#a baby shower i would have actually enjoyed attending

[rhettabbotts]

baby, if you only knew - dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

pairing: dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

summary: tensions boil over and everything changes for you and rhett one night at a rancher’s event you attend.

w/c: 5.4k (she’s a mammoth)

warnings: 18+ only. smut. age gap (babysitter 20s, rhett 40s). dirty talk. making out in an elevator. daddy kink. possessive rhett. slightly rough sex. cunnilingus. hair pulling. overstimulation. size kink. aftercare. rhett’s grey hair. some fluff.

a/n: i can see you by taylor swift is to blame for this. enjoy the filth! also couldn’t stop myself from adding some babysitter lore. also see green, green dress from tick, tick…boom! for the dress reference!

Six months. Six long, tortuous months of working under Rhett Abbott’s roof.

Okay, it wasn’t as bad as you were making it out to be in your head. His daughters were angels, and you appreciated that he worked with your school schedule as you attended your graduate program. And he let you live in his guest room rent free.

But it was sweet torture. You had fallen hard for the single father of two and it made every day even harder than the last. Rhett was a wonderful man, an attentive father, and a hell of a cook. A hard worker and he was so handsome, you could hardly breathe around him. Who wouldn’t fall in love with the cowboy?

You tried everything in the world to rid your thoughts of him, but you were highly unsuccessful. And he only did things that made it worse. Every time you brushed by him in the halls it felt like electricity coursed through your entire body. He had to feel it too, right?

Delusional. That’s what you were. You were the babysitter. Nothing more. Eventually, the girls would grow up and you wouldn’t be needed anymore. And that thought caused your chest to tighten painfully.

What a thought to have while washing the dishes. You heard your name but it sounded far off, like your ears were full of cotton.

“Tilly, come quick!” Grace shouted once more to get your attention. It made you turn abruptly, soap suds went flying as you dropped the ceramic pot you were washing. “Sorry,” she mumbled when you glared slightly at her.

“What’s wrong, Gracie?” you questioned as you wiped your hands off with the flower embroidered kitchen towel. Something you bought and put out to leave your own touch on this place.

“Oh. Nothing. Ellie just wanted to show you that we won our game.” The girls had been obsessed with Super Mario Brothers and had been playing it for days.

“That’s great guys! How about we take a break and you help me get dinner started?”

“Can we have ice cream for dessert?” Ellie, Rhett’s younger daughter pouted, bright blue eyes pleading. She and Grace were the carbon copies of Rhett. Same eyes, same nose, same crooked smile. You could never say no to them.

“Of course. But don’t tell your dad,” you whispered, placing your finger to your lips like it was a top secret.

The girls helped you finish the food just as Rhett came in from another long day of herding and branding cattle. He was dusty, covered in dirt and sweat and tendrils of his hair stuck to his forehead, the ends curling up. You wanted to run your fingers through it, sweat be damned.

“Daddy!” “Daddy, look at what we made!”

The girls ran towards Rhett, pausing when they got close enough to smell him.

“You stink,” Grace commented flatly.

“Thanks. Love you too. Listen, I’m gonna go shower and I’ll be down in a bit. You all can start without me,” Rhett said as he kicked his boots off by the door and took the stairs two at a time. “Oh, and Tilly?” He called from the upstairs landing.

“Yeah?”

“I gotta ask you something later. Don’t let me forget.”

You just nodded, stomach turning at the thought of what it could be.

Grace and Ellie helped you set the table, always eager to follow your every move. It makes you smile. Sometimes you felt like an actual family. And then you had to bring yourself back to reality. Just the nanny. Nothing more. Dinner was quiet, everyone was hungry and occupied with getting their bellies full.

You were resting on the couch as Rhett finished bath and bed time with the girls, trying to read your latest book but your mind was going a thousand miles a minute. Your heart started to beat faster as you heard Rhett descend down the stairs.

Rhett took himself to the kitchen, busying himself by pouring a glass of whiskey. A bottle you bought for him for Christmas the year prior. You peeked at him over the top of your book, watching his back muscles flex in the tight black tee he wore. Your mouth watered at the sight of his strong arms and his soft stomach as he turned to face you.

You quickly raised the book above your eyes, fearing that you had been caught staring. You missed Rhett’s knowing smirk.

“Move over,” Rhett poked at the bottom of your foot, the motion tickling you ever so slightly and causing you to jerk your leg towards you. “What are you reading? New dirty novel?” He teased.

“No…” you said quietly, a little shamefully.

“Liar. Is this one better than the last at least?”

“So far. Hey, what did you want to ask me earlier?” You stretched your legs back out and they landed in Rhett’s lap. He didn’t seem to mind. His unoccupied hand landed on your shin, calloused thumb lightly brushing the bone there. Your mind went blank and you could hear nothing but static in your ears.

“I got invited to this rancher’s event. They want me to give a speech. Stupid, but I agreed. And I… I need a plus one. And I figured maybe if you wanted to-“

“Yes!” You said eagerly, spine straightening. “I mean- sorry- go ahead…” Your cheeks felt hot at your abruptness. He was probably going to ask you to set him up with someone. Probably Lisa, Ellie’s dance teacher. She always had her eye on him.

“I wanted to ask if you wanted to come with me. Give you a break. It’s the weekend my parents wanted to take the girls camping. That is.. if you didn’t have any plans…”

Rhett sounded nervous. He was looking down at where his hand rested on your leg, avoiding all eye contact.

“Oh. Yeah. I don’t have anything going on. I’ll go with you. As-“

“Friends, of course.”

“Right. Friends. What’s the dress code?” You asked, heart sinking slightly.

“Black tie,” Rhett grumbled. He hated dressing up. If he can’t wear flannel, he doesn’t want to be there.

“Perfect. I’ll find a dress to wear.”

“Well. I’ll leave you to the reading. Goodnight, Tilly.” Rhett tapped your leg a couple of times before moving you so he could stand.

You sighed deeply as he left the room, trying to ignore the gut wrenching feeling you had at his response. You couldn’t focus on your book and you eventually went upstairs to attempt to sleep.

“I want you so bad,” Rhett growled against your neck, teeth sinking into your skin causing you to whimper and arch against him. His leg was in between yours, keeping your thighs separated and your barely covered cunt brush against his suit pants. “You’re fucking soaked, sweet girl. You’ve wanted this for so long, haven’t you?”

“Rhett, please!” You whined pathetically, grinding down on his thigh, searching for any sort of relief.

“Beg for it, baby. Beg for daddy. Tell me what you want.” Rhett said, voice low and gravelly. He pressed you into the wall harder, flexing his thigh as you keened. “I know you want me to fu-“

“Tillyyyyyy, wake uppppp,” a tiny voice called from the other side of the door. Your eyes shot open so fast it made your head spin. Your entire body was hot even though you just had the sheet covering you and the ceiling fan was on. You were having a dream about Rhett. A fucking wet dream. And now Ellie was yelling at you in the hallway. You felt like you were being punished.

You checked your phone. 5:37am. Jesus, why was she awake?

“I’m up, El. Hold your horses.” You went to the en-suite bathroom to splash cold water on your face. “Get yourself together. Now,” you said through gritted teeth, pointing a finger at yourself in the mirror.

The four-year-old stood outside your door with her stuffed horse tucked under her arms. Her eyes were a little red and she was sniffling.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I feel sick,” she whispered weakly, clutching the horse to her chest tighter.

“Come on, bug. I’ll get you some medicine.”

You picked her up and perched her on your hip as you carried her down the stairs. Her forehead felt a little warm. She sat patiently on the counter while you poured the medicine in the little cup and you rubbed her back as she swallowed it.

“Good job, El! I’m proud of you. Here, drink some water and let’s get you back to bed, okay?”

She nodded as she took a big gulp of water from her sippy cup. You trotted back up the stairs, bouncing her slightly to make her giggle.

“Alright, you got your water here and Honey is right here with you. Try to get some sleep, bug. I’ll fix pancakes when you wake up.” You tucked Ellie in, kissing her forehead before you stood up.

Her eyes were already heavy and she mumbled something you couldn’t hear.

“What was that?”

“Luh you, mama.” She repeated sleepily, snuggling her horse and then started snoring softly immediately.

“Oh… I- I love you too, bug.”

You didn’t know how to react. She had never called you that before and it made your eyes misty with tears. You couldn’t go back to sleep. Not after the dream and not after Ellie calling you mama.

The next few hours went by in a blur. You had planned to go shopping with your friend Tabitha to find your dress for the dinner. After dropping the girls off at school, you met Tabitha at the mall. You were in a daze, barely listening to her rant about her latest failed Tinder date.

“Hellooooo,” she snapped her fingers in front of your face. “Are you even listening?”

“Yeah, sorry. No, I’m just- I don’t know what I’m doing,” you sighed as you placed your face in your hands.

“What do you mean?”

“With Rhett! It’s like- why am I going to this dinner? Why do I keep torturing myself? And Ellie! She called me her mom this morning! I want a family and I feel like I have it but it’s not really mine, you know?”

“You need to get laid. That’s what you need,” Tabitha said nonchalantly. She looked through the dresses on the rack in the store you were in. “Oh. My. God. This. This dress. Go try it on. NOW!”

She shoved a velvet dress into your arms and pushed you towards the fitting rooms. It was a deep green color, the fabric felt soft against your skin. It wasn’t a dress you would pick out for yourself but once you slid it over your head your jaw dropped at the sight in the mirror.

The bodice was a corset type, something you didn’t typically reach for but was pleasantly surprised at how it looked on you. The dress was form fitting but not uncomfortably so. The strap tied around your neck, lifting your chest and displaying the tops of your breasts tastefully.

The dress hugged your every curve, accentuating parts of your body you weren’t necessarily happy with, but now you felt sexy. Powerful. You opened the door and called for Tabitha. She came running with a few other options in her hands but her reaction matched your own as she laid eyes on you.

“Holy fuck. Yeah, no, forget these. You have to get that one. If he doesn’t fuck you, I will.”

You rolled her eyes at her antics and looked into the mirror once more. You felt so beautiful in the dress. It made you a little giddy at the thought of Rhett’s reaction. If he even had one. You tried to shake the negative thought away. If he didn’t appreciate it, someone else would. Maybe a nice cowboy who’d be down for a one night stand at a fancy hotel.

The week passed by in the blink of an eye and before you knew it, Rhett was packing the girls’ bags for their camping trip and was shouting up at you that he was going to pick up his suit in town from the tailor’s.

You took your time styling your hair the way you liked and you did your makeup, keeping it light but putting on a red lip. Just to be a little bold.

You hid in your room until you heard Rhett finish getting ready and head down the stairs.

“Tilly, you ready? We should leave so-“ Rhett stopped as he turned at the sound of your heels clicking against the wood. “Wow…” he breathed. “You look, ehem, you look nice. That’s a pretty dress.” He fiddled with his cuff links, avoiding eye contact.

“Thank you,” you responded shyly. He held his arm out to escort you to the black pickup truck. The ride was silent except for the radio and the hum of the engine. You couldn’t stop from looking to Rhett. His hair was slicked back, the gray hair looked more prominent. His temples were nearly white. He had a shadow of stubble on his jaw and his suit fit him in all the right places.

You pulled up to a beautiful hotel. It was a grand building, accents of gold sparkled in the setting sun and gorgeous flowers lined the walkways. Rows of trucks indicated that you were at the right place. And the men in bolo ties and cowboy hats gave it away.

Rhett forwent his Stetson and chose a sleek black tie, looking a little out of place but you thought he looked beautiful.

He parked and inhaled deeply, gripping the steering wheel with both hands and closing his eyes.

“Everything okay?” You questioned, placing a perfectly manicured hand on his forearm.

“Huh? Yeah. M’good. Just nervous. I can’t stand half the people in that room,” he mumbled, smiling softly at you. It made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“You’ll do great. I can fake an emergency if needed.”

“Fall down the stairs if I give you a look,” Rhett joked.

“You got it, boss,” you winked at him. You reached for the door handle, preparing to get out of the truck but his hand on your arm now stopped you.

“Wait… I have something for you. A token of appreciation for coming with me. Also, an early birthday present.”

Rhett pulled a long, rectangular box from the side of the door. He opened it to show a diamond bracelet.

“Rhett- that’s- I can’t-“ You couldn’t stop from reaching out and running your fingers along the jewels.

“You deserve it. You work so hard and I don’t say it enough but you mean a lot to me. To the girls. Just wanted to give you something nice,” he said, voice a little shaky.

Something shifted as he clasped the bracelet around your wrist. His touch lingered on your skin and it was hard for you to breathe. You tried so hard to keep things professional, but it’s changed. Everything has changed in the cab of Rhett’s truck.

You headed inside, arm linked with Rhett’s as he greeted the people inside. He was so charismatic, putting on a face you’d never seen before. It was sexy. He was controlling the room. Everyone loved him.

You could feel eyes following you as you walked towards the front of the ballroom. You heard a few whispers from the older women, surely gossiping about the obvious age gap between you and your employer.

“I’m gonna grab some drinks. You gonna be okay here?” Rhett whispered in your ear, his warm breath washing over your skin and sending a chill down your spine.

“I’ll be good. Can you get me a Long Island?”

“Of course. Be right back.” He hurried off towards the bar, getting stopped several times along the way. You felt like a fish out of water here. You chewed on your thumb nail, anxiously waiting for Rhett to come back.

“I think you’re the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen,” a voice said from behind you. You turned to see the chair to your right being pulled away and a young man, around your age, sat down beside you. His black cowboy hat hid his eyes but he had a wide smirk on his face.

“I bet you’ve said that at least ten times tonight,” you responded, trying to ignore him.

“Name’s Wes. And you are-“

“Not interested. Beat it, buddy,” Rhett growled as he sat your drinks down and sat on the other side of you, wrapping his arm around the back of your chair possessively.

“I see how it is. Rhett… good to see you.”

Rhett hummed as he glared at Wes over the rim of his glass, silently willing him to scram. It was hot.

“That wasn’t very nice.”

“He’s trouble,” Rhett mumbled.

The evening went on without a hitch. Dinner was decent and you joined in on a few conversations. Rhett’s speech was wonderful and informative about the cattle business. He looked good on stage but you knew he was nervous. He made his way back to you, smiling slightly.

“Come dance with me, honey,” he spoke lowly.

“Let me go freshen up a bit,” you squeaked, rushing to the bathroom. Your nerves were getting the best of you. It was just a dance. A quick dance and you’d be heading home. Nothing more.

You made your way back to the ballroom, catching Rhett’s eyes and you trembled slightly at the heat that formed there. A slow song started just as you made your way to the dance floor.

His large hand engulfed yours as his other splayed on the low of your back. You could smell his cologne as he pulled you close to him. You felt a piece of paper in your right palm as Rhett swayed the two of you around.

“What’s that?”

“You can read it when we’re done dancin’,” Rhett drawled, looking down at you. Even with you in heels, his frame still towered over you.

The song ended too quickly for your liking and Rhett was called over to a table filled with older gentlemen, leaving you standing in the middle of the floor. The crumpled napkin had been left in your hand and you spread it out to read the note.

Meet me at the staircase by the piano - R

You gasped slightly and looked around, meeting Rhett’s eyes as he chatted with the group he was with. He was expressionless but there was a fire in his eyes again. One that made your body react and you tried not to squeeze your thighs together in front of everyone there. You made your way back to your table to drink the rest of your drink, a little liquid courage, before you made your way to the staircase.

You stood there for what felt like ages but in reality was only a few minutes. You bounced on your feet, nerves building every second that passed.

“Hey, you,” Rhett’s voice called from behind you, approaching you with his hands in his pockets.

“Hey,” you responded, feeling awkward.

Rhett pulled a key from his pocket. A hotel room key. Room 475 engraved in the key tag.

“You can say no. You can tell me to fuck off. You can quit-“

“Yes,” the answer came without a beat.

“Yeah?” His eyebrows raised slightly, a small smirk forming on his thin lips.

“You have no idea how bad I want you, Rhett,” you confessed, breathless.

Rhett let out a desperate noise as he reached for you and crashed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, one hand cupping the back of your head. You moaned wantonly as his tongue expertly licked into your mouth. You should go upstairs, should stop before anyone sees you.

“Rhett, we should- we need to-“

“Yeah… Yeah.”

His hand linked with yours as he pulled you to the elevator, not wasting time pushing you inside and against the wall, the railing digging into your lower spine a bit uncomfortably. His lips reconnected with yours, a low grunt escaping his throat.

“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered, lips barely leaving yours. Hands explored your body, gripping at your soft hips and thighs, circling around to grab handfuls of your ass. The touch caused you to arch your body towards his, back bowing as he traveled higher and started palming your breast.

“I’ve thought about this - thought about you - for longer than I’d like to admit,” Rhett spoke, deep voice rattling in his chest. “Makes me feel like a dirty old man.”

You just whined pathetically, gripping at his lapels to anchor yourself. You were about to grind against the thigh that had pushed its way between your thighs but the high pitched ding of the elevator caused you to jump apart. Moving so fast, you would have thought you had been electrocuted.

A little old lady walked into the elevator, not missing the way you and Rhett looked disheveled. It was blatantly obvious what you were just doing. Rhett cracked a smile at her, nodding his head in her direction. Your chest was still heaving and your knees felt shaky.

She only went up two floors, a quick ride that felt like an eternity. Rhett’s pinky brushed against your hand where it rested on the rail, the small touch sending shocks through you.

“Have a nice evenin, ma’am,” Rhett said sickeningly sweet and you had to slap a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh at the look she threw his way as she exited the lift.

Your stop was next and nerves bubbled in your stomach at what was about to happen.

Silence surrounded you and Rhett now as you walked to the room. Not a word was spoken as he unlocked the door and made his way inside. You stood in the middle of the room awkwardly, wringing your hands together as you looked toward the wooden floor.

Rhett tossed his jacket haphazardly onto the floor, approaching you slowly. Giving you the chance to run. It reminded you of a lion stalking a gazelle before it pounced. His calloused hands rubbed the length of your arms before his touch brushed the side of your neck, eventually cupping your face. A rough thumb caressed your cheekbone.

“Darlin’, look at me. Please,” Rhett spoke quietly, as if not to scare you. You continued to look down, which caused him to pinch your chin and lift your gaze to him. “Are you sure about this? We can- we don’t have to-“

“No. No, I want to. I have for a while. A long, long while.”

“Good,” he said, coming out an octave lower and his eyes landed on your red covered lips. His thumb ran across the pout of your bottom lip, tugging it down slightly. “I want to devour you.”

A shaky breath escaped you before you wrapped your lips around his thumb, sucking softly on the digit.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

You stood there for a moment, his thumb in your mouth and your eyes locked on each other. It made tensions rise tenfold. You pulled away with a ‘pop’, a trail of saliva following in its wake.

Impatience got the best of you as you started clawing at his tie and shirt buttons, nearly sending them flying through the room. Rhett chuckled at your huffy breaths of frustration as you yanked on his clothing. You threw the tie behind you, his shirt was shoved off his shoulder and into the chair next to the door. His belt made a loud clink as it hit the window.

“Easy, girl. Don’t destroy the room. Or my clothes,” Rhett teased, stopping your hasty movements. You finally took the chance to pause and look at the man standing before you. Hairy chest on full display. The dark hair traveled down in a continuous line all the way down to the waist of his pants. His soft stomach and love handles made your mouth water.

“You’re so- fuck, Rhett. You’re so sexy,” you said.

“My turn.” He untied the neck of your dress slowly, taking his time pulling the bow loose. He turned you so your back was to him, unzipping you unhurriedly. You let the dress fall to your feet as you turned to face him again, leaving you in your lingerie and high heels.

“My god. Look at you.” Rhett took in the sight of you. Black lace left little to the imagination.

Things moved in a blur after that. You nearly tripped over your own feet as you tried to remove the heels and he almost ripped your bra as he unclasped it with one hand. He tossed it aside and you tried not to giggle as it landed on the lampshade of the lamp that sat on the bedside table.

The edge of the bed knocked against the back of your knees as he pushed you softly so you landed on your back, bouncing on the mattress slightly. He stood between your spread thighs, undoing the button of his slack and pushing them down, revealing the tight black boxers he wore underneath.

You let out a quiet whine as your eyes traveled down his torso and stopping at the large bulge that was confined by the cotton. Even in the low lighting, you could see a small wet spot from the precum.

Large hands massaged your inner thighs as he spread them apart even farther, causing a slight burn in your muscles. He groaned at the sight of your barely clothed cunt. Rhett fell to his knees swiftly and delved into you without warning. Expert licks moved against your wetness through the thin lace, which had been quickly ripped away. His nose bumped against your bundle of nerves as his tongue explored your folds.

His long fingers soon joined his ministrations, finding that spongy spot inside of you in a matter of seconds. You’d question how he did that later. As of now, you tried to control your shaking limbs as he pushed you higher and higher towards your peak. Scratchy stubble rubbed against you, causing a delicious burn.

He stuck true to his word and devoured you, not leaving one part of you undiscovered.

Rhett’s lips wrapped around your clit and started sucking softly, tongue flicking against the bud. You trembled beneath him and your back bowed off the mattress, bucking against his mouth. A strong arm slung itself over your middle, keeping you pinned to the bed.

Your hands gripped his locks tightly, tugging hard when his tongue sped up.

“Rhett. Oh, Rhett. Fuck. Daddy!” It didn’t take much for your moans to become near screams and for galaxies to explode behind your eyelids as you came against Rhett’s face. Your body was jerking involuntarily as you traveled down from your high. Rhett placed feather light kisses against you before pulling away, hair sticking up in places and his face covered in your release.

He traveled up your body and kissed you soundly, the tangy taste of your desire mixing with something so Rhett made you both moan into each other’s mouths.

“Lay back, sweetheart. Gonna take care of you,” Rhett said quietly. You made yourself comfortable against the soft pillows as Rhett stretched you in preparation for his cock. “Damn pillow princess,” he joked. It made you smile.

He had three thick fingers inside of you before you stopped him.

“Stop! Please! I- I wanna come with you inside me,” you pleaded, gripping his wrist. He nodded and pulled his fingers out fleetingly.

You blindly shoved at his boxers and he clumsily kicked them off the end of the bed, his hard cock slapping against his lower stomach. Fuck, he was big.

Rhett pulled back and sat on his knees, gripping the base of his dick and placing it on your stomach.

“Look, baby. You think you can take me? Think you can handle daddy’s cock?”

“Please! Please, fuck me. Need it. Need you. Please!” You begged, lifting your hips and causing the leaking head to brush against your already sensitive clit. You simultaneously let out a loud moan. He rubbed himself through your folds, teasing you and him both.

“Wait, hold on.” Rhett pulled away and searched for his trousers, pulling his wallet out and rummaging through it. He pulled out a foil wrapper and ripped it with his teeth. You had never seen anything sexier.

“Can I do it?” You asked shyly, propping yourself up on your elbows. He handed the condom to you and kept eye contact as you rolled the latex down his length carefully. He was heavy in your hand.

You laid back once more, a trembling breath escaping your mouth as he lined up with your entrance. Even with his prepping, it was still a stretch. The slight burn caused you to hiss and dig your nails into his biceps. He took a break between each inch, time passing slowly as he made small thrusts. He eventually bottomed out, a broken moan coming from his chest as you squeezed around his length.

You stayed like that for a moment, both breathing heavily as his forearms caged you in.

“Daddy. Move. Please,” you whined, fingers moving tangle in the curls at the base of his neck. He slowly pulled out, nearly all the way, before thrusting back into you, the girth and length of him touching places you’d never been able to reach before. It started slow, he was allowing you to get accustomed to him.

However, it didn’t take long before his thrusts became a little rougher. His hands now were placed a the top of your head as he put his body weight into his movements, grunts escaping him with each pass, your high pitched breaths matching him.

