#and I would do it myself if I could stand to be downstairs for longer than five minutes without getting sensory overload

[themattgirl]

could you please make one where Chris and reader are dating and reader feels sick and Chris just takes care of her and acts all sweet and stuff? 🫠

an: thank you for the request ily 🧡

this turned out so much longer than i intended

this isn’t my first one shot but it’s the first with one of the sturniolo triplets in it. 

obviously their characters have been altered by me a little to fit into the story but i tried to make it as realistic as possible by keeping their personality traits as they are in real life.

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pairing: chris x fem!reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings: fluff, use of ‘babe’ and ‘ma’ as pet names for reader, intentional wrong spelling in text messages to make it more realistic, mentions of nsfw themes, swearing, lots of playful teasing between characters

y/n’s dialogue  

chris’ dialogue

matt’s dialogue

nick’s dialogue

mary lou’s dialogue

“it’s just a cold, nothing serious i promise. i don’t think i can come over today though, i don’t wanna infect any of you. i’m sorry for ruining movie night,” i say to chris on facetime before breaking into a cough. i turn the camera away from me, not wanting him to see me in a disgusting state like this. if i could, i would’ve muted myself so he doesn’t have to listen to it either. plus, i know how worried he gets with any type of sickness or unwell feeling really.

so, of course it wouldn’t be chris if he didn’t immediately furrow his brows.

“babe no, don’t apologize. you didn’t choose to get sick.”

he gets up from where he was sitting on the couch and goes downstairs to his bedroom. he puts the phone down so all i can see now is his ceiling. his voice sounds a little farther away when he speaks again, “it doesn’t really sound like nothing serious, does anything hurt?”

“to be honest, my whole body has been aching since i woke up this morning. it’s not too bad, just a dull ache, i can still move and all that, even if i’d prefer to just lay here and rot away,” i laugh and hold back the cough that wants to escape right after in hopes it would make him worry a little less. vainly.

“your voice sounds stuffy and kinda hoarse, does your throat hurt?”

“i forgot you turn into a doctor every time somebody doesn’t feel great,” i roll my eyes even though he can’t see it with his phone still down and him on the other side of the room from how distant his voice sounds.

“shut up, y/n. you feel worse than ‘not great’. you’re not fooling anyone with that act.”

he reappears on the screen. now i can see what he has been doing in the time i couldn’t see him. he put on a hoodie over the tank top he had been wearing before, the hair he had put up in a little ponytail - if you could even call it that - in the front has been untied and brushed. or maybe he just ran his fingers through his hair a couple of times, that’d be more like it.

“anyways baby, imma call mom real quick. be right back,” he hangs up before i get the chance to respond.

i put the phone down next to me on the bed i’ve been in since i realized this morning how much it hurt to stand up and how i felt like i was gonna throw up every time i moved too hastily.

i took a deep breath - well, as deep as a breath can get when your nose is clogged - and closed my eyes to try and concentrate on something other than the throbbing pain in my head.

i feel so much worse than how i described it to chris and i feel bad for kind of lying to him, i do. but he has been dealing with so much of his own lately - new designs for his brand, fixing the shipping issues with some of the orders from his last drop, coming up with video ideas and prefilming those before him, nick and matt go on tour again, preparing everything for said tour - see, he really doesn’t need me to add to his things-to-worry-about-list, especially if he can’t do anything to fix it and it’ll go away on its own anyway.

i feel my phone’s vibration from somewhere in between the sheets and grab it. it's messages from nick.

hey y/n heard your not feeling so good (:/ smiley) i was really excited to see you again today but don’t you dare feel guilty for it

i know how you guilt trip yourself into thinking everything is your fault

its kind of a good thing bc now i have time to get the matching pjs we wanted

hope you feel better soon tho

matts sick too maybe you got it from him when you helped him decorate his room yesterday

I hey y/n heard your not feeling so good 😕 i was really excited to see you again today but don’t you dare feel guilty for it

word spreads faaast 😂 i’m so sad i gotta wait another week or so to see you again i only like sleepovers cuz of u but dont tell chris 🤫

I i know how you guilt trip yourself into thinking everything is your fault

seriously i hate that yk me so well 😐

I its kind of a good thing bc now i have time to get the matching pjs we wanted

at first i was like 🤨 but then i kept reading i LOVE YOUU SO MUCH OMG just so yk chris was the second option

I hope you feel better soon tho

me too now i’m excited for the pajamaaas 😫

I matts sick too maybe you got it from him when you helped him decorate his room yesterday 🤔

i’m gonna kill him like fr this time

hey where tf is chris??

talking to mom shes teaching him sth honestly don’t ask idk

ok 😂 i think im gonna take a nap talk later?

yess get some rest and lmk if you need anything ❤️

ly❤️❤️

after sending the last message i get a call from matt. i contemplate not picking up for a second but decide against it.

“what?”

“uff, what’s that attitude?”

“i’m sick because of you, shithead.”

“we don’t know that. what if you’re the one who passed it on to me, hm? besides, i was just calling to tell you to drink some water and to ask if you need anything. i was actually being nice but you clearly don’t deserve it,” his voice is just as bad as mine, if not worse which makes me feel a little bad, but matt wouldn’t be one of my best friends if i had to worry about him getting mad every time i’m not nice. that’s actually how we bonded after annoying each other every chance we got. we both have a bit of an attitude problem which caused a lot of irritation and aggravation. now we get along better than any pair of best friends. the teasing stayed in place, but now we both know there’s only endless love behind it. sometimes you just gotta let off a bit of steam and we both just get that.

“fine, i’m sorry. sickness really does turn you soft, huh?” i smirk.

“why’re you saying it like you just confirmed a theory?”

“mary lou told me once and i’ve been waiting ever since to see for myself, guess she was right.”

“you are actually the worst. i’m hanging up now. drink water, bye.”

he hangs up the phone and i laugh to myself. what a big baby.

i open chris’ chat and type in a message telling him i’m going to sleep and that i will call him once i wake up again. i don’t bother waiting for a reply and just put the phone on my nightstand. i turn on my side, close my eyes and after that i don’t notice anything anymore.

i jolt up from bed, breathing heavy, body sweaty and heart racing. my room is dark, lit up only by the moon shining through my window. i look around trying to remember where i am and shake the nightmare from my mind.

i reach for my phone and check the time.

11:43 pm

i turn on the flashlight and right when i notice a black jacket hung over the back of my desk chair i hear footsteps coming closer.

chris pushes the door open and steps in.

“oh shit, did i wake you?”

“no i had a nightmare. what are doing here?”

i sit upright in bed and turn the flashlight off when chris flips the switch to turn on the fairy lights around the edges of my ceiling.

he moves to sit on the bed next to me before he answers, “i had mom teach me how to make her get-well-quick-soup and brought you some. she also told me about the perfect remedy tea, i can make it for you,” he stands up again immediately, “i’ll heat up the soup for you first. shit ma, have you even eaten anything today?” he stands by the door, holding the handle but looking back over his shoulder at me.

