay? Still in pain?” Jaehyun asked. “I’m much better, thank you.” You smile and sat down on the dinning chair. “I’ve bake some bread, try one.” Jaehyun’s mom come out of the kitchen with some breads in her hands. “Thanks Auntie.” You smile and take one from her and take a bite of the bread. “It’s nice.” You hummed as you are eating the bread happily. “I’m glad you like it.” She’s smiling happily. “Jaehyun you should bring (Y/N) home often, I still have a lot of food to let her try.” Jaehyun’s mom tell Jaehyun but looking at you happily. “I’ll.” this time Jaehyun have no more rejection because he also hopes to see you more often and to spend the night with you. Seeing you eating happily is really healing, and he wish he could do it forever.
After you have eaten breakfast, Jaehyun's mother kept chatting with you and Jaehyun went to the study room for a video conference. After two hours of video conference, he was about to go to work. He intend to went downstairs and tell you he’s going to send you home now but there was no one in the living room so he went to the kitchen to check if you are there or not. He sees you in an apron from a distance, holding a mixing bowl and cake whisk in hand, and he starts to imagine if you married to him and making cake for your kids, the corners of his mouth rise involuntarily.
You talk with him while he's driving you home. “I’m sorry if my mom keeps bordering you.” Jaehyun apologies. “No, she’s not. She looks happy, and I always hope to bake with my mom but she couldn’t.” You said, suddenly felt heavy-laden. “Um, I’ve never asked about your mom, what happened to her?” Jaehyun asked. “She have blood cancer, and my father… he left us with a huge debt.” You exhale sharply, although you have paid off the debt now but your mother's cancer still worries you a lot. “So that’s the reason why you need so much money and work in a bar?” Jaehyun asked and you nod. “If you need my help, I’m always here.” Jaehyun said. “You’ve already helped me a lot, I’m very contented.” You smiled.
“Oh I’ve arrived.” You said and unbuckled your seat belt. “You live here?” Jaehyun asked, looking at the old buildings. “Nope, I live there.” You pointing towards an alley. “Across the alley and walk down a stairs. Cars can't get in there, so I'll get off here.” You said. “Thanks for the ride.” You smiled and get off his car but he also get off, “I’ll walk you home.” Jaehyun said and walk together with you. It has a distance from where Jaehyun dropped by you just now, you nodded and he walk through the alley and walk down the staircase with you until you reached a timber door, “I’ve reached, thanks.” You said and open the door. “Mind if I come in?” Jaehyun asked.
“I don’t mind but it’s very small.” You laughed embarrassedly and Jaehyun step into your house. “How long have you been living here?” Jaehyun asked. “I think 4 year? My father left us 4 year ago., after that we moved into here” You laughed embarrassedly and clearing out a space on the couch for Jaehyun to sit. “Please sit, sorry it’s messy. We only sleep and eat here, we don’t usually sit on this couch.” You said embarrassedly. “It’s okay.” Jaehyun smiled. You turned around to pour him a glass of water, “here you go.” “Thanks.” Jaehyun smiled. “Your mom is currently staying at the hospital?” Jaehyun asked, drinking the water you gave him. “Yeah, it’s just me alone, staying at here now.” You nod.
“Is her cancer serious?” Jaehyun asked. “When we just found out, she’s in the third stage but at that time my father had already left us. We couldn't pay for the treatment, so it became more serious later, but fortunately now we have got the suitable bone marrow and you are willing to lend me money, otherwise I really don't know what to do to pool so much money.” You sighed. “I am really thank you, you saved my mom, you are my life saver.” You say it from the bottom of your heart.
“If you really want to thank me… date me. I mean like not just a show to my mom, is really dating you with all my heart.” Jaehyun say and looking at you. “You must be kidding me, I'm just a very ordinary girl, I'm out of your league.” You laughed. “(Y/N), I’m very serious. I hope you can think about it. You don’t have to let me know right now, you can take your time.” Jaehyun say seriously. “Alright alright I’ll think about it. I’ve to change and went to work already.” You said and Jaehyun left your house to work. You hope you are not dreaming but at the same time you hope you are dreaming. Everything felt unreal, a billionaire wanting to date you, this should be happening in fairy tales only.
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knock knock knock
“Mr Jeong, Mr Nakamato is waiting for you outside now.” Jaehyun’s secretary come into his office to inform him. Jaehyun nod and then his secretary went out to inform Mr Nakamoto that he can come in. “What’s up man.” Jaehyun looked up when he heard the door open again and Yuta greeted him. “Yo. What brings you here?” Jaehyun laughed. Yuta give Jaehyun a white envelope with golden flower on it. “What’s this?” Jaehyun asked and titled his head. “Open it up then you’ll know.” Yuta chuckle softly. Jaehyun furrow his brows and open the envelope, there is a card inside. “Wedding invitation. Woah, congratulations man. With Sana?” Jaehyun raised his eyebrows, smiled and then patted Yuta’s shoulder.
“Of course and thanks but I have one request.” Yuta said and Jaehyun raised his eyebrows. “I hope to see you attending my wedding with a companion.” Yuta smile widely. Suddenly Jaehyun's phone screen lights up, his mom texts him, a photo. He clicked on the message, a picture of you in an apron, baking cake. He unconsciously smiled when he saw you smiling from the picture his mom sent him. ‘(Y/N) is here, don’t work overtime and come home earlier.’ His mom sent him. “I guess my request might not be a problem.” Yuta peep at Jaehyun’s phone and said. “I got it, I’ll brought a companion along with me.” Jaehyun smiled.
“Secretary Shin, you can get off work” Jaehyun tell her through landline phone. “But Mr Jeong, you still have meeting later.” She said. “Postpone it to tomorrow.” Jaehyun said, already packing his stuff. “Alright.” She said and a while later she left the building. Jaehyun can’t wait to go home, he wants to see you. While on the way back home, he keeps thinking that this is the first time you went to his house without notifying him after his confession, so you accepted him? He hopes you will accept his confession. He drives faster back home, as if you married him and waited for him to get home from work.
When he got home he already heard you and his mother’s laughter from the main door, he took off his blazer and placed it on the dinning chair and walk to the kitchen. “Oh, you’re home.” His mom said excitedly and come over to pull him into the cooking area. “(Y/N) is very good at cooking. Tonight’s dinner is cook by her, and her techniques are all very easy to learn and convenient. She have a very special and useful technique for peeling shrimp, which saves a lot of time and the cakes she bake is spongy, much better than mine.” Jaehyun’s mom keeps praising you. “Auntie, I'm not as good as you said, I learn how to peel the shrimp way easier online and the cakes you bake is all so fluffy, spongy and moist, all I made is definitely not better than yours. I don’t even know how to bake a cakes before.” You said humbly.
“No, you're great. I've always wanted a daughter to cook and bake cakes with me and now everything is like happening.” Jaehyun’s mom said but she’s looking at Jaehyun as if she’s implying something to Jaehyun. “I can come here if I’m not working that day.” You smiled sweetly. “It’s our family pleasure to have such a great girl like you to be Jaehyun’s girlfriend.” Jaehyun’s mom said and caresses your hair. “No it’s my pleasure.” You chuckle softly. “Jaehyun, if you are still not going to take some actions, you’ll lose (Y/N).” Jaehyun’s mom howling at Jaehyun. “Eomeoni.” Jaehyun said impatiently. “So are you gonna to stay alone forever? Are you not going to get me a grandson?” Jaehyun’s mom eyes took on a hurt expression. “Eomeoni.” Jaehyun Jaehyun sighed. “Alright, alright. Let’s have dinner.” You said and hold Jaehyun’s hand then went out the kitchen. It’s the first time you held his hand, he don’t know if you are just to comfort his mom or doing it honestly from your heart but he’s happy.
“Wow (Y/N) cook well.” Jaehyun’s father said when he taste the food you cook. “I told you. (Y/N) is the best girl I’ve ever seen, she can cook, text me a lot whenever she’s not here, caring and she’s so pretty, such a sweet girl. Jaehyun, I warn you, I will never forgive you if you dare to bully (Y/N). She is my ideal daughter-in-law and I will not allow any other women to step into our house.” Jaehyun’s mom said, staring at Jaehyun and holding your hands. “Eomeoni-“ Jaehyun was about to talk but you cut his words off. “I’ll tell you if he bully me.” You said and laugh cutely then glancing at Jaehyun, hinting him not to continue talking. “It’s our pleasure to have you.” Jaehyun’s mom said with watery eyes.
After dinner, you are staying the night at Jaehyun’s house today. You go to take a shower because you sweated a lot while cooking just now. Meanwhile, Jaehyun's father called Jaehyun to the study room. “I heard Yuta is marrying?” Jaehyun’s father asked Jaehyun. “Yeah. Their wedding is on next week.” Jaehyun said. “So you are bringing (Y/N) along with you?” Jaehyun’s father raised his eyebrows. “Probably.” Jaehyun shrugged his shoulders. “Well then, when is your turn?” Jaehyun’s father half-smile. “Abeoni, why are you the same as mom now?” Jaehyun sighed but still smiling. “I'm also very concerned about your future alright. (Y/N) is quite good, elegant, mild and considerate, can cook, she’s basically perfect. Jaehyun, I know you’re fooling us but I hope it’s real and I like her, she cares a lot about us.” Jaehyun’s raised his eyebrows.