“So tight. Taking me so well. Like you were fucking made for it. Made for me. All mine, all mine,” Rhett rambled. The headboard started to smack against the wall slightly as he pounded into you. You couldn’t breathe. You were approaching a feeling you had never felt before. Your brain was becoming fuzzy and your ears were beginning to ring.

“Da-daddy. M’gonna- I’m almost there,” you squealed as a particularly harsh thrust hit your g-spot.

“C’mon, sweet baby. Come for daddy,” his deft fingers started rubbing your swollen clit in tight circles and you let out a scream as your release washed over you. Rhett continued fucking into you until he pushed deep inside you and threw his head back towards the ceiling, filling the condom with his own release.

He collapsed on top of you, full body weight covering you like a blanket. You felt like were floating. Your hand absentmindedly rubbed against Rhett’s back, his skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. You stayed silent for a while, both trying to catch your breaths as you came down. He eventually pulled out of you slowly, causing you to wince. He discarded the condom and went to the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth and a glass of water.

You were quiet as he took care of you, smiling softly as he pulled you to sit up and take a few sips of water. You had never been cared for like this after sex. It made your chest constrict. You moved under the covers and waited for Rhett to follow suit. He immediately pressed his warm body against your own, pulling you tight to his chest.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” you said with a slight giggle.

“I can’t believe it took us this long,” Rhett retorted, fingers dancing along your spine.

You both laughed a little before it fell silent once again.

“Rhett?”

“Yeah, honey?”

“What does this make us?” You asked as you ran your fingers through the thick chest hair.

“Well… I think this means you’ll be sleeping in my bed when we get home. But don’t call HR on me.”

“You are HR, Rhett. Seriously, though. Are we like-“

“I want you to be my girl. I have spent the past several months falling in love with you. And I know it’s soon, but damn it, darlin’. You’ve stolen my heart,” Rhett confessed, his words causing your eyes to well with tears.

“Rhett… I- I love you, too.”

“The girls are going to be excited. They’ve been begging me to ask you to be my girlfriend since you moved in.”

“They’re trouble, I swear,” you laughed, snuggling closer to your man.

“They’re the reason I have all of this gray hair.”

“Yeah, but it’s hot. Very… very… very hot,” you responded, emphasizing the T. You giggled as he rolled over on top of you and started kissing against your neck playfully.

You kissed each other softly in the dark until you fell asleep holding each other tight. And when the sun rose in the morning, a new beginning would be awaiting you.

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Hi! I wasnt exactly sure if you’re taking request but i was hoping for something with Lucifer and a babysitter reader. Maybe they baby sat Charlie, and they just have a lot of tension. And then maybe them reuniting after him and lilith have split and it all goes down 👀

Love your slowburny Lucifer fics 🙏🙏

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First off, thank you! I'm really glad you enjoy my stuff! I've been struggling with writing recently, so your request was perfectly timed lol

Also Yes! I'm always taking requests!

Plus, it's such a good request.. so good, I had way too many ideas for how it could go. So - this is a 2 parter >:) Suffer

CW: No smut yet, just suggestive fluff for now

Suffer | Lucifer x Reader

It really was a happy day in Hell when the royals introduced an heir to the throne. A darling daughter, who was the first of her kind; A hellborn baby, birthed by a sinner and an archangel. No one really knew what to expect or what kind of powers she held. But they had to be immense. She had to be some kind of beast, based on her genes alone. In theory. 

One look at her, all swaddled up in her mother's arms, Lucifer fell in love all over again. Sure, he was ecstatic to hear that he was having a child, but he didn't realize how much of an effect she’d have on him. She was an absolute angel. Mostly. Great powers must be controlled, and that isn't exactly something an infant can comprehend. It was innocent at first, with little fireworks coming from fingertips, toys being lost in portals, and horns and tails emerging during temper tantrums. Nothing a good nanny couldn't fix. 

That’s what Lillith’s mindset was, at least. It was a heated debate between the married couple, with Lucifer arguing a child needs to be loved and adored by their parents. He was willing to put in the time, why wasn't she? Of course, Lilith was a busy demon, with the whole empowering demonkind with her voice and songs thing, but too busy to handle her own baby?

“She’s gonna be an adult before we know it. Can’t you spend a few decades seeing her grow up..?” Lillith delicately takes her cutlery to her mouth, picking at the dinner she shared with her husband, who was seated on the other end of their lengthy table.

“Unlike you, my love, I have duties to attend to. Someone has to keep things running smoothly, to keep every demon’s hopes as high as they can be. You remember what it was like falling, being all alone and left in an unfamiliar world? I wouldn't want anyone else to feel that way. Would you?” He hated to agree, but did so anyway. She always knew what to say to make him feel guilty. Either way, she was right. He really didn't do much nowadays. He worked in his shop more, his newborn daughter becoming a great source of inspiration, but Lillith handled most of the publicity. Which, in Hell, is one of the only purposes for royalty. Lucifer didn't need to create life anymore, Hellborn creations were multiplying just fine. Probably a little too much, actually. He had all the free time in the world to shower his daughter with affection. 

“ I mean..! I guess not, but they're filthy little demons, and this is your daughter! You want to leave her in the hands of some stranger? It’s just.. not right..! She needs a mother, Lily!” He was clearly passionate about this. Slamming his fists on the table, he sent ripples through the poured wine in front of Lillith’s plate.

“Lucifer. You’re causing a scene.” He hated when she said that, too. And again, he shrunk back in his seat, keeping his mouth shut. They had been drifting apart for a while, the distance not doing them any favors. He had no interest in interacting with demonkind and was fully comfortable with letting Lillith take that on, so they became more distant as she tended to Hell’s growing population.

When she rose from her seat, he finally perked up, hoping to meet her eyes. She was already halfway out of the room. “I’ll do all the work, darling, not to worry. I’ll make sure any candidate is thoroughly interviewed and trained, I promise.” Her voice was reassuring, even with the heartless subject matter. Leaving Lucifer alone in the room with some imps that usually stand along the walls, he spotted her almost untouched plate. pushing away from the table, he nearly knocked his heavy, ornamented chair onto the ground and left through another exit.

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“Oh, Charlie.. Your mother loves you very much.” He swung the bundled-up baby in his arms, reveling in the sound of her giggles. Pressing a quick kiss to her forehead, he placed her carefully in her golden crib. Standing over her, he leaned onto the railing, watching her large red eyes flutter shut. “And.. I will shelter and adore you, sweetheart. I love you, more than anything.” He wiped a little tear that began to well up in his eye when he spoke and struggled to finally pull himself away. Protecting himself from his intrusive thoughts, he held his arms across his chest and turned to leave her nursery.

“Aww, that was so sweet..” The figure leaning in the doorframe caused him to let out a startled yelp. “Who the Hell.. You have to leave, whoever you are.” He became immediately defensive, holding his hand away from the crib in some form of protection, but he still spoke in a hushed voice. If you were just an imp he wouldn't be as worked up, but you were a sinner. A sinner who suddenly appeared in his daughter’s room. “O-oh! Um, sorry, I thought the queen would’ve.. I’m your new nanny..?” You let out a nervous chuckle, shrugging your tensed shoulders. And now? You’re admitting you're the very demon who’ll be raising his daughter alongside him. He dropped his arms, letting out a scoff, clearly unenthused. Looking you up and down, he stood there staring daggers. After a moment of awkward silence, you held out your hand to shake his, but he didn’t respond to it.

“What are your qualifications? Where did you come from? What makes you think you’re worthy of laying hands on my daughter? The princess of Hell?” He circled you, in an attempt to intimidate you, despite his small stature. “Well, um... When I was alive, I was the oldest kid at the foster house I grew up in. It wasn’t the best facility, so I basically raised most of the girls there.. I’ve seen it all, I guarantee.” You tried to lighten the mood with a quick smile, but it didint do much. “And Lillith approves of you?” You nodded, gripping the hem of your skirt nervously. “Hm. I am not as easily swayed as my wife. She’s my daughter, too. You’ll have to do better than - “ An ear-piercing wale comes from behind him. The commotion must've woken Charlie up. “Oh! No no nono..” His demonic presence faded to reveal what he really was. A father. He scooped her up and cooed, hushing her and swaying her slowly. It did nothing to help. That’s when another fact clicked in your mind; he wasn’t just a father, he was a new father. He lets out a nervous groan, wiping tears away from her heated cheeks.

“Your majesty..?” You slowly approached him, both of you still on edge. “May I?” He was clearly still debating the idea, but another loud wail had him hesitantly passing the swaddled child to your arms. He had such a light hold on her, you noticed his hands trembling when he finally released her into your grasp. You held her close, her front against your chest as you hummed in a low tone a little tune. You picked up a little trick, the vibrations from your chest helped calm her down. The action of swaying the baby and engrossing yourself in the little song running through your head actually calmed the both of you. You still spoke softly, in a low tone, “Thank you, sir. For trusting me with her, i mean. I’ll be here for anything you need. Anything she needs.” You sent him a warm smile. He simply nodded his head slowly, still witnessing the miracle that is someone with experience caring for a child. Maybe this could work out.. What could go wrong?

—

“I’m gonna getcha!” A high-pitched giggle filled the corridors of the manor, Lucifer rounds the corner to follow after his surprisingly speedy toddler. He was mostly having fun with this little game of tag but was also mildly concerned by her growing distance. “Gotcha!” A pair of arms swooped down from around another corner, scooping Charlie up as she let out a playful yelp. You held her in a tight hug, before adjusting your position to hold her up comfortably. Lucifer panted, smiling at the sight of you and his daughter, despite him being out of breath. “G-good catch.. Hoof..!” He stretches his arms upwards, then places them on the small of his back. “Aren’t you the most powerful being in Hell? Why are you acting like a middle-aged dad with a broken back?” you laughed through your words, the sound making Charlie laugh along. He stood up straight and crossed his arms over his chest, a pout on his face. “Uh, It’s for fun? Ever heard of playing pretend?” You bit your lip to prevent yourself from mocking him anymore. “Don’t laugh!” You shook your head, then watched him open his arms out to you. Or, to Charlie, actually, but you stepped back instead of handing her over. “Oh, I forgot to remind you, you actually have to head to the Heaven Embassy in a bit, so I’m gonna put Charlie down for her nap instead.” He dropped his arms and grimaced. “Right..”

This mid-day nap was a sort of tradition for Lucifer and his daughter. It was one of the few moments that Lucifer looked forward to these days. You knew that. As much as you enjoyed your job, it came with the unfortunate privilege of seeing Lucifer in his slumps. You rarely saw Lillith, actually, but that made sense. You were only here for Charlie while Lillith couldnt be. When you did spot her iin passing, you’d hand Charlie over and let the two of them have a sweet interaction, usually a quick hug and peck on the forehead, but that was usually it. You’d always notice Charlie clinging onto your shoulder and looking back in her mother’s direction whenever she handed her daughter back to you. It always crushed your heart to hear her go silent after those moments.

“Actually, I was wondering if you’d want to help get her ready for the gala tonight? You should be back in time and it won't take long. Lilith only wants her to make a quick appearance, so it shouldn't be too much work.. Good bonding moment, too!” His eyes sparkled at your invitation and he was quick to accept it. “Thank you, dear. I’ll find you after that meeting.” As he goes to walk past you, he places a hand on your back. He does this often, but as the years went on, it shifted from your shoulder to your shoulderblade, and now he delicately places his hand on your lower back whenever he can. It made you anxious at first.. Was anxious the right word? Either way, you didn't stop him.

He leaned in to place a kiss on Charlie’s forehead, becoming increasingly close to your own face. It wasn't a quick motion. He pressed a dramatic kiss onto her head, letting out a mwah! sound as he pulled back. But before he did, he looked up to you with half-lidded eyes. The eye contact seemed to last forever. And you ever wanted it to stop. A small hand came up and patted Lucifer’s cheek, a childish giggle breaking the moment between you two. What were you thinking? He’s your employer, he’s a king. He’s kind, and sweet, and tries really hard to be a good dad. Nope! Stop it.

“Right! Meeting! Heaven! Gonna.. Yup, I’ll see you.. Uh..” You finished off his words, “ - tonight?”

“Exactly! You got it! Bye, Darling!” He waved his hand off and walked off in a random direction that you were pretty sure didn't lead to where he was supposed to go. “I-I was talking to Charlie, by the way!” You heard from around the corner. You couldn’t stop your laughter with that one. “I know.” You said it softly, not letting him hear the slight disappointment in your voice.

The Gala wasn't a new event, Lillith held them often. Lucifer made his appearance with Charlie, then usually would make up some excuse to get out of the room. Gathering the leaders of each ring of Hell and some of the more powerful overlords, and demons, it was still a big deal. You dressed up Charlie often, since she would throw a temper tantrum when any of the stylists would try to get her ready. You didn't mind, you actually enjoyed prettying her up. You stalled for as long as you could, before beginning to dress her. You wanted to wait for Lucifer, but you assumed he got caught up in some kingly duties. It wasn’t that big of a deal. Don’t be upset. Stop missing him.

“Sorry - Sorry! I'm here!” The blonde demon rounds the corner, hopping on his one foot to balance himself before stopping firmly in Charlie's room. He was wearing an incredibly elegant suit. A dark purple sash cinches His waist, which was only visible because his jacket was hung over his shoulder. His shirt was speckled in gold, matching his hair when under certain light. “Had to convince them I could finish getting ready on my own! Damn stylists, can't catch a break with them.” He let out an awkward laugh, followed by a hoot. He sees Charlie, in her dark purple dress, with small poofed out sleeves, made of a transparent tool. “Charchar! Look at you, kiddo!” He scooped her up and held her close while he swung around. “You're beautiful, sweetheart.” He knew she wouldn't understand that until she was older, but never stopped him from praising her.

He pressed his forehead against hers, laughing along with her. You hated to break the tender moment, but you cleared your throat, bringing the attention back to you. “She's just about ready, just got her hair left.” He placed her back in the chair as you went for a brush. Working through her hair piece by piece, Lucifer suddenly stopped you. “Um.. can I try?” You nodded eagerly, handing the brush over. He swiped slowly, ebing startled by the crunch of a knot, he froze and pulled it away. “It’s okay, you won't hurt her - “ You didn't need to help him this way. Honestly, if anyone were to come in and witness this you could be fired. Still keeping that in mind, you place your hand over his, and guide the brush indirectly, to carefully work through her hair.

After far too long, you pulled your hand away and went to grab some other accessories. His brain was completely fried by the interaction, if this were some looney cartoon, smoke would be puffing out his ears. You weren't as calm as you were coming off as either. Why did you do that? You’d face a fate worse than a second death if anyone saw that. After letting your face cool down, you turned back and bumped Lucifer over with your hip, to take his spot directly behind Charlie. Placing your hands on her shoulders and kneeling down a bit you smile at her reflection. “What do we think, hun? Ponytail? Pigtails? Buns?”

“Braids!” You look at her with a questioning hum. “Pleease!” Braids it is. You start to section off her hair and quickly wrap one clean braid down her back. It only took you a few minutes to do it, leaving bystander Lucifer to sit in awe. He did that a lot. Whenever you’d do something with Charlie that came as second nature to you, he would watch intently. After you noticed his gaze, you began showing him how to do whatever task you had on hand. He needed those moments with her, you knew that. “Wanna give it a shot?” He jumps, as if you had just caught him doing something he shouldn't be doing. “A-Are you sure? It looks kind of complicated, I don't want to ruin her hair if - “ You interrupted his nervous rambling by calling out his title. “I’ll show you, just come watch.” He nodded, almost too quickly, and rushed to stand near you. Very near you. He stood close enough to let your shoulders touch whenever you would lift your arm a certain way. You unfurled the braid you had already done, making Lucifer let out a little sound of disappointment, that you’d ruined your hard work just for him. After attempting to explain it, he manages to struggle his way through a messy braid. He saw you holding in some kind of laugh and sent you daggers.  “No - no! It’s good! Especially for your first time, it’s holding up pretty well! Here - “ You pulled the braid back out, then restarted it, letting him pick it up at an easier place. You took his wrists every so often, to turn his hand in the proper direction before letting him go on.

The focus between the two of you suddenly became intense. He stuck out his tongue a bit, too engrossed in his styling to notice. You stood behind him, your hands pressed on his back, while you stood on your tip toes to observe what he was doing from over his shoulder. Pointing out little pieces of hair that were falling out, you would reach out your pointer finger to gesture towards it, only bringing you a bit closer together.

“Is.. Is that it?” He stepped back slowly, giving you the chance to back away with him. You swung around and examined the braid that he had probably spent too much time on, with an overly dramatic hum. Tapping your chin and squinting your eyes, you researched the braid as if it were some puzzle to solve. “It looks great, Lucifer.” Looking towards him, you were expecting an overly confident grin at the acknowledged accomplishment but instead, was met with a wide-eyed bundle of nerves.

“Sir! I-It looks good, Sir! Well - I’ll let you finish getting ready and take Charlie to -” Reaching out your hands to pick Charlie up, Lucifer stops you by grabbing your arm. “It’s okay! I mean, that’s.. That’s my name! Makes sense for you to call me that, considering its my name, so - “ He lets you go and starts fiddling with the clasps on his sleeves. “It’s okay.. for you to do that..” You smile to yourself, going back to tidying up Charlie’s get-up, doing little things like putting on her darling little shoes and tying a ribbon at the end of her hair.

Lucifer then stood in front of the mirror, brushing off his shirt and slipping on his jacket. It was a dazzling plum-colored suit coat, with golden clasps across his torso, and a golden shoulder plate, that allowed a sheer cape to drape down his left side. He was absolutely stunning. You did your best to avert your eyes, staring at him felt like staring at the sun. You only turned in his direction when he cleared his throat to get your attention. “Sorry.. dear, but uh… If you’re done with Charlie, I just - I’m struggling a little bit here..” You watched him attempt to adjust his lopsided tie, finally drooping his head with a sigh of defeat. “Wow, I thought you wore one of those every day, what’s the problem?” The teasing always helped lighten the mood, you placed your hand on your hip as you leaned your weight onto the vanity.  He glared at you again, letting out a huff before mumbling under his breath. “It’s a clip on..”

You let out a breath you had been holding in, partially from keeping in your laughter, but mostly from the nerves. With the combination of you wearing house slippers, and him wearing his particularly taller pair of boots, he managed to look down at you when you approached him. You should've made it a quick motion, you’ve tied bowties dozens of times, so it definitely wasn't a new task for you. But instead, you took your time. You carefully traced your hands up to his neck, tugging on both ends to pull it as far forward as it could go. You stopped to straighten the collar of his shirt, then delicately knotted the tie with ease. Your breath became heavier when you rested your hands on the finally tied bow, feeling his heart pounding against the side of your palm. After he caught you in your act, he stepped back, the image of his wife suddenly popping into his head. “Ahha.. Well, um - Thank you. I’ll take Charlie, it’s about that time anyway!”

"R-Right.." you suddenly felt guilty for your actions, worrying that you overstepped some lines. He didn't seem upset or uncomfortable, he was just silent. As he lifted Charlie from her chair, the vision of the two of them left you breathless. A beautiful pair, with porcelain skin contrasting against a palette of muted purples, and the biggest, brightest eyes. Charlie's braid hung loosely down her back, same golden strands accented in the light off the room. You almost wanted to be in the moment with them.

"Hey, so.. if you think you have time, you're welcome to go down to the ballroom for a drink or.. something... if you want." He really had to consider if that was a good idea. The thought was sitting on his mind while he enjoyed the view of your focused expression on his tie. He watched your eyes light up at the notion, his heart swelling with.. with something.  "Oh! I mean - The queen talks about it like it's this big important fancy thing, but.. if you think it'll be okay.. I'll - um - " She thought for a moment, looking around the room. "I don't exactly have anything to wear.. I'll join next time, if the invites still open?" You smiled, but it was strained. And he could tell. "No problem! I'll have her find something for you, then you can slip in whenever you want. No pressure!"

With a wave of his hand, a little imp girl came from a portal he had conjured up. Peeking inside, you saw a vast collection of gowns. The imp took your hand and dragged you in silently. You stumbled, then stammered something out, something that should've been a thank you, or a show of appreciation, but you were too stunned by the situation. He waved, then Charlie waved, then the two were out of the room.

The picture of them together ran through your mind. Not just them in matching outfits, but whenever he would press his forehead against hers, or he would show off his horns when Charlie was prodding at her own. Or when they really seemed like a family. Lillith was never in those pictures. Fuck, don't be jealous. You're getting paid far too much money to feel anything like that. Plus, you're being treated to an elegant evening gown without even asking. You don't get to be jealous.

Luckily, the imp rolled out a rack of dresses, it was stuffed to the brim, but was still a more manageable collection compared to the entire room. You sifted through them, and each one that twisted your face, she took off the hanger and set aside. After narrowing it down, you were stuck on two dresses; a sultry red dress, with an incredibly high slit and a stretched velvet material that hugged you in all the right places. Definitely a head turner. Even if this gala had a V.I.P list, maybe some handsome individual could help you distract yourself.

But the other option was a glistening lavender color, the neckline went across your shoulders, turning to gloves that tapered at your knuckles. A sheer corset held your curves in place, and it was paired with pearl accessories, to go with your sleek white heels. Both were gorgeous of course, but turning your hips and taking in how you looked in that lavender gown.. you could see yourself fitting quite nicely into your mental picture of Lucifer and Charlie. You would never admit that's why you picked it. You were prettied up, your hair pulled to one side with pearl clips scattered within the strands, and a little touch of makeup that you really didnt want, but was convinced without a word by the stylist. You looked like royalty. And that made you feel good in so many ways.

—

Lucifer said you could "sneak in", and you thought it best to take that literally. Waving and greeting all the workers in the kitchen that you knew, you finally slipped through the door where the caterers traveled from. You went straight for the bar, not because you needed a drink - well, I'm sure that's part of it - but because you had no idea what to do. What, were you supposed to walk straight up to Lucifer? Or Lillith? The idea of seeing Lillith suddenly made your stomach churn. You realized that you actually got there in time to see the introductions for most of the more esteemed guests. They went through the sins, who were larger than life, then a flared announcement for the Morningstar family was belted out.

Lucifer stood with a devilish grin, looking handsome as always. Lillith was still stunning, her gown trailing behind her.. but it was black. It wasn’t purple, or plum, or lilac, it was just black. It may not have looked like a contrast to everyone, but it upset you for some reason. Charlie stood between them, looking incredibly calmed considering the intensity of the moment. Lillith was holding her small hand, but the difference in height made her strain to keep their fingers intertwined. You cringed watching her stand on the tip of her toes to keep contact with her own mother.

Quietly, as to not interupt the announcements, you beckoned the bartender to bring you a drink. You sat and sipped, your back arched as you leaned your weight onto your elbows. What were you doing here? Was this all worth it? To have your little Cinderella transformation? 

"Hello, darling.. and who might you be?" A sultry voice came from behind, causing you to swivle in the chair to face where it came from. It wasn't Lucifer, which left you mildly disapointed, but you definitely weren't upset at the curvy woman standing in front of you, wearing a dress that left nothing to the imagination. The swishing demonic tail wasn't something you hated either. A real fox.

"Oh, a friend invited me, I didnt want to cramp his style, so here I am." As you spoke, the bartender brings a tall flute of champagne over to the gorgeous demon in front of you. She glides to sit in the seat next to you. "Hm - well, I'd hate to see you all alone tonight, mind if I keep you company, love?" She slid her fingers up your arm and you have no idea how you managed to keep your cool. "Not at all~" maybe it was the confidence of your new appearance, but you had no issue with spending the night with this stranger.

All of a sudden, Charlie was plopped into your seated lap, causing you to look up towards an intimidating Lucifer. Examining the sudden shift in mood, you were relieved to see Lillith talking to some demons on the other side of the room. "Glad you could make it! Charlie here - reeaally missed you, thought I should say hi." He smile was forced, you noticed a slight twitch in his eye. "Ah, I see you've met my nanny! Quite a beauty, wouldn't you agree?" Lucifer came incredibly close to you, leaning in and placing his hand on your back. The only issue was the low cut of the dress, allowing you to feel his warm hands on your skin. You hoped he didn't feel the shiver run up your spine.