“chris,” i honestly don’t know what to say to him. he is so sweet i have to fight the tears that build up on my waterline. i just look at him for a moment, a little smile ghosting on my lips.

i’m well aware of how caring, considerate and compassionate chris is as a person in general, but it still baffles me sometimes how much he goes out of his way to make others feel good. i guess i’m just not used to it, being loved like this, having someone do everything that lies in their hands - and beyond that - just for me. it’s astonishing to say the least. especially when i myself have had issues with showing how deeply i cherish somebody ever since i can remember. it’s probably rooted somewhere in my past and how my affection has been received and responded to, that’s what my therapist says anyway.

i shake myself out of my thoughts and move the blanket away from my body to finally get up. immediately chris is beside me, holding me in place, “what’re you doing, ma? stay here i’ll bring it up,” he talks quietly, trying to get me to take in my previous lying position but i stay put on the ground.

“babe, i have been in this bed almost all day. i need to get up. i’ll just come down with you, we can eat together in the kitchen,” i try to convince him.

he looks at me, an uncertain expression on his face for a few seconds, the gears in his head almost visibly turning while he thinks about it. at last he lets out a sigh and nods, “alright then, hop on my back,” he bends over in a piggy back position in front of me and i can’t help the laugh that escapes me.

“you do know i can walk, right?” i ask still chuckling.

“i know, come ooon, just do it,” he urges me on and wiggles his hips, making me laugh even harder when i climb on his back.

“you’re gonna be so sick tomorrow, chris,” i complain mournfully once he lets me down to sit on the kitchen counter while he gets to heating up the soup he brought.

chris insists he’s not prone to catch a cold or any sickness easily, no matter how contagious or how close to the source he might be, even though he has proven himself wrong multiple times on more occasions than he cares to admit.

“no i won’t. besides, i could use a few days off even if i have to be sick to get that,” he lets out a huff of air trying to make it sound humorous, but both of us - and everyone who knows chris for that matter - knows that he is exhausted and is in desperate need of a break.

i know he doesn’t want me to get serious about that topic right now though so i try to change routes, “oh my god,” he turns around from where he was stirring the soup on the stove and faces me, confused about my shocked exclamation. i point an accusatory finger at him, my jaw hanging low but a smile still creeping it’s way on my face.

“so that’s why you’re here. you came to try and get infected, that’s why you carried me down too even though you know damn well i coulda walked by myself. and i’m here thinking you were actually being the best boyfriend on earth. turns out my man is a piece of shit,” by the end i fail to stay serious and let out a giggle. well, it’s not like he actually believed that i meant what i was saying but still.

he lets go of everything he was holding, turns around to me fully and begins to stalk toward me slowly.

“oh yeah?” i don’t know if it’s just me or if he’s doing it on purpose but all of a sudden his voice sounds deeper, his face more stern and serious.

“is that what you think then? i’m just a piece of shit?” he makes me nervous at first but the second i see the smirk on his lips i know exactly what’s about to follow.

“chris. no.”

he is standing right in front of me, so close he has positioned himself in between my legs, his hands on the counter on either side of me, trapping me. the finger i was pointing at him long since taken back.

“am i a piece of shit when i make you cum with just my tongue?” his face is so close now.

“stop,” i say quieter than i mean to, almost whisper-like.

“or when i fuck you so good you can’t walk right for days, am i a piece of shit then?”

this asshole is doing it on purpose. he knows i would never have sex with him when i’m sick so he’s trying to rile me up the little fucker. have i mentioned that i actually hate him. like for real hate him. the type of hate that leads to an absolutely mindblowing fuck. shit.

“or yesterday when you told matt you needed a break and came downstairs to my room to suck me off and then you just wiped your mouth and went back up like nothing happened. did you do it because i’m a piece of shit?”

my jaw is on the floor.

“or when–”

“OKAY,” i practically scream, “you’re the best and i didn’t mean what i said, just please stop.”

i’m almost whining at this point.

i try to rub my legs together to ease some of the friction unnoticeably but chris is like a hawk, sees everything, notices everything. and then he smiles. just smiles and goes back to the soup.

later that night, after i was forced to eat almost all of the soup and drink two cups of magic tea while chris downed a cheese burger, fries and three of the last four pepsi cans i had in my fridge, we snuggled up on the couch with a heavy blanket that chris had also asked his mom for, thrown over both of our laps and a random movie playing on the tv. 

neither one of us actually felt like watching something but we threw it on as background noise anyway. chris and i have barely seen each other in almost two weeks so all we want right now is to enjoy each other's company. he has been so busy with all that’s coming up for him and his brothers, still is. and i've been studying like crazy because i always feel like i won’t pass if i don’t and when i wasn’t busy with that i’d be at work to earn my living and feel like i’m doing enough. so there wasn't really time for us to actually be together and get to enjoy it. i've missed it.

“you know you’re probably sick because you exhaust yourself all the time,” chris says when he turns to look at me.

“shh,” i shush him with my eyes closed and a smile on my lips, “i got it from matt, no discussion.”

he lets out a little laugh at that, “yes discussion. if you keep going like that, one day it’s gonna have more serious effects on your health than a cold. you don’t even need to do all that. how many times do i have to tell you your life is worth enough even if you don’t work yourself half to death and have a little fun every once in a while,” he rubs my thigh while talking. chris knows better than anyone that i don’t like being put on the spot and lectured about my not-so-healthy habits like that, especially when i know exactly that it’s in fact very unhealthy. but he also insists on having these talks with me because he knows i would shut out everyone else who’d dare to try immediately. he and his brothers are the only three people i have let come so close and they make use of that quite often, might i say. but it’s okay because these people are my best friends and i know i need to be put in check sometimes, i admit. nobody else would dare try but them so i just let them. 

i must say, it has helped me improve my life to an extent. they taught me that it’s okay to cut ties with people who are bad for my mental health and encourage bad habits, and that i don’t owe shit to them even if they want to make me believe that. they kept telling me “quality friends are worth so much more than a big amount of bad ones” until it finally clicked in my brain and i blocked half of my contact list.

“look who’s talkin’. mister i work twice as hard as the person i try to lecture,” i jab my finger in his side and he jerks.

“you know that’s different,” he holds my hands in his to stop me from doing it again.

i like feeling his hands on mine. i know he’s my boyfriend and it might be weird to say it like that. but i haven’t seen him in so long, which means i also haven’t felt him in so long. it’s crazy but it almost feels like in the beginning when we were scared to touch each other and would act like we accidentally brushed our hand on the other but we both knew it was fully on purpose.

chris pulls me out of my thoughts again when he speaks, “at least i have an end in sight and work’s gonna be way more relaxed once i’m done with everything. with you there’s always–”

the ringing of his phone cuts him off and he takes a look at the caller id, his mom. he narrows his eyes at me and gives me a look that says “we’re not done yet” but picks up the phone and holds it up so she can see the both of us on the screen.