“I’m… trying to ask her but she haven’t given me an answer.” Jaehyun said. “Be patient. Good things don't come easily.” Jaehyun’s dad said then they both left the room. When Jaehyun is back to his room, you've already taken shower and lying on his bed playing with your phone, everything felt more natural this time. “Um, you free this weekend?” Jaehyun slowly sat down next to you after he came out from shower and asked. “I have to go hospital to take care of my mom.” You said, continue scrolling through your phone. “No. I mean at night.” Jaehyun said. “Um yeah I’m free. why?” You sat up and titled your head. “It’s one of my best friend’s wedding next weekend and I want to take you with me.” Jaehyun smile sincerely. “Hm, okay.” You nod and smile.
Time flies, it's already weekend. Jaehyun actually planned to pick you up from your house but the meeting is delayed, so you suggest you’ll go to his house first and after he ended the meeting, he can come home straight to change and he don’t have to purposely go pick up you at your house.
“Oh (Y/N), you are here.” Jaehyun’s mom running to you happily. “Oh wait. Aren’t you going to Nakamoto’s wedding with Jaehyun? He did not ask you to go with him? I think I have to teach him a lesson.” Jaehyun’s mom said, walking away to get her phone and call Jaehyun. “Nonono, he did. I’m here to wait for him, his meeting is delayed. I told him I’ll be coming here so he can comes home straight and change and we can go, save more time.” You smile. “So, you are going with him?” Jaehyun’s mom asked and you keep nodding. “Oh darling, are you just gonna be wearing a white dress? Come with me, I'll dress you up and make you the prettiest princess in the world.” Jaehyun’s mom said and pulling you upstairs excitedly.
“I’ve always wanted to dress up my daughter if I have one, but we did not plan on have another child anymore after gave birth to Jaehyun.” Jaehyun’s mom said, rummaging through her wardrobe as she was looking for some pretty dress she have for you. “You should wear this, you must be very cute in this gown.” Jaehyun’s mom looking at you with pleading eyes as she hopes to see you in it, it’s a black strapless gown with lace flower on it. You take the gown from her then go to the bathroom to change into it, but you can't recah the back zipper yourself so you come out clutching your chest. “Can you help me zip it, I can’t reach my back.” You asked and turned around. “Sure darling.” Jaehyun’s mom said then help you close the zipper.
“Perfect! You look stunning in this gown, (Y/N).” Jaehyun’s mom looks like her daughter won a Beauty Pageant. “Come, let’s put on some makeup and style your hair.” Jaehyun’s mom pulling you happily to her dresser. “Sit down.” She push your shoulders to make you sit on the chair in front of the dresser. She squeezing a small amount of primer onto the makeup brush and then start with a dime-sized amount of primer in the center of your face, and slowly work it out towards your cheeks, forehead, and chin. Then she took a liquid foundation from her pouch, blend the liquid foundation outwards, from the center of your face. After that, she took some concealer out from her pouch and testing which one matches your skin tone best then applying it beneath your eyes with a makeup brush and also cover dark spots and pimples on your face. After completing steps above, using a large, fluffy powder brush, begin by dusting a light coat of foundation powder all over your face. “Okay~ I’ll put lipstick on your lips now, don't move.” She said, squat down at your lips level.
“Pout.” She asked you to do it and you pout. Right at this time, Jaehyun came back. He called for his mom but no one answering so he thought his mom was in her room doing her own stuff so he went to her room. The door is slightly opened, he peek through the crevices of the door. He saw you sitting in front of his mom’s dresser, the first thing that caught his attention was the gown you were wearing, it was very beautiful, revealing your slim shoulder. “Ahem.” Jaehyun pretend to cough. When the two of you hear it, you look towards the door of the room and he get the attention of both of you.
“Oh, you are back. Wait, I almost done, just give me couple second then you can take your girlfriend out.” Jaehyun’s mom said, turning on the curling irons to let them heat up first. “Alright, then I’ll go change first.” Jaehyun peeks at you again before leaving the room, ‘very pretty’ he thought and he smiled. As you were about to leave Jaehyun’s mom room, Jaehyun’s mom speak up. “Oh, one thing left.” Jaehyun’s mom said, running back to her room. She came out holding a pair of black heels in her hands. “Try it.” She squat down and lift your leg. You hold on to the nearest wall and put on the black heels, it's very challenging for you because you've never worn high heels.
Jaehyun was amazed as you are descending the stairs. You are holding the handrail of the stairs. He has only seen you in straight hair before but never with curly hair. He stood up from the couch and walking slowly towards you. “You look really beautiful tonight.” Jaehyun smile, his dimples appearing. “Thank you, it's all your mother's work.” You chuckle. “Oh no, it's not like that, you're beautiful, they are just a foil for you.” Jaehyun’s mom suddenly speaking behind of you, it startled you and made you lose balance, you almost fell from the stairs but Jaehyun grabbed your waist just in time.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to scare you.” Jaehyun’s mom running down the stairs and keep apologising. “No, it’s okay. It’s not your fault, I just lost balance.” You chuckle softly but Jaehyun’s mom is still very worried and keep checking whether you are hurted or not. “We should go, we are already late.” Jaehyun said. “Alright, Jaehyun make sure to take care of (Y/N). Hold her tight, she’s not really used to wearing high heels.” Jaehyun’s mom exhort Jaehyun repeatedly. Jaehyun nodded then you two leaved.
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The moment you stepped into the ballroom, it’s more likely like a Pikachu exhibition rather than a wedding. Pikachu can be seen everywhere, even a corner. The sweet table is full of Pikachu-themed cupcakes, cake pops, muffins, and other small bites. They are all Pikachu-themed but Jaehyun’s face telling you that he is used to it, he doesn’t really react as exaggerated as yours. “Have we gotten the wrong place?” your mouth slightly opened as you still can't believe this a wedding. “No we did not. Sana is a huge fan of Pikachu.” Jaehyun chuckle. “Sana?” You titled your head. “Yeah. Yuta’s wife, the hostess of tonight's wedding. Alright, I'll take you to meet my friends.” Jaehyun said, arm wrapped around your waist, taking you everywhere to greet his friends.
“Hey guys.” Jaehyun walks up to his friends and says hello to them. “Oh Jaehyun came.” A long hair guy said, from what he wears he’s probably the groom. “So you fulfilled my request, very good.” The long hair guy said and patted on Jaehyun’s shoulders. “Won't you introduce this beautiful woman beside of you to us?” The long hair guy said. “Oh right. This is (Y/N) and this is Yuta, Johnny and Si Cheng. They are my best friend since high school.” Jaehyun said. “Hi, nice to met you all.” You tug your hair behind your ear and smile politely. “Cute.” Johnny said in a flirtatious tone. “John.” Jaehyun glare at Johnny. Johnny raised both his hands up like surrendering. “Sorry, my bad. I cant help when I saw such a beauty.” Johnny laughed. You're standing at the corner with them, listening to topics they are talking that you will never understand, and it makes you feel like a round peg in a square hole.
Until a you hear a little girl speaking and she pulled the hem of your gown. “Hi?” “Hello, cutie.” You squat down so that she doesn't have to look up at you. “Can you bring me to the washroom, daddy and mommy is busy talking with others. I can't hold it any longer. I need to use the washroom.” She’s squeezing her legs together, little feet jumping in a hurry. “Okay, let’s go.” You smile at her. “Jaehyun, I’ll bring her to washroom.” You quickly tell Jaehyun and the little girl is already pulling your hand, running to the washroom without waiting you to finish your sentence.
Seeing you holding the little girl's hand makes Jaehyun thought of how happy it would be if you were dating for real and if that was your daughter you are holding hands with. Jaehyun was in a daze for quite a long time before Yuta yelling at him and realized that you've gone far with the little girl. After you came back from the washroom, the little girl's hand never leave yours. She’s pulling you to the sweet table by holding your hand and she took 2 cakes, then walking back to her seat, hand still holding yours tight and she ask you to sit down on the chair next to her. Of course you did not refuse as you like children a lot, they are cute and innocent. You don't understand what Jaehyun and his friend were talking about though, so you sit with her and talk with her.
“Is Jaehyun oppa your boyfriend?” The little girl asking with innocent eyes while eating the cake she’s holding. You don't know what you should. Should you tell her the truth or lie to her? “Um, no, he’s not my boyfriend.” You smile softy at her. “Hooray! Then Jaehyun oppa is mine!” She said and raising her hands up high in the air excitedly. “You like Jaehyun oppa?” You ask, smiling like a stupid and she keeps nodding. “Jaehyun oppa is handsome! I want to be his wife.” The little smiling wide. “Oh, then you have to grow up fast, so that you can marry him.” You smile cutely and patting her head. She look at her empty plate. "Can you get me some more cake?" She asked. “Sure.” You smile and pick up the plate on the table but you didn’t notice her chair is stepping on the hem of your gown, plus you're wearing high heels and you lose your balance. You were lucky enough to hold the table before you fall but you sprained your ankle. You sit down on the chair and check your ankle but it hurts so bad you can't move and can't even make a sound.
The little girl seemed to understand that you were hurt, and she run to Jaehyun. “Jaehyun oppa!” She’s screaming all the way when she’s running to Jaehyun. “The pretty you came with, she- she was in pain.” She stuttering. She did not wait for Jaehyun to protest what was happening then she’s already pulling Jaehyun to you. When Jaehyun came to you, he saw you shrinking in pain. “(Y/N), are you okay?” Jaehyun asked, He’s gently touching your shoulder and check on your ankle, fear that he might make you more painful. Your ankle were swollen and red, You shook your head, you are still in pain that you couldn’t even talk. “I- I think I sprained my ankle.” You are shivering from the pain. “Okay, don’t move. I’ll carry you.” Jaehyun said. “Yuta, sorry we have to leave first.” Jaehyun said, carrying you in his arms and waking fast. “It’s okay, it’s okay. Let me know how it was it going on later.” Yuta said and patted Jaehyun’s shoulders then the two of you head to the hospital.