Taking a hold of Charlie as she climbed up your lap to hug your neck, you let out a natural laugh, feeling like yourself for the first time tonight. Looking back to your conquest, who was definitely about to ask you to "get out of here", you see a face of absolute disgust. Oh, right. You're just a sinner to these higher ups. And a working class one at that. Nanny wasn't the most flattering occupation apparently. She made a terrible excuse to get out of the conversation and walked away a little faster than she should've.

"Sir! I have no problem watching Charlie tonight, but - I was about to -" your face flushed as you tried to explain how you were just trying to get laid tonight. “Get a drink, right? Make sure you stick to the non-alchoomic stuff, hun, sounds like Charlie gets to stay up late tonight!" With a hefty pat on your back, Lucifer stepped away to talk to another random demon. What the fuck? Lucifer had beckoned the bartender over again, and when you looked back to the counter, you see a sad looking soda water. With a sigh, you guzzle the drink just to wet your dried throat.

As much a you loved Charlie, there was no better chick repellant. And even for the brave souls who decided to approach you and still show interest, Lucifer would suddenly appear, keeping his hand just above your tailbone as he mentioned your hard work as his employee. Maybe it was the word nanny, or the intimidating presence of the king of Hell, but he had to be doing this on purpose. You kind of hoped he was doing this on purpose.. After one too many fleeting suitors, you worked your magic and calmed Charlie until she fell asleep in your arms. You hummed a little tune again, the method was something she became accustomed to after you started taking care of her.

"My my~ what a sweetheart." A broad shouldered demon approached you, his lower voice ringing throughout your chest. "Isn't she? She's exhuasted, I should really get her to bed." You never took your eyes off of Charlie, making it easy for him to slip a hand around your waist." Ah, you’re her caretaker, hm? Well.. what do you have going on after you get her to bed?" His hand trails down to your hips, starting to trace a circle with his thumb. You swung away, a look of disgust on your face." Probably going to bed. By myself." You hissed. You never had a problem handling those kind of advances, and you'd do anything to keep Charlie safe, so you kept your distance. "You don't have to do that, baby~ why don't you show me around the Morningstar manor?" He closed the distance, and as you go to step back, your back hits the bar. "N-No thanks, I'm.. not..." You would have gotten nervous in the moment, if you didnt see a blonde headed angel approaching with horns threatening to burst out.

"Stay away from her." A small puff of flames came from Lucifer's snarl as he reprimanded the thug. He scoffed and stepped away as if nothing had happened. Probably the smartest thing for him to do at this point. Lucifer's suddenly glowing red eyes returned to their normal hue once he turned his attention to you. You froze in place. It felt like you were in trouble too. "You're okay?" He spoke blankly, you couldn't tell what emotion he was trying to convey, let alone how he actually feels. You nodded, keeping a hand on the back of Charlie's head." Get her to bed." With a dramatic turn, his transparent cape flew behind him and he returned to Lillith's side. He placed his hand on the small of her back.

You wanted to cry. To scream and drink until you can't think of anything. Charlie was your main priority, though. You took her to her nursery as soon as you could. Carefully changing her into her pajamas, a cute little onesie with ducks printed all over, then placed the drowsy toddler into her bed. "Oh Charlie.. You are so lucky to be so loved." You spoke geniunely, no matter your feelings, the amount of love Charlie is given and how much she gives in return was always so unbelievable to you. She was made of pure joy. Brushing some hair away from her face, you stepped back, taking your time on returning to your room.

"That is so sweet." You shot your head up, unpleasantly surprised by Lucifer's sorry face. "She's in bed, what do you need from me?" You spoke softly, as to not wake her. "You look beautiful. I just.. didn't get a chance to say that earlier, is all." Your face twisted in digust. "You know, you weren't the only one who thought that tonight. That was the first time I've been hit on in months. Couldn't you let me just enjoy the night..?" You were becoming increasingly frustrated, and it was translating clearly through your words. He flinched at your aggression, suddenly becoming defensive.

"That filfthy demon was feeling you up..! What else did you want me to do?" He started to match your energy, quietly responding in an aggitated state." Not him, the rest! I was about to leave with that lady at the bar, and I'm sure others would've enjoyed my company if I wasn't getting handed a toddler every second." You'd regret that one later, referring to Charlie as just a toddler. "That's your job, dear. Remember why you're here." He puffed out his chest, becoming increasingly close to your figure. You shrunk away, your eyes widened at his words.

"Oh- Oh, no, I didn't mean to - wait, I wasn't - " He stammered, his intimidating stature immediatly dropping as he say your eyes start to glaze over with tears, which only flowed down your cheeks after batting your made-up lashes. "Nonono! Please don't cry I - um.. " his eyes darted around the room, before reaching his arms out and reeling you in to a tightening embrace. Your chin sat on his shoulder, the shock momentarily keeping the water works at bay.

"I got nervous, okay..? I didn't want anything.. bad... to happen. I didn't want to lose you in there." Those words shouldn't tug at your heart strings at much as they did, but that and the low rumble of his voice just slightly hitting your ear made it impossible.

"I-I can handle myself.." You sniffled, your breath becoming heavier as you felt his hands start to explore your back. He rested one hand on the small of your back, sending a familiar warmth to your chest. But then, his fingers traced upwards, holding onto your shoulders for a moment, before lightly clawing down your bare back. He traced over a certain spot that tickled you the wrong  way, causing you to force out a little yelp. You both stopped for a moment, the only thing you could hear was the uneven pants coming from your mouths. He pulled away for a moment, keeping his hands on your shoulders. Then eyeing you up and down, he ran his grasp across the length of your arms. "I known you can.. you're wonderful." He somehow spoke as if he was completely unaffected by the intimacy he was just showing you. Your breath only picked up more, instantly regretting what you were about to do.

With a small leap, you pulled him in by his collar and messily met his lips. It couldn't be a quick peck, that's too confusing. You wanted this to last forever. He kept his lips sealed shut at first, but that didn't last long. With a shakey breath against your lips, he pulled you in by your waist suddenly, bringing you as close to him as he could. The motion took the air out of your lungs, forcing you release a vocal sigh. He only held you tighter after that. Your arms trailed up and around his shoulders, combing through the hairs at the nape of his neck. He broke for a moment, his kisses traveling down your lips to your jawline, then down to your neck.

Flicking your hair back, he latched an incredibly wet kiss on the softness of your neck. Lucifer took the invitation of your strapless dress to fully cover you in kisses, occasionally running his tongue up the length of your neck. A panting mess, you pulled him back up by his chin, finally getting a good look at his face. He was falling apart at the seems. He looked desperate to get back to working on your neck, like he hadnt been intimate with anyone in years. You needed his lips against yours again. Holding his jaw, you pressed a kiss on his lips, then squeezed your thumb amd index finger to open his lower jaw and push your tongue into his mouth. He let out a nervous moan, before quickly catching up to you.

This wasn’t right. This part wasn't in your mental picture of a perfect family. And you knew why. Your thoughts were silenced, feeling his mouth trail back down to your collarbone. He thumbed at the top of your long glove, beginning to pull it down. God, never let this moment end.

But you forgot. You're in Hell.

With a frantic patting on his shoulder, you quickly attempted to get his attention. When Lucifer met your eyes again, they had gone wide, and he finally noticed you shaking. "Hey, hey! What is it? Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"

"Yes." He froze. He slowly turned his head to the door. Lillith.

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"Darling, please, I'm sorry, you know you're the only one for me - it was a long night, mistakes were made, let's just move on, hm..?" He was begging for this moment to be over, as Lillith moved past him and approached you. You had to crane your neck to look at her, your entire body trembling. You had mascara running down your eyes, and your lipstick had smeared in all directions. Lillith lifted your head up even further, wiping some smudged lipstick from the corner of your mouth. "Lily..?" Lucifer let out softly. She let out a soft sigh. She didn't seem to be angry, which seemed to make you more nervous than if she was. "D-Don’t.. don't hurt her..." It's like he was scared to stick up for you. That, and the fact that he just called this past interaction a mistake, weighed heavily on your heart. "You think that little of me, my love? I would never. It was a mistake, after all, just as you said." She spoke so calmly but knew exactly what to say to make you cower in fear. You let out a pathetic whimper, "P-Please... I'm s-sorry, Your Highness..." She smiled and tightened her grip on your jaw for a moment before letting you go. You didn't realize she was actually lifting you up slightly until you were dropped down. “So.. we can talk and figure this out, right? Lily?" She kept her eyes off of the anxious mess that Lucifer was becoming." Of course, love. We'll talk in the morning. Oh, and obviously - " She turned towards you just before leaving the room. 

"You're fired.”

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HA

Anyway, there is absolutely a part 2 for this don't worry and I'll get to it.. eventually.

!Taglist!

( @vififofum @thornwolfy235 @tinywolfiegirl @chipper-chip @bat-boness @misfitgirlwrites @nayomi247 @lonelynmisunderstood )

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pairing — kim chaewon x 6th member!reader

chaewon's been gone for the variety show she's been in. days turn into weeks, and oh, how you miss her so much. (she does, too.)

tags — gn!reader (ethnicity friendly), idol!au, genre — fluff, romance word count — 888

notes — reader is ’01 and is taller than chaewon, yunjin is chaeyn's hype woman, our pupu misses you so much she could cry

it's been three weeks since you and LE SSERAFIM have gotten your break, and it has also been three weeks since your leader and your girlfriend, chaewon, left to attend a variety show she was invited to.

she often updated you on what was happening since she liked talking to you about her day, whether in person or not. you still remember when she texted you how happy she was to see yena, her former bandmate, and miyeon, a friend from (G)I-DLE.

you loved hearing about her enjoying her time there, and you even watched the show when it premiered, showing support for your girlfriend, but you were starting to miss her.

terribly.

and watching her through the screen didn't feel the same.

hearing a "ding!" come from your phone, you smiled when it was a notification from chae and not any other person. reading her message, you visibly became excited and started typing a reply.

now it was just time to wait.

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it's not unusual for the members of LE SSERAFIM to see their leader clinging onto you, teasing her about never leaving your side. she always acted annoyed by it, but both of you knew it was true. she mostly only stuck to you.

you would never, ever hate it. in fact, you loved it because you loved showering your girlfriend in affection, feeding more into her clinginess.

she was the cutest when she was whiny and cuddly, anyway.

yunjin often gagged and faked puking to irk chaewon and trigger her not-so-subtle anger issues, but you knew she was actually the one who cheered on you both the most.

so imagine their shock when their beloved leader comes home, and her lover is waiting for her by the door, acting like an eager puppy.

if chaewon was known as the angry pupu, you might as well be the calm pupu, complementing each other. when she was angry at something, you would calm her down, and when you let bad things slide, she would gladly do the opposite.

but this? this was not like you at all.

overly excited and clingy.

"honey? you're finally home!" you immediately hugged her, almost making her stumble back to her luggage.

"woah! y/nnie, you surprised me."

"let me help with your stuff, honey."

you eagerly carried her things to the living room, setting them down before facing her and giving her another big hug. you wrapped your arms around her shoulders while she put her arms at your lower back.

"looks like someone's missed me."

"you... took way too long." you pouted and mumbled to her ear, her stroking your back and whispering sweet nothings and reassurances, her telling you how much she missed you too.

the other members stared in shock. especially yunjin, who had her jaw dropped cause she never thought she would see you being clingier than chaewon.

"they so act like a married couple," sakura said grumpily, crossing her arms while kazuha nodded in agreement. eunchae smiled and clapped her hands, happy with the idea of you two being her unofficial parents.

"do you want to go to our room, baby?" chaewon asked you quietly.

"yes, honey, please."

without sparing the others a glance, never turning back, she brought you to her room, also yours. you both were so close, being in a relationship for how many years now, that your room was hers, and her room was yours.

you both love each other very much.

the girls were left stunned. yunjin wasn't the only one whose jaw had dropped now.

"not even a hello for us?"

once you were both in her room, you stared into her eyes for a while, understanding her unsaid words and her eyes telling you everything.

her eyes became glossy, and she held your hands and brought you closer. you looked down at her with gentle eyes, waiting for her next move.

"I missed you. I missed you, so much."

she would never openly admit it to the girls, but she was always so soft for you.

you smiled at her welcomely and gave a peck on her forehead. she closed her eyes, and next, you kissed the bridge of her nose. she scrunched her nose in response, and she couldn't help but giggle.

and then lastly, with her lips, you softly pecked it, seeing her give a look of admiration, then settling to give a longing kiss.

she put her palms around your neck, and you put yours around her waist.

"I missed you too, chae."

"I was only gone for three weeks, y/n. but wow, did it really go by that fast?"

"to you, it was fast. to me, it felt like forever," you said quietly, looking away, and she laughed, jokingly saying you were acting dramatic. which she loved, so much. anything to have your hands on her.

"don't worry, baby, I'm here now."

three weeks. three weeks since you've touched, kissed, and held your lover like this. three weeks since her constant handholding, arm-linking, whining for cuddles, and laying her head on your shoulder.

oh, how much you missed this.

how much you've missed her.

"and let's not forget you're way clingier than usual. missed me that much, huh?" she said with a smug grin, hands now holding your face.

and maybe, you missed her teasings, too.

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ending notes — this was short but sweet. (I worked on this in less than 2 hours)

#chaewon x reader #kim chaewon x reader #chaewon imagines #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim fluff #le sserafim imagines #izone x reader #chaewon #kim chaewon #🍃kachi's works

[moonlightazriel]

Secret /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Azriel it’s secretly dating someone, not even his family is aware, until they meet her on unfortunate circumstances.

Warnings: Mentions of blood and torture

Word Count: 1,5K

Notes: This have been on my drafts for a while, for so long that it’s probably covered in dust, allergic people, be aware ahahahahahahah

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His calloused hands rubbed her back, squeezing the skin and trying to undo the knots in the muscles, she snored, her eyes closed as Azriel worked his magic. The soft sounds of rain and the faint smell of mint from the oil he was using for the massage relaxing her brain.

He looked down, seeing her deep asleep, he removed his hands and covered her naked back with the blankets, kissing her forehead and leaving to go wash his hands. As he laid down with her, she snuggled closer to him, he buried his nose in her hair, inhaling the scent, it smelled like fresh strawberries and he loved that.

He was dating Y/N for over a year, and with all the problems with Koschei, he was afraid to make the relationship public, afraid she would get harmed, even though she could perfectly protect herself, he wouldn’t risk it, it would wreck him if she was suddenly put in danger because of him. So the relationship was a secret, even for his family.

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The sunlight peeked from behind the thin curtains, he whispered a good morning, tapping her side of the bed just to find it empty, he immediately got up, exiting the bedroom just to find her standing in the doorway, a tray in her hands, filled with pastries and coffee, for him.

“I wanted to return the favor, my back feels amazing. So I made you breakfast.” She smiled at him, the smile that could light up the whole world and his heart melted in his chest, she signed for him to move back to bed and he did, she placed the tray on his lap and sat by his side so they could eat.

“No one ever served me breakfast in bed before.” She looked even more happy. “Thank you baby.”

“Glad to be the first then. I wanted to do it before but it’s rare when I have the time to actually enjoy mornings.” She sighed, sipping on her coffee.

“Yeah, must be tough, being the best healer in Prythian.” She smiled once more. “But please, don’t tell Madja that.”

“It’s not like I have the time to brag, we’ve been working a lot lately, with all that is happening, we barely have time to talk.”

“I promise to you that once we deal with Koschei, we’ll go to the summer court and have a two week vacation.” She giggled.

“Deal! I always wanted to see Adriata anyways.” They finished breakfast and she got herself ready for work, while Rhysand called him, demanding to see him straight away.

“I have to go. Have a good day honey, I love you.” He said, his lips wrapped up hers, his hands squeezed her waist and he kissed her deeply. She looked a little dizzy when they parted ways.

“I love you too, Az.” And with that, he was gone.

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Four days, usually when Azriel disappeared like this, it meant he was out on a mission, but this time something felt off, she tapped her feet on the ground, unable to focus on the list in front of her. The house was silent, and she frustratedly tossed the receipts back on the table, she hated doing the administrative part, her thing was to heal people, to get into action, that was what she was made for, what her magic was made for.

She decided to take a hot shower and try to sleep, her chest feeling heavy, making it a little hard to breathe. He would always leave a note when he went on longer missions, but this time, there was nothing for her. She closed her eyes, noticing how her body slightly shivered in fear.

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A loud banging on the door woke her up, she rushed to attend, it was the middle of the night and one of Madja’s apprentice was on the other side, by the looks on his face he was also yanked out of the bed out of nowhere.

“Madja needs you, it’s the shadowsinger.” The male’s voice became a distant noise as the last word left his lips. She ran to the bedroom again, putting on her pants and her boots, barely locking the door as she winnowed to the Healers Hall.

She followed the apprentice, getting to a private room, Madja was working on the barely recognizable Azriel, he was covered in blood and his face was swollen, he had a huge slit in his chest, and by the smell of poison, she understood why he wasn’t healing. She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to contain her shaking hands as she approached the table.

“What happened?” Madja looked up, one of the healers was cleaning him and Madja was cutting his clothes with a scissor.

“I sent him on a mission, he was captured by Koschei, I guess he wanted to send us a message.” Rhysand, the High Lord, sounded desperate from the corner of the room, Y/N quickly looked at him, with the General by his side, they looked back at her and Cassian raised an eyebrow, sharing a look with Rhysand. She didn’t have time for that.

Assessing the damages, she almost sobbed, her hands shaking uncontrollably as she looked at the infected skin around the open wound.

“We have to keep him stable until the poison comes out of his system.” One healer said, and Y/N nodded, cleaning and closing the slit was the first thing to do. She ordered around for water and a cloth, she rubbed the spot multiple times, until the skin was pink and perfectly clean.

Madja gave him another liquid, forcing it down his throat, Y/N new it was to relief the pain and help with the swelling on his face. Azriel was in a deep slumber, his breath was really weak. Y/N managed to prepare the needle for the stitches, her hands covered in his blood also, she started to patch him up, gently, trying her best to control her hands and the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes.

“His heart rate is dropping quickly.” The healer that stood by his side monitoring him alerted, and Y/N’s head snapped up as she finished the last stitch. The High Lord stepped forward ready to use his magic as he could to prevent his brother from dying.

“Bring me the adrenaline, NOW.” Madja demanded and someone ran outside to go get it, while Y/N used her powers to try and keep him steady, but as the seconds went by, his heart kept beating less and less until she could feel nothing.

“No. No, Azriel don’t.” She sobbed, her eyes wide as she looked at his pale face and unmoving chest. She felt it, the spark in the tips of her fingers, the electricity that slept within herself suddenly awake.

“Everyone step away.” Madja warned as Y/N focused that energy on her palms.

“You can’t DIE.” She screamed, planting her hands with her palms flat on his chest, the electricity rushed from her body in a spark of blue and jolted his body up. “C’mon Az, you have to take me to Adriata, remember?” She spoke, pulling her hands up and smashing his chest again, his body jolted but his heart still didn’t react. “You have to take me to have dinner with your family dammit.” She concentrated all that energy on her palms, the buzzing sound of electricity was the only thing in the room as everyone held their breaths while they watched. “You have to go back cuz I love you more than anything.” She pressed her palms on his chest, sending the energy until she heard his heart beating and Azriel jolted awake.

He peaked at her from a barely open eye, while she fell to his chest sobbing, his hand weakly moved through her hair.

“My body feels tingly.” He managed to say and she lifted her head, the tears hadn’t stopped but she was smiling, giggling as she crashed her lips against his, he kissed her back, and she felt the relief wash over her and relieve the weight on her chest.

“I told you this was Azriel’s favorite shirt.” The general spoke as him and Rhysand approached them, they had tears in their eyes as they watched Azriel.

“How are you feeling Az?” Rhys asked.

“Like shit, but at least I’m alive.” He tried to joke but no one laughed, the idea of him gone wasn’t something to joke around.

“I can’t even start to thank you.” Rhys looked at her. “All of you.” He turned to the rest of the healers. “Thank you so much for keeping my brother alive.”

“I did this based totally on selfish reasons but you’re welcome.” Rhysand and Cassian laughed.

“What can I do for you?” Rhys asked.

“You can invite me over for dinner. It’s been a year and Azriel hasn't taken me to a single one.” The shadowsinger lazily smiled, his face already looked better, meaning the effects of the poison were already vanishing.

“A year?” Cassian asked in disbelief.

“I just had to be sure she was the love of my life before I introduced her to that bunch of crazy people.” Azriel spoke, his voice cracking a little.

“Are you sure now?” Y/N shyly asked.

“More than ever.” He replied.

#acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #sarahjmaas #shadowsinger #azriel x reader #azriel x y/n #night court #moonlightazriel #velaris #azriel acotar #azriel spymaster

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Paper rings 🩷

Jason Todd x singer!reader

A/N: I have to be honest, half of this is cat content ngl. This is based off the song by T. Swift :) Catdad!Jason is real because I say so. I geeked out and somehow love for greek mythology always find its way into my Jason fics idk

Enjoy!

~Fi 🪻

Prompt: reader is a singer who writes a song for Jason. How does he react?

Requested by: 🌙 anon

Warnings: fluff all around! Cute kitty moments, the concert parts may be all wrong idk what I'm doing lmao

Word count: 1.8k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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You let out a sigh as you got into your car. It had been a long day in the studio, recording new songs for your latest album. Your throat hurt, but you were happy with the progress you had made today. Starting the car, you made your way home to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, Jason.

It was his birthday soon, and you'd planned a little surprise, not only for him but for your fans as well. You had written him a song, one that would be on your newest record. You smiled only thinking about it, you couldn't wait to pull off this surprise.

The show you were performing tomorrow in Gotham was no ordinary one. You'd called it the "Jazz on Special", which was just a a play on Jason. Your lovely, yet sometimes a little daft lover had not gotten the hint. Good.

He always attended your concerts, watching from backstage, giving his support. The moment you stepped off stage, he was immediately one you, showering you in compliments and kisses, telling you how proud he was of you.

So you figured this was the least you could do to show your appreciation for him. You wanted the whole world to know how much he actually meant to you, scream it into the crowds. So that's excatly what you were going to do.

Unlocking your apartment door, you stepped in, dropping your keys in the little dish right by the entrance. You could hear footsteps the minute the door closed. Jason came towards you, with a big smile and open arms. "How was your session today, Baby?" He asked, wrapping you in his strong and comforting arms. You snaked your arms around his waist and hid your face against his chest. "Was really good. My throat is sore though, I need some tea." You mumbled, letting a content sigh to be in his arms. He placed a kiss to the top of your head.

"I'll make you some, got get comfy, okay?" He said softly, stroking your hair. "Thanks, Jay," you replied, slipping from his embrace with smile. You went to put on a change of clothes. You did wear comfortable clothes to your recording sessions, but you had to dress it up at least little bit with some jewelry. It probably wouldn't be the best look to show up to work in your kitty PJs.

After having changed into said kitty PJs, you plopped down on the couch next to Jason and your cat, Nyx. She was a black stray with a white streak on her forehead. You'd picked her up from a local animal shelter, you just couldn't resist her cute little white paws that made her look like she wore socks and the fact that she matched Jason. It was supposed to be his Christmas gift one year, but you just couldn't keep her to yourself.

Although you got her for Jason, he insisted you name her, his reasoning being that she got her looks from dad so her name should be from mom. And yes, you do treat her like your child. You named her Nyx, after the greek goddess. She was the first, daughter of Chaos, night incarnate. You thought that it fit, with Jason being the protector of Gothams street at night. And in a way, you were grateful to her, to Mother Night, for holding Jason safely in her dark yet loving embrace.