“i was going to ask chris about you but since you’re with him please pinch him for me,” is the first thing mary lou says when she looks at us. and i gladly do as she says even though i don't know what he did to deserve it.

“oww, what was that for?” chris asks whining and i just shrug and chuckle.

“you told me you would bring y/n the soup and go back home. you lied to me.”

i turn to him with my mouth hanging open, “christopher owen, how dare you?”

it’s so fun to aggravate chris.

he furrows his brows at me and then looks back at the screen, “she literally begged me,” he straight up lies. “i was trying to tell her i didn’t wanna get sick so i could only drop off the soup and blanket and would have to leave again but then she started crying–”

i hit him for real this time, hard enough to make him suck air through his teeth.

“mary lou, don’t believe a word he says.”

“i know, darling, you wouldn’t do that. chris, that’s twice you’ve lied today.”

“sorry, mom,” he actually looks defeated now, “you know i can’t just leave her all alone when she’s like this. i lied because i didn’t wanna worry you. i won’t get sick though,” at that me and her give each other a knowing look but let him continue, “y/n’s weak and in pain, of course i’ll be by her side as much as i can, you probably knew i was here, that’s why you called me,” chris wiggles his finger at his mom with a cheeky smile while she’s trying to hide her own.

“alright, alright,” she gives in, “that’s how young love is, i guess. anyway, have you eaten the soup yet?”

“almost all of it,” i report proudly, rubbing my stomach.

“only forced,” chris side-eyes me and i roll my eyes at him.

“and the tea?” mary lou just keeps going. well, i definitely know where her son gets the caring from.

i grab the mug that’s been sitting on the table for two hours and could now be considered iced tea and hold it up for her to see, “this is my third,” i take a sip.

“very good. okay, well, i just wanted to check if chris is taking good care of you. it’s important for you to get enough rest, don’t go to sleep too late, alright darling? i have to go now but if you need something just give me a call. i’ll talk to you both in the morning. good night, i love you,” she blows two kisses as we tell her we love her and then she ends the call.

right when chris puts his phone down we hear the doorbell ring.

we both glance at the direction of the front door as if we could see through it and figure out who’s standing on the other side. then we turn and look at each other.

“expecting someone?” chris asks me and i just shake my head no and shrug unknowingly.

“open up!” the voice sounds muffled but it’s unmistakably matt.

chris rolls his eyes and sighs loudly and i just giggle.

he moves the blanket and gets up to go open the door but stops in his tracks suddenly, turns around again, bends down and kisses me.

“won’t be able to do that for a while if he’s here,” he explains before he goes.

matt and nick do complain every time we kiss in front of them, so we agreed on trying not to do it anymore. they act like little kids being forced to see their parents being all lovey-dovey with each other. at least one of them always yells “GET A ROOM!” as if they’re not invading our personal space. big babies, like i said.

“what’s up, bitches?” nick walks in wearing the pajamas we wanted to match, holding up his hands. one holding what i assume is my set of the exact same one and a pillow in his other hand.

i jump up from the couch immediately and squeal as i run toward him to hug him.

“what are you doing here?” i ask once we let go of each other, our smiles still as big as ever.

“since chris is here breathing in germs and this one,” he points his thumb over his shoulder where matt is giving chris a pajama pair, “is already sick i thought we might as well have our movie night here since i’m getting it from one of you either way.”

“i’m so happy,” i squeak, elongating the words.

“aren’t you happy to see me too?” matt acts sad and offended when he moves to stand next to nick.

i roll my eyes but give him a big hug, “i am actually.”

chris scoffs and we all laugh. he moves to stand closer to me and i wrap my arms around him, tilting my head to look at him.

“you guys can go in the kitchen, grab some snacks while me and chris put on our pajamas,” i say to nick and matt, my eyes still locked on my boyfriend.

they do as they’re told once the’ve put down their things and soon enough they’re out of sight.

“you good?” chris asks me quietly, stroking my hair gently

“yeah. i just realized our alone time is over,” i respond in a hushed tone.

he gives me a kiss on the forehead before he talks, “it’s okay, we’ll just go up to your room when they’re asleep. nothing’s keeping me away from you tonight.”

hearing it makes comfort spread in my chest in a way i didn’t know i needed right now.

“i love you so much, chris. thank you for everything,” i try to sound genuine, because i truly am.

he holds my chin between his thumb and forefinger and dips his head until his lips meet mine.

“i love you too, ma.”

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Performance Review

Lawyer!Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Natasha calls you into her office for a performance review

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, sex in a public place, oral (R receiving), thigh riding, very muscular Nat

Note: I cannot get lawyer!Nat out of my head so here she is again. You don’t need to read the other installment, but I’ll link it for fun. Enjoy!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

It’s been a few months since Natasha chose you to be her mentee. Everything has been going great. You have learned so much about law and life from Nat.

Natasha scheduled a meeting with you this morning, so when you get to work, you go to her office. It’s early. No one but you and Natasha are in the office so far.

“Knock, knock,” you say as you enter her office.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Natasha says. Her voice is velvety from morning disuse. “I missed you last night.”

You cross the threshold of her desk and kiss her lips sweetly.

“I missed you too,” you say. “But I have to hang out with my colleagues, or they might realize I’m dating my boss.”

“Mhm, but isn’t this sneaking around fun?”

Natasha pulls you in for another kiss. This one is longer and deeper. You feel weak in the knees as her strong hands hold your face. Your cheeks are being squeezed, but you don’t mind.

“Nat,” you whimper against her lips. “Is this what you scheduled a meeting for?”

“Actually,” she begins, pulling away from your lips. You miss her already. “It’s time for your performance review.”

She gestures for you to sit in the chair across from her desk. People are beginning to arrive at work, so Natasha turns on the gloss over the glass of her office. No one can see what is happening inside.

“So, there are a few categories I’m reviewing you based on,” Natasha explains.

You nod along. You can’t really focus when her breasts are spilling out of her dress, and her collarbone is there looking so kissable.

“You’re performing well in most categories,” Nat says. “But your courtroom presence could use a little work.”

“I get nervous,” you admit.

“I know, but I need you to do better.”

You swallow thickly at the criticism. Natasha’s gaze softens when she notices. She stands up from her chair and leans down to your eye level.

“What can I- um- what can I do to prove myself to you?” You ask.

“I have a case,” Natasha says. “We go to court today. Familiarize yourself with it and meet me downstairs in an hour.”

“Yes ma’am,” you say. You stand up from your chair and Natasha stands up straight again. She hands you the file.

“Hey, if you do well today, then I can think of a few ways to give you a real performance appraisal,” Natasha says, kissing your cheek lightly before she turns around and sits at her desk again.

You can’t help but smile at that. Back at your desk, you read over the case. It seems easy enough. Just a simple contract gone wrong. You meet Natasha downstairs as promised.

She puts her hand on your thigh as you ride to the courthouse. It is too high up for a friendly touch, but her driver doesn’t seem to notice.