Jaehyun took you back to his home after went to the hospital. “I can walk myself.” Jaehyun opened the passenger seat door, ready to carry you, but you told him you could do it yourself. “What doctor just said, he said move lesser.” Jaehyun carry you without letting you speak first. You have to pass by the swimming pool in the yard before entering the house. You hear the water lapping. “You two are back? So fast? Do you want to swim toget-“ Jaehyun’s mom stopped talking when he saw Jaehyun is carrying you in his arms. “What happened?” She quickly got out of the pool. “She sprained her ankle.” Jaehyun said. “Are you okay?” Jaehyun’s mom patted your head and check on your legs. “Yeah. Did you just said swimming? Let’s go.” You said.
“How are you supposed to swim?” Jaehyun said, looking at you fiercely. “I can sit by the pool and you can swim, it's such a beautiful night today, it's a waste not to staying outside.” You smile. “Are you sure?” Jaehyun’s mom asked and you nod. “Don't spoil everyone's happiness just because I'm hurt.” You said. “You sure you okay with that?” Jaehyun asked. “Yes, quickly go change.” You urging Jaehyun. Jaehyun carry you upstairs, he changed into a black sleeveless shirt and a yellow green pants and you changed into a simple tshirt and shorts.
You sit by the pool and watching Jaehyun and his mom swim, the round and bright moon hanging high in the sky and reflects back in the pool's water. You dip your feet into the pool and gently swaying your feet. Jaehyun swims towards you, "Be careful," he said. "I'm just swaying my feet, don't worry." You smile. “Kylie is calling you." Jaehyun's father calling Jaehyun’s mom from the door. "Oh, I forgot she was going to call me. You guys continue, I'm going in the house." She said and went inside, ledt the two of you outside. You chuckle softly and continue swaying your feet. Jaehyun resting his hands on your left and right, "Does it still hurt?" he asked. “No, no more pain.” You smile softly.
“You seem to love kids a lot.” Jaehyun said, looking into your eyes. “Yeah, they are so cute, they likes to run after you, isn’t they are.” You giggling . “I love kids too, how about dating me and ?” Jaehyun asked, eyes never leave yours. “Is this a confession? By the pool and we doesn’t dress nice though. It’s too simple.” You fakely turned your head to the other side but you are smiling. “If I make up the flowers for you later, will you accept me then?” Jaehyun chuckles because of your words. You shrugged your shoulders and smile at him. “So what does this mean?” Jaehyun asked again, put his hands on your hips. You smile and wrap your hands around his neck, you look at him and a while later you nod your head. Jaehyun lean in and wrapping his hands around your ass. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” Jaehyun said.
You frowned but you do as he said. Jaehyun holding your butt and bring you the the centre of the pool. “You know, I’ve waited for the right moment for a long time. But today, when I see you happily around Yunji, I just can’t help to want you to be my real girlfriend.” Jaehyun said from the depths of his heart. “Thank you. To be real honest, I don’t know why you would like me. I’m just an extraordinary girl among all those prettier, smarter, better girls than me. I don’t understand why you would choose me but I have to tell you, you are very attractive to me and I really thank you for choosing me.” You said, looking at him sincerely. “Because it’s you, there’s no reason.” Jaehyun smile widely. “So can you promise me not to go to work and stay at my house until you are fully recovered? Let me take care of you, okay?” Jaehyun asked. “If you don't despise me.” You smile. “I won’t.” Jaehyun grinning happily.
You have been staying at Jaehyun’s house for 3 days. Jaehyun’s mom make sure to get up every day before you and she will always be there in case if you need any help. She also cooks delicious food and bought supplements for you every day. Today she is going to an opening ceremony invited by a friend with Jaehyun's father so they weren't home and Jaehyun went to work too. You decide to made desserts for them to thank her for taking care of her for these days. When you're busy making desserts in the kitchen, you hear the main door password unlocking sound. You thought it must be Jaehyun because other than Jaehyun and his parents no one know the password, but it’s too early for him to coming back home at this time so you went out to have a look.
“Oh, new maid? Whatever. Is Jaehyun home?” The girl asked you. “He’s not. Um, who are you?” You shook your head and asked. “You are probably new here, just call me Krystal. Did Jaehyun passed you my lipstick? I left it on his car yesterday, I told him I’ll come collect from him today but seems like he’s not home.” She said. Lipstick? Why would her lipstick left on Jaehyun’s car? What is their relationship? Why does she know the password to their door? Is she Jaehyun's girlfriend? Is Jaehyun toying with you? You have a lot of questions i’m your mind but it’s not important now. “Hello? Can you answer me? Fine. I’ll look for him again tomorrow.” She snapped her fingers, she dragged you out from your mind and then she just left.
When the night Jaehyun came back you wanted to ask him but you don’t dare to. What if what you are thinking is true then you might lose him, so you decide not to ask until a few days later you found a fancy little box he hide very inside of his wardrobe when you are picking your clothes. Out of curiosity, you opened it and saw a necklace with a ring on it. Is that for the girl named ‘Krystal’ that girl, you worried Jaehyun might be cheating on you or maybe you were the third wheel of them but Jaehyun doesn’t have to ask you to pretend fool his parents as his girlfriend instead of Krystal, she look much prettier than you. You put it back into his wardrobe and acted like you have never seen it, and you hope you could lie to yourself as well.
Tonight, before Jaehyun is back you are chitchatting about your family issue with Jaehyun’s mom. “We can help you pay off all the debts for you, so you won’t have to work at bar a darling. A girl working at bar is very dangerous.” Jaehyun’s mom looking at worriedly. “Yeah, Jaehyun helped me paid off the debts but I still have to work for my daily expenses.” You smile and scratches your head. “Maybe some other place than a bar? I can help you look for it some workplace with a better environment.” Jaehyun’s mom said. “Yeah, of course, thank you. You all have been helping us a lot a lot.” You smile widely. “You are welcome my darling, we are always here for you.” Jaehyun’s mom holding your hand.
“Did something happened? You don’t seems quite happy these days.” Jaehyun’s mom asked. “No, I’m just tired.” You barely smiling. “If Jaehyun bully you, you can always tell me, alright?” Jaehyun’s mom said and caresses your shoulders. “Alright, I’ll.” You said. No, you will not because it’s too heart braking to speak. You turned your head towards the main door when you hear the password are unlocked, it’s Jaehyun. He’s holding an unknown stuff is his hand but it seems to be quite big? like a doll or something? He hid them behind him quickly when he saw you were sitting at the dining table. You pretend to look away because you know he’s hiding something from you so you just decide to pretend. “I’ll go shower first.” Jaehyun said, running back to his room.
A while later, when Jaehyun and his father is ready, you all start eating your dinner. “(Y/N), can you help me take a ‘Jeong Group’ contract inside my briefcase.” Jaehyun asked you to do while halfway talking with his father. He will probably never asked you to went up to take something down for him because you legs still not fully recovered yet but maybe he’s talking something important with his father so you do it as he say. “Go take it yourself, she’s hurt.” Jaehyun’s mom said. “I’m busy talking with abeoji.” Jaehyun said.
So you went up to his room to look for what he said, you did not turn on the light because you already knew his room well. You've been rummaging through his briefcase but there's nothing but some paper, there’s not a single ‘Jeong Group’ contract as he said in his briefcase, so you went to turn on the light on the wall that is near the door. When you turned back, the room is well decorated with balloons, flower petals with heart shaped on the bed and a Crayon Shin Chan plushie on the bed. You cover your mouth in fright and suddenly someone hugs you from behind, it’s Jaehyun.
“Do you like it?” Jaehyun mumble softly beside of your ears. You shed tears of delight, you love it. “Yes.” You nodding your head. “I have one more.” Jaehyun walk towards the wardrobe and he took the box you saw that day. He took the necklace out from the box and walk to your back then he put that necklace on you. “This are for me?” You furrowing your eyebrows and holding up the necklace. “Yeah, or who else?” Jaehyun laughing on your shoulders. “Not for a girl named Krystal?” You turned your head to him. “Krystal? What is matter with Krystal? How did know about Krystal? I don’t think I’ve ever told you about her.” Jaehyun frowned. “She came look for you few days ago and she said she left her lipstick on your car… You are… not cheating on her with me right?” You asked.
“What? No. But what you meant by I’m cheating on her with you? Are you so unsure of yourself?” Jaehyun chuckling. “Then who is she?” You titled your head. “She’s my cousin, Krystal Jeong. She has an older sister, Tiffany Jeong and her little brother, Jeong Sungchan.” Jaehyun said. “So you thought I was cheating on her for so many days?” and you nod. “Why don’t you ask me, my silly girl.” Jaehyun said and bob your nose with his index finger. “I don’t dare to…” You lower your head and playing with your fingers. “I was asking for her advice about the make up I was planning to do for you that day you said.” Jaehyun said and smile.