"Nyxieeee!! There you are my sweet girl! I missed you SO much, yes I did," you beamed in a high pitched baby voice, scratching her face. You stole her off Jason's lap, making him huff. Taking her into your arms, you placed overly dramatic kisses on her tiny head. She didn't seem to mind, though, rubbing her cheeks against your hand and purring. Jason's face softened at the sight.

You looked so precious like this, the cat curled up in your arms as you cooed at her. You'd be a little embarrassed about your habit of talking to animals in a baby voice if Jason too, wasn't guilty of it as well. He put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him. "You know, technically that's my cat," he said with a smirk on his face. You shot him a glare.

"Technically, you wouldn't have her without me and you asked me to be her mom. She's my child too, Jason!" You responded playfully. He threw his head back, laughing. "I guess she is, huh. Thank you for being the mother of my furrbaby." He sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "It's my absolute pleasure, baby."

You were getting sleepy, your eyes unvoluntarily fluttering shut ever so often. Nyx was curled up on your lap, peacefully snoozing away while Jason was intently watching whatever was playing on the TV. You took a sip of the tea Jason had so lovingly prepared for you. Setting the mug back down on the coffee table, your gaze shortly fell on Nyx and- wait

You had to do a double take. She had one of her small paws reached out towards Jason who was gently holding it and without paying much mind, softly stroking his thumb over it. Your heart was about to explode. Your lips were slightly parted and your eyes were wide, looking at Jason completely bewildered. He noticed your stare, turning his head towards you with furrowed brows.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asked, the question slightly muffled by the hand that was supporting his head. "That's the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen," you mumbled, the shock pretty evident in your voice as you gestured to his huge hand that was ever so softly caressing Nyx's comparably tiny paw. His eyes softened.

"It is, isn't it? The first time she did it I was practically shaking from excitement," he laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest. Your brows shot together. "What do you mean 'the first time'?! Has she done this before? AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME?!" You yelled in disbelief. How dare he keep something so precious from you.

"Sorry, Baby."

"Unbelievable."

Today was the day. The day you would pour your heart out in front of Gotham. To say you were nervous would be an understatement. The blood in your veins was at boiling point and you were seconds away from a panic attack. Fiddling with the two colorful paper rings you had made for today, you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. This was fine. You were fine. You've literally done this hundreds of times. But would Jason like it? God, you hoped he would.

Before you could overthink more, you heard your cue through your earpiece and it was showtime.

The 'normal' part of the concert went well, you performed some of your best songs, the crowd was amazing and it was overall an incredible night. You'd talked to your fans a little on stage between songs, receiving some nice little gifts here and there. Flowers, plushies as well as a bra was thrown on stage. Well that was a first. Not that you complained, you were rather flattered, actually.

It was nice to know that you had the ladies on your side. Jason, who was watching from backstage, almost keeled over with laughter when he saw you pick up the under garment, completely bewildered. He would never let you live this down.

"Alright, Gotham," you said breathlessly, "before our lovely night comes to an unfortunate end, I have prepared a little something. Not only for you, but also for my special someone, who might or might not be here today," cheering could be heard from the audience as you fixed your earpiece and chuckled breathlessly into the microphone.

Singing and jumping around stage sure was a work out.

"This is a song I've not shared publicly, as it is from my new album, but I thought I'd make a little exception for all of you and at the same time be the best girlfriend and make the coolest birthday present ever!" You laughed. The moment you mentioned that it was a new song the crowd absolutely lost their shit. You don't think any of your concerts have ever been this loud. Your eardrums nearly burst at the sheer volume of teenage girls screaming their souls out.

"Here's Paper rings. This is for you, Jason." You said with a smile on your face. The music started playing and it's like all your worries faded away. You'd been waiting for this moment for weeks, to finally share this song and your love for Jason. As you sang the lyrics, a compilation of cute and silly pictures of you and Jason ran over the huge screen behind you. Some were of you and Jason in a face mask, others were of Jason cuddling with Nyx. You occasionally glanced over to Jason who was doing his best to hold back his tears with the biggest smile on his face. Your heart swelled at the sight.

With the last bit of music fading out, you finished the song and bowed. The picture remaining on the screen was of you and Jason kissing with a sunset in the background. A heart was drawn around it. The minute the last words left your lips, Jason was storming on stage, showering you in kisses. He held you tightly against him, peppering kisses all over your face. His actions made you giggle into the microphone and the crowd went wild. The security guards were really struggling by this point.

You grabbed Jason's hand and slipped one of the two paper rings on his finger, pulling him in for a sweet kiss. The dam broke. There were happy tears rolling down his cheeks as he continued kissing you. Managing to pull away, you addressed your fans one last time. "Thank you, and Good Night, Gotham!"

You squealed when Jason unexpectedly picked you up bridal style and whisked you off stage, your head thrown back in laughter. It was safe to say you were on the front page of the Gotham Gazette the next day.

Jason was talking his heart out on the way home, talking about how much he loved it and how much he loved you. You were listening patiently, holding his hand while a big smile was plastered on your cheeks.

Now, you found yourself in the familiar spot on the couch, Jason's arms wrapped around you with little Nyx making biscuits on your thigh. "I have one question for you, though," you said, turning your head to Jason. "What is it?" He replied softly.

"How the fuck did you not get the play on your own name?"

"Oh, shut up." He pouted, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You let out a soft laugh.

"I love you too, Baby."

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#bumblebeesfromvenus #jason todd x you #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #red hood x you #red hood x reader #red hood #batboys x reader

[jupitercomet]

I love the idea of actor Bradley just being very protective of the reader

actor Bradley is what I like to call Casually Protective™ because that's hot he is a big bear man, so enjoy!

warnings: language, mentions of drinking, mentions of not eating, mentions of men being gross, I added dress links but you can imagine whatever you would like, suggestive, Bradley is 6'7" because I said so

follow the adventures of Bradley and Baby Girl in All Over Tabloids!

No matter how many times you’d witnessed it, you never got used to it. The shouting, and shoving, and cameras going off a mile a minute. Maybe because most of the time, when you saw it, it wasn’t directed at you. You were more likely to be pushed out of the way than shoved into the spotlight. But ever since your relationship with Bradley went public, you were having to get used to the abrupt change very quickly.

“Where the fuck is the car?” Bradley growls under his breath.

The two of you had hardly left the hotel lobby before you were swarmed, flashing cameras and loud cries going off all around you like fireworks. Bradley keeps you tucked securely to his side, shielding your face from the bright lights with a large hand. You stumble a bit, your ankles knocking into his as you try to keep up with his long strides, but he steadies you with the hand he has wrapped around you.

Bradley’s security is doing their best to keep you a safe distance from the eccentric paparazzi, but it’s starting to make you feel claustrophobic when it feels like the only space you have is just one foot in front of you. You duck further into Bradley’s side, hoping that, if you overwhelm yourself with his scent instead of the cacophony of people screaming his name, you’ll be able to make it to the car before you freeze up with anxiety.

“You’re okay, baby girl.” Bradley drops a kiss to the top of your head and pulls you closer to him before he lifts his own head to talk to one of his bodyguards. “Can we get some more space? This is ridiculous.”

You place a soothing hand on Bradley’s chest and he looks down at you again as you muster a smile. “It’s okay, big guy— I’m okay. They’re doing what they can—”

You can’t even finish your sentence before someone is screaming your name at a volume that can somehow be heard over the rest of the noise.

“Have you heard that Bradley was spotted with co-star Natasha Trace at a beach getaway this weekend? How does that make you feel? Have you confronted him about it?!”

You had heard that Bradley had been spotted on the beach with his co-star Natasha—but that’s because you had been there too. So had her boyfriend actually, but no one seemed to care about that when both her and Bradley were photographed washing off at the communal showers. But you know that makes for a better story than “friends hang out at the beach and don’t like the feeling of sand all over them”.

Bradley looks at the pap incredulously, feet stilling as you make it to the end of the sidewalk. You sigh in relief when you realize the car is in view. “What is wrong with you?” 

You grab his hand before he can say more—the last thing your boyfriend needs is to be caught cussing out paparazzi at your expense—squeezing it soothingly. You feel some of Bradley’s muscles relax against your side at the action and you continue to soothe him by rubbing his back. 

The car rolls up finally and Bradley opens the door for you quickly. Even though he’s technically closer to the backseat, Bradley never gets into the car before you, always waiting for you to be fully inside before he steps in. He keeps his hand on the small of your back, ushering you in as you duck to climb over the leather seats. 

The heels you’re wearing are longer than you're used to—they’re for some event Bradley needs to attend and make you feel like you're walking on chopsticks—and it messes with your depth perception. You undershoot the height of the car and are already too committed to the action once you’ve realized it. Closing your eyes, you wince preemptively, waiting for the top of your head to slam into the frame of the car.

Instead you’re met with the back of Bradley’s hand, cushioning you from bumping your head as you get into the backseat. And, of course, his hand has been in that position since he first opened the door.

Another thing you were getting used to was being on the other side of the red carpet. Usually you took a few photos that were fairly lowkey, more for people that were already fans of you than anything else. But now you have people yelling at you from every direction as you do your best to pose next to Bradley.

Sometimes you curse the man for being so effortlessly charming. He’s been relaxed by your side this whole time with an easy smile while you’re still figuring out what the fuck to do with your hands, let alone your entire face. It doesn’t help that you also feel a bit weird about posing in the first place—you’re just here as Bradley’s date, you aren’t exactly in a position to be “owning” the carpet.

You let out a breath, trying to relax as you plaster a smile on your face. This is so much easier with a microphone in your hand.

“Oh shoot.” A sudden draft you’re able to feel on your skin alerts you to the fact that your dress is slipping, revealing more of your breast than you would like. You move to fix it, dropping your hand from Bradley’s chest to pull at the fabric. 

In a second, Bradley’s standing in front of you, shielding you from the cameras as you secure your dress back to its original position. He keeps it casual, an easy smile on his face as he continues talking to Jake who’s a little ways down from you both. Still though, you can tell that every movement is deliberate, a positioning of his body that insures you stay out of the cameras at all times.

“You good?” Bradley presses a kiss to your temple once you’ve stopped fiddling with your dress.

“Yeah,” you nod, letting out a small sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

Bradley’s hand is back on your hip, making sure not to pull too much on the black fabric as he leads you to your next spot on the carpet. “You don’t gotta thank me, baby girl.”

“Hold it.”

Bradley’s giving you a knowing look as you grab a champagne flute. You turn to him questioningly, the flute still in your hand.

Bradley crosses his arms. “When’s the last time you ate today?”

Your expression betrays you, looking all too guilty because you and Bradley both know you haven’t had anything since lunch. And it’s not like there’s any food here—hence the copious amounts of alcohol.

“That’s what I thought,” Bradley coaxes the champagne flute from your hand, setting it back on the table.

You pout. “You’re really gonna make me sit through this whole thing without anything to drink?”

“Who said anything about that?” Bradley opens a large water bottle and hands it to you. “This better be empty by the end of the night.”

You stick your tongue out at him before taking a sip. 

Bradley gives your ass a quick pinch in response—you almost choke on your water—leading you back to your table.

You were very excited to find out that you’re sitting next to Natasha and Robert. They’re really the only two you know at the table and Natasha can make anything fun, which you definitely needed now that you know your night is going to consist of water.

The only con is that your assigned seat is in between Bradley and an older man you don’t entirely recognize, who’d been looking at you weird since you and Bradley first got to the table. You’re slightly uncomfortable with the idea of having to sit next to him—especially with your thigh slit being as high as it is.

Wordlessly, Bradley takes your seat, putting you between him and Natasha instead. You watch as he smiles politely at the older man—who is doing his best to mask his disappointment—and pulls the chair next to him out for you. Bradley’s hand lands on your bare thigh as soon as you’re sitting comfortably and it stays there for the rest of the night, a clear message to anyone who happened to look at your table.

“God, remind me why I let you take me to these things?” You slump into the backseat of the car.

Bradley laughs. “Because you get to put on pretty dresses and go with the Bradley Bradshaw.”

“Right, well, ‘the Bradley Bradshaw’ is the reason my feet feel like they’re on fire,” you grimace at the burn in your heels. “So he’s lookin’ less appealing by the minute.”

“That’s not very nice, baby girl. I’ll have you know I’m very appealing, People magazine told me so.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “You’re never gonna let that ‘sexiest man alive’ win go, are you?”

“Never,” Bradley picks up one of your feet, fiddling with the strap of your heel before sliding it off. He starts rubbing your foot gently, switching between the sole of your foot and your ankle. “How does it feel dating the sexiest man alive?”

“I’m dating Chris Evans? I should get him on my show,” you say through a sigh, letting your eyes flutter closed as Bradley lifts up your other foot and repeats his actions.

“Funny. You wanna try that again, sweetheart?”

When you open your eyes, Bradley is still rubbing your feet, but he’s looking at you sternly. The kind of look that gets your pulse rising and your thighs clenching. 

“Oh! You mean, how does it feel dating sexiest man alive Bradley Bradshaw? It feels soo good… and he’s soo sexy!” You smile at him innocently, batting your lashes a couple times.

Bradley hums, dropping your feet so that he can hover over you. He moves until his lips are a breath away from your own, his hand creeping up your exposed thigh slit as his nose nudges yours.

“Did you finish your water?” He breathes against your lips.

You nod vigorously.

“Good girl,” Bradley’s hand reaches its destination and you’ve never been more grateful for tinted windows and private cars as he leans you back against the dark leather. He lifts both hands to his belt, looking down at you with a smirk. “After this, you’re gonna need to drink a Gatorade.”

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Bitter | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Sexual tension / Teasing

A/N: Apologies for being MIA, slowly getting back into writing after a busy few weeks. Will hopefully be posting more oneshots soon. Hope you babes enjoy .xoxo

(Y/F/N) - Your Friend’s Name

What started off as a chilled day, unfortunately didn’t end that way. The day had started off with Achraf coming over, we caught up for some time before I decided to leave him and Kylian alone. I walked off to our room in hopes of either being productive or finding something entertaining to kill some time.

I was settled comfortably in bed with my phone in one hand and TV remote in the other, I skipped through movies whilst scrolling through Instagram simultaneously. It wasn’t until I got a call from (Y/F/N) that I put my phone on speaker and continued skipping through movies. “Heyyy !” she said enthusiastically. “Hey girl ! What’s up ?” I greeted. “Nothing much, just getting ready at the moment. How about you ?” She asked. “Getting ready ? For what ?” I furrowed my brows. “For Jason’s birthday dinner ! Aren’t you coming ?” She asked in shock.

“Oh shit.. that’s today” I hit my forehead. “Duh ! Didn’t you read the invite ?” she said in an obvious tone. “Obviously I did, I just didn’t have any intention to go…” I trailed. “Why ? Is it Kylian ?” She asked concerned. “No no. Don’t you remember he used to like me ? What would Kylian think if I’m attending a party of a guy that used to like me ?”

“Damn I actually forgot about that” she stifled a giggle. “Well that was in damn high school, we’re all adults now. I’m sure he moved on and besides that, I don’t want to go alone and I don’t want to talk to anyone else there” she whined. “Ugh I don’t know” I pursed my lips. “Oh come on man. Nothing bad is gonna happen and god forbid anything does, I’m here to throw hands” she reassured. “I feel bad though” I pouted. “If you really feel that bad, bring your mans with” she suggested. “I could but Achraf is over at the moment, I don’t know if he’s leaving anytime soon so it’s a bit of a sticky situation” I said. “Come on… pleaseeeee” she whined. I thought about it for a bit before sighing and agreeing to go. “I love you ! You’re the bestest. Call me when you’re here. Ciao” she said lastly before ending the call.

I groaned as I got up from my comfy position on the bed and headed to the bathroom to have a shower. I had plenty of time since it was a dinner anyway so I took my time to do my hair and makeup, before slipping on my skirt and top.

I sat at the edge of the bed to strap on my heels when suddenly the door burst open. Kylian’s gaze immediately fell on me. He whistled as he walked over to stand in front of me. “Mon amour is this all for me ?” He wiggled his brows playfully. “Not today babe” I said as I stood up and walked over to my dresser to spray on some perfume. "He raised a brow in confusion, “Then where are you going ?”. "Remember that dinner party thing I was telling you about earlier this week and I didn’t want to go… Well, it's today and I need you to drop me off please" I said as I walked over to stand in front of him whilst he was seated at the edge of the bed.

“What made you change your mind ?” He asked curiously. “(Y/F/N) refuses to go without me” I sighed. “Then tell her to not go” he said obviously. “You know her, she doesn’t take no for an answer. Besides that, she’s kinda curious to see where everyone is at all these years since high school. I mean its been like 6 years so it’s also a reunion thing” I said as I caressed his hands which he then stood up. "Okay" he let out a sigh. “Thank you baby!” I pecked his lips before I walked over to my dresser to grab my purse. His hands then wrapped around my waist with his face nuzzled in my neck. “I wanted us to spend alone time” he mumbled.

“Why do you have to look so good” he pouted as he then kissed my cheek. “I’m all yours later” I then placed a kiss on his cheek and turned to face him, whilst I was still held by him. "Who's going ?" He asked. "I don't believe you know anyone there that's going besides (Y/F/N)" I said as I grabbed his hand and pulled him along with me downstairs. As he always does, he held the passenger door open for me and shut it once I was in the car before going to the drivers side. I checked the time on my phone and I couldn’t believe that I had so much of time, and I was currently running late.

The ride to the restaurant was fairly quiet, only the music playing softly in the background had filled the silence. It was a comfortable silence though, not alarming, considering he drove with one hand on my thigh and one hand on the steering wheel. He of course had to rev the car when we stopped in front of the restaurant. Show off. "Oh my god everyone's looking" I said under my breath. "That's a good thing" he said from beside me.

My friends were all stood outside...I wonder why ? A few guys were out here as well, I could see Kylian’s jaw clench when he saw, Jason. Kylian doesn’t know about Jason liking me ages ago, I never bothered mentioning it because I never thought I’d see him again and not to say I dated the guy anyway. If I mentioned it on the way here then you bet Kylian is making a u-turn back home.

The car clearly caught everyone's attention as some people wanted to know who was going to come out of it. "You’re coming along right ?" I turned to look at him. He didn’t answer as he just looked at the guys outside. “Ky” I called. “Hmm” he hummed then turned to look at me. “Are you coming ?” I repeated my question. “Yeah yeah, you can jump off if you want whilst I go park” He smiled at me as he watched me step out of the car. He rolled down the window as I shut the door, just then Jason walked towards me to pull me in for a hug. "Hey! Thanks for coming" he smiled. "Thanks for inviting me" I smiled back. He then looked behind me to see the car.

"Hey man, sick ride !" Jason said as he leaned against the car door to talk to Kylian. "Thanks" he said plainly. I tried to hold back my laugh, he clearly doesn't like him. "Why don't you join us ?" Jason asked. That's when I stepped in because I know Kylian is going to give him a sarcastic answer. "Sure, he’d love to" I said as I stood beside Jason. "Great, we'll see you inside" Jason said. Kylian then sped off to park the car as everyone walked inside the restaurant. I excused myself as I decided to wait for Kylian outside. Little did Jason know is that Kylian was going to come regardless of an invite.

I had my arms crossed over my chest as he walked towards me with a smug look on his face. "What ?” I raised a brow. “Nothing…” he trailed and stood behind me to whisper in my ear. “Walking towards you and seeing you in that skirt is doing things to me, all I can think about is what we’d be doing if we were at home right now.” I could feel the heat suddenly rush to my cheeks. “Please don’t start” I said as I shut my eyes and tried to shake off the dirty thoughts away. “Well, let’s see how long you last before you’re rushing me to go home” he smirked. “Hmm we’ll see about that” I said as I turned to briefly look at him behind me. He then grabbed a hold of my hand and led the way.

Yet again all eyes were on the both of us, the only empty seat that was left for the both of us was one next to Jason and some other guy whom I didn't know. Since I knew Jason, I was just about to pull the seat to sit next to him but Kylian sat in place I gave him a look before sitting down next to him. "So I didn't catch your name" Jason spoke as he turned to look at Kylian. I pressed my lips together so hard to stop myself from laughing. "Kylian" he answered. "Jason, but I bet you already knew that" he smiled. "As a matter of fact, I didn't, (Y/N) never mentioned you until now" Kylian said oblivious. This liar. I lightly hit his leg under the table intentionally. “By that he means I knew about the invite but I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it because Kylian has training and matches” I said with a smile.

"What do you do mate ?" Jason asked him, now he's intrigued, completely oblivious to who Kylian is and what he does. Can’t blame Jason, he’s lived in the USA pretty much his whole life until he came as an exchange student and after about a year he left back. "Football player…but you’re still studying right ?" Kylian asked. "I was but I dropped out a few months ago, my parents are pretty rich so I thought why should I waste my time" he chuckled. Kylian then glanced at me in signal to lean in closer, "Is this a joke" he whispered. I stifled a laugh but kept myself together. "So you mean soccer ?" Jason asked. I thought I should answer that before Kylian gives in a cold reply back. "On the European side it’s known as football, Jason. He plays for PSG" I smiled proudly. I placed my hand on top of his in signal to stay calm.

"Is that where you guys kick the ball into the net ?" Jason asked. I could see Kylian clench his jaw and roll his eyes, he's so done with him. I was about to speak up but Kylian decided to answer that instead, "Yeah man, we waste about 90 mins trying to get the ball into the net. Sounds like fun doesn't it ?" Kylian said sarcastically. "No" Jason chuckled, he didn't catch on. When Jason turned to have a conversation with the girl next to him, Kylian turned to look at me. "Just look at this idiot" he said as he gestured to Jason. "Calm down Ky. He’s not European so he doesn’t keep up with sport" I giggled.

The whole night Jason was trying to become friends with Kylian but he was having none of it and just wanted to leave, he was already offended by his assumption of playing football and the fact that he called it soccer. Whilst Kylian was talking to Jason, I ended up making friends with Scott beside me. I learned that he was Jason’s best friend from the US as well. The whole 5 minutes I learned about Scott was all going well until I felt Kylian’s hand laying on my thigh. I quickly looked at him beside me and he was still chatting to Jason. I didn’t react and continued my conversation with Scott until I felt his hand ride up higher on my thigh, his thumb caressing my inner thigh. I felt like I was melting internally. When his fingers travelled under my skirt I placed my hand on top of his to stop him. “Would you excuse me please” I said as I abruptly stood up. “(Y/F/N) care to join me ?” I asked. She took a hint and followed me along to the bathroom.

“What’s wrong ?” (Y/F/N) whisper yelled. “Just needed a breather from Scott” I lied. I faked a sigh of relief as we got to the bathroom. “What happened ?” She asked curiously. “He was just boring me and I felt the need to leave” I shrugged. “Ahh shame. Bummer he’s really cute though” she pointed out. “He’s all yours” I smiled at her and gave her a pat on her shoulder. “Bet, is he single” she raised s brow. “You bet” I smiled. “Then please do the honours of being my wingwoman” she pouted. “Babes, I’m already on it” I said as I freshened up before leaving the bathroom and pulling her along with me.

As we walked back, everyone’s attention was pulled to Jason’s story telling. I took a seat in my spot and felt Kylian’s gaze burning through me. He leaned in close and mumbled, “Missed you” then placed a kiss on my cheek. “I’m sure you did” I said low enough for only him to hear. Missed me for very obvious reasons. I then played around with the napkin on my lap before purposely dropping it on the floor. I reached below the table for it with one hand whilst my other hand slowly moved up his leg and stopped mid thigh. I could feel him stiffen under my touch as he held a firm grip on the arm of the chair. I sat up straight and crossed my legs over pretending that nothing is going on. My hand traveled further up his thigh until his hand firmly gripped mine to stop me. I then thought of continuing my conversation with Scott before Kylian could say something.