Court goes well, and you feel more confident with Natasha by your side. You get everything your client was asking for. The courtroom begins to clear out, but Natasha remains sitting at the table.

“Are we good to go?” You ask her.

“One minute,” Nat says.

She leaves you gathering the files as she talks to the bailiff. He turns and leaves the room so only you and Natasha remain.

Natasha crosses the room to reach you. When she does, she pulls you in for a kiss. It takes you by surprise in such a place like this.

“Natasha,” you say, breathless from her kiss. “Here?”

“Here, baby. I told you that I would give you a performance appraisal,” Natasha says.

She takes your hand and leads you to the judge’s bench. Nat sits you down on the chair and lifts your dress over your hips. Her strong hands grip your thighs to pull them apart. Pulling your underwear to the side, she dives into you. She wastes no time licking at your pussy. Your juices on her tongue makes her head spin.

“Natasha, what if someone comes in?” You ask, glancing towards the door.

“I paid off the bailiff. No one will come in,” Natasha replies, her voice pulsing off your center.

At her words, you let yourself enjoy what she’s doing. Nat takes your clit into her mouth and works expertly to get you close to your high. She knows exactly how to get you off.

“Fuck Nat, I’m going to come,” you say, your head thrown back in pleasure.

Natasha hums in content against you and you let yourself go. You bite your lip trying not to scream as you come for her.

“That’s a good girl,” Natasha praises you. “You did so well, baby.”

You pull her up for a kiss. Nat straddles your lap and obliges. Her thighs are muscular under your hands as you pull her closer.

“You know one more part of your review is to discuss how you work with your boss,” Natasha says.

You kiss her neck and collarbone in response. Her breasts completely spill out of her dress now. You move the red material away from her chest to suck and lick at her nipples. Natasha loves the way you worship her body.

She pulls her dress up her waist and rubs her pussy against your bare legs. She may be the one with the muscular thighs, but she loves the way your body feels against her. So smooth and soft.

You pull moans from her as she continues to grind on your thigh. You wish you had time to see the rest of her body, but this right here is still perfect. She looks ethereal as she rides your thigh. Her arms wrap around your neck, slightly choking you but you don’t mind.

“Come for me, Natasha,” you tell her.

She moves her body over you a few more times before she comes against you. You kiss her as she works through and down from her high.

“Fuck,” she mumbles. Natasha leans against you fully now. Her head is resting in the crook your neck. She’s got such a tough presence, but you love seeing her like this.

“So, does this mean I got a five-star review?” You ask.

Natasha chuckles and places a kiss to your neck.

“Yes, baby. Five out of five,” she says.

“Yay,” you say.

“You’re too cute,” Natasha says. She shifts in your arms and stands up. “We better get back to the office.”

“Right,” you say. You have a job to do.

The ride back to the office is quiet. She holds your hand in the back seat. When you arrive, the driver steps out, but Nat doesn’t signal for her door to be open yet.

She turns to you and kisses you with purpose. You let her kiss down your neck again. Her hands travel under your clothes again. Things are getting heated when there’s a knock on the car window. Natasha pulls away from you and opens her door.

“Well, well, well,” Wanda says, taking in the sight of the two of you both out of breath and clothes disheveled.

“Not a word, Maximoff,” Natasha says sternly. She steps out of the car and walks by her partner, leaving you speechless in the car.

“My office in ten minutes,” Wanda orders. It is not her usual friendly tone.

You have no idea what will happen next. Still, you can’t help but be happy about the events of the morning.

Who knew a performance review could cause so much trouble?

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[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Welcome To The World, Alex (Request)

Thank you for the request! This fic tells the story of Alex’s birth!

Words: 2,538

Warnings: mentions of angst and anxiety related to birth

You waddled into the nursery, checking in on Travis who was putting the finishing touches on Alex’s crib. You had given him a honey-do list now that you could no longer stand for more than five minutes without back pain, and he took on the domestic role so well. “You’re just cruel.” You narrowed your eyes at your husband, who was standing shirtless, wearing nothing but basketball shorts that sat low on his hips. He chuckled, pulling you into his body, careful of your large bump. He lifted your chin to place a tender kiss on your lips. “I’m ready to go whenever you are, baby.” You gestured at your bump, and incredulous look on her face. “How, Travis?” He placed his hands on your bump, rubbing gently. “I can get creative. I’m thinking we just need a new angle.” He held his hands out, sizing you up. “Very funny, not gonna happen. I’m so uncomfortable, you’re just going to have to wait the eight weeks for that.” You stepped back to admire the shelves that Travis had hung up above the changing table. “They’re crooked, baby.” “You’re lying.” Travis stood next to you, tilting his head to the side.

You winced when you felt a cramp around your pelvis, your back tightening as your knees almost buckled beneath you. Travis grabbed you before you fell to the ground, guiding you to the rocker in the corner. “Are you alright?” He bent down in front of you, rubbing circles on your thighs. You closed your eyes, trying to hold back tears, leaning your head back on the cushion. “I think so.” Your breath hitched when you responded. “Just breathe, baby.” You attempted to take a few deep breaths, but you were overcome with emotion, tears rolling down your face. Travis helped you stand up and usher you to the bedroom, making sure you were tucked in and comfortable before he sat down by your feet. “Talk to me, baby.” You looked up at him, his face riddled with worry. “I’m just scared. The closer we get to my due date, and the more you’re away, I’m just afraid you won’t be here when I need to go to the hospital.” Travis’ phone pinged in his pocket. He stood up, pulling out his phone to read the incoming text message. “What is it?” you sniffled, wiping your nose. “We’ve got a 5am call time for our flight to New Jersey tomorrow.” You felt tears coming on again at the thought of Travis being a plane ride away to get back to you if you needed him, but you held it in. Regardless of the brave face you thought you were putting on your for your husband, he saw right through you. “I’m gonna tell the team I’m not going.” Travis began dialing his coach’s number as you struggled to get up from the bed. “No, Travis. I’ll never forgive myself if you miss this game and then nothing happens.” “I don’t care about the fuckin’ game, Y/N.” You grabbed his hand, “Okay, then do it for me. I want you to go.” You were lying through your teeth, and just hoped the baby could stay snuggled in until Travis got back.

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You woke up to the sound of Travis rifling through the kitchen. You checked your phone to see it was only 4:00AM. Resolving that you weren’t going to go back to sleep because of your increasing belly and back pain, you headed downstairs. He was pulling some drinks from the fridge when you rounded the corner. “Hey, good morning.” You rolled your shoulders back, giving Travis a quick peck. “Hey, sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” You looked through Travis’ duffle bag on the counter, taking on your role of “school mom” to make sure he had everything he needed. Travis would forget his head if it wasn’t attached to his body. You made a mental checklist of the things that he would need for the road, walking to the pantry to grab some snacks for him to have on the plane. “Do you need another pair of socks? I don’t see your sweatshirt in here. You’re gonna want it for the hotel room. I know you always get cold at night. Travis chuckled, watching you waddle around the kitchen, stuffing his bag with different items. “Y/N, stop, baby.” You stopped in front of him, hands on your hips. “Stop, what?” “You’re nesting me.” You rolled your eyes, taking a bite of his protein bar. “What are you talking about? I’m not nesting you.” Travis stroked your cheek, “How are you feeling? I can still tell them I’m not coming.”