“I was just kidding that day.” You laughing. “But it’s okay, I should do it also. So do you like it?” Jaehyun asked again. “Yes, I like it. Thank you.” You smile widely and hugging the plushie. “I think I deserve some reward." Jaehyun said and turning his side face to you, gesturing you to kiss on his cheek. You lean in and peeck on his cheek. “Just a peck?” Jaehyun dissatisfied with your ‘reward’. You peck on his cheek one more time but Jaehyun shook his head and tapped on his lips, he pout and come closer. You close your eyes and peck on his lips, just a peck but Jaehyun holds you tight and won't let you out of his embrace. “Too late.” and he kiss on your lips, you can feel he is smiling when he’s kissing you. So you stop trying to get out of his embrace and enjoy the kiss he gave.
A week after Jaehyun's 'Second Confession', whenever you are in his room, you were hugging the plushie he gave you and he’s very dissatisfied with this. He felt like his attention had gone to the plushie. “I’m envy.” Jaehyun said, sleeping on his left side as you do and your back is facing him. “What are you envy of?” You asked him, but still never leave the plushie. “Him.” Jaehyun said, pointing at the plushie. “You are jealous of a plushie?” You laughing at him. “He gets to hug you and… his hand is touching your… there.” Jaehyun faked cough. “It’s a plushie.” You laugh. “No. But Crayon Shin Chan is a boy and he touches your… ahem. Breast” Jaehyun faked a cough and averted his gaze towards you. “You.. can also touch...” You speak softly. “Did you just said I can touch?” Jaehyun asked, getting closer to you.
“Yeah...” You speak softly and nod shyly. You feel Jaehyun's chest behind of your back and he take the plushie away from you. His hand reaching the hem of your nightgown, he slowly flip your nightgown then reach his hand under your nightgown, going upwards until his hand are landed on your breast. Jaehyun lightly kneading your breast, it feels strange for someone touching your breast. You let out a soft whimper when Jaehyun knead harder. “They are soft.” Jaehyun murmur beside your ears and he tug your nightgown down your shoulders then he peppering kisses on your shoulders. His hand now running down, playing with the waistband of your panties.
You did not stop him so he slowly shoving his cold hand into your panties. You are bitting your lips to suppress your moaning. “(Y/N), don’t hold.” Jaehyun murmured. His left hand kneading your breast and right hand is teasing circles on your clit. Jaehyun patting your thigh asking you not to shut your legs so tight. “Relax.” Jaehyun said. and then he shoving his middle finger into your slit and you moaned softly. “That’s right, don’t hold. I want to hear them.” Jaehyun teasing your pussy. He is pumping his finger slow inside of you and you feel something hard poking your lower back, his crotch. “D- do you want to take it off? Must be uncomfortable.” You ask him with backing up your butt. “(Y/N), stop moving.” Jaehyun holding your hips to stop you from moving.
“Hngh, kinda.” Jaehyun groaned. “T-then, do you want to take off your boxer?” You asked. Jaehyun is trying to hold his moan. “I- I mean you can… do it if- if you want.” You mumble and started panting. “Are you sure?” Jaehyun asked before you would regret. “Yes…” You are moaning. Jaehyun slide your panties down in no time, he lift your leg and teasing your slit with his tip. “God…” Jaehyun groaning and then he slowly pushing himself into you. You are whimpering as his cock is stretching your wall. You digging your nails into his biceps. “Ah…” You moaning. Jaehyun pounds when he is sure you are stretched enough.
He starts pounding your g-spot when he found it, his hands are kneading your breast, kissing and sucking your neck and shoulders. Soon, you felt your climax is close. “Jae…” You moaning his name. “No, not yet. Hold it, (Y/N).” Jaehyun panting. The whole bed is shaking and his parents must have hear your unless they’re are deaf. Jaehyun lift you up, make you lie your back on his chest, you are on top of Jaehyun and his hips trusting upwards. Jaehyun spread your legs wider for a better access to penetrate you. “I- can’t- hold- anymore…” You whines, hands gripping the bed sheet. “Cum.” Jaehyun said and you finally get to release your orgasm. Jaehyun pulled out his cock of you and quickly hover above you then spilled his loads all over your tummy. Jaehyun seeing you shaking under him and he smirked.
Your legs are trembling and you are exhausted, so you are lying motionless under him. He leans in to kiss at your exposed neck, sucking your sweet spot, your fingers running into his hair. He is kissing down to your breast and sucking on them. Then down to your tummy and suck on them a bit, then he stopped on your navel and he look up at you. “I hope one day, you would bear my child inside of you.” then he peck on your navel. He carry you to his bathroom then cleans you up before bring you back to his bed and cuddle you to sleep.
The next morning, Jaehyun wake up while you were still sleeping soundly. The sunlight hitting on your skin, he do nothing but looking at your sleeping figure and hearing at your soft snores. Finally,one day he wasn’t waking up with you hugging the plushie but you are cuddling with him, he regretted giving you that plushie and he promised himself he will never do that again. Jaehyun couldn’t help but he took a picture of you and he set it as his phone’s wallpaper. Jaehyun puts strands of hair behind your ear and admiring your beauty. You woke up and found Jaehyun staring at you, you remembered what just happened last night, you quickly hide yourself under the quilt and Jaehyun laugh then look at you with warm smile. You pull the quilt down a little but just revealing your eyes and Jaehyun caresses your head softly.
He leans in to kiss your forehead and then he pull your quilt down but you are still so shy. “Don’t be shy.” Jaehyun chuckle. “I’m not wearing anything underneath…” You mumble softly and shyly. “I’ve seen all last night.” Jaehyun laughing, his words makes you feel even shy and you bury your face into his chest. Jaehyun cup your face and make you look at him, he kiss your lips and slowly deepens the kiss. You enjoy the kiss until you hear noises coming out from outside. “I’ll check on it, you can get up first.” Jaehyun pressed a kiss on your forehead then get out of the room. You were about to get out of bed but a tingling pain kept you from standing, it’s your first time last night.
“What’s happening.” Jaehyun asked, seeing his parents are talking to each other in front of the staircase. “We should start preparing now before it’s too late.” Jaehyun’s mom said. “Eomeoni?” Jaehyun titled his head. “Oh, you are here, great! How was your night with (Y/N)? I think we should start buying some supplements for her, I think I should go later.” Jaehyun’s mom is very excited but Jaehyun don’t understand a single word his mom said. “Eomeoni what are talking?” Jaehyun frowned. “We heard you last night.” Jaehyun’s mom smirking at Jaehyun and raising her eyebrows. Obviously they must have heard your moans clearly last night. “Eomeoni, (Y/N) won’t be pregnant just one time.” Jaehyun sighed. “Son, then you have to work harder.” Jaehyun’s mom patted on Jaehyun’s shoulders. “We are not married yet, we do protection.” Jaehyun exhale sharply.
He is not against to marry and he wanted to marry you but he always thought it may be too fast. You only dated for like a week, but his mom’s words really clicked him awake. “Then get married and don’t do protection.” Jaehyun’s mom crossing her arms. Jaehyun sighed, feeling resignedly. “Jaehyun, it’s time to organize a family.” Jaehyun’s father said. “Aboeji why are you also…” Jaehyun exhale sharply. “Me and your mom is planning to gift you a house, so ahem… you’ll have some privacy at least.” Jaehyun’s father said. Jaehyun knows arguing with them is no use, so he nod his head and go back to the room.
“Jaehyun!” When Jaehyun went back into his room, you are there screaming his name. “Look what you’ve done.” You pulled down your collar, hickeys all over your neck, collar and your chest. Jaehyun laughing cockily. He open his hands wide and tug you into his embrace. “(Y/N).” You hum and look up at him. “Marry me.” Jaehyun looking into your eyes sincerely. “Are you serious?” You step back and ask him. “Of course I am.” Jaehyun said. “So do you want to be my Mrs Jeong?” Jaehyun adds. “Only stupid would say no.” You said. Jaehyun lift you up and spinning you around, him grinning like a stupid. “Wait, I’m talking about the hickeys. How am I gonna face your paren-” “They heard you.” Jaehyun cutting you off. “Don’t you know how loud your moan were last night.” Jaehyun murmur beside of your ears. You feel your face is heating up. “Let’s go have some breakfast, my lovely fiancée.” Jaehyun laughing.
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The news of your engagement was also in the headlines of newspapers and is the hottest topic of discussion in the media. The news broke thousands heart of girls, but everyone sincerely wished. Today he went to work before you got up, and even though he had texted you that he have went to work. But still, you were not happy that he did not wake you up because you promised to give him a morning kiss everyday before he went to work. So you decided to go Jeong Tower and bring him the lunch you made.
“Hi. Can I look for Jaehyun?” You asked the lobby receptionist. “Alright, I’ll ask Secretary Shin if Mr Jeong have meeting or not, hold on ya.” She said and dial through landline phone. “Hi Miss. Mr Jeong is available right now, you can take the elevator to the top floor.” She smile and bowed at you. “Thank you.” You smile, nod and bowed at her then walk to the elevator. When the elevator reaches the top floor, a girl is already waiting you there, probably Secretary Shin. “Hi Miss, this way.” She opens up her hand, leading you to Jaehyun’s office. It’s your first time here, the decoration is very beautiful, very attractive to you.
“Mr Jeong, someone is looking for you.” Secretary Shin knocked on the door before opening and said. “Come in.” Jaehyun did not look up and kept looking at the document. Until he realized something was wrong, why haven’t the person who are looking for him come over to him for so long, so he raised his head. Only seeing you pouting with your hands on your hips. Jaehyun was surprised you came but he laughed. “You came.” He gets up from his chair and walks towards you. He wants to hold your hand but you are holding a bag. “What’s this?” He asked. “I made you lunch, haven’t eaten right?” You grinning happily. “Lunch? Wow, did my lovely wife bring me lunch on purpose? I must be the happiest person in the world.” Jaehyun made a jokes.