I played my role as wingwoman for (Y/F/N) as she asked. I could feel through the entire conversation Kylian was literally burning me with his gaze. He’s itching to leave and I’m not. Since he still held my hand and I couldn’t fight his grip, as a tease I thought of gripping his thigh. He was tensed and shifted a lot in his seat because he was getting annoyed.

After everyone finished eating their dinner and paid up, Jason had suggested that we all take pictures outside. I went first since Kylian wanted to leave ASAP. I was caught off guard when Jason wrapped his arms around my waist from behind with his head on my shoulder. I could see Kylian clench his jaw again, he was fuming and that's when he decided to speak up. "That picture is missing something" he said. "What ?" Jason asked as he released his grip on me and had his hand on my lower back. "Me" Kylian said in an obvious tone.

"Wait" Kylian yelled before the guy could take the picture. Kylian stood in between Jason and I, satisfied he could place his hand on my lower back instead. Jason seemed a bit disappointed but anywho. "Stop being so jealous will you ?" I whispered loud enough so only he could hear. After the guy took the picture, Kylian hadn't let go of my hand whilst I hugged Jason. Kylian then pulled me aside as he asked, "Why do you have such stupid friends ?". "Just because you don't like one of them, doesn't mean you can call them all stupid" I raised my brows at him. “Hey !” (Y/F/N) whined as she butted into our conversation. “Except for you” I said as I looked at her. “Made a new friend, Kylian ?” She asked him. “Never could be friends with that guy” Kylian scoffed. “Anyways, we gotta go” he said as he waved everyone off and as did I. I pulled (Y/F/N) for a quick hug and greeted her goodbye, before my hand was entwined with Kylian’s again as he walked me to the car.

“Soooo” I trailed once he got into the car. "Jason is an idiot, let's not get into it" he said as he sped off. I couldn’t help but burst out laughing, “Ky, he was just trying to be your friend” I playfully said. “Friend ? By laughing and saying football is where you kick a ball into the net ? Was that a joke and I missed it ?” He asked with a raised brow. “In all seriousness, he wasn’t joking. Just let it slide, he’s from the US so he doesn’t know much” I leaned my head against the glass window. “Doesn’t know much ?” He scoffed. “He was literally staring at you, I mean who the hell is he to hold you like that ?”

I pressed my lips together firmly to hold back my laugh. “Forget about Jason, what was that stunt you pulled ?” He raised a brow. “What stunt ?” I innocently asked. “You wanna play that game ?” He asked as he stole a glance. “Don’t know what you’re talking about babe” I said as I crossed my legs over. “Alright then, I’ll jog your memory when we’re back home” he said as he then placed a hand back on my thigh.

(A/N: I’m so sorry for ending it like that, it’s so late rn and I had this in my drafts for too long .xx)

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hiiii <333 can i request maybe ruggie taking care of sick reader but in a nsfw way so she can "sweat it out" :o , maybe a lil bit of dubcon bcuz reader is too weak :( love u devil!!!!!!❤️

Hate That You're Sick

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Ruggie Bucchi x Virgin!Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.3k+ Tags: Ruggie is A Sleaze/Sickfic(?)/DubCon

Art is by moneco17 on Twitter!

I love you too babes!~! You know I love love loooove dubious and I love love loooooove my Ruggie Bug!~! I haven't ever written a sickfic though! I think they're so wonderful. I want to be babied when I'm sick. I'm so pathetic when I have a runny nose or even a little cough. Truly embarrassing. But I hope you enjoy!~!

SUMMARY:

Sitting in bed all pitiful... Your nose red and your eyes puffy... Ruggie is a firm believer of sweating out the sick. So he offers to help you with that. Too bad you’re too weak to actually tell him no.

Grim went ahead to attend classes without you. To all that inquired about your whereabouts; the Ramshackle Prefect was currently releasing toxic spores that would kill anyone who got too close. So, he had placed you in quarantine to protect the student body. The truth was that you had come down with a horrific cold. You kept brushing it off as a scratchy throat and a migraine, but over the weekend was what solidified that you should stay in the dorm and recover. While brushing Grim free of old fur, you sneezed. The monster was left covered in yellowish snot that clung to the back of his round body and his striped ribbon. With an expression of horror, you apologized to the monster and offered to give him a bath, only to sneeze again. This time, on his face.

He did not forgive you. 

And he probably won’t for a long time.

Unbeknownst to you, a ‘caretaker’ would be arriving shortly. An accidental courtesy of Grim telling a fluffy eared blond that you were a ticking time-bomb of disease. You wrapped yourself up in a thick blanket, now dressed in a fresh pair of sweatpants and a baggy shirt. You felt miserable after your cold shower to cool down from your growing fever. But instead of sweltering and sweating, you were now shivering with chills. While you tried to rest in bed with a lukewarm cup of water clutched in your palms… There was a knock from downstairs. 

At first you ignored it, assuming that maybe you had misheard the wind shaking the rickety dorm. After only a minute passed there was another round of knocks. A playful voice called out to you from outside, pressing hopefully for you to let him in. It was only 10am. Having a visitor at this time was highly unusual, so you assumed that this was just a fever-induced hallucination that you were bored enough to play along with. 

You left the comfort of your bed, placing your water on your nightstand before trekking down to the lobby. There was another series of knocks as you tiredly reached for the door handle. After opening it, your eyes widened and you quickly sniffled away a string of snot. 

Standing on your porch was the droopy-eyed hyena you had grown fond of. He wasn’t wearing his uniform. Ruggie had dressed himself in baby-blue, baggy denim jeans that looked a size too big with ripped out knees. Black and white sneakers, and a black sweatshirt with his Magishift jersey number over his heart printed in a shimmering gold. “Awww, poor thing caught a cold?” Ruggie teased with a snicker following as his eyes scanned over you. 

You didn’t want him to see you like this. You gave the beastman an awkward laugh and hugged the blanket around you, continuing to sniffle with the fear of snot trickling down your face. “I think it’s just from the weather changing so fast.” You came up with your own theory as to how you had fallen ill. You truthfully weren’t too sure how you had gotten sick. You avoided his gaze, listening to him snicker again. 

“You look really bad, but don’t worry,” In his raised left hand was a bulging plastic bag. “I got you some stuff from Sam’s.” He purred softly and gently pressed his shoulder into you, herding you away from the door so he could enter Ramshackle. You allowed him and watched as he closed the door with a light kick. Here Ruggie Bucchi was; inside of your bacteria covered dorm. “Am I even allowed to come in? Grim said you’re on some sort of ‘quarantine’?” He asked jokingly with his half lidded eyes searched the foyer for any other signs of life. The ghosts were absent due to you complaining about a headache and you wanted to be alone for the day. And thankfully they were very respectful of your wishes. “Grim is just saying that… I have a normal human cold. Sneezing, super tired… The usual.” You responded with a light roll of your eyes. “Anyways, did you need something?” You croaked out and sniffed away a trail of snot with a frown.

Maybe the real reason he’s here is to pay back a favor you’re too exhausted to remember? “What? Am I not allowed to check on you?” Ruggie asked with a snort as he kicked off his shoes near the door. And in absolute honesty, Ruggie was the last person you would expect to see. 

The plastic bag was placed on the coffee table and he began rummaging through it with you standing behind him. “Missing a day won’t tank my grades so I came over. I just wanted to see you.” He shrugged as he pulled out a box of tissues and turned to hand them to you. “Here, you shouldn’t be standing up right now. You look like you might fall over any second now.” Ruggie spoke with a tone of concern as you approached to collect the box of soft tissues. 

They were the good kind too. Not the cheap papery ones, these were definitely the more expensive ones. You just couldn’t imagine Ruggie spending his own money on something like this for you. You whispered a soft ‘thank you’ as you peeled the box’s cardboard flap away. With a sniffle, you pulled out a tissue to wipe away the clear mucus running down your nostrils and threatening to roll over your lips. “I don’t want you to get sick.” You whimpered as a bead of sweat rolled down your temple, and you wiped your nose clean quickly. Ruggie’s ears twitched again as he shrugged again with a sly grin, now standing before you with his arms crossed over his chest. “Beastmen don’t contract human illnesses. You sneezin’ on me won’t get me sick. It is a lil’ gross though.” He snickered and you frowned with a shake of your head. “Seriously…” You muttered, noticing how he remained unshaken by your sickness. “I’m serious too. I won’t get sick. I wouldn’t have come over if it was a risk.” Ruggie assured you.

The hyena has more side hustles than you have fingers and toes. As if he would risk a potential paycheck to take care of you. 

Which means he was being serious. He really won’t contract a human cold. 

His large sharp teeth were on display as he smiled wide and leaned in close. “Sorry I wasn’t here sooner, did you eat yet?” He asked softly with his hands gripping the edges of your thick blanket. You haven’t eaten yet, you just didn’t have the appetite. Your silence caused the beastman to hum with discontent as he began to pull on the blanket, dragging you along with him. “Upstairs. I’ll make you something to eat.” He offered as you sheepishly looked at the bag on the coffee table. “Ruggie-” You wanted to decline the offer, but he was already pulling you towards the staircase. “Up. I ain’t takin’ no from someone who looks like they can hardly blow their own nose.” He teased as your face began to burn from embarrassment. With one final look to the hyena, you slowly marched back up to your dorm room to wait for him. 

xxx

The hyena sat beside your bed in a wooden chair, blowing on a spoonful of soup with a small frown. He had discarded his sweatshirt at the foot of your bed. Now, sitting in a form-fitting white tee-shirt with a thin gold chain around his neck, he spoonfed you. As if you were too weak to do it yourself. 

It was just you, and Ruggie ‘The Most Qualified M.F On Campus’ Bucchi alone in Ramshackle while everyone else continued learning. “Open.” He instructed and you obeyed with a small sniffle. Here he was, easing the cooled soup into your mouth as you sat up in bed, layered in multiple blankets to keep yourself from shivering. 

The soup was warm and salty, loaded with vegetables and smooth, steaming broth. He claimed it was from a can, but the flavor didn’t compare to anything store bought. It was obvious he didn’t want to admit he took so long downstairs cooking for you. You had slapped a cooling patch on your forehead to help your fever, courtesy of Ruggie. He told you to rub some sort of minty gel on your chest, but you refused once he tried to wrestle your shirt off to do it for you. He had lit a small essential oils candle to fill your room with the smell of eucalyptus, claiming it would help you get well faster. And after you finished eating, he instructed you to bathe so he could wash your clothes and sheets free of germs.

It was a bit much, at least to you it was. You were used to taking care of yourself when you were sick, so having Ruggie practically coddle you was almost intimidating. Was he expecting something? Maybe he really was returning a favor that you had forgotten.

The anxiety of believing Ruggie may have some sort of ulterior motive killed your appetite and you nervously turned your face away when he tried to feed you another spoonful. “Not hungry? You only ate half the bowl.” He sounded dejected as you shook your head with a sniffle. “I think it's just ‘cause I’m sick… I’ll eat more later.” You wanted to eat it all, but your stomach couldn’t take anymore of his delicious cooking. “Sorry Ruggie.” You apologized quietly as he handed you the box of tissues so you could wipe your nose. The hyena began to pout as he placed the bowl aside, looking you over before his eyes lit up. “Wait, I have a perfect idea. And hear me out on it.” He began to smirk as you tilted your head in confusion.

“Why don’t we get you to sweat the sick out?” He suggested casually as he grabbed at your blankets, slowly pulling them away from you. Sweat it out? You’ve heard of the concept before, but it sounded more like a myth than an actual factual thing that people did. And wouldn’t that make you even more exhausted? “Ruggie, I don’t think I have energy to stand… Let alone exercise…” You were preparing to complain as the blankets were nudged away and Ruggie moved from his chair with a faint blush to his cheeks and that cheeky grin. There was a snicker as the weight on your mattress shifted. “Nah, you just have to lay there. I’ll help you.” He cooed sweetly, and your eyes widened.

That’s what he means by sweat.

You nervously scooted away from Ruggie, feeling your body become hot as he closed in on you. “Wait-” You weakly tried pushing him away as the hyena crawled on top of you. He began nipping at your jawline, causing you to flinch with another weak attempt to push him back. “No… Wait- Come on I’m sick…” You whined but Ruggie didn’t seem too keen on listening to you say ‘no’. “Promise you’ll feel waaay better after.” His words were like sweet candies. You ate them up in your feverish state as you began to relax against the mattress. Far more docile now as he began to yank your sweatpants down your thighs. “I’ll fuck you nice and hard, til’ you’re a limp little puddle.” He mumbled against your throat, kissing and sucking along the skin as you pawed at his white shirt with a gasp. 

A more animalistic sound was pulled out of you as he dragged his tongue along your jugular, and you could feel him smiling as he rested on top of you. “And then, I’ll dump you in the bath.” He snickered as his voice lowered, and he kissed you. It was both gentle, and lustful as he rested his weight on top of you. Flattening your sweaty body into the mattress. “I got these fancy bath salts.” Kiss. “And they’ll help too.” Kiss. “And,” kiss. “I bought you some cold patches.” Kiss. Each of Ruggie’s kisses left you breathless as he spoke, telling you about the different treatments he had snagged from Sam’s shop. All for you. 

You wondered if maybe he had some fantasy about taking care of someone else. It seemed out of place for him to be so caring. But all you knew about Ruggie was what he showed on the surface. After all… 

Isn’t he technically taking advantage of you?

The thought returned and you tried pushing Ruggie away again. You didn’t think this would be a good idea. Truth be told, you weren’t even sure you liked Ruggie that way. You thought he was cute and had a certain charm that couldn’t be matched by the other boys on campus. But there were times he came off as a total sleaze. “Why’ya keep pushin’ me away?” He asked playfully between another round of breath snatching kisses. A hand had slipped between your thighs and nimble fingers snaked into your panties. “You nervous about somethin’?” The question was teasing as the beastman began slowly rubbing circles against your clit with the calloused pad of his middle finger. His mouth abandoned yours and returned to sucking at the flesh of your throat. Leaving you to writhe and moan beneath him as you attempted to gather the energy to create a coherent sentence. 

Your body was shaking as you found yourself craving more and more of his intimate touch. You hadn’t made room for sexual advances since coming to Twisted Wonderland. So being eased into it like this felt intimidating, but far too pleasant to actually stop Ruggie. You expected sexy mood lighting, and to be much healthier. “It’s… It feels kinda scary.” Your tone trembled, masking an attempt to fight back a moan. Ruggie’s skilled fingers began to speed up while growing more and more amused by your reactions. The hyena let out a soft growl that vibrated against the skin of your pulse point, causing you to shiver in excitement. You had been the only person to ever touch that sensitive bud between your thighs, and having someone else do it was an entirely new experience. 

You could feel sweat starting to line your skin. Sticky, and making your clothes and Ruggie’s weight uncomfortable. You wanted to ask him for a moment to collect yourself, but that idea was forced into the back of your mind when you felt him slip a finger inside of you. Your thighs trembled as he pumped the digit in and out, curling it up into your gummy walls as he pulled his mouth away from your neck. “Sorry, I don’t have a condom on me. That’s cool right? You don’t care do you?” His voice was soft and sly, as if he was expecting you to mishear him. Ruggie lifted himself up onto his knees while slipping a second finger into your now soaking cunt. You couldn’t stop your hips from bucking up towards his hand as you struggled to answer him. Of course you care about him using a condom. You could risk getting pregnant if he didn’t. 

But the words never formed as he continued to finger your hole, his other hand began yanking your panties down your legs along with your thick sweatpants. You wanted to tell him that you couldn’t go on without one. But the idea of having sex raw… It was enticing. You’ve seen it in porn, but experiencing it yourself would be much, much different. “Let’s do it raw okay? I’ll make you feel so sooo good that you’ll wanna fuck like that everytime.” He snickered and slowly eased his fingers from your hole. They were coated in your juices as he yanked your sweatpants off of you and hastily discarded them. Your chest heaved for air as Ruggie began to unzip his jeans, revealing his erection. Leaking at the flushed tip, and precum dripped onto the skin of your thighs as he started to rearrange your exhausted body to his liking.

You were moved to lay on your side. A leg was lifted as Ruggie slid comfortably in between your parted thighs to straddle one, and hoist the other over his shoulder. “You aren’t a virgin are you?” He asked, his tone sounding a bit more serious now as your eyes widened and you shook your head. You lifted your sweaty hand to push at his chest as he sighed and knocked your hand away. “Stop being so nervous then. I won’t make it hurt.” He smiled wide as you glanced between your parted thighs with your eyes falling half-lidded. He misinterpreted your head shake for a response. It was you trying to refuse the situation all together. Will sex really make you feel better? Was he making this up? 

It was scary to think that you would be losing your virginity to Ruggie while you were weak with a fever. “Don’t overthink it.” The hyena purred as the round tip began to breach your sensitive hole. 

Feeling the slow stretch of his cock filling you up made your head spin until you felt dizzy. You let out a few short and soft gasps as Ruggie rolled his hips slowly to slide deeper and deeper inside of your tight walls. Every roll of his hips made the velvet lining constrict around the foreign intrusion. Squeezing. Sucking. Throbbing. All were alien feelings as each breath you took felt shorter and shorter. Your thighs were becoming sore from being parted for so long, and you couldn’t fight back the moans falling from your lips with each roll of the beastmans hips. “Ohhhh fuck, you weren’t a virgin right?” He asked, a hint of guilt lined his tone but you were becoming too overwhelmed to answer. 

Your face was burning as a string of drool began to roll down your chin. Eyes rolling up into your head as you began to flutter around the hyena’s thick cock massaging your velvety walls. You didn’t have the strength to correct him as he grunted from above you, a small shaky laugh followed. “Guess it doesn’t matter now, ain’t that right, Prefect?” He asked with a snicker following as he began to pump in and out of you. His hips slapping against yours as he hugged your leg against his chest. You couldn’t stop your moans from flowing out of your mouth, whining and moaning as his cock massaged your insides in ways your fingers never could. You clawed at the blankets beneath you, at one point you attempted to crawl away from the beastman as the pleasure started to overwhelm your senses. But as his thrusts become rougher you feel weak once more.

The tip smacked into a soft bunch of nerves deep within you that you hadn’t once felt yourself. A string of soft shrieks poured out of you as he began to abuse the bundle inside of you. 

Hitting it over. And over. And over. 

The abuse wasn’t something you could take much more of, listening to Ruggie moan and spill curses from his tongue made you lightheaded as you joined him. With the sound of the bed creaking, the wet smacks of skin meeting, your body was on fire as you convulsed around Ruggie’s cock. Cumming hard enough to leave you shaking as the beastman continued to pound into you. Your weakened form struggled to get away, to escape the overstimulation. You could feel him throbbing deep inside of you as his thrusts grew sloppy and hurried. And with a quick stutter of his hips; Ruggie came deep inside of you. 

You fell limp against the creaking mattress as he pulsated against your tightened walls. He had come so much, you could feel his seed overflowing down your thighs. It made your toes curl tight as he loosened his tight hug on your leg. You were coated in sweat, feeling as if you would faint at any given second. Your panting mixed with Ruggie’s, filling the space with a lustful harmony as he slowly pulled out of you with a whimper. You absolutely need a bath now. But Ruggie was right, you did feel a little better after that. You might need to sweat it out again. Just a few more rounds while school was still in session.

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NSFW alphabet - Lando Norris

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This was requested quite a lot and I started writing it a while ago, but now I was finally able to finish it. Hope you enjoy it 🤓

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Lando has a thing for everything to be clean - so he always makes sure that after a session you and him getting cleaned up like taking a shower or having a bath together.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite part of/on his body, are his hands and his hair. driving one of the fastest car of the world, playing golf or even for playing video games - he has pretty skilled fingers and big hands. he is also very proud of his locks and loves it when you are stroking his hair and giving him a head massage.

Lando loves your tits - who would have thought? in overall he just loves sucking on your nipples and kneading your tits to stimulate you.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

inside you or on your tits - he just really loves the view, when his cum is dripping down in between your tits.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he is known for being addicted to milk and also received a breastfeeding pump once from his secret Santa aka Alex Albon.

the thought, that you were able to feed your baby one day with your own "milk”, fascinates him. and to be honest, he would like to taste it himself.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Lando is young - but super eager to learn and wants to experience so much. he needs a little confidence push here and there from you.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

spooning & titjob

Lando loves being the big spoon. it gives him the feeling to be your guardian and this gives him extra confidence. when he adjusts your upper leg and holding it at a certain angle, his thrusts meet your g spot perfectly. also he loves to grab your boobs in this position, pulling you closer to his chest and leaving hickeys on your neck.

since you knew that Lando was so fixed on your boobs, you tried something new and instead of giving him a blowjob, you tried a titjob. he loved it! from that moment on, this became something in your sex routine.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

we’re talking about Lando?! goofy should be his middle name. actually it’s your nick name for him. you two are always joking around - even when having sex.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Lando is completely shaved!

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

in the beginning of each of your sessions, Lando seems a little tense, because he wants to do you right and especially make you cum. after a few moments, he relaxes and performs even better so both of you enjoy the sexy time.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

you haven’t seen Lando in 3 weeks - there were 2 race weekend after each other and on the free weekend before, you attended a wedding without him. since you and him were dating just recently, both of you are horny as fuck for each other. finally you were able to see him, but Lando had planned a live stream the same time you would arrive at his apartment in Monaco.

of course you weren’t happy about that, but still horny - so was Lando.

you teased him off camera, by drinking from your can with a straw and imitating to suck his dick. you also flashed him and did a little striptease. Lando really needed to hold it in and tried to put up a good front. he lost every single game and had to end the stream about half an hour earlier, as you were now under the table, freeing his already hard cock from his pants and boxers. after he ended the stream, he took of his shirt and threw it over the camera, just to be sure. that was your sign to start jerking him off.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

submissive & praising

he likes it when you take control and take him as you need him. you can also be a little rougher. nothing is more important to him than satisfying your needs. and if you praise him for it, it is the purest satisfaction for him. Lando may have a bit of a fuckboy image, but after all, he's a good boy for you.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

usually you two have sex in bed or on the sofa, sometimes in the shower - but Lando would like to try public sex.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

for Lando it doesn’t need much - he still needs to learn how to control himself. mostly in public. whenever you are around and wearing some tight clothes.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that has to do with pain. yes he likes it rough, but he would never want to hurt you and is therefore not a fan of spanking or choking.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Lando's eating out skills need some improvement, but he's so willing to learn so you'll teach him how you like it best. he is a quick learner.

contrary to your blow job skills. especially on days when he is not feeling well, you can always cheer him up with that and it’s also the quickest way to make him cum.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

most of the time your sessions are fast and rough. your desire for each other is so big, that you can almost never restrain yourselves. however, as time goes by, you discover passionate sex for yourselves and take more time for it.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

anywhere and anytime..

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Lando loves new things and variety. you can see that in his many hobbies. but, he always needs the necessary impulse from you to actually try something new or different. he doesn't want to be too brash and make you feel uncomfortable.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he has the greatest stamina imaginable! it has also happened before, that you couldn't take it anymore after several rounds and had to hold him back. he can be really insatiable, because he is so crazy about you.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

toys are still new for him, so he is relatively restrained towards them. however, he enjoys it more often when you satisfy yourself with them in front of him. watching you do it on your own, increases his pleasure immensely.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

Lando is a tease in person. but in fact he's just playing and when it gets down to business, he's quite amazed at how wet you already are and what effect his cheekiness has on you.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he is a little insecure when it comes to being loud during sex. therefore, he is usually a little quieter and prefers to listen to your moans. he is surprised every time you tell him how much you like to hear him moan and that he should always do this while fucking you.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Lando's latest passion is photography and there is nothing better for him than photographing you.

you're in the middle of a heavy make-out session, as you notice his camera on the nightstand.