“I’m fine.” You turned your head so he couldn’t see you’re the pain in your face. You had gotten about two hours of sleep, and the aching in your back had only increased as the night went on. You felt very shitty, but you were determined to push through so Travis could focus on his game. You walked up to him, leaning your head on his chest. Travis drew circles on your back, as you closed your eyes, almost falling asleep in his hold. “I’ve got to go.” You whined, not letting go. It took everything in Travis not to call the team right now.

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The game had a 5:00PM kickoff time, so you spent most of the day washing and folding baby clothes and catching up on the phone with your mom. “Do I need to jump on a plane?” You mom had been worried about you for weeks, and while you wanted her to be there for the birth, you had planned on her coming next week. “No, mom, I’m fine.” She grilled you with questions, “Has the baby dropped? Have you had your “bloody show”?” You grimaced at that term. “I don’t even think I know what that means, but I sure hope not. I’ve got to go, the game is about to start.” “Please let me know if anything changes. I’ve got a bag packed ready to go to the airport.” “Thanks mom, love you.” You weren’t able to press end call before Donna’s number flashed on the screen. “Hey Mama, how are you?” You layed down on the couch, turning on the TV to the game, Travis on the screen going through warmups before the game. “Let me guess, Travis called you?” Donna laughed before she responded. “He’s just worried about you. He called me about three times once he landed. Everything okay?” You knew you could trust Donna not to tell Travis anything and you really needed someone’s ear, so you didn’t go crazy. Tears immediately began to build in your lashes, but you wiped them away quickly. “I feel terrible, Donna. My back is hurting, and I have this pain in my lower pelvis that just won’t go away.” “Oh hon, I’m so sorry. I know this is no fun. Have you been in contact with your doctor?” You shook your head, pulling your blanket over your belly. “Yes, I’ve been in contact with him, telling him my symptoms. He said if my contractions are not closer than 10 minutes apart, there’s no reason for me to worry, but I definitely feel contractions, probably about ever 20-30 minutes.”

Donna noted down your timing so she could help you keep track. “Do you want me to come over, I’m only about a 30-minute drive away.” “I appreciate it Donna, but I think I’m okay. I’ve got some tea, and I’m gonna settle in and watch Travis play.” “Ok, I’ll check in with you in about 30 minutes.” You made it through the first half, happy that you made Travis go because he was killing it, the Chiefs up 21-0 going into halftime. Your eyes were beginning to droop, your lack of sleep starting to catch up with you.

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You awoke suddenly to a strong contraction, this one lasting longer than any previous ones, so painful you had to grip the coffee table to steady yourself. You attempted to get up, but you stopped when you felt a wet spot on your leggings. You pulled the blanket back, gasping when you saw that the couch was soaked. Your heart started racing at the shock that your water had broken. As you grabbed your phone you heard the front door unlock. Donna rushed over to you, taking in the sight of you on the couch. “Are you okay?” “Call my mom please”, was all you could think to say in the moment. “I already did, hon. When you didn’t answer my last couple of phone calls, I was worried something was wrong.” She helped you up so you could stand. “We need to go to the hospital immediately. I’m gonna get in touch with Travis.” You shook your head fervently. “Donna, please don’t. I don’t want him to worry about me right now. I need to grab my bag. With you and my mom there, I should be fine.”

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Travis had been playing well all night, but his mind was somewhere else. The entire game he had been worried about you, hoping that you were alright. He was sitting on the bench during the next defensive play when Patrick sat down next to him. He took a sip of water, looking at Travis’ worried face. “She’s gonna be fine, man. Y/N is one of the toughest people I know.” Travis rubbed his thighs, wiping the sweat off his brow with a towel. “I know, I just hate that I can’t be there for her. You should have seen her this morning, she wouldn’t stop crying.” His shoulders slumped over, the guilt of leaving you killing him. “Listen man, as soon as this game is over, you’ll be right back on the way to her. I need you to focus now so we can get this win.” “You’re right let’s go”, Travis shrugged the worry off his shoulders, putting his helmet back on. As he was jogging back onto the field, the assistant coach stopped him. “It’s your mom, she’s on the phone.”

Even though Donna knew that you would be upset with her, there was no way she wasn’t going to call Travis. She knew how important you were to him, and he would want to be there for the birth of his son. She paced around the hospital waiting room while she waited to get in touch with her youngest child. “Mom, is Y/N okay?” Travis’ voice came on over the line. “She’s fine baby, but we’re at the hospital. She went into labor.” Travis was going to hang up the phone immediately, but Donna stopped him. “I’m on the way, now.” “How Travis, you’re in another state and in the middle of a game.” “I don’t care. I said I’m on my way.” He hung up the phone and jogged over to the assistant coach. “Coach, I have to go. My wife is in labor.” The AC turned around suddenly, his headset falling off his head. “What do we need to do?” Travis started jogging back to the locker room, yelling over his shoulder. “I need a plane in about 30 minutes.” The coach just shook his head, getting on the phone to get the jet ready for him to fly back to KC.

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You hated hospitals. Your nurse could tell you were nervous, so she made conversation to try to calm your nerves. “Are you excited for your baby?” You were babbling, your mind racing as you watched her place the IV in your arm. “Yes, it’s our first baby. We’re naming him Alexander.” The nurse gave you a genuine smile, as she clamped the heart rate monitor on your index finger. “That’s a beautiful name. Is your husband coming?” You breathed through your next contraction, gritting your teeth through the pain. “No, he’s not going to make it in time. He plays football.” You laughed, “he’s actually playing a game right now.” “Do you want me to put it on for you?” The nurse turned the tv to the game, the final minutes of the fourth quarter counting down. “The Chiefs are going to walk away with a big win tonight against the Jet, even without their star player, Number 87, on the field tonight. Travis Kelce left the game in the beginning of the third quarter due to personal reasons, but KC was able to pull it off anyway.” The announcer updated viewers as the game was ending, and you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “I just got off the phone with him, he’s on the way now.” You were immediately overcome with emotion, reaching out for Donna’s hand. “Thank you”, you said in between sobs.

Once you received your epidural, you were finally able to relax, your lower half completely numb. Your doctor said you were a few hours away from pushing because you weren’t fully dilated yet, and you hoped Travis would arrive before Alex got here. You mom arrived shortly after you did, and you tried to close your eyes and get some sleep.