“You left with getting my morning kiss and I’m not married to you yet.” You pouted. “No, you are, forget.” Jaehyun scrunches his nose. “So you came all the way here just to kiss me?” Jaehyun adds. You nod and walk to his table, unpacking all the foods you bought. Jaehyun sat down on his chair then start eating the foods you brought him. You pull a chair and sit next to him. “Mmm, you always cook deliciously food.” Jaehyun munching while looking at his documents. “What are looking?” You asked. Jaehyun stop looking at the document and continued to eat. “It is a cooperation contract with Kim Enterprise.” Jaehyun said. He lie back on his chair, close his eyes and massaging his temple. When he opened his eyes, he saw you looking at his document but your face clearly writing you don’t understand.
“Am I too stupid that I don’t understand any of it?” You ask and pouting. “No. Most people wouldn’t understand it if you don’t study in business.” Jaehyun said and admiring at your side profile until you caught him staring at you. (Y/N), come sit here.” He pat his lap, gesturing you to straddle him. “Here? Won't anyone see when they come in?” You asked. “They won’t come in, if someone is in the room.” Jaehyun smile softly. So you stand up from your chair and straddle on his lap. “Come closer.” Jaehyun said. Hands pushing you further to him so your chest are against each other. He resting his head on the crook of your neck and he sniff in your scent. “Are you tired?” You asked him and he nodding while he still on your neck. “Then take a nap on my shoulder.” You asked and caresses his hair.
“No, I still have a lot of documents to look through.” Jaehyun mumble against your neck. “Then what about do some exercise, recharge some energy?” You asked. “Exercise?” Jaehyun frowned. “Yeah… exercise…” You moving your hips a bit. Jaehyun smirked and looking at you. Jaehyun reach under your skirt, takes off your panties and tuck into his pocket. He took his cock out of his pants and you aligns your pussy against his cock then sit down on him. You stay for awhile before you start bouncing up and down, holding his shoulders for some support. “Your cock filling me so full.” You cried out, feeling his dick deep inside you every time you bounce on him. “You’re so hot.” Jaehyun groaning. “Jae… I’m close.” You panting. “Cum.” Jaehyun said and pull himself out of you then start jerking himself off then he cummed.
“I- I’m sorry, I stained your pants.” You said as your juice stained his pants. “ It’s okay, I have one extra set of suit in my office.” Jaehyun smile and patted your head softly. “So, how was it? Fucking your husband in his office?” Jaehyun hum and titled his head. “Hmm.” One side of your mouth upturned as you are thinking. You leans down and stop beside of his ear. “It’s great.” You whispering. “Fuck.” Jaehyun groaned and grab your ass make you startled. “You are playing with fire, (Y/N).” Jaehyun said and smirked, come closer to kiss you but interrupted by someone knocking on the door.
“We’ll continue it later back home.” Jaehyun smirked, asking you to get off his lap first. He get down and adjust your clothes so you wouldn’t looks like you just fucked your husband. “Come in.” Jaehyun said then secretary Shin came in. “Someone is messing around in the lobby.” She said. “Alright, I'll come down right now.” Jaehyun said and secretary Shin went out of Jaehyun’s office. “Jaehyun, my panties.” You asking for your panties as he tug it into his pocket just now. Jaehyun laughed then take it out from his pocket. “Baby blue panties… I like red more.” Jaehyun smile and said before hand it to you. He get up from his seat then took a new set of suit from his small closet.
“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Come out! I know you are here!” You heard a very familiar sound when you got off the elevator. “Father?” When you saw him, you were terrified. You haven't seen him in years. “This is your father?” Jaehyun asked and you nod in answer. “(Y/N)! I worked so hard to raise you, and now married a rich man and haven forgotten me? You this fucking bitch, I raised you for nothing!” Your father is yelling. “Please respect my wife and please warn your words.” Jaehyun said and holding your hands tight. “You are that fucking bitch’s husband? She's a bitch, a fucking bitch! After marrying a rich man, never gave me a single money! You fucking bitch!” He tried to move forward but was caught by security.
“You fucking bitch! Fucking bitch!” He’s yelling. “I did nothing wrong!” You finally couldn't help shouting out loud. “You abandoned us. I did nothing wrong. You left us for 7 years. Are you coming back to me now because you saw on the news that I'm getting married? What do you want from me?” You are crying. “Can you tell me why you left us? Why did run away and left all debts on us? Do you know how hard we have been? Every day we are like a crazy trying to earn money, money and money.” You fall to the ground in a complete collapse. Jaehyun is holding you on your side. “I don't want to see you anymore, please.” You crying. “(Y/N), I miss you so much, please just give me a little money. I promise I won’t show up again.” He mumble softly. “I don’t have money.” You said. “But your husband have, isn’t it? He’s rich, the richest.” He said.
You pushing him away as he try to touch you. You staring at him, he doesn't miss you a lot, he's here today for money. He hasn’t change at all, still the gambler he is. “No. I won’t give you.” You crying again. “Take the money and go, never come back.” Jaehyun said then give him a stack of money. “Thank you. I promise I’ll never come back.” Your father’s eyes light up when he sees the money and then he runs out of the lobby. “It’s okay, he’ll never come back.” Jaehyun carry you in his arms and let you rest your head on his shoulders. “I hate him so much.” You crying against Jaehyun’s shoulders. “Everything has over, let’s go home?” Jaehyun pressed a kiss on your head and you nod in answer.
When you got home, you fell asleep right away, tired from all the crying just now. “What’s going on to (Y/N)?” Jaehyun’s mom ask as she saw your eyes are all red. “Her father came just now. Kick up a fuss just to come and ask money from her.” Jaehyun sighed and sat down next to you on bed the softly caress your face. “(Y/N) is really pitiful to have such an asshole father.” Jaehyun’s mom sighed. “Yeah, that’s why I will protect and cherish her even more.” Jaehyun pressed a kiss on your forehead.
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2 years later
“You go to sleep first, I'll deal with some documents then i’ll come join you.” Jaehyun said, caresses your hair and then left the room. Of course, you'd want him to sleep with you but lately he's been very busy dealing with the newly opened hotel, so he often doesn't go to bed until midnight. You get out of bed and go out of the room to his study room, you open the door a little. He’s wearing his glasses with his blue colour pajamas and he’s very focusing on looking at the documents and so he doesn't notice you are standing at the door. You open the door, go in and stand beside him.
“Why are you not sleeping.” He look up at you and caress your hip. “I want to wait for you to sleep together.” You pouted. Jaehyun laughed and patted his lap. You side sitting on his lap then flung your arms round his neck, looking at your wedding picture of him kissing your forehead on his desk. “Aren’t you sleepy? It’s late.” his hand caresses your lap and ask you. “Nope. I’d rather sleep with you than sleeping alone.” you shook your head. You rest your head on Jaehyun’s shoulders and he continue looking at his documents. You played with his pajamas collar and the small pocket on the left of his pajamas. “Are you trying to seduce me?” Jaehyun chuckled. “Huh?” You titled your head. Jaehyun looking at your shoulder and half-smile. You are sitting on his lap comfortably that you didn't notice your silk robe slid down your shoulders and exposing a small part of your right shoulders.
“Are this counted as seducing?” You laughed and squint at him then put on your silk robe nicely. “No no no, just leave it.” Jaehyun smirked and pull it back down. “I thought I was seducing you? I think I should leave.” You said and pretend to leave but Jaehyun pull you back onto his lap. Jaehyun is hugging you from behind and resting his head on your shoulder, inhaling your scent. You turned around to look at him, “Jaehyun, I want a baby.” You said. He did not respond as he’s still digesting your words. “I want a baby of yours, Jaehyun.” You said and cupped his face to make him look into your eyes. He finally processed what you just said. Jaehyun spent no time and carry you back to your bedroom, throwing you onto the bed. “You don’t know how tempting your words is, to me.” Jaehyun said. “So, what are you waiting for?” You teased Jaehyun.
“I’ll make love to you until you must be pregnant with my baby.” Jaehyun smirked then starts undressing you as if a wolf have been starved for a long time. The night was wild, never been this wild.
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justice4billiam · 29 days
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Math Class
So there was this one moment in time in high school where I actually liked a guy (I know, weird concept, just go with it) who sat in front of me in my math class.
Something you should know about me, I fucking suck at math.
Another thing you should know about me, I was kind of a dick in high school.
Okay, I’m still kind of a dick, but a nice one.
However in high school, I was extra dick-ish (I’m sure it had to do with all raging teenage hormones and a shit childhood)
Anyway.
I fucking sucked at math.
And what happens when you suck at math?
Your teacher assigns you a tutor to help “guide you to the path of success” or whatever she said.
Cool.
No big deal, right?
Wrong.
She assigned me to the nearest person to me.
The fucking guy I had a crush on.
Who thought I was the fucking worst.
Now you’re probably thinking nooo, he couldn’t possibly think that way about you. I’m sure it was all in your head
Well, you’re wrong. The guy hated me.
BUT for good reason.
He just so happened to be the brother of the girl I beat up half a week earlier in gym class.
NOW.
I didn't beat her up just because…no. She was an absolute terror to this disabled girl in said gym class.
She would verbally bully her to the point of tears.
But that one particular day she physically shoved her to the ground while we were all running the mile.
Remember how I said I was a dick?
Well, I used my powers for good. (mostly)
I watched that shit happen.
Then came strolling up to her while she was shooting the shit with her friends and shoved that bish so hard.