"Wait." you murmur into his mouth, breaking the hot kiss between the two of you. you reach for the camera and hand it to him. astonished he looks at it and when he lifts his gaze again, you have already taken off your bra and covered your breasts with your hands. lasciviously you pose for him - Lando understands immediately and turns on the camera.

you give him some more poses and strip for him. he really gets into the act to capture the best angles of you and can't stop grinning. he shoots another picture of you, as you look directly into the camera lens and take his thumb in your mouth to suck on it.

quickly he puts his camera aside and pinned you down on the mattress. he got rid of his boxers and enters you without warning. during sex, you grab the camera once more and thanks to the small rotating monitor, you can shoot some more snapshots while you two are in action. some of them were blurry, but that's what made it a little more seductive and Lando had the best memory of you whenever you couldn't accompany him to a race.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Lando is above average.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he has the highest sex drive there’s ever been - get ready for some action.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

because of complete exhaustion, you both always fall asleep very quickly.

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Carry On

Chapter 26

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Shit’s a bit tense....

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

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Y/N’s POV:

Who knew silence could be so loud between two people? By the time Y/N pulled herself together to go upstairs with Dean, she was both mentally and physically exhausted. Not to mention, she was more than a little hurt. She could feel Dean’s eyes on her, probably waiting for her to tell him to go sleep in the office, as she gathered her things and robotically went to the bathroom to quickly shower, and then crawl her way back into bed, keeping as much distance between herself and Dean as possible because she just didn’t know how she felt yet, aside from the horrible sting of it all, about what happened between the pair of them, and she needed some time to sort it out for herself because this was very much new to her. 

If someone was watching from afar as they slept, she wondered what they would have looked like, sleeping with their backs to one another, as close to their respective edge as possible. Would the giant wall she felt between their bodies actually be visible? Or was she just being dramatic, and it was all in her head? She was almost willing to bet it was fucking visible. 

She surprisingly fell asleep fairly quickly, but her mind and body did not rest; she was exhausted from the events of the day, as well as the fight they’d had. But the entire time she slept, she had really odd  dreams of the barn and Dean being stuck across the room, and refusing to talk to her. It was all strange, and didn’t make sense, and when she woke up, she felt as if she hadn’t rested at all. 

Then it didn’t help that she found the bed empty, Dean’s side long cold in comparison to her own. 

Was he still angry with her? Could he forgive her so that they could go back to the way that they were? Even though she really did nothing wrong, and honestly, he had already apologized, so wasn’t it her job to forgive him now? If so, was she really ready to do that yet? How could things get so complicated overnight? They had been doing so well together, now this? Maybe that’s what hurt the most. 

When she made her way downstairs, dressed in her most comfortable clothing for the long road trip to Austin, Texas, she found Dean standing at the stove, plating herself as well as him so eggs and bacon, along with a side of toast. He gave her a tight smile, and as she sat heavily down at the table, he placed her food as well as her coffee down in front of her, kissing her on the temple lightly when he did so. But still, it didn’t feel right, it felt strained in some way. 

Not a word was spoken as they ate, neither was there a word spoken as Dean checked the house one final time before sliding into Baby’s driver seat. Y/N had noticed that he had collected her favorite road trip blanket, as well as a small pillow and book and placed it on her side of the car. She always seemed to get cold during long car rides like this one when she wasn’t doing the majority of the driving, and normally, the little attention to detail would have made her heart swell up and fly around the room. Not today though. Today, she just felt hollow, numb. 

Dean never pushed her to talk to him, or even to talk about the fight they’d had. Though, she did note that he was actively making an effort to attend to anything she could possibly want or need. Like he was trying to apologize now with his actions, since his words seemed to have not worked like he’d hoped.

She also noticed how exhausted and stressed he looked around his eyes. Most likely he didn’t sleep at all, and that worried her because they had such a long way to go today. But she couldn’t say anything to him, because all she could hear every time she looked at him was his voice screaming angrily at her in her mind. Maybe she felt like she failed him. Maybe she felt like a moron for not telling him she was on birth control. Maybe, just maybe, she was angry that he turned the whole thing on her like she was able to read his mind, and know that he wanted to have a baby with her. 

Not a word was spoken between the pair of them the entire nine hour drive. Still, she could feel the invisible wall building higher and higher between them with each mile that passed under Baby’s wheels. It was painful, and awkward, but neither of them seemed to be able or willing to break it. In fact, after they stopped for lunch and the first time he’d heard her voice all day long was when she placed her order for her burger, Dean seemed to just shut down all together and stop trying to communicate with her. 

After lunch, she’d somehow fallen asleep with her book in her hands. Possibly because she was still so exhausted from the day and night before. Dean let her sleep for the next four and a half hours of their trip, and when he carefully nudged her awake as they started to see Austin’s city limits, like she was a dangerous, rabid dog that might attack him if he moved to fast, he looked as if he’d been bawling for the rest of the trip. His eyes were slightly puffy and bloodshot, and his face was a little flushed, but before she could say a word to him about it, Dean turned off onto a residential street, and in what felt like no time at all, they were arriving at Sam’s home. 

Dean swallowed thickly as he put Baby in park, and cleared his throat. She didn’t miss the way his hands trembled slightly as he pulled the keys out of the ignition either, even though he’d never admit to whatever it was that he was feeling. 

None of that matter, because before either of them could even make an attempt to say anything, the front door of the little house swung open, and Sam emerged, his elongated body jogging comically along the sidewalk towards his brother’s car, much like a faithful puppy. His too long hair always did remind her of dog ears when he jogged like that, but she never said anything to anyone because Sam would get offended, and Dean wouldn’t ever let Sam live it down. 

“You made it!” Sam voiced enthusiastically as he helped to open Dean’s door, and Dean stepped out to greet his baby brother. It had been a year since they’d seen one another, and other than when Dean was in Hell, or in Purgatory, that was the longest they’d ever gone with nothing tragically wrong. 

“Yeah, we made it,” Dean answered, grunting as Sam finally released him from the bone crushing hug he had him in. 

“How was the trip?” Sam questioned, giving Y/N a side hug as she stepped around the car to where the brothers were standing. 

“Not too bad,” Dean lied smoothly. Honestly, the ride had apparently been hell, or at least the last leg of it anyway, judging by the redness and puffiness of his emerald eyes. “Been a while since I was on the road that long. I’m sure Baby was almost in shock when we left the city limits.”

Dean’s half hearted banter didn’t meet his eyes, and she was no idiot; she was sure Sam picked up on the fact that something was wrong no matter how much they tried to cover it up, and acted like everything was fine, things were anything but fine. 

“Are you ready to meet your nephew?” Sam asked, clearing his throat awkwardly. 

“Yea, let me just grab our bags,” Dean agreed with a deep sigh, and started to make his way around to the trunk of the car where their duffle bags were packed. He didn’t get very far before his right leg seemed to just give out on him, and he sank to the ground with a heavy huff of air. 

For a split  second, neither Y/N or Sam moved, it was almost like the pair were shocked to have actually seen him fall after all this time; he’d been doing so well that it was easy to forget that Dean was still struggling with his injuries, and probably always would. When the shock faded, both of them rushed over to where Dean was now sitting, waving them off. 

“I’m fine!” Dean insisted, waiving the pair of them away, and meeting neither of their gaze as he gritted his teeth, and used Baby to pull himself to his feet. “I’m fine, I just lost my balance, that's all. Nothing’s wrong, no need to panic.”

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Sam pressed, but Dean just shook him off as he leaned against the black exterior of the Impala. “Cause that was over a nine hour drive, I’m sure your sore as fuck, and that did look like—”

“Sammy! I’m okay! I just lost my footing. Probably from sitting so long, but I promise, I’m fine!” Dean insisted, and Sam’s mouth shut before he could argue. One thing that hadn’t changed about Dean at all since his injury. He didn’t like people thinking he looked weak, so he’d downplay everything. Sam knew it would do him no good to argue the point. 

“Okay,” Sam relented. “Let me at least help the two of you with your bags.” Sam jogged around to the back of the car, leaving Dean and Y/N face to face. 

Dean was panting slightly as he shoved himself upright, but he refused to meet Y/N’s gaze. 

“Dean—” Y/N tried to reach out a hand to help him steady himself, but he shrugged  her off  instead; his ears and neck were red with what seemed to be embarrassment as he watched Sam shoulder all of their bags like it was nothing. 

“I’m fine,” he insisted through his teeth in a harsh whisper. “I just lost my balance. I’m not made of fucking glass. I just need to rest for a while, and I’ll be fine.”

With things still very tense between the pair of them, coupled with the fact that was the first the thing that they’d said verbally towards one another all day besides Dean attempts at a one sided conversation that morning, Y/N just backed off, and walked behind the towering men up the drive towards Sam’s home. 

He’d never shoved her away before. Never. Never had he ever refused her help. It was a little startling for her. Sure, she was still very upset with him, and had by no means forgiven him yet. But that didn’t mean that she didn’t love him. That didn’t mean that she wasn’t concerned for his well being. 

Dean’s POV:

“Are you sure you got enough to eat Dean?” Eileen questioned as Sam collected the dinner dishes. She was feeding his nephew, a concept he still hadn’t really wrapped his head around. Sure, he’d held the kid, and Sam said that it was indeed his son. Also, the kids looked just like Sam when he was a baby. It was almost eerie, but for some reason, this was something; a reality that he thought he’d never see, so therefore, he kept waiting for Gabriel to jump out of a corner like, “GOTCHA! You’ve been punked!”

“Oh more than enough,” he insisted, doing his best to smile at her, even though he wanted desperately to go and locked himself in the guest room and cry like the little bitch he felt like right now. 

His back was screaming in pain. That tumble he took out there hurt a fucking lot more than he admitted and he was trying his best to play off. So much so, that he almost became over stimulated and couldn’t fucking fake it because he was fighting, and was drawing attention to himself. Thankfully, he was able to chalk it up to being restless from sitting so long on the way up here, and Sam brought it. He wasn’t sure Y/N did. Though currently he wasn’t sure she even cared. It was embarrassing as fuck that he just fell like that in front of everyone. Then to top it off, Y/N had yet to even really look at him since they came into the house, and that fucking hurt bad. Worse than any physical pain he was feeling at that moment.

He knew he’d fucked up. He knew that he was wrong. He admitted it;  tried to apologize. He tried to baby her this morning;  to physically show her that he was sorry. He even packed all of her favorite travel things into the car without her asking. He was horrible with words and getting across what he was feeling, so he’d been trying to do whatever he could come up with to SHOW her he was sorry. She wouldn’t give him an inch, and now he was terrified that he lost the only reason he had for not going and parking Baby in front of his house and blowing his fucking brains out, because as he sat and watched Y/N and Eileen talk to one another, probably about baby stuff. He wasn’t even really listening, and wasn’t too quick to pick up on the sign language the way Y/N had been, so therefore he was lost regardless of whether he was actually paying attention to the little things they were saying here and there or not. 

“DEAN!” Sam said loudly next to him, and Dean jumped like he’d been shot at. “Sorry,” Sam continued as Dean flinched and tried to shove the now fiery hot pain shooting down his back from his sudden movement. “Are you alright dude? You’re not acting like yourself.”

“‘M fine Sammy,” Dean sighed, forcing himself to look away from Eileen and Y/N as they both wandered their way into the living room, just out of his eyesight. “Just really tired. The day has kinda caught up with me.”

Sam took a seat after looking over his shoulder towards the living room; making sure the girls were not listening before he turned back to him, the look of “bullshit” plastered all over his face, and Dean did all he could to stop from rolling his eyes at him. 

“Dean, I know you better than you know yourself a lot of the time—”

“That’s debatable,” Dean cut in, but Sam was completely unfazed.

“And there’s something up between you and Y/N. You both have spent all evening since you got here taking turns staring at one another when the other person isn’t looking, but neither of you have said one damn thing to each other since you crawled out of the car. Spill it.” 

Dean’s jaw clenched, and he closed his eyes as he tried to center himself against the physical discomfort he was feeling and the humiliation he felt at being so fucking obvious. He really, really did not want to talk about this with Sam of all people. It was really fucking personal, and they just weren’t there. Not yet. 

“It’s nothing,” Dean attempted to blow it off. “Just typical, couple shit. We both are tired, and just need some sleep. We’re both fine though, I promise.”

Sam dead panned as he stared at his brother. 

“You do know that girl in there is the best thing to ever happen to you right?” Sam questioned, the look of a father that was about to go into a fucking moral lecture or something. 

“Yes Sam, I’m well fucking aware.”

“And you do know she loves your stubborn ass for whatever reason,” Sam continued, and Dean huffed, shaking his head. He was mentally plotting Sam’s murder at this point, and if his body wasn’t a fucking clusterfuck, he’d probably have punched him. Hell, he might still punch him. 

“Yes, I know that,” Dean voiced, his blood pressure rising by the millisecond. 

“I can tell you’re not going to open up to me about it—” 

“That’s because it’s none of anyone’s business,” Dean cut in again, and this time Sam rolled his eyes. “Plus it’s kinda personal, and I’m not going to share personal shit with you or anyone else without talking to Y/N first.”

“Okay, I respect that,” Sam relented with an exhausted sigh. “But whatever it is you two got going on, you really need to work it out, because it’s taking a toll on you dude. You’re not covering it up very well. You look horrible right now.”

Before Dean could argue with him about it, Sam stood up from the table, and walked away to join the girls, where there was now the distinct sound of the opening credits of something on the television. 

Dean didn’t think he could sit through a whole movie. He was in pain, he needed to take something for it before he ended up in the hospital or couldn’t sleep that night, and he wanted to take a shower and lay down. It’s not like Y/N and he  could work out their problems with a room full of people and a baby. So he decided to give it up for the night and made his way to the air mattress that Sam had set up for the pair of them to use in the laundry room for the duration of their visit. It wasn’t a bed, but it was better than nothing. 

Y/N’s POV:

It had been over two hours since Y/N had seen Dean sitting at the dinner table. She did hear the shower cut on at one point, and she assumed that he’d gone to lay down. While she was sitting there with Sam and Eileen and their baby, her eyes were watching the movie… mostly anyway… when they weren’t watching Eileen and Sam enjoy their baby, her mind was on Dean. 

She hadn’t really been fair to him today. She knew that. He was trying. She wasn’t blind. Well, he was trying until he just stopped trying and talking all together. It also bothered the fuck out of her that when she woke up in the car it looked like he’d been crying. Which only made her feel worse. 

She was angry with him. She was hurt. Maybe a little irrationally, because the rational part of her brain KNEW that there was a serious lack of communication on her part as well, and this whole situation wasn’t all Dean’s fault. But it was his reaction that hurt. The way he’d screamed at her. The way he’d accused her of basically lying to him. That’s what fucking hurt. That’s why she was angry. He made it out like it was her fault that he didn’t know she was on birth control, and therefore he couldn’t get her pregnant. 

“I think I’m going to call it a night,” Y/N said after the movie came to an end. She had about all the love birds she could stomach. “I probably need to check on Dean too. It’s not like him to have gone to bed so early.”

“Yeah, I’m tired too, and while the little man’s asleep, we better try and get some sleep,” Sam agreed. 

Eileen, who had been following the conversation, looked over at the clock, and then back at Sam. 

“But… But it’s only 8:30,” Eileen interjected, to which Sam just gave her a look that screamed, ‘follow me.’

With a swift, “goodnight,” Sam pulled Eileen into their room, and left Y/N standing alone in the  living-room to go and face Dean. 

Problem was, she really didn’t know where to begin.

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[bobattef]

I don’t need a baby sitter:

Storming up the stairs and slamming your bedroom door shut (so loudly that the walls shook) probably wasn’t the best way to prove to your dad that you were a grown ass woman but hey, he needed to know just how annoyed you were at him.

Being the daughter of ‘the’ Tony Stark definitely had its perks, what 20 year old had their own fleet of cars for one?

But it also came at a price, and not the legal tender type price.

You were only introduced to your father 3 years prior.

At 16, you were kicked out of the American adoptive system for now you were classed as an adult.

And it was only by pure desperation did you seek out your real parents, you thought you hit the jackpot when you matched your DNA with a billionaire.

Fast forward a few years and you had well and truly established yourself in this life of the fast living.

You had attended parties on top of parties.

Rubbed shoulders with real life superhero’s, one’s from even out of this world.

You also had a fair few arguments with actual government personnel and once was escorted out of the White House.

Still, the massive falling out you had with your Dad that particular day would be nothing compared to this one you were about to have as just…13 minutes ago, you had been told you will be given a personal bodyguard.

Yes, your Dad may have said body guard but you translated it to ‘babysitter’.

And at 20 years of age, who would possibly want a babysitter?!

Morgan doesn’t even have one for gods sake!

“She’ll calm down soon” Tony sighs out loud.

Pepper smiles weakly as she strokes Morgan’s hair.

“Do you think it will be any easier when this little one is her age?” She asks him but doesn’t really want an answer.

She knows deep down Tony feels guilty about missing out the fact he had another Daughter out there somewhere.

***

“Rise and shine starlight…” Your Dad raps on your bedroom door the next morning, or more like afternoon.

“I know you’re mad at me but you can’t be so mad you’ll miss out on brownie-pancakes!” 

“Ergh!” You throw the pillow you were laid on over your head.

“I’m not a child!!” You shout out into the soft  fabric.

“I know” your Dad feels the guilt pang at him again as he remembers that he never saw you as a child.

“But who can refuse brownie-pancakes??…” 

“…I’ll be down in 5” you roll your eyes like he can hear them!

You thought about getting showered and dressed before going downstairs (it was gone noon after all) but the promise of sweet treats for breakfast were too good to miss out on.

Throwing some slacks and a hoodie on, you make your way down stairs, hugging Morgan hello as you walk past her in the middle room.

“I didn’t make them myself so they’re good!” Your Dad says as you take a place at the breakfast bar.

There was quite a spread as you gathered a few brownie-pancakes on a plate, topped them with the whipped cream and strawberries your dad had put out whilst also pinching a few chocolate shavings for the top.

He just smiles at you as you get started on the pile of food, enjoying the silence for once.

It’s short lived though, as you hear the clicking of Pepper’s heels along the corridor over the sound of her speaking quietly, is she on the phone? 

“Ah, glad you could make it Cap” Your dad looks up, past you sitting at the breakfast bar and towards the 2 men now entering the kitchen.

You freeze on the spot.

You weren’t expecting guests, hence the choice of relaxed attire you had on so are hugely embarrassed anyways but the fact that it was THE Captain America was 10 times worse!

You’ve met him a few times at parties, but that’s when you were done up to the 9’s. 

You’d never come close to being with him of course but that never stopped you flirting outrageously with him at every chance.

One, he was ridiculously handsome and two, you knew it would piss your Dad off to no end to see you giggling and grabbing the arm of his Avenger team mate.

He definitely didn’t have anything to worry about now though as you’re sure when Steve sees you dressed the way you are with no make up on, he’ll never look at you twice again!

“Morning girls” the heavenly voice of his rings around the room as Morgan squeals whilst saying her hello back.

You haven’t turned around yet.

Hopefully your Dad and Cap and whoever else it is will go off to the offices for the business it was that had him here.

“Good morning Y/N?” Steve says to you as you pop your hoodie on over your head, at least trying to hide your look of homelessness. 

“Mmm, Morning” you quickly speak up, still not facing him in the doorway.

Your Dad laughs.

He knows exactly what you’re thinking and he’s loving every minute of it.

Maybe now you’ll leave his team mate alone at parties?

“Y/N?” He sounds so innocent as you glare back at him from underneath your hood.

“This is the bodyguard I was telling you about…” he smirks at you again.

You are fuming.

Not only did you point blank refuse his idea of having a personal bodyguard but not even 24 hours later, he’s brought someone in for you to meet whilst you’re looking like a hobo!!

“I don’t need a baby sitter” you say to him through gritted teeth but it soon disappears as you hear Steve’s laughter from behind.

“He’s not a babysitter y/n” he says walking over to you, (oh no!) 

“Your Dad’s right, you need protection,  24/7 protection and when we’re not around, then…”he’s in front of you now as you feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

Smiling as you turning pink he carries on “…then Bucky will be there for you if and when you need it” 

Your heart sinks at his words.

Did you even hear him right.

Bucky will be here?

Bucky Barnes?!

You turn your head towards the doorway, forgetting about the state of your face, needing your eyes to confirm for your ears.

And sure enough, there he is, taking up the whole frame of the doorway pretty much, it’s the winter soldier.

***

You had met Steve’s old war pal a handful of times before today.

He didn’t really like the whole ‘Stark Party’ vibes you had most weekends and he rarely hung with the others around the compound much.

He would sometimes acknowledge you when Steve would say hi or bye but that’s about as far as interactions have been between you both. 

So you have no idea why your Dad thought the ex Hydra assassin would be the best pick of the bunch to be your bodyguard.

You had yet another argument with him about it, this time with Cap and Bucky stood there in the kitchen to witness it.

You were being a massive brat but you didn’t care.

You had to get your point across but it, once again, fell on deaf ears as just 3 days later you were left alone in the compound with your new security.

It had been exactly 4 hours and 37 minutes since you watched the Quinjet pull out of the landing bay with the Avengers on board.

Off out on some pissy little mission in the Middle East somewhere, you kept your best pouting face on the whole time your Dad explained himself to you.

Turning to Bucky stood just behind you, you could have sworn he sighed out loud as he turned and walked back inside.

Perhaps he wasn’t happy with this arrangement either?

Not that you could ask him.

He stayed in the kitchen whilst you were laying on the sofa, scrolling aimlessly on your phone.

A light rumble from your stomach reminded you that you had skipped breakfast this morning, too annoyed to eat! 

You practically dragged yourself up from the comfort of the lounge area, wrapping the blanket you had around your shoulders like some sort of cape.

Bucky flickered his gaze up to look at you as you walked over to the fridge.

You tried not to look his way as he was leant over the breakfast bar, his dark blue shirt showing off his vibranium arm.

The silence in the room got louder as you finished making your lunch, deciding to sit at the opposite end of the bar.

Bucky sighed, making that same exasperated sound he had done previously on the balcony today.

The noise made you look up towards him, your eyes found his staring straight at you.

Your cheeks heated slightly as you he kept his eyes on you.

“You er…” you cleared your throat “hungry?” 

You ask the Super Soldier, why was he staring at you like this??

But he doesn’t answer, instead he stands from the breakfast bar, the sound of the stool legs scrapping on the floor caused you to jump a little.

He maintains your awkward eye contact with him as walks out the kitchen, away from you.

“Ooook…” you say to yourself.

***

The next couple of days were pretty much the same, you knew the super soldier was in the compound with you whilst your Dad and the others were still out on the mission but you never found yourself in the same room as him, ever.

If you were in the kitchen, he’d wait in the lounge.

If you were in the lounge, he’d be upstairs in his room.

If you were in your room, he’d be down in the gym.

He always made sure he’d leave which ever room it was, just as you were coming in.

It was weird as hell.

You tried to smile at him as you crossed paths in the hallway or stairs but he never gave you anything back.

You started to get annoyed with him.

You weren’t happy with this arrangement, that was obvious, but why did he agree to it if he’s not even going to nod a good morning greeting once in a while.

On day 4 of no Dad or Avenger’s here, you finally snapped.

You had wanted to go and meet your bestie in town but Bucky said no.

You didn’t even ask him if you could, so you wasn’t prepared in the slightest to hear his very firm ‘no!’

“I’m sorry…did you just tell me no?” You gave Bucky a chance to change his answer, rewrite his little script of this conversation but he wasn’t budging.

“You’re not going” he said to you as he turned to walk away but you step in front of him.

This is the most words he’s ever said to you and yet they aren’t what you want to hear.

“I don’t think you can…” you try to argue your point but he cuts in.

“Your Dad said I’m in charge whilst he’s gone” Bucky snaps at you.

“But, I…” the way he’s glaring down at you makes you stutter, what is his problem??