You stirred awake to the feeling of someone’s hand on your cheek. The florescent lights blinded you as you looked up to see Travis standing over you. “You made it”, you grumbled out, the pain medicine taking effect. “I told you I would.” He grabbed your hand as he dragged a chair up to your bed, resting his head against your belly. “Alex and I had a deal, he’s not allowed to come before I get here.” You chuckled, your belly moving up and down in sync with your laugh. “Oh really? He’s been quiet, no kicking or anything the last couple of hours. He must be resting up to meet us.” You rubbed Travis’ head, scratching the back of his neck like he loved. Due to Alex’s size, you were going to have a C-section. The doctor came in about an hour later to give you the rundown of how everything would go, prepping Travis so he knew where to stand. You both signed the necessary paperwork, and you were wheeled back to the operating room. Travis was grinning the entire time the nurses dressed him in his gown and gloves. “Excited, daddy?”, the nurse asked him as she handed him a hair net. “I can’t even explain how excited I am.”

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The entire surgery was a blur, and when you headed back to your room, you fell back asleep immediately as Travis watched over you. Alex was taken back to be monitored, so you both had a moment to just be. When you woke up, Travis was holding Alex in his arms, his son about the size of a football. “Careful, baby.” Travis looked at you with a smile before turning back to Alex, who was sound asleep. He walked around the room gingerly, bouncing Alex up and down. “Go back to sleep baby, we’re good.” You took the opportunity, knowing you weren’t going to get much more sleep for the next couple of years. “Welcome to the world little man.” Alex looked up at his dad, grunting as he fell back asleep.

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What a Suprise~ Bill Weasley

Waddling was all I could call the way I was walking.

But I couldn’t see my life being any other way.

An amazing man that loves me just the way I am.

An adopted son.

A loving family that’s there for me no matter what.

And a baby on the way.

But waddling was the least of my worries

There were worse symptoms of being almost nine months pregnant. Like constantly having to pee, having swollen ankles, barely getting any sleep at night, my mood changing at any and all moments, only eating things I crave, and my least favorite becoming nauseous at anything my nose deems disgusting.

But I had to remind myself that it would all be worth it.

To have that little bundle of joy in my arms will make it all worth it.

I had to make the days shorter by keeping me busy to make the final weeks of this pregnancy fly by. And that starts with me getting out of bed.

That was no easy task.

The amount of rolling around and grunting got the man lying next to me to stir awake. “Good morning love. Do you need any help?” Bill asked me.

I grumbled as I asked,” What does it look like hun?”

“It looks like my beautiful wife is trying to get out of bed when we both know your abs are no longer in working order,” he chuckles at me.

“Yeah yeah just help me get up so I can get ready before Teddy wakes up,” I grumble to him.

(Teddy a.k.a Edward Remus Lupin, the son of my late sister Tonks. He was put into my care after the second wizarding war when it was found that Nymph and Remus were gone. I’ve taken care of him ever since then. It's been three years.)

“Okay okay I’m coming,” he said back to me.

Bill pulls me out of our cozy bed and my feet hit the cold floor making me shiver. I stand in front of my husband giving him a kiss before I begin to walk towards the bathroom. I’m stopped before I take my second step by Bill’s hand gently holding my arm.

He carefully spins me around so as not to make me dizzy.

He then gets on his knees so he is level with your sizable bump. He then starts to talk to your bump,” Good morning little one. I just have a few rules for the day for you. One, don’t kick your mother in the ribs, Two, don’t come out early, and last but not least I love you so much, and can’t wait to see you any day now.” He ends the chat with a couple of kisses to my stomach tickling me in the process causing me to laugh. Which in return causes our baby to kick where the kisses were settled.

“Well if your done sweet talking the babe I am going to go and take a shower,” I say as I’m looking down at him.

All he does is look up at me with adoration something I’ve seen from him quite a lot these past weeks.

“What are you staring at?” I ask him.

“I am looking at the most beautiful woman in the world. Just trying to understand how I got so lucky to have someone like you,” he says in amazement.

“I’m still trying to understand what in Merlin’s name I had to do in order to have the most handsome, most loving, and definitely most daring husband to ever step foot on the world,” I respond with the same love and adoration.

He stands up again with a wide smile spread across his face.

He pulls me into a kiss.

He had to lean in order to reach my lips as there was an obstacle in his way.

“Now I’m going to shower,” I say back to him as I walk away.

“I will most likely be downstairs making breakfast when you are done,” he says back to me.

I walk into the bathroom turn on the shower and turn to look in the mirror just looking at myself hoping one day to see some of the same features in my little girl.

Yes, girl.

Bill hasn’t wanted to know so I haven’t told him, but I found out a long time ago.

Keeping the news a secret all to myself.

I walk into the shower as the hot water runs down my body washing away yesterday. I run my hands over my stomach to make sure I don’t miss a single inch of my body.

I go through my routine but still don’t want to get out of the hot water as it has raised my body temperature significantly since I’ve gotten in. The chill of the morning trying to sneak into the hot shower. Only getting out when the tips of my fingers start to wrinkle.

I dry off and put on the plush robe waiting on the back of the bathroom door. Hoping to keep the cool air at bay. Continuing to dry my hair as I wipe the condensation off the mirror in front of me.

While looking at myself I take a moment to take it all in before the day finally begins.

I brush out my hair and move to the closet to get dressed. Picking one of Bill’s sweaters and my trusted leggings. The only thing that still fits.

Just as I finished the exercise of putting my socks on I heard the little groans coming from the room down the hall.

I smile to myself as I make my way to the babbling toddler.

“Good morning Mr. Teddy,” I say to him. I’m only greeted with a barely toothy grin.

The boy in front of me has the face of his father but the eyes and hair of his mother. Finding out that he is a metamorphmagus like his mother was a shock and a relief. I was washing dishes when I heard Teddy sneeze and then heard continuous quacking. I walked into the living room to see him with a duck beak on the front of his face. Quickly calling my mother was the only thing I thought to do. She was over in a heartbeat to teach me how to change him back to his perfect self.

I chuckle at the memory as I make my way over to the blue-haired boy. He smiles at me jumping with excitement at seeing me coming to get him.

“Do you want to get dressed or have breakfast?” I ask picking him up.

He points to the small closet behind us as his answer.

“Alright let’s get you dressed,” I say.

Changing him has always been an easy task for me.

As long as he’s holding my wand. It hasn’t caused any accidents yet, but I know one day it probably will.

I put him down on the floor and told him to get breakfast. He then takes off down the hall the sound of his little feet hitting the floor echoes through the quiet house.

I smile as I follow him down the hall.

When he gets to the stairs he waits for me to catch up with him.

I tell him,” It’s okay you know how to do it.”

He then turns around and begins to slowly descend the stairs. He looks up at me every so often to make sure I’m still following. When he makes it to the bottom of the stairs he slowly stands and turns around taking off toward the kitchen. The smell of breakfast floats to my nose.

I waddle my way to the kitchen doorway in time to hear their conversation.

“Good morning my son. How did you sleep my little tyke?” he says to him.

Teddy babbles for a bit before he says,” Good dada.”