Her stupid unblended orange face (this was the early 2010s guys, no one wore the right makeup shade or blended their foundation into their damn necks) bounced off the concrete floor.
Let me just tell you…it was satisfying as hell.
It started a full on fight of which resulted in her getting her ass handed to her.
So you see, her brother hated me
And I didn't blame him
A sister is a sister.
You stand by your siblings, I get it.
BUT.
I had a big fat crush on him and now he was to tutor me.
Let me tell you, he was NOT happy about it.
I distinctly remember the look on his face the second the teacher called his name out to work with me.
It was the kind of face you make when you smell roadkill wafting through your car vents because you have outside air circulating while you're going 65mph(that's 96.56kmph) on a back road.
The look fueled the need to make him like me.
Those who know me now, know I'm a cheeky, flirty little shit.
So not to toot my own horn but it's hard NOT to like me.
(Is that my god-complex talking? Probably)
I can get along with just about anyone.
Not so surprisingly after about 30 minutes of flirting my way into his heart, I had him FLUSTERED.
I'm talking man giggling.
Blushed cheeks.
Couldn't even make eye contact with me.
FLUSTERED.
Don't like who?
Not me.
I'm sure you're probably wondering where I'm going with this.
Well, after class ended he invited me over to his house after school.
A normal person probably wouldn't go to the house of the girl you beat up and meet her parents while on her brother's arm.
I did.
I went.
I wish I had taken a picture of her face when I walked into her house. (she had stayed home the rest of that week because I beat her ass)
Honestly, it was a core memory.
The best part was her parents didn't know it was me who did it.
It was such an eventful week for me.
Monday: bully the bully
Tuesday: ice my hand from bullying the bully
Wednesday: suck at math
Thursday: rizz the bully's brother and come home with him to have dinner with bully and her family.
Friday: DATE THE BULLYS BROTHER.
Yep. You heard me.
That dinner went so well that the guy asked me out.
And I said yes.
I then proceeded to date him the whole year and become best friends with her mom.
Oh yeah, and I still failed math.
I'm gonna make this a series 🤭
@voyeurmunson im sure you'd get a giggle out of this. 😅🤭
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theghostofashton · 4 months
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wip wednesday
thank you to @louis-ii-reyes-strand @carlos-tk @strandnreyes @reyesstrand @lemonlyman-dotcom @carlos-in-glasses @paperstorm @lightningboltreader for the tags <3
His parents are both off early enough on Wednesday night for them to go out to dinner. He and his mom manage to convince his dad to go for dim sum, and they park themselves down at the place on Spring Street, talking and laughing like old times. TK’s face hurts from smiling. He didn’t think he missed this this much. It’s so simple, eating dinner with his parents, but his dad tells dumb jokes and his mom counters with good-natured snark and it makes him feel like a little kid again. His dad complains about grease and oil, and he and his mom exchange looks that have him giggling in his chair. They get ice cream afterward and he wonders if it’s possible to freeze a perfect moment and keep it forever.  The next day, he and his mom get to the firehouse early in the afternoon. She’s volunteered to help with cooking Thanksgiving dinner, and she quickly solicits his help. He’s mashing potatoes and checking on the turkey before long, listening to the crew chat about the calls they’ve been on. They sound really fun, mercury-poisoned corporate luncheons and getting a front row seat to everyone’s gossip. Way different than Owen's made it sound over the years. His dad has asked multiple times if this is something he’d be interested in doing, and he doesn’t know. He wouldn’t hate it, but he doesn’t know if it’s his dream. It feels like the thing that gets his dad out of bed in the morning, something he’s really passionate about, and TK just isn’t sure if that’ll be the same for him. He hopes being in college will help him figure that out. By the time 3 o’clock rolls around, TK is craning his neck and looking out the door of the firehouse, even jogging over to the entrance and peering around to see if he can spot Carlos. By 4, his mom looks at him quizzically, probably because he stops in the middle of setting the table, at one point, and runs over to look. “What’s going on, TK?” “Nothing.” She raises an eyebrow, obviously not believing him, and he sighs. “I invited my roommate to dinner, but I don’t think he’s coming.” “That was nice of you,” she says. “Maybe he had other plans.” TK shakes his head. “His family lives in Texas. I don’t think he’s going home for break.” “Oh,” she says. She comes over and lays a hand on his cheek, smiling at him. “Well, it was very sweet of you to think of him. I’m sure he’s grateful.”
getting to this pretty late, so i'm just gonna leave an open tag!
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tenta-cute · 2 years
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Billy Lore From 'Runaway Max': Chapter 2 & 3
I'm back with another portion of Billy lore! Chapter 2 mostly describes Max's day at school and there's nothing too interesting in it, so since the post would be too short I am merging it with lore from chapter 3, which has a mix of Hawkins and more Cali flashbacks!
Also I noticed that there's probably gonna be some overlap with scenes from the show, so if something feels too familiar... it's probably because the book is retelling the scene you've already seen.
Spoilers and lore from CHAPTERS 2 and 3 under the cut!
Chapter 2:
Hawkins.
Billy and Max go to school a month after the year officially starts. Due to some paperwork not having arrived in time they get to stay home on Monday. (Edit/note: perhaps it’s due to wonky translation, but it wasn’t clear for how long they’ve been in Hawkins until they went to school - it sounds like it could be either a month or three/four days. If I ever get my hands on the English version of the chapter I’ll edit accordingly.)
The Camaro smells like hairspray and cigarettes.
The reason why they left Cali is not known.
Billy took the move pretty badly. He was clearly upset, started blasting music at max volume, stopped coming home for dinner...
Susan told Billy to drive Max to the middle school and walk her to the door, but he went straight for the high school's parking. When Max reminds him that he was supposed to make sure he gets to the building, he tells her he can't be assed to do it and that he's not being paid for it. Max walks to the school building alone.
Chapter 3:
California flashbacks!
After the school year ends, Neil decides the Family will have a Family Dinner at Captain Spaulding's. It happens on a Wednesday, which is apparently is when Susan normally cooks rigatoni with meatballs.
Billy aggressively doesn't care, and spends the entire dinner sprawled out in the chair and staring at the ceiling.
Neil decides that Max is not being nice enough to her mom, which annoys her. When Max whispers a honest to God 'You're not my real dad' under her breath, Neil hears, grabs Max's arm and forcibly pulls her off the chair, ordering her to go wait in the car.
Susan's car is a buick skylark.
Billy follows after Max and watches her silently for a while, after which he lights a cigarette and warns Max that she fucked up by going against Neil.
When Max tells Billy she doesn't want Neil to act like her dad because he isn't her dad, Billy tells her that Neil isn't his dad either.
He emotionlessly informs Max that Neil is awful. Too awful to be anyone's dad.
Then the story skips to Hawkins. Halloween Time!
Billy's sweet singsong voice comes out when he's annoyed. In this scenario he's annoyed because they're supposed to be leaving soon and Max is not ready.
When he sees Max with her Michael Myers mask, he silently Stares at her. When she says that it's Halloween he Stares more, and when she gets annoyed he tells her not to be surprised if she ends up looking childish, because in middle school only losers still wear Halloween costumes. (Bold words from a guy who will soon try to eat toilet paper.)
This makes Max not wear the costume to school on that day.
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buckysimp101 · 2 years
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To the Moon and Back
Summary: You’re pregnant with your first child with Nikki Sixx. Over the course of your pregnancy you and Nikki both keep journals to document the changes to come. These are a few snippets.
Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Tommy Lee x Heather Locklear
warnings: none, fluff (it’s a warning...it’s a fluffy Nikki Sixx for goodness sake!
a/n: this is long.....but damn it’s sweet. brb. gotta lil dirt in my eyes. not crying. just dirt.
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February 14, 1992
October. October’s gonna be a big month. Oh fuck is October gonna be a big month. It’s our anniversary. The third one. October 15th, 1989 I made the decision to marry the love of my life, Nikki Sixx. Your daddy. Not only are we celebrating our third anniversary, we’re going to be celebrating you, sweet love. Let me fill you in on mama’s last couple of days. 
When I woke up on Sunday, I had this horrible stomach ache. I thought maybe it was something I ate on Saturday, your dad decided to make ribs for dinner and they were great! But I thought maybe they just didn’t agree with me. As the day went on my nausea turned into just plain tiredness. I couldn’t get off the couch if I tried! Nikki made me peppermint tea to try and calm the nausea and made sure to make the couch up as comfy as possible, he’s really great. But nevertheless, nothing helped. On Wednesday, Nikki and the boys were in the studio so Heather came over to hang out for a little bit. I was in terrible shape and Heather finally asked me the question that seemed to have been sitting in the back of my mind since the beginning of the week, “do you think you could be pregnant?” While I sat on the couch contemplating her question, Heather ran to the closest pharmacy to buy an at home pregnancy test. 
Sweet love, I swear that was the longest ten minutes of my life. But sure enough, two little lines, clear as day, popped up. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. Your daddy and I had talked about wanting a family and here you are. I called my doctor as soon as I could to set up an appointment for today to confirm your existence. One blood test, and a slightly green Aunt Heather, later I had my proof. You. I cannot wait to tell your daddy about this tonight! I have another appointment in a few weeks! I hope he’ll be able to go! Time to get ready to see your daddy, celebrate Valentine’s Day and tell him all about you, sweet love! Just know, Mommy loves you to the moon and back.
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February 14, 1992
Oh shit. It’s happening.