“But nothing” he simply states, walking around where you had been standing he goes back into the lounge. 

You stand there for a few more seconds.

Trying to take in what had just happened.

Did the winter soldier just ground you??

***

You were fuming.

You thought about stomping after Bucky, tell him what’s for and that he can’t speak to you like that but you were still pretty intimidated by him.

He was a trained assassin once upon a time.

So, you opted for the plan which you did best, you’d sneak out instead.

Of course you haven’t had to do this for a long time but you didn’t realise it would have to come to this.

You stayed in your bedroom until you knew Bucky had gone down to the gym, like he always did when you were up here.

You peeked out the crack of your door, just about catching the screen above the elevator as it dinged to say it was at the ground floor.

Perfect.

You eased out of your bedroom, closing the door ever so quietly.

I mean, he was a super soldier after all, who knew if he had super senses??

You tiptoed to the stairs, one last look to make sure the elevator was still displaying the ‘G’ for ground floor, you bolted down them, maintaining those light foot steps each time.

You stepped off the last one and into the reception area, your feet squealed from the rubber on the bottom of your trainers as they hit the shiny surface of the floor.

The noise startled you but you carried on running, you cleared the distance to the front entrance doors in no time, you could feel your hand starting to sweat as you reached out to grab the handle.

Twisting it frantically, it took a little longer than it should have to realise the top was bolted across.

Something you’ve hardly ever seen on this door as it’s never needed to be locked so tightly.

“Eurgh!!” You can’t keep your frustration inside as you desperately try to jump and reach the lock. 

One, two, three times it took you to outstretch your arm long enough to be able to slide the metal across but you did it.

A loud sigh escaping from your mouth as you finally go to swing the door open, almost tasting freedom, but the sound of someone clearing their throat comes from behind you.

Dread fills your body.

You know damn well whose mouth that left from.

Closing your eyes in defeat at getting caught, you drop your head down to the floor also.

“I thought I told you no” Bucky’s voice almost echoed as you both now stood in the reception area.

You could feel your body start to pump adrenaline as his words hit a nerve with you.

“You can’t tell me no” you bite back.

Staying where you are, facing the, now unlocked, door.

You put your hand back onto the handle, you got this far you might as well carry on.

What could he possibly do to stop you from leaving?

“Take your hand off that handle Doll” Bucky threatened you, you almost got annoyed all over again at the tone he had used.

Like telling a child off but the name he added at the end of his sentence took you by surprise.

“Doll?” Your inside thoughts decide to break free as you question if he meant to say that to you.

“Let go of the door” Bucky repeats himself, leaving out the pet name he previously had said.

“Or??” You pushed it a little further with him. 

Maybe because you still had your back to him, so you couldn’t see just how scary he probably looked right now. 

You gripped a little tighter on the door handle too.

You hardly heard his footsteps yet he closed the distance between you both in mere seconds. 

His breathing was suddenly very close to your neck as he stood almost flush behind you.

He reached up, leaning over you slightly as he slid the bolt back across the top of the door with ease.  

You still had hold of the handle, even though the top bolt made your action redundant, you felt like it was your only way to help prove your point.

You didn’t expect him to wrap his hand around yours that was still clutching onto the metal to pull it away.

“Just do…” the sound of him talking so close to your ear almost sent a shiver down your spine.

Why was he so scary?

“…what you’re told. For once” 

He added on that last bit through gritted teeth it sounded like.

With his hand still entwined with yours, he uses this contact to pull you round, so you were now facing him.

Your back hit the wooden paned door as you glance upwards to his face.

His eyes pierced into yours, almost trying to read what was going on behind them.

But you had nothing.

No plan, no action, no words.

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[masterwords]

Spending Christmas in Chicago at Fran’s. Morgan’s sisters building a snowman with Jack while Hotch and Derek enjoy a lazy morning under the warm covers.

Hotch and Derek attending the annual Christmas play at Jack’s school and going for hot chocolate at the Christmas market afterwards.

Both of them falling asleep on the sofa on New Year’s Eve, Jack taking a picture and sending it to Jess and Fran.

Well, I am absolutely certain you had no intention of me using all 3 of these in one story, but I did. With an added dash of baby fever! Hotch and Morgan plus a pregnancy announcement. I think I might carry this one on, too, as a long-term story if anyone is interested? Add it to the pile, folks! I don't write a lot of baby-centric fics but I was sort of in the mood here for some reason. Lots of sweet, soft fluff. Some angst. 3.5k words of SURPRISE WE'RE HAVING A BABY.

***there is comfort where we overlap ***

“We have to go,” Derek said, breezing through the bedroom, from hallway to bathroom with a purpose. Hotch had been in there for over an hour either showering, shaving or having some kind of extended quiet panic attack. “You almost ready?” On the counter was an open bottle of Tums, extra strength, half empty. He popped the lid closed and looked around.

Silence. Derek peeked behind the shower curtain to find Hotch just...sitting...beneath the water. “Aaron, come on.”

“What time is her appointment?” Hotch's voice was small and wet sounding.

“Doesn't matter. We'll know when we know. Come on, Jack's expecting us to show up for this cookies and cocoa thing with his teachers beforehand. Jessica will actually murder us if we miss it, I guarantee it.”

“I know.” He made no effort to move, however.

“Then get up and come on. It's out of our hands.”

Hotch wasn't usually one to mope around, and under normal circumstances he would be the one who had everything together and was ready hours beforehand. But there was something about this particular circumstance that had completely robbed him of the ability to exist. Slowly he unfurled his long legs and stretched them while Derek cut off the water supply and dropped a towel on top of his head rather unceremoniously. “Up.”

“I'm getting up.”

“No, you're stretching like a lazy cat. Get up.”

He got up. Begrudgingly, he managed it and toweled himself off entirely before stepping out of the tub. Derek had already laid out some clothes for him and threatened to set a timer for him to get ready, but Hotch didn't protest and didn't drag his feet. He simply did his best to turn his brain off and put his clothes on.

C'est la Vie had never been in Hotch's life plan. His need for control ran so deep that he couldn't even let other people drive the car he sat in. And this situation was so far outside of his control that it was giving him an ulcer, or at least adding to the one that was already in there. He could feel it gnawing away at his stomach lining. For the last two weeks he'd been eating Tums and drinking Alka Seltzer at an alarming rate. He was making himself sick, and there wasn't anything Derek could do to stop the spiral except wait it out and remind him they had no control and if they found out that it hadn't happened...they would simply try again. And again. And it wouldn't have been his fault.

They missed cookies and cocoa by ten minutes, but they made it before the play started. Just in time to apologize and promise that they'd go out to the little Christmas market downtown afterward to see the tree lighting and parade. They would have just enough time to pop in, grab some hot cocoa, watch the tree lighting and hit the road. Hotch wasn't thrilled, but he'd been the reason for the tardiness, so he kept his protest to a minimum. “It's three degrees,” Hotch muttered, but he'd already given in.

The play was sweet. Not great, most of the kids forgot their lines and some had even lost parts of their costumes, but it was sweet. The really little ones looked like a box full of kittens had been upended on the stage and they all scattered in different directions. There were teachers and parents rushing the stage to set them back on track. The slightly older kids, like Jack, stood on the risers and sang their parts and spoke their lines sometimes too loud, sometimes too quiet, always off key - but overall, it was about as good as could be expected. It would leave them with stories to tell, if nothing else.

As they sat, Hotch worried his thumb over his nailbeds and kept it hidden in his pockets. As if Derek didn't know what he was hiding. With some otherworldly level of stealth, Derek reached over, pulled one of his hands free and squeezed it. At attempt at being reassuring but it only made Hotch feel like crying. That Derek was so laid back and he was absolutely beside himself was cruel.

Their phones were off. Derek had insisted. Not just silence but completely off. “Whatever the result is, we don't need to know while Jack's on stage. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

Derek led a standing ovation for the kids, much to the delight of the kids on stage who took exaggerated bows and pointed at their families and smiled for pictures. Hotch, for one brief moment, was completely overwhelmed by what was happening on the stage and how completely sweet it was and forgot entirely about the text he was anticipating. In fact, his mind wandered in the other direction, and he found himself wishing he could turn to his right and see Haley there smiling up at Jack through tears of joy and laughter.

Finally, in the lobby while Jack was with his class getting their things together, it was time. Derek took his phone out and looked at Hotch a little expectantly when the screen began to show signs of life. They both saw it, the little flashing light that said he had a text. “No matter what, it's okay, right? If it didn't take this time, we'll try again...”

Hotch's sample had been hard to come by. The timing was off, his work schedule was impeding every attempt at an appointment he made, his stress levels were through the roof...he was starting to feel dead in the water before he'd even made it to the damn clinic.

“Yeah,” Hotch whispered, his breath caught in his throat. If it didn't take it would be entirely his fault and sure they could try again and again, but at a certain point it would be worth questioning how they were going about this. It was their second attempt. The first time, Hotch had wept for a whole night in spite of himself. Derek had to admit that he was disappointed, too, but he could see it for what it was: an imperfect science. They were warned it might take a few attempts and it wouldn't indicate anything wrong, not right away. But Hotch had a hard time seeing it that way when he thought back to the years and years that he and Haley had tried and failed, tried and nearly succeeded, tried and tried.

Derek held his phone up to Hotch, and through the shine of tears he saw the photo, the piece of paper with a big bold word printed right at the top of all the other various lab results. POSITIVE.

“You see it? You see what it says?” Derek asked, unable to wipe the smile from his face. Hotch sniffed and pulled his handkerchief from his pocket before nodding. He was staring at it. Couldn't take his eyes off of it. “We're doing this.”

His voice didn't seem to work, but Derek didn't mind that. He just held up his phone, snapped a picture of Hotch with tears in his eyes, and sent it to Sarah as confirmation that they were ecstatic.

In a few hours, after the Christmas market, they would be on a plane with Jack headed to Chicago to spend the week of Christmas with Derek's family and they would have to keep this quiet until Christmas morning. “Can we tell Jack?” Derek asked, and Hotch shook his head.

“No. Sarah wants everyone to find out when your mom does, she was adamant about that.”

“You don't think he can keep it a secret?”

“Derek. Jack has proven, time and again, to be abysmal at keeping even the most basic of secrets. I would love to tell him but I think it would be ill-advised.”

“All I heard was blah blah blah. Let's tell Jack. I want him to know he's going to be a big brother.” He paused, really taking a second to look at Hotch, at the way the color had drained from his cheeks and the tears glistened in his eyes. “Let's go sit down on that bench and wait for Jack before you pass out right here. We'll decide when we see him.”

Hotch allowed Derek to lead him to the bench, but he wasn't intending to budge on the rest. He was certain that they should not tell Jack, as much as they both wanted to. Until the minute that Jack appeared before them dressed like a little elf and even Hotch could hardly contain himself. With one sideways glance that Derek took as approval to spill the beans (whether it was or was not would be the topic of many discussions throughout the week), the words spilled out.

“Jack,” he said, pulling the kid into his lap. “You ready to be a big brother?”

(x)

There's regular snow and then there is Chicago snow. Hotch relinquished the driving reigns infrequently, but when the snow on the side of the road was piled up as high as the car, and the slush they had to drive in threw the car around like a rag doll, he handed the keys to Derek without any fuss. He could drive in regular snow, out on country roads was his specialty, but there was something daunting about having to adapt to both big city driving and deep snow that he simply couldn't manage. Something about it tipped the scales from him having control to having absolutely none.

The storm was moving in quickly, and they'd been fortunate that their plane had even been allowed to land at O'Hare, but they'd be pushing their luck to make it all the way to Fran's unscathed. By the end of the drive, the car was more like a sled on the big busy streets just sliding without traction, and once they were on the side streets the poor thing was working double time to pull itself through the mounds of wet slush and snow that wouldn't be plowed for days to come. But they made it in one piece and were ready to hunker down and wait out the rest of the storm inside Fran's nice warm home.

And they had four whole days to keep a huge secret from everyone.

The look on Sarah's face, the absolute bliss in her eyes when she reached out to hug Derek, Hotch knew it was going to be a difficult few days. And when she hugged him around the neck, he had to fight back more tears. He was on the verge of tears often, but this was far and away the worst it had ever been. Suddenly he was remembering that first few days after finding out that Haley was pregnant, it was funny how he'd managed to forget all of that now that Jack was older and everything had changed. Now, like he'd stepped into a time machine, he was feeling all those huge overwhelming things again. His life, Jack's life, this baby's life, they all flashed before his eyes. He squeezed Derek's hand out of desperation, and Derek squeezed him back out of love.

Dinner the first night was mostly quiet, with Sarah and Desiree bickering and Derek trying to mediate on Sarah's behalf. As the evening wore on, he began to get a little overbearing and Hotch had to tell him to back off of Desiree more than once.

“She's gonna stress Sarah out,” he hissed as they ducked around the corner. “She needs to back off.”

“Sarah will be fine.” It was Hotch's turn to be reasonable, to find himself slightly more even. His ulcer was still smoldering embers, but he felt more peaceful. The panic had, at least momentarily, subsided. “She's okay.” The strain in Derek's eyes, the absolute uncertainty and out of control feeling that seeped from him was concerning. He was going to blow the secret before anyone else by virtue of his need to care for his sister who was carrying his child.

“I need to take a walk,” Derek said finally, and Hotch nodded in agreement. “Get outta here for a bit. Get some fresh air.”

“Why don't you ask Sarah to go with you? I could use a ginger ale from the corner store.”

Derek reached out and pulled Hotch close to him, pressing their foreheads together. “You're a genius.”

“I know.”

They slept on the pull-out sofa bed with Jack on an air mattress nearby. Fran had made him up a bed, but he insisted on sleeping beside the Christmas tree and how could she say no to that? Beneath a mound of blankets, they listened to the gentle sound of Jack's little snores and whispered, conspired, smiled over the fact that soon they'd have another. And sleepless nights, they would have those too. Hotch was ready for those, he slept so little already.

“How are you so chill all of a sudden?” Derek whispered, his lips against Hotch's ear. It tickled and sent goosebumps in a flushing river down his spine.

“I remember this part. The anticipation. There's a lot of work to do, I like that.” What he meant to say was that there were things he could control now. He could build a crib and set up a bedroom, he could research and buy a car seat, he could do all of these things that would make him feel useful.

“I can't stop thinking about everything that could go wrong.”

“Derek, you said it yourself. You trust Sarah. More than anyone. That's why we asked her specifically.”

"You made a spreadsheet," Derek mumbled against Hotch's shoulder and they both let out low chuckles.

"I did."

Derek buried his face in Hotch's neck and sucked in a shaky breath. “But she lives here and we live there.”

That had been troubling to both of them, but Hotch knew they could make it work. It was a short flight, a slightly longer but still short drive, and they would simply find a way to make it work. She would have Fran here, and the rest of the Morgan family, she wouldn't be on her own. Not even if she wanted it. “It will all work out.”

The next few days flew by in a blur of shopping, eating and laughing with family. Groups of people would drop in with desserts and stay for coffee no matter the time of day, and Hotch felt like he'd inadvertently stepped into a time machine. Back to a time when his mother would keep cakes and other pastries in the freezer on the off chance that company dropped by. Fran's house was a sort of meeting place, a central location for everyone to gather with a full pot of coffee and plenty of seating. They were surrounded by company and laughter, sometimes loud bursts of song would erupt from out of nowhere.

And bickering. Derek and Sarah were at each other's throats, which Fran insisted was perfectly normal when it appeared to be stressing Hotch out. “They've always been like this.”

“How do you handle it?”

“Like this.” She smiled sweetly and stood, walking into the kitchen and approaching her arguing adult children like they were small, like she could ground them from the bikes and sports and summer vacation. It took a minute for her to find her leverage, but she managed and soon they were able to stand beside each other again without fighting.

Finally, the anticipation about at its maximum and Derek and Sarah nearly at their breaking point, Christmas morning arrived. Jack tore through his gifts with fervor, lavishing everyone with huge thanks and hugs. He played Santa, delivering gifts from beneath the tree to their new owners. Everyone got Hotch something warm. A box of fancy tea for relaxation, wool socks, gloves. Derek got vinyl records and new headphones, with a few boxes of screws and nails as a little joke because he always ran out in the middle of projects and had to run to the hardware store.

“Grandma!” Jack chirped, pulling a small gift from beneath the tree. It had been lodged way in the back, a small white box with delicate silver ribbon wrapped tight and topped by a perfectly symmetrical bow. Derek glanced at Hotch and knew, somehow, that he was responsible for the presentation. Fran held the box lightly, turning it over and over in her hands, giving it a little shake next to her ear only to hear nothing. The gift was light as air.

“It's a box!” she exclaimed, and Jack giggled with delight. “What a beautiful gift. I've always wanted a lovely little box. Think of all the things it'll hold.”

“Grandmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.”

She slipped the ribbon from the box carefully, all eyes on her. “Why are you all staring at me?” she asked, a little flushed, and Hotch thought for sure he was going to blow the whole thing by crying before she even knew what she was looking at. He glanced around the room and realized, with some certainty, that Fran was the only person who didn't know. Desiree and Jack's faces were shining with anticipation, and he and Derek were barely containing themselves. Beneath their shared blanket, they slotted their fingers together and held their breath.

Inside the box was silver tissue paper, delicate and soft, and tucked neatly beneath that was an ultrasound with Sarah's name at the top, and something that looked like a squishy little jellybean right in the center.

“Sarah?” she asked breathless, blinking, stunned. “You're pregnant?”

She grinned. “Yes, mama. I'm pregnant.”

“But you're not...” she was struggling, they could see, to put the pieces together. Sarah wasn't even dating anyone. She hadn't in forever, and she'd made it abundantly clear to the entire family that she did not want to have children. Or a relationship. “You said...”

“Read the back, mom.”

Fran flipped the picture over with one shaking hand and it was then, as she read the words scrawled on the back, that she began crying. And laughing. Wet, teary laughter rattled through the room.

“Hotchner-Morgan?” she gasped out, swiping at her eyes with the silver tissue paper absurdly. It was the closest thing she could grab. “You boys?”

“Yes, mama. It's our baby.” Derek paused and squeezed Hotch's hand beneath the blanket. “I thought we said it would be Morgan-Hotchner?”

“You asked me to write it because your handwriting is too sloppy. I made a choice. It's alphabetical.”

“Yeah, I'm sure that was your reason...”

Back home, they spent the rest of the week walking through Derek's house planning out the space. They'd forced themselves to wait until they had a positive result before they started making any real decisions. Hotch wouldn't re-up the lease on his apartment, that much was for certain. They'd managed to uphold two households the entire time and it was fine, but having a baby made it pretty clear that they would no longer be playing that game. Hotch and Jack would move in with Derek full time, and good riddance to that apartment as far as Derek was concerned.

They spent the week slowly moving things over, little things, knickknacks and Jack's art and his favorite bedroom items. They would save the big stuff for later, Hotch still had three months on his lease and then there was the issue of his storage unit full of he and Haley's things. Derek placed a photo of Haley on the mantle beside the rest of their family, a gesture that Hotch would never have asked of him, and once more he found himself with tears on his cheeks. He knew Sarah's hormones would be all wild and out of control, but he was starting to feel like he was experiencing them for himself firsthand.

On New Year's Eve, Penelope and Dave came over to celebrate with them. They were going to tell the team slowly, disperse the information quietly, but it started with those two over glasses of champagne as they counted down the hours to midnight. To a new year filled with possibilities and growth. Hotch's last couple of years had been hard, and he felt hopeful for once. He was overwhelmed by that feeling, and exhausted by it all.

To no one's surprise, by the time the ball was dropping so so slowly on the television and all of New York City was counting backwards from ten live, Hotch and Derek were fast asleep beneath a blanket. They were completely worn out by the week they'd spent joining their households and dreaming of a new baby that was a perfect mixture of both of them. There was still so much more work to be done.

With some urging from a slightly drunk Penelope, Jack slipped his dad's phone off of the table and snapped a photo of them lying there snoring at the stroke of midnight. Dave kissed Penelope on the cheek and Penelope kissed Jack on the cheek and they sent the photo of the two sleeping men on the couch to Jess with the caption “too old for New Years”.

“They think they're tired now,” Dave said, tucking Jack into his bed before he and Penelope left for the night. Derek and Hotch slept soundly on the couch, and no one had the heart to try and get them to move to their bed. They simply looked too peaceful. “Just wait until that baby comes.”

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #jack hotchner #fran morgan #sarah morgan #the morgan family #david rossi #penelope garcia #criminal minds #christmas to new years fluff

[cinnamoneve]

Hiii¡,Could I request gojo satoru marriage hcs?

ofc nonnie !! i have so many thoughts about this ( ˊᵕˋ ; )

thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy ♡

𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

⤷ let me get the pain out of the way first ♡ satoru is present in every way that isn't physical, most of the time. usually he's busy teaching, on a mission, or doting on his precious students. that doesn't mean he won't make time for you, or soak up any moment you two have together !!

⤷ he is a little (very) clingy though, and will try to insert you into any aspect of his life he can. one moment you're on your first date, and the next you're a 'teacher helper' (he made this up) and going to work with him every day.

⤷ on the bright side though,,,total 180 when he's home. wakes you up with breakfast in bed, keeps the house just spotless for you, always runs you a warm bath or shower if you've had a long day.

⤷ his love language is actually all of them but HEAVY on acts of service and physical touch. if he's not attached to you at all times he WILL die. if you don't cuddle every chance you get or cook together or shower together he WILL perish, i'm afraid :(

⤷ will use every excuse he has to call you 'my wife' or 'my husband,' loves the official-ness of it all!

⤷ supports you in ways you didn't even know were possible !! living together and being married just brings you even closer. he's memorized your routines, the little habits you have, the way you like your tea made, the things you grab on a late-night snack run...he keeps a mental note of everything so he can surprise you !!

⤷ spoils you. makes sure your flower vase is never empty. goes out of his way to get you things and then tries to play it off like "saw this and it reminded me of you!" mf drove an hour out of the way to pick it up !?

⤷ thoughtful !!!! keeps all your needs attended to. if you've had a busy day, dinner is waiting for you at home with a warm blanket and your husband's embrace,

⤷ has the most fun doing mundane things together. grocery shopping? he's already got his shoes on. need to run out for a few things at target? the car is already started. craving a late night snack? he is buckled in and ready to go.

⤷ in sickness and in health, he treats you like a newborn baby when you're feeling down in any way. acting like you're a victorian child on your deathbed, patting you with a cool towel and supporting your chin as you drink water. running out to get you anything you need on a whim if you even so much as hint at it.

⤷ his dramatic ass is the same though LMAO so he's probably just projecting 🙏 but you give him that same energy back and it makes him just melt.

⤷ cries seeing you walking down the aisle on your wedding day. vvv emotional but plays it off like he isn't.

⤷ marrying him means adopting all his students and being as involved in their lives as a parent would !! and it just makes him adore you even more.

⤷ can't help but to crave what's next for the both of you. is it kids? is it adopting an animal together? god, he can't wait to find out. he daydreams about it all the time.

⤷ keeps it romantic by having a mandatory date together every week. always sets aside 'you time' so he can continuously make you a priority. constantly apologizes for the time he's away, the danger he puts himself in, and everything in between. he isn't sure how you put up with him but thanks you for it every day.

⤷ all in all, he's a gem. what he lacks in quality time with his busy schedule, he makes up for in every other aspect. doting on you IS his full time job, and he is employee of the month. of the year. of the lifetime!! he loves love and he loves to love you for the rest of his days<3

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[corndoggod]

Vic’s Birthday, Part 1: Alligator’s Lounge

“Last minute pivot! We’re meeting at Alligator Lounge instead,” Vic texted the birthday group chat.

I looked at Celina, why the hell would she choose Alligator Lounge? That’s where you go when you first move here and you want to drink your dinner.