Hearing Teddy say that to him feels wrong but earned. We will tell him of his parents and just how heroic they were. When he can understand why we kept it a secret, but for now we will play the part.

“Oh really and you look so handsome and cozy in your sweater. Did you pick it out or did Mommy?” he says to the boy.

“Me,” he says proudly.

Which is true although I picked out two for him to choose from.

“Well, you definitely made a good choice. Nana Weasley will be overjoyed when she learns you’ve taken a liking to her sweaters,” Will says to Teddy as he tickles his little stomach making Teddy let out a loud giggle.

“See Nana,” Teddy says excitedly.

“We’ll see Nana next weekend okay,” Bill responds.

“Okay,” Teddy says back with a smile on his little face.

I stand in the doorway to the kitchen watching the scene playing out in front of me.

Bill is trying to make pancakes while still holding Teddy in his arms. I take this as my cue to step in and help him with making breakfast. I pour myself a cup of coffee to make my presence known to the man on the other side of the kitchen. I hear music begin to play throughout the cozy room. I turn to see the two of them begin to dance to the music around them.

I giggle at the two of them and move to take over making breakfast for my husband.

I finished making everything and brought it to the little table perfect for my little family. As I finish bringing the last of the food to the table Bill and Teddy dance their way over to me squishing me in between the two of them in slobbery kisses on each cheek.

“Oh thank you my loves,” I laugh to them as they sit down.

Teddy gets out,“ Welcome mama.” I start to put food onto a plate for Teddy so I can cut it up for him. The music still softly going in the background of our meal.

The rest of breakfast is spent talking to Bill about the current case he’s working on, and Teddy occasionally chiming in to tell us his opinions.

After breakfast, I’m at the sink washing the dishes from the morning while humming to the music in the house. Teddy is in the living room playing with his toys. And as I’m cleaning one of the last dishes I feel two arms snake around my waist or what was left of it from behind.

“You look so beautiful today,” he whispers in my ear swaying us slowly.

“Well, you take some of the credit. This is your sweater after all,” I say back to him as I sway with him.

“I can’t take any credit you’re beautiful wearing anything. Especially when wearing nothing,” he responds while biting my ear lobe ever so lightly.

“Thank you my love, but not gonna happen,” I sass at him.

“Okay if not that then could I have this dance with you, my lady?” he asks holding out his hand to me.

I nod my head yes, and take his hand. He pulls me in close to him and we begin to dance. I listen closely and begin to hear the song that’s playing. Our song. As I begin listening the song gets louder as we begin dancing our way through the main level of our home. It makes me remember our wedding. The songs, the dancing, the food, and him, my husband. One of the best days of my life as I’m sure there are more to come especially with our little one on the way.

We finally make it to the living room where Teddy begins to stand to his feet holding his arms out and asking to be held.

I instantly pick him up and we squish him in between us as we continue our dance around the toys in the living room. We begin to sing to the little boy in our arms. Causing him to giggle as he listens to us sing funnily at him.

The song begins to wind down and Bill spins and dips me one last time as the last note holds.

When I come back up I feel it.

The rush of water gushing down my leg.

I look up at Bill with shock all over my face. He’s still laughing with Teddy until he looks at me. His smile was replaced with worry as he instantly started to look me over. His eyes finally looked to the ground to see the puddle around us.

I can see the shock finally register on his face.

All I can do is smile with excitement. We knew it could happen any day and apparently, today was the day.

I took Teddy from Bill’s arms as he raced up the stairs to get our hospital bags.

I looked at Teddy with a smile on my face trying not to worry or freak out the young boy. Bill appears a couple of seconds later with two trunks in his arms.

It’s my turn to look at my husband with love and admiration. My smile is reciprocated by the ginger in front of me. I don’t know what the rest of the day has in store but I’m ready to do it with this man at my side.

I waddle over to Bill and he meets me halfway linking my arm with his we aparate to the burrow to drop off Teddy with Molly and Arthur.

When Molly sees us on the front steps she instantly knows why we're here. She’s already fussing over me before she opens the door.

She takes the excited toddler from my arms and tells us to go the instant Teddy is resting on her hip. As we turn to walk away to aparate to St.Mungos Molly grabs my arm and whispers,” Oh, and good luck my dear. Bring home my second grandbaby.”

I give her a nervous smile as I walk to Bill and we are off.

We arrive at the hospital and my first contraction hits my body.

The second one is not far behind it.

I am put in a wheelchair and bring me to a private room.

I look around at the room and take in the fact that this is where my little girl is going to be brought into the world. A day that feels weird now that it is here.

I'm put in bed and nurses start to fuss over me and my baby making sure that everything is going smoothly. As one of the nurses goes to check me a surge of pain goes through my body as another contraction hits me.

The nurse apologies as she’s done checking me telling me that I’m progressing fast and that I’m at 5 centimeters already.

5 more to go I tell myself.

5 more and I get to see my beautiful girl.

~

Time passed and it felt like an eternity.

But finally, I was ready to push.

I pushed for three hours.

I was exhausted, sad, happy, a whole bunch of emotions. I was about to give up when I heard it. Her cry.

A cry I’ve waited eight and a half months for.

I look over at my husband who’s been letting me squeeze his hand for the last three hours. I see him looking at the baby that is being laid on my chest with that same love and admiration he shows me every day.

She’s already stolen his heart and she’s barely a minute old.

“It’s a girl, my love,” I whisper to him as he puts his face next to mine to get a closer look at the babe.

“A great surprise indeed,” he says with tears all over his face.

After she was cleaned and bundled up snugly she was placed into my arms by the nurse who said,” I’ll give you guys some time to yourself.”

“Thank you,” I smiled towards the nurse.

Now we were alone with our baby.

Our second baby.

“You are the most beautiful girl in the world,” Bill says.

“Are you talking to me or her?” I quip.

“I’m talking to both of you. She looks so much like you already,” he ogles.

“Except for the full head of red hair and that nose. She definitely got those from you. We will have to wait and see what her eye color is, but my money is on blue,” I say to him.

“What are we going to name her my love?” He asks me.

“I think we’ll name her Agnes Nymphdora Weasley. What do you think about that little one?” I ask her.

All I get in return is a smile. Her first smile.

“You, Agnes, will do great and wonderful things and I know that because you will have me and your dad, and your brother at your side at all times. And you don’t even know it yet but you have six uncles and four aunts who love you. And your Nana and Papa Weasley, and your Granny Tonks. And so many more, and guess what they all love you so much. But I will say that your Dad definitely loves you the most I can see it in his eyes. You already have him wrapped around your tiny finger,” she smiles as I say that,” And of course, you know it too you little cheeky thing. You get that from your uncles Fred and George,” I continue to go on and on about your beautifully broken family until I’m fast asleep.

I woke up the next morning to hear Bill talking to someone.

I open my eyes and see Molly and Arthur.

“Where are the kids?” my groggy voice mixed with sleep and worry asks.

“We were waiting until you woke up for them to meet,” Molly says to me,” don’t worry he’s at the house with the rest of the family who are excited and ready to congratulate you.”

“I think I’ll need a day or two before that happens,” I say with a sigh.

“That is just fine my dear. We will be celebrating at the burrow whenever you’re ready to come by,” she says as she kisses me on the cheek,” in the meantime, I’ll go get the little man of the hour.” She then walks out the door with Arthur following close behind.

I then realize that Bill is holding our baby wrapped in multiple blankets. No doubt the work of Molly while I was asleep. I smile as I see him rocking her back and forth while humming our song to her.

I could feel my heart beaming with pride.

Then there is a knock on the door.

“Just a minute,” I say.

Bill and I both know exactly who is behind that door.

He walks over to me and carefully hands me baby Agnes. I get her situated in my arms, and Bill caresses my face in admiration as I do so. He takes the chair he’s been using next to the bed.

“Come in,” I say to the door not too loudly in case I might wake the sleeping baby.

The door slowly opens to reveal Teddy in the arms of Molly as she walks into the room. Arthur follows slowly behind them with Teddy’s security blanket.

“Hi buddy,” I say to him in a soft but excited voice.

All he does is wave to me as he pushes against Molly to be let down. She lets him down so he can come over on his own terms. Before he walks towards us he reaches and grabs his blanket from Arthur.

He then begins to walk around the bed to stand next to the chair Bill is sitting in.

“You want to come up,” Bill says as he reaches out his arms to Teddy.

Teddy nods his little head.

Bill puts him in his lap.

“Hi baby,” I say to him.

“Hi, Mommy,” he says back to me.

“Do you know who this is?” Bill asks him.

“Mommy,” Teddy says.

“That’s right, but who is Mommy holding,” he asks again.

He looks at me taking in everything before him. The bed with the white sheets, me with my hospital gown on, and finally I see his little eyes land on the bundle of blankets in my arms. He then stands up in Bill’s lap trying to get a better look at her.

“Baby!” he says with a lot of excitement. The smile on his face is genuine and infectious.

I became so happy that I felt tears of happiness build behind my eyes.

“Yes that’s right, baby, this is your baby sister,” I say to him.

“Hold, please,” Teddy says to me as he begins to climb out of Bill’s lap and onto the hospital bed. I instantly began moving to make room in my lap for the boy by holding the baby in one arm while he slid his way into my lap.

“Okay, hunny curl your arm to support her head, and then wrap your arm around her… there you go buddy good job,” I instruct my son.

Agnes doesn’t stir one bit as Teddy holds her.

It’s like she knows who he is already.

“What do you think Teddy?” Bill asks.

“Pretty,” he says as he begins to slowly touch her head. I take off her hat so that he can see her full head of red hair, and he begins to stroke it back and forth.

“You’re doing such a good job baby. Being so gentle with her,” I say with a smile across my face.

I look up after hearing the silent sobbing from across the room.

Molly is in tears while Arthur tries to console her.

“Would you like to know what her name is?” I ask the grandparents in front of me.

Molly nods her head slowly while wiping her nose with a handkerchief. Arthur waiting to catch his wife if need be at what’s about to happen.

“Well, we decided to name her Agnes Nymphadora Weasley,” I say proudly to them.

I see the quiet sob leave Molly’s mouth at the name of our first baby girl.

Arthur says to us,” That’s a mighty fine name for your little girl. I’m so proud of both of you. More you than him Y/n.”

“Thank you Arthur that means the world,” I say in thanks.

~ The next day is spent relearning all the steps of having a newborn. The diapers. The feedings. The sleep cycle.

We leave for home after three days in the hospital.

We open our front door to see Molly busying herself with cleaning. While Arthur is in the living room reading out loud to Teddy.

“What’s all this?” I ask as I enter the house.

“Well, we’re here to help you of course,” Molly says matter of factly.

“Thank you,” I say to her.

As I continue to enter the house I begin to hear little feet padding towards us. I then see him come around the corner running straight towards us. I drop to my knees to greet him with the biggest hug possible.

“Hi, buddy. Did you have fun with Nana and Papa?” I ask him.

He nods his head as a response wanting to be held by me. So I picked him up.

“What do you… “ I don’t even get to finish my sentence as a big yawn comes from the small boy. “You wanna take a nap buddy,” I ask him.

“With you please,” he answers.

“Of course buddy. We’ll go upstairs and take a nap together you and me,” I respond.

“And Daddy, and baby,” he pleas.

“Okay, buddy we will go and take a family nap how about that,” I say to him.

He nods his head with sleepy excitement.

“Well, you heard the man. Up you get,” I say to my husband with a tired smile.

He begins to climb the stairs with the sleeping baby girl in his arms. I turn to look at Molly but she’s already shooing me up the stairs to follow my husband. “Okay, Okay I’m going,” I say to her,” thank you again Molly for all you’ve done.”

“No need to thank me, love. I had the help when I had mine thank Merlin. So I’m repaying the favor one grandbaby at a time,” she says back to me.

I smile one last time at her before I walk up the stairs to the bedroom I shared with my husband and for a while our baby Agnes.

I walk into the room to see that Bill is almost asleep, and Agnes is down for the count. I keep Teddy at my side as I slide into the plush bed. As I go to move him I see he’s fast asleep on my shoulder. I lean back onto the headboard and slide down onto my back with Teddy on top of me. I turn my head so I can cuddle into the side of my beautiful husband.

“Thank you,” he says to me out of nowhere.

“What are you thanking me for?” I ask with confusion.

“For giving me this. The life I’ve always wanted. My beautiful children taking a nap with me and my beautiful wife. All I can say to you is Thank you for bringing this life into the world,” he says while pointing at Agnes,” And for bringing him into my life,” he says while pointing at Teddy,” And thank you for choosing me to be the one you spend the rest of the life with,” he finishes with tears in his eyes.

I lean to him and give him the most deeply loving kiss I can.

“I will always choose you, William Weasley,” I say while looking into his eyes,” I will choose you in this life and every lifetime after that. I mean it.”

“And I will choose you in every lifetime as well my love,” he says back to me.

“Now I’m taking a nap and relishing in the quiet before the storm,” I say to him as I close my eyes.

He pecks my cheek and nose one last time before he pulls me into his side to hold me while we all sleep together in the true mark before the rest of our lives.

#harry potter imagine #bill weasley x reader #bill weasley #bill weasley imagine #molly weasley #weasley family #hp fandom #hp fanfcition #hogwarts #arthur weasley #the weasleys

[whocaresstillthelouvre]

Stay Awhile & Listen

Elks Chapter 5

Chapter Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Chapter Summary: Joel's back from patrol and he has a surprise for you. Chapter Warnings: An abundance of softness, oral (m & f receiving), cum swallowing, Joel talks a lot about feelings, reader's a nervous creature and Joel's good at taking care of her. Words: 3,700 Pairing: Jackson Joel Miller x Female Reader Series Summary: Life in