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February 15, 1992
Okay. I’m doing a lot better today than I was last night, my head feels better. Your ma told me she had decided that she was going to keep a journal of her pregnancy with you so I decided, eh, why the fuck not. Shit, probably shouldn’t say fuck...damn it...oh well. I decided to keep one too, who knows, maybe you’ll read it one day. Maybe I’ll gift it to you...that might be a stretch cause I’m not really certain what I’m gonna write yet... But little one, your ma and I? We love you so much already. I came home last night, long day out with your Uncle Tommy as we tried to figure some shit out, fuck  shit I’ll probably have to tell T-Bone soon if Heather hasn’t yet, but anyways. Yeah, I came home and your mama, oh she was so pretty. The prettiest. Standing in the living room with the biggest smile on her face, hands behind her back. I swear all she needed was a bow and that is all the gift I could have wanted. But then, she had to go and hand me this little bag with a smirk on her face. A smirk that usually only means trouble and I opened the bag expecting there to be...something else...from your ma. 
But nope. There, wrapped in tissue paper, was a little Mötley Crüe onesie. Where the hell she managed to find that is beyond me, I know that our merch team was working on that a while back for a bit but I never thought about it til now. I had to look from the onesie, to your mom, back to the onesie, back to your ma. The next thing I remember was waking up to the side of your mom’s concerned face, phone in her hand yelling at someone to come over that I had passed out. I took the phone from her then, she was talking to Aunt Heather of course, told Heather I was fine and we just needed to talk, and hung up. It felt like a million years. That’s how long it took me to finally grow the balls to look my wife, your mother, my beautiful YN, in the eyes and ask “did that onesie mean what I think it means?”
You’d have thought I asked her to marry me all over again. Her eyes got all teary, her head nodding as fast as possible. All I could think over and over and over was “I’m gonna be a daddy.” I still can’t believe it. Your ma has an appointment in a couple weeks where we should get to hear your heartbeat! She says the doctor’s estimate your due date is October 6th. I told her it would be funny if you were born on our anniversary, who knows! Babies are usually born late! Or at least I think they are. I don’t know little one, all I know is that your ma and I are so excited and we cannot wait to meet you. Until next time.
-Daddy Sixx
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March 9, 1992
Sweet love, your heartbeat? It’s so fast. I’ve never heard anything quite like that. I think even your daddy teared up at the sound! That’s right, we got to hear your heartbeat today. I think the doctor almost passed out when your daddy stood up as they called my name. She almost did the last time when Aunt Heather was with my too. Your daddy has that affect on people though. After hearing your heartbeat we got to see you and oh sweet love, you’re so small! About the size of a cherry according to the doctor! I don’t think it really clicked for me. I’ve known about you for over three weeks now but I think hearing your heartbeat and seeing you on that monitor made it really sink in. This is real. I’m gonna be a mama. Nikki Sixx is gonna be a daddy. You’re real and you’re ours. After my appointment your daddy took me to the store, raving about all the baby clothes we were going to buy and all the things he was going to teach you. He wants to teach you how to play bass, says that Uncle Tommy will teach you how to play piano if you really want. Just hearing your daddy get so excited about the future and the role you will play in it made me start crying in the middle of the store. Happy tears of course. Now, I’m about to start crying again. I cannot wait to go on this journey with your daddy, I just know he’s as excited as I am. I love you to the moon and back, sweet love.
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April 10, 1992
Alright little one, your mama and I did a big thing this week....we told Uncle Tommy and Uncle Mick about you. In case you were wondering, daddy met Uncle Tommy and Uncle Mick when we started a band called Mötley Crüe. Yep, that’s right. Your old man is a fuckin’ rockstar. Who knows how long that’ll last. You’ve got another uncle, Uncle Vince. I don’t know when you’ll meet him, hell I don’t know if you’ll ever meet him. But I hope you can. He might be a pain in my ass at times, but he’s still my brother.
Anyways, yeah we had Uncle Tommy, Aunt Heather and Uncle Mick over for dinner the other night. You could tell that Aunt Heather knew. God she as bubbly as hell. Barely containing that contagious smile of hers. Tommy and Mick were dense as hell though, neither of them could see through her face. Your ma, man she was glowing. She barely has a belly and wears her clothes not as tight but I know it’s there. God she looks amazing. But she decided to let me tell T-bone and Mick. And when I told them she was expecting...your Uncle Tommy straight up said “expecting what, a delivery?” Uncle Mick looked like he could have driven his fork through the drummer’s hand at that moment. Uncle Tommy always was a little slower on the uptake. “Well. I guess in a way yeah, due October 6th,” I said hoping the word “due” would spark something in your Uncle Tommy’s head. “Oh cool, must be something really cool if it’s on backorder for that far out,” was Tommy’s response causing me, Uncle Mick, Aunt Heather and your ma to roll your eyes. Finally I said “yeah you idiot, it’s gonna be your niece or nephew.” Tommy, the fucking idiot (sorry kid you might as well learn that about him now) said, “wait how did you know Athena is pregnant...wait Thena is pregnant!?” He thought we were talking about his sister... Heather finally slapped him on the arm and said “No,Thomas! Athena is not pregnant. YN and Nikki are having a baby!”
I’ve never been tackled like that before. And I played football in high school. All six foot two of your Uncle Tommy’s twiggy ass frame bowled me over as he wrapped me in a SOUL CRUSHING hug. I haven’t seen him look that excited since his wedding day. Needless to say, I think Uncle Tommy is just as excited to meet you as we are. See you soon, little one.
-Daddy 
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July 4, 1992
Well it’s the fourth of July. We are well past the halfway point and only a few months away from meeting you, sweet love! Once I hit the halfway mark the nausea and morning sickness calmed down. But now the cravings have started. Your daddy is an angel. An angel sent from heaven, though some in the music  industry have actually argued that he’s a demon sent from hell but that’s a story for another time. He has left the house at 3am to get me pickles and ice cream from the 24 hour grocery store. He’s done this 5 times in the last month. Whenever he comes back he just fixes me a bowl, brings it back to the bedroom and lays down next to me, placing his hand on my belly to see if he can feel you kick after the craving is satisfied.
 You do that now! It’s so amazing, my bladder doesn’t thank you for it but it really is the most incredible sensation. The first time I felt it I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. That was our baby! Those little butterflies that I always feel in my stomach when I’m around your dad are real and they’re you, our sweet love. I think it’s daddy’s favorite thing. Well, that and the bump. You’d have thought I was Aphrodite herself the way your father stared at me the moment he started to notice the physical changes, my body growing to accomodate your ever growing self.
 Uncle Tommy and Aunt Heather have gone overboard. They both like to purchase gifts and clothes for you whenever they can. Uncle Mick will occasionally see something in a store and give it to your daddy to add to the nursery. That’s another thing, your daddy LOVES decorating your nursery. I think he’s tried to paint it twenty different colors, I finally got him to decide on a nice light gray. We opted out of finding out the sex at my last appointment, we want to keep it a surprise. Let’s see if your daddy can handle the suspense. 
Tonight your daddy fell asleep after getting my pickles and ice cream so I guess it’s time for me to do the same. Good night sweet love and remember, Mommy and Daddy love you to the moon and back.
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August 29, 1992
Four and a half weeks. We are four and a half weeks out from your due date...and little one we have no clue what your name is. And I thought finding out what your Uncles and I would name our bad was hard...naming a human is difficult as hell. Since we made the decision to not find out the sex we split up, mama gets to pick the girl names, I pick the boy names, and then we narrow it down to our favorites. Your ma likes all sorts of different names for you. She likes Olivia, that one I don’t hate as much, but she also mentioned Eleanor and Charlotte. I looked at her and said “when have you ever met a baby Eleanor or Charlotte? The answer is never, they’re all old ladies with hard candies in their purse leaving lipstick on your face while they pinch your cheek.” Needless to say that didn’t make your mama too happy. Meanwhile I suggested names like Maverick and Zane. Mama’s apparently over her Top Gun phase because she shut both of those down. So, back to the drawing board I guess. Maybe I could get Uncle Tommy’s help.
 Your Aunt Heather held a baby shower for you last week and man are you spoiled. The most spoiled baby to be on the Sunset Strip. I don’t know how you’re gonna wear all the clothes you have, but your ma says you’ll get the chance provided you don’t grow to fast. I don’t know much about babies, to be honest. Your ma got me this book to read to prep me and I’m not really one to read but...who knows...maybe I’ll feel the urge to actually read the closer we get. And shit are we getting close. I still think you’re going to be a neat anniversary present. I just feel it in my bones. October 15th’s just a great date. It would be crazy if you DIDN’T come that day. 
Well whether you come on your due date or on our anniversary, I just want you and mama to be happy and healthy. You’re both the most precious things in my life and man I cannot wait to see how this crazy life of mine goes. Mama told me she’s been signing off her entries a certain way so...guess I could do that too. Daddy loves you to the moon and back.
-Daddy
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October 2, 1992, 3am
Something isn’t right. I keep getting this tightening in my back that lasts for a few minutes, then it goes away. I’ve read about Braxton-Hicks contractions, false labor, and this is the perfect time for those. I’ll give it a few more hours. See how it is. Maybe then I’ll wake up Nikki.
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October 2, 1992, 7am
Alright, little one. Daddy knows he’s talked to you a million times and told you he’s ready to meet you but I’m gonna need you to just hold on a litttttle bit longer. We’re a week out from the due date now, so that wouldn’t be bad at all but man I’m freaking out. Mama’s freaking out. Just give us a minute little one. I gotta get your mama to the hospital.