Celina shrugged and walked off to get another plateful of cheese cubes, crackers and fruit. We were in New Jersey for a baby shower and I was four beers deep. I was no longer interested in talking, but I was interested in partying when someone fork-tinked their glass calling to attention a crowd of dressed-up parents and casual peers. The toast was unremarkable, but the bird-shaped sugar cookies with watercolored feathers were magnificent.

I didn’t know anyone aside from Celina and the parents-to-be, and even they I barely knew. But I felt a fast-tracked closeness with them that I privately enjoyed, though I’m unsure if it was shared. The only small talk I could make was housing-related since we’d gone through the meat thresher of apartment hunting for the last six months and emerged tattered, exhausted and demoralized. We wanted more payoff for our struggles than a garden unit sublease with a rat racetrack in the backyard.

I had spent Friday night scrambling for last-minute gifts and learned Whole Foods is not actually that expensive. It was cheaper than the fancy deli, and better quality too, though not always organic. The inflation markups have gone unchecked in bodegas and they’ll never come back down.

But anyway, I wandered to the soaps and vitamins aisle and facetimed Celina to advise me on what to get. I spent a good hour nosing around for a body brush, bath bombs, moisturizer, face oil, fern and moss candles and more.

Then I biked to Greenlight to get On Immunity by Eula Biss and Lost Words by Robert MacFarlane, a gorgeously illustrated book for toddlers.

The parents of the father-to-be handed out cards for us to pencil in our best guesses as to the baby’s stats including time and date of birth, weight, name and qualities from each parent. I guessed Marsh Mallow for the name and put down Nicky’s birthday and gave a punishing 4:35am birth time.

That concluded the party. We all got in line for the bathroom and bid farewell and the sky clouded over and began to weep. We loaded up on gas and ventured back toward the Lincoln Tunnel where we sat in traffic for an hour.

We met the VIP crowd at a Dominican restaurant and I ordered a chicken sandwich with crust so hard it cut my mouth like a machete. Bloodied and full, I finally took my bump, which put me in higher spirits.

We packed into the car and drove back in time. The whole backroom was reserved. We had one set of tables and were the first to arrive of the three parties. Within ten minutes, we had exhausted all the amenities -- Duck Hunt, ski ball, a broken photobooth -- and karaoke, my arch nemesis and greatest fear and the reason we were there, was still two hours away. The drinks were strong and I wanted to pace myself, but I was bored and uptight.

Francesco rolled up with a friend he met at his architecture firm who also happened to be Italian. Like me, he worked on the business side dealing with contract negotiations and logistics when he’d prefer to be at the drawing table penciling designs like Francesco. I understood deeply and shared my own inferiority complex.

It was nice to meet someone who shared my unique predicament. There’s a low but constant ache being that close to what you want to do. Many of my friends had made it in some way. In attendance that very night was a video journalist, an Oscar-nominated film editor, a painter, an architect, a musician -- all with varying degrees of success and security, but all appeared to have solid footing.

And my friends were really talented at singing as well. Emma’s opener devastated us. The room was already full but her voice lured in stragglers from the bar and by the end it was packed, running five bodies deep.

“This is a better crowd than SKORTS shows,” she beamed. A couple of jabronis took the mic and butchered a Sheryl Crow song, but the crowd was massively supportive, headbanging and singing along.

Cale arrived wet and not smelling of puke. He sang an all-time classic, Sunday Morning by Maroon 5 from the album Songs of Jane, which I actually love. And Cale was tickled by the fact that it was actually raining and it was technically Sunday morning, a fact that tickled Cale. That, and it was his birthday now. The handoff was complete.

[amberlyn-34]

Forever! chapter 2

Landon startles awake, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. 'What the hell was that he wonders.' He has never had dreams like that before. Truthfully, he rarely dreams and when he does, it's always familiar, relatable to his life. Niall or Sam are in them. Sometimes the bar or some other place in town. This was different, and he still can't seem to shake it while he showers or heads down to open the bar.

He's happy that he's the first one there, maybe working will help take his mind off it. He turns the grill on so it has time to heat up, and makes a pot of coffee. By the time Niall gets there Landon has calmed down and has decided that the dream was nothing, just a dream, and has convinced himself to put it out of his mind. Jamie the daytime cook comes in right behind Niall and thanks Landon for starting up the grill, he then begins to cook some brunch for both Niall and Landon. Landon finishes his coffee and pours a cup for Niall.

 "I'm gonna need a nap before my actual shift tonight," Landon says exhausted

"Didn't sleep well?" Niall questions. Landon contemplates sharing the dream with Niall but decides against it. After all, it was just a dream it doesn't have to mean anything.

"No, I slept fine, just tired I guess," Landon lies.

  The rest of the day goes by smoothly, Landon does get his nap after he visits Sam at work and takes her lunch. When he wakes up he feels much better. That evening the bar is packed, which isn't unusual for a Saturday night. He is super busy all the way till closing. Robbin and Kimmy were working with him again and he tag teamed with Kimmy to clean the dining area, then helped Robbin finish up. He was exhausted when he laid down, even after his nap he was still tired. He just prayed he would sleep well and that his sleep would be dreamless. Thankfully it was and he woke up feeling super refreshed and ready for whatever. It was Sunday which meant everything in Havenston including Nialls was closed. He and Sam attended church with her family, at The First United Methodist Church of Havenston. Sam and her family have always attended this church, even though there are several more to choose from, eight others to be exact, why a small town like Haventston needed that many buildings to preach the same message Landon will never understand. Church wasn't really Landon's thing but it was important to Sam and Sam was important to him so he went every week without complaint. After church, they had dinner at her family's farm and spent the afternoon and evening relaxing and enjoying being with family. Landon loved Sam's family as his own, even called her parents mom and dad, and considered her four brothers his. He liked having a family. That night after sharing a shower, they climbed into bed. Sam cuddled close and kissed his chin.

 "I love you, Landon." She whispered into the dark room.

"I love you too baby," he said kissing her on the forehead. "It was a great day, I love your family."

"I know, and they're your family too. Also, they love you just as much." They share a lazy kiss and whisper some good nights and I love you's.

 It doesn't take long before he can hear her breathing even out. He lays there awake for a while. The dream from the other night is still heavy on his mind. He isn't sure how long he lays there but eventually; he falls asleep. That night he tosses and turns, he sees the same dream he did a couple of nights ago, the same sweet girl he called Piper and the same house with his mom standing out front. He again wakes with a start. He lays there for a long time unable to shake the dream, a part of him wants to go back to sleep in hopes to see more but the other side is terrified of what he may learn. He lays there until his phone starts ringing, checking the caller ID he sees it's Niall, he realizes he is probably late and Niall is probably worried. He has never been late and has never called in sick in nearly eight years but today he just might. He ignores the call and gets up to use the bathroom. He has an awful headache. When he is finished he grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and downs half of it, then takes a couple of Tylenol with the rest. He climbs back in bed while giving Niall a call.

 "Hey Bro? Where ya at? Niall says when he answers instead of hello

"Hey, I'm at home, I think I may be sick," Landon grumbles into the phone.

"So I'm guessing your calling to tell me you're not coming in."

"I'm sorry Niall, It's just"

Niall interrupts. "It's ok, Landy. I know I was just worried you are never late."

"I know."

"Do you need anything?" Niall asked

"No I should be okay, Sam will be home in a few hours."

"Are sure I could bring you up some soup"

"No, but Thank you," Landon answers.

"Alright man, If you change your mind you know where to find me."

"Thanks, Niall, and I'm sorry."

"Don't be, just get better," Niall says they then exchange goodbye, and Landon hangs up.

 Soon after he feels his headache subside and he begins to relax so he allows himself to fall asleep maybe rest is all he needs.

 ("Piper", he yells "please wait for me" but it's too late the young girl has already jumped out of the car and is halfway up the drive clearly excited. "Hey, mom" He hears himself saying on autopilot as he gets out of the car. He too makes his way up the driveway. "Hey Lou-Bear" his mom calls. "Mom, stop calling me that I'm 27." She laughs as he leans in to kiss her cheek. They walk into the house, it is smaller than it looks on the outside. There's a set of stairs right as you walk through the door and to the right, it opens up into the living room. There's a door also straight ahead, kind of under the stairs that he knows leads to a kitchen and small hallway that has a half bath and laundry room. He also knows if he was to go upstairs, he would find 4 bedrooms and two full baths. One room was always his till his sister took it over when he left for college. The other rooms were his mom's and his other 3 sisters. "Hey thanks for keeping her this weekend, she's been so excited and with the baby, trust me this helps her and us." He says to his mom. At that moment, there's a noise on the stairs and two little girls come running down the stairs. "Piper!" one yells "Yay! You’re here. Finally!" the other says. Daisy and Phoebe are identical twins they both have big blue eyes and long brown hair and are full of energy and excitement. Now the three little girls take off up the stairs together, talking loudly about their plans and giggling.)

 This time when Landon wakes, he has tears streaming down his face. He knows these are not dreams but memories. He has a daughter and a baby somewhere, he has a mom and 4 sisters but who is he? He can not remember his name or his mom's. He has no clue where they are or if they're still alive, but he knows they existed. He is sad because while he has no clue who they are, he misses them and it hurts. He stays in bed, crying off and on until he hears the door. Sam is home, so he quickly makes his way into the shower to freshen up, he really just doesn't want her to know that he has cried. She comes into the bathroom as soon as he is in the shower.

 "Hey, babe. I stopped at the bar, Niall says your sick?" Landon can hear the concern in her voice.

"Yeah, I'm not feeling right. I'm tired and I've had a headache all day. I'm hoping this shower will help. Maybe," he says feigning hope.

"Have you eaten," she asked lovingly.

"No, I've mostly been sleeping."

"I'm gonna fix us some dinner, ok."

"Thanks," he whispers as she leaves closing the door behind her.

 Landon stands in the water, feeling his body relax, he's still thinking about his possible family, and what these memories mean. He feels the tears start up again, he has to pull himself together. He has to be strong, he's not ready to talk about it yet. So he has to pretend the dreams or memories aren't happening. He has to act normal, thankful they all think he is sick today so he doesn't have to pretend that hard. He finishes up and vows to put it away within his mind till later. He leaves the bathroom just in time for Sam to come in with a bowl of soup and some french bread. He tells her he'd like to eat at the table because he has been in bed all day. The soup is wonderful,  it's warm and soothing him with each bite. It is her famous Chicken noddle, his favorite. It's made with fresh veggies and real chicken chunks. It's so good and exactly what he needed today. Somehow she always knows just what he needs.

 "This is delicious, Samantha." Landon praises.

"Thank you, Are you okay? Your eyes are puffy and your skin is all blotchy. Do you think you have a fever? Should I call Dr. Wanda?"

"No. I'm fine just I've slept a lot today. If I'm not better tomorrow I'll go see her." He says taking another slurp of the soup. "This is really amazing, it's everything I needed today baby. It's helping already."

 They have a nice dinner, Sam tells him all about her day at the store, and how grumpy Mr.Peters came in to buy a birthday gift for his wife, and then complained the whole time. He didn't like that he had to spend more than a dime for "these fancy soaps, in his day soap, was soap and it didn't cost no more than a nickel a bar." He kept repeating over and over again. He did end up choosing a nice bath set, which contained a shampoo, body wash, bubble bath, some bath salts, and a purple sea sponge, she gave him a deal just to make him happy. She promised him that Mrs. Peters would love the gift and if not they could come to trade it for something else. So he left happy with his purchase. After dinner, Niall called to see how he was feeling and then he and Sam curled up on the couch under a blanket to watch some TV. Landon just wanted to lay down but he was afraid that laying down would bring the memories back and he didn't want to cry, not now. They watched TV till after midnight then climbed into bed together, Sam was super tired and had to be in early to do some inventory tomorrow so she fell asleep quickly. Landon allowed the memories to come to the surface then, he was proud he didn't cry but he tried to make sense of what it all meant. He eventually fell asleep, but not soundly he was flooded with dreams of his beautiful little girl named Piper.

 When the alarm went off around 10 am, he decided to get up. He was exhausted but laying in bed wasn't helping. He got dressed and went downstairs to the bar to begin opening. First, he started the coffee pot, then heated the grill, and finally walked into the dining room pulling all the chairs down off the tables. At 11 am sharp he unlocked the door and he also heard singing in the kitchen, which meant Jamie was there. He went back to the bar, to finish his coffee. Ten minutes later, Niall walks in followed by their first customers of the day.

 "Good Morning Landy. Are we feeling better?" he says leaning over the bar and feeling Landon's head for fever. Landon swats his hands away and walks over to the customers at one of the tables to get their orders. He turns it into Jamie so he can begin to prepare their meal. Finally, he answers Niall.

"Yes, I am," He says "I think I'm just exhausted, but I can't stay in bed again today."

"Are you contagious, you think?" Niall ask

"No, I don't think I am, I feel fine, I think I'm just dealing with some things, but thanks for yesterday."

"What's up," Niall asked concerned "Wanna talk about it? Is it Sam?"

"No," Landon says grabbing the food Jamie just put up in the window and delivering it to Mr. Higgins and his son. "Enjoy," he says with a smile and makes his way back over to Niall.

"I don't know Niall, maybe I should talk about it but not now. I'm not ready but know that everything is ok with Sam and me and I'm sure I'm all healthy, no worries, ok."

"Alright, just know I'm always here."

"I know, thanks. You're the best, now go take their order." Landon says pointing to the two young women who just walk through the door. Successfully ending the conversation he doesn't want to have now.

 Landon works until Mike, the part-time bartender comes in to relieve him around 2 pm. Landon will be back later after the dinner rush. Until then he heads to the library. He loves to read and often falls asleep reading in their oversize chairs.  The library isn't very big at all, the outside is made of brick and the door is made of wood and beautiful stained glass, that dates back to the late 1800s. The inside is kind of run-down, when you walk in you're greeted by Mrs. Fern Jenkins, the librarian who has managed the library for over 40 years. To the left of her desk is the adult books, both fiction and non-fiction. In the back, there is plenty of semi-secluded areas to read and study. Some desk and one long table if you need to spread out a little. On the right is the children's section, it is very friendly and colorful. It's filled with bean bag chairs and stuffed animals you can read to. They have all sorts of story times and fun activities that happen in the mornings. Today is quiet, today Landon is on a mission, he wants to find information about his dreams or memories. He attempts to start with some medical journals however, this small library doesn't have any.  Then he looks up a few books on amnesia, and one on acute memory loss, he read an autobiography about a young girl, who lost her memory after a tragic car accident. The young girl named Mary lost her memory for two years, however, one day she fell off the swings in her backyard and suddenly remembered everything from before the accident but nothing in the two years since. It was like her brain just paused. She never did regain those memories. Landon really hopes that doesn't happen, if he ever regains his old memories he doesn't want to lose the ones he is making now, with Sam and Niall and this town. So the library all in all turns out to be a bust. He didn't find any new information or anything that related to his situation. He left feeling defeated, wondering if he should maybe make an appointment with Dr. Wanda maybe she could shed some light but he wasn't ready to talk yet. Instead, he walked down to Sam's to surprise her. The bell above the door chimed when he walked in.

 "Be right out." He heard Sam yell from somewhere in the back. He looked around, he doesn't come in here as often as he should. It smells amazing, sweet, and flowery so many different fragrances mixed together to make something close to heaven. He is smelling a bottle of yellow lotion called  'Bottled Sunset' when Samantha May comes from the back room.

 "Hey, you." She says coming over to give him a hug and a small peck on the lips. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought I'd come and take my beautiful girlfriend to dinner. Whatcha think?"

"Sounds wonderful, give me a few minutes to finish closing up, and then we can go.

 She heads to the back room, while he looks around a bit more, and smells a little of this and that. She finishes about 20 min later and locks up and they walk hand in hand down Main Street to Kimballs, the only real sit-down type restaurant they have in Havenston. They are seated immediately and both order iced tea. Kimball's is a lovely place, cloth table clothes, candles, and flowers adorn every table. There's soft music playing in the background and the lights are dimmed to give a romantic feel to the room. Landon doesn't eat here often, he prefers the casualness of Niall's or even McDonald's but sometimes it's just nice to get out and take Sam someplace romantic. They spend a few moments looking at their menu before, their waiter Lucas Kimball, a lanky 16-year-old who likes to play soccer in the park comes to retrieve their order. Sam orders a salad, mentioning her mom stop by and brought her a huge lunch this afternoon. Landon orders the Salisbury steak with mashed potatoes and gravy because he is starving and it's also what he always orders when they eat here. Lucas leaves them promptly promising to return soon to check in on them.

 "So how was your day?" Sam asked

"Good, Spent most of it at the library. How was yours?

"Mom came in, she wanted to talk to me about a trip they want to take for their 45th wedding anniversary."

"Yeah, what are mom and dad thinking, Vegas? A cruise would be nice."

"Actually, they're thinking they want all of us to come to celebrate with them."

"Really? The kids and all.?" Sam has 4 older brothers, Nick, Timmy, Steven, and James. They are all married and three of them have children, seven in total. So Landon knows how crazy things can get when they are all together, so a trip or cruise seems a bit much.

"Yeah, well you know their anniversary is in February and the kids will be in school then so they are thinking we can all go celebrate for New Years."

"NewYears'?"

"Yes, they are thinking maybe we can leave a few days after Christmas and travel to California, where the weather will be nice and we can go to Disneyland."

"Wow, That could be fun."

"That would be the idea." Sam, says as Lucus returns with their meals and refills for their teas. They eat in silence for a while enjoying their dinner. Then Sam continues to give Landon some of the details of what her mom and dad are thinking. Like renting a large house and visiting, L.A and seeing it all while their there for a week. Landon is mostly listening and thinks it all sounds amazing, but it's hard to think about it while it's still so many months away. Plus Landon can't help but think of his dreams and what they might mean for his future. When they are through with their meals and have paid Landon and Sam walk back to their apartment. It's only 6:30 and Landon doesn't have to be at Niall's until 9 so he lays down for a while.

 Niall's is dead tonight. Landon and Camie a young beautiful girl with golden blonde curls and bright green eyes have been playing hangman on napkins for hours. Robbin the cook went home 2 hours ago. They have had no customers since and Landon is exhausted he is ready to go. It's currently 1 am, technically they don't close till 3 am but he and Camie decide to clean up early. Robbin took care of the kitchen and grill before he left, so all that needs to be done is wiping down the bar, tables, and floors. It takes them 20 min to finish up and Landon sends Camie home early. He then sits and puts his head on the bar, he could probably close, he knows Niall wouldn't care but he feels guilty closing early.  So he just sits there instead.

 (He must have fallen asleep because suddenly he is not at Niall's. He is sitting in a living room that he doesn't recognize but feels very comfortable in. He can hear a man singing in the other room maybe in the shower and realizes he has a baby in his lap. The tv is on, Mickey Mouse is on the screen singing and the baby is bopping up and down on his lap to the song. Looking around he realizes he is not in a living room, as much as maybe a hotel room, like a suite. There are two doors, one he guesses leads outside the room, the other to a separate bedroom. A small kitchenette and a glass door is leading out unto a balcony. He gets up, leaving the baby sitting on the floor. He looks out the glass door trying to figure out where he is, someplace bright, sunny, and warm looking. He notices, families all sitting down by the pool below his balcony. The pool is shaped like Mickey's ears. Is he at Disney? He turns, checking on the baby girl, who is still mesmerized by the television. He creeps over to the bedroom door, trying to be quiet, not sure what he'll find when he opens the door. He peeks in but he sees no one, a large unmade bed sits in the middle of the room and a travel crib is against the wall. There's a suitcase open on the bed and the shower is running behind the bathroom door. The singing has stopped though. He tiptoes over to the open suitcase, attempting to figure out who it belongs to. The initials L.T  are on the luggage tag, and the bag is filled with men's clothing, but nothing more. The shower shuts off and Landon quickly begins to make it back out the door, but he stubs his toe on the door frame and shouts out loudly from the pain before he can stop himself. From the bathroom, a man's voice "Lou? Is that you?" Landon turns to look back at the bathroom door that is swung open quickly)

 The next thing he's aware of he has landed on the floor, looking around slightly disoriented, he sees he's still at Niall's. He has fallen off the stool while dreaming. He stands, rubs his eyes, and checks his watch its 3:20 am. He walks over and locks the door. They are officially closed. He turns off all the lights as he makes his way out the back door and up the stairs to his apartment. It isn't until he lays down that he lets himself process, the dream he just had. Some of it is foggy, but he remembers the baby girl, the luggage tag with the initials L.T and the male voice calling out from the bathroom, but what does it mean? Is he Lou? Is that his name? Who is the man in the bathroom? He lays there, for what might be hours or maybe just minutes, he's not sure. He does fall back to sleep though but wakes even more tired than he was when he fell asleep. Sam has already left for work but he feels like it's still early. He checks his phone it's only 9 am, and he tries to go back to sleep but his thoughts keep him from settling again. He wishes he can make better sense of what is happening here. He is tired and confused. He knows these are memories, he just knows it. He is scared about what they mean. He is afraid that getting his memory back will change everything. He use to want it, he use to want to remember so much and now he's not so sure. What if the male voice he heard was who hurt him, what if he was the one who left him for dead, what if Landon was running from him? What if he wasn't, what if this man is his soul mate, he has never felt uneasy or scared in any of his dreams he always feels happy and comfortable there. Landon is just really fucked up right now. He decides to get up and shower, and since he is early he walks across the street to the bakery before going into Niall's. He orders breakfast and eats there, his mind still whirling over it all.

 When he's finished he heads back to Nialls, again pushing aside everything within himself to appear normal. He opens like usual, this day no different from any other. He hangs out till right before lunch and then heads to the Library. He is greeted by Mrs. Jenkins before he makes his way back to his favorite chair. He could just borrow the books he reads and takes them home, but he much prefers the solitude of the library to the solitude of his own home. He falls asleep like he often does, he doesn't wake until the sun has begun to set. He is surprised when Mrs. Jenkins shakes him awake, she tells him that it's almost closing, which means Landon has been here 5 hours. He gets up apologizing for falling asleep. "No Worries, Love" Mrs. Jenkins responds. He leaves the library, thinking how that was the best sleep he had gotten all week. For the first time in days, he hasn't dreamt. He feels rested as he heads to Nialls, feeling better than he was and ready for his shift. Nialls is slow again tonight but at least Niall is there with him so the shift goes by quicker. They spend the night goofing off and telling jokes. Actually, Landon has forgotten how good it feels to laugh. It's a good night, they finish their close-up procedures by 3:15 and Robbin heads home leaving Landon and Niall to have their late-night drink. Landon makes them both rum and coke and sits next to Niall at the bar.

 "So, you went out with Jessica last night? How was it?" Landon prodded

"Yeah, it was nice"

"Just nice?" Landon asked elbowing Niall, come on I want details.

"Okay, well it was really nice," Niall smirked, then after a moment. "No, seriously it was nice. We went to dinner at Kimball's and then the theatre was showing 'The breakfast club', which Jess said she had never seen, so we watched it. Then we took a walk, I walked her home, and we shared a goodnight kiss. It was nice."

"You mean it was boring."

"No, I mean it was nice. We are gonna go out again this weekend. I'm gonna take her into the city, thought we could go dancing if she wants to. I mean there's not much to do here, dinner at Kimball's a walk in the park. I'll figure it out. I really like her."

"Hmmm" is Landon's response

"What!" Niall says

"It's just, I don't know. You don't seem as excited as you have with other girls. I don't know."

"Well, Maybe I'm growing up."

"Maybe."

 They finish their drinks and Niall washes them up and they walk out together. Niall heads to his car and Landon up the stairs. Landon washes up and climbs in bed, Sam rolls over and cuddles against him, he places a soft kiss on her forehead and settles into sleep. He dreams again, of soft baby curls and little girls named Piper, of a certain faceless male voice, of his mom and sisters.

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