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October 4, 1992, 5pm
So daddy and mommy were wrong, my sweet Olivia Nicole Sixx. You didn’t come on your due date, you didn’t come on our anniversary. Instead, you decided to make your grand appearance kicking and screaming at 12:01am on October 3rd, 1992. Just in time for your Uncle Tommy’s birthday. Oh was he thrilled, he couldn’t believe the phone call he got from your daddy. I could hear his whoops all the way in the hospital bed where I was trying to feed you. 
You, my sweet love. You have changed our lives. You look just like your daddy. Because of course you do. I do all the work of carrying you for 9 months and pushing you out of a very small hole in my body thank you very much, for you to come out with a head full of dark hair and light eyes. They’re blue right now but I have no reason to believe that they won’t be that same familiar green that I know and love. Your daddy cried. He also almost passed out again when the doctor asked him if he wanted to help catch you. He was so excited for that possibility.. but luckily, the nurse saw him turn quite an interesting shade of green and managed to move him back up to my head to aid in the pushing process. Didn’t need me and your daddy to wind up as patients.
I know I have told you a million times throughout these last 9 months that you are so loved. But my girl, my sweet love, your father and I love you a million lifetimes over. If you asked us to catch the moon for you we’d do it a thousand times over just to make you happy. I am so lucky to be your mama, and I know your daddy feels the same way.
Well it’s time to feed you again. I wonder if your daddy has had time to write his entry yet...I love you to the moon and back, Liv. Always.
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October 4, 1992, 10pm
I don’t have the words. I’ve been writing lyrics for years and I just don’t have enough words to tell you how much I love you. You, Olivia Nicole Sixx, came into our lives with a scream and a clap of thunder on October 3, 1992 at 12:01am. I think I almost screamed too when I tried to catch you but...that’s a different story...one I’m sure your mama has already added to her entry.
Your Uncle Tommy, oh he has never been more excited to share his birthday with anyone else. I called him from the hospital around 8am yesterday and he thought I was telling him happy birthday, well that was part of it but when he answered I could barely hide my excitement. I nearly yelled “Hey Uncle Tommy when are you going to meet your birthday twin?” I think if he had been here he would’ve tackled me like he did all those months ago. He and Aunt Heather will meet you in a few days when we get out.
But my sweet girl. My daughter. My shining star and the light of my life. Your mama and I are so lucky to know you. Hell, I’m lucky to have both of you. I have never seen your mother look stronger than when she pushed you out. That could not have been me, I’d have died. I swear I think she pulled out a couple chunks of my hair and added a few more scars to my arm. But that’s not what this is about right now. 
You’ve only been in our lives for almost two days, and damn it might sound cheesy but I swear you’re the sunshine of our lives. But your birth has kinda thrown me into a bit of a thought spiral. Am I gonna be a good dad? Who knows. I didn’t exactly have the best reference for what that looked like growing up. But Livvie, I swear to you I will do all I can to make sure you know that you are loved and that you will never want for anything. We are so lucky to have you in our lives and we cannot wait to watch you grow. Our love for you, Olivia, could stretch to the moon and back infinite times. 
Love always,
Daddy.
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heavencasteel420 · 5 months
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WIP Wednesday
From Tomorrow’s a Long Way Off:
They turned onto Robin’s street, and her house came into view. Jonathan took in the yellow clapboard house, the overgrown vegetable garden in the front, the tents where the mushrooms grew in the back.
“Your parents grow all of this?” he asked.
“Yeah, they have a mushroom farm.” Robin watched his awed expression, bemused. She hadn’t expected him to make fun of her weird hippie parents or anything, but she definitely hadn’t expected him to be impressed. “Sorry about the smell. It’s…earthy.”
“No, no,” Jonathan said. He eyed the vegetable garden. “I would kill for these tomatoes. God, there’s so many of them.”
“You really don’t have to,” she protested with a grin. “My parents will probably just give you some.”
As they approached the front porch, she heard the strains of Motown coming from inside. This told her two things: that her parents were home, and that they were having a good time.
“I can go home,” Jonathan offered, as though he’d finally realized their destination. “It’s not that far.”
“No,” Robin said decisively. “You’re gonna tell them how much you want to murder them for their veggies. They’ll love you.”
When she opened the front door, she was greeted with a mortifying, but totally expected sight: her dad grooving around the kitchen and singing along with the music while chopping vegetables.
“Maybe you’ll go away and never call,” he crooned, “and a taste of honey’s worse than none at all. Oh, in that case I don’t want no part, I do believe—”
He stopped when he saw them. A grin spread over his face.
“Rob!” he said. “And Jonathan Byers! Come on in. We made bran muffins.”
From Tonight, Tonight:
Anya cracked a smile, too, and reached out her arms to Miri. Soon the two of them were slow-dancing to the old-timey-strip-club arrangement and overwrought vocals.
“When you’re young and so in love as we, and bewildered by the world we see,” Anya sang, in a low, pleasant voice, while Miri giggled into her shoulder. “Why do people hurt us so? Only those in love will know, what a town without pity can do.”
Jonathan smiled, too, even as he kept one eye on the clock. He had options. He could suggest, in a nice, casual way, that they pick up the pace so they could all go home for Thanksgiving. (He knew himself. It wouldn’t come out nice or casual.) He could tell them that he had a long drive, maybe even that his mom was in a hospital with limited visiting hours. (This shouldn’t seem so unthinkable, not when Anya freely discussed her sick dad and Miri talked about how her own mom had kicked her out, but he couldn’t open that door.) He could tell them to go on home, lock up, and come back to finish cleaning up after dinner with Lonnie. (His bones ached just thinking about it. He’d probably do it.)
Or he could get off the stepladder, jump into the Pinto parked outside, and drive as far east or west as the car would take him. Forget the diner politics. Forget Lonnie’s offer of KFC and easy money. Forget well-meaning ex-hippie Ms. Lafitte, who’d sighed over his half-finished English assignment on Wednesday. Forget Gloria, who was eating turkey with her family in South Bend tonight while he drove all over the state for people who didn’t care about him.
No, he thought, blinking at the mustard dispenser. That wasn’t fair to Gloria, not when he knew how complicated her situation was. It definitely wasn’t fair to Mom. She didn’t always know him, but that wasn’t her fault.
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starseneyes · 9 months
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Goodbye Cheryl Anne Marek 1984-2023
If you've been around for a while, you've probably seen me talk about my dear friend Cheryl in my Metas. Well, this morning, she lost her fight with cancer after a 5 year battle.
Under the cut is what I wrote on other Socials to remember her... not by how she died, but how she lived.
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CHERYL UPDATE: At 1AM, my beautiful friend left this mortal plane.
I've had so much time to prepare, you'd think I'd be impenetrable, but I admit I'm aching knowing she's gone.
For 5 years, she battled terminal cancer. But I want to share a few memories of how she lived.
Cheryl and I met when we were 11. Gifted kids, both of us. We shared most our Middle School classes.
Middle School was an adventure that we all survived together. Cheryl and I were always friends, even if I don't think either of us would have considered each other a best friend at that point.
We shared a lot of the same friends, so it was natural we hung out together.
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By high school, we were both in the chorus. I tried track Freshman year, but there was a snag.
Despite Mom working 18hr days as a film/tv hair & makeup artist, she couldn't afford to give me money for dinner out after track meets.
I babysat, but couldn't earn fast enough.
When I told Cheryl why I had to quit, she offered to pay for my dinners the rest of the year.
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It was $7 once a week to Sonic, but to me it was an overwhelmingly kind gift. I wanted to turn it down, but something in me said to accept.
That was Cheryl's first gift.
After Sophomore year, I moved to Virginia. We didn't see each other for nearly a decade until she moved to Virginia—a half hour from me.
We started hanging out, again. Cheryl wanted to do a Fun Run, but I was strapped for cash. She gifted it to me. Another gift.
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I had three kids, and when the Littlest was not even a year, I was laid off. I built my freelance career bit by bit, but that first year was tough.
Cheryl saw the strain and took me for dollar tacos every Wednesday. Sometimes the baby joined and flirted with other tables.
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I hosted chili cook-offs and game nights, and lots of other fun over the next few years.
Cheryl was diagnosed with esophageal cancer and given 2% odds of living a year.
She missed her commissioning as a Civil Engineer in the military by three weeks. Her Cancer battle began.
The short version is that she beat it… then was diagnosed, again, then beat it, again.
We saw each other as much as her schedule of treatments and trips allowed. You see, Cheryl didn't let Cancer stop her.
She went skiing, ice climbing, adventuring, and built memories.
Cheryl came on a camping trip with me that Matt couldn't make. We had SO much fun… until my Eldest nearly knocked out 4 teeth.
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As I sped down the mountain she made calls. When asked how long we'd be, she said, "It won't take long. Rachel's driving like a bat outta hell".
We tried an RV trip together, once (LONG story), and the kids had a marvelous time out on the water with Aunt Cheryl.
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One of the last good times before Cancer came back a third time. And still, as she was fighting to finish her Doctorate (she did) and finding ways to help those she loved.
The biggest gift Cheryl gave me was a friend who understood me. She got me. And I got her.
Talking to Cheryl, she understood my drive. My passion. How I'd forget to take care of myself while taking care of others.
Because she was the same way. We were two of a kind.
Our last text exchange was one of gratitude and love. I only hope with all that Cheryl gave me, I gave her something precious in return. Because, golly, I loved her.
Rest in peace, Cheryl Anne Marek. Your fight is over. Your legacy will live on. And I will always love you.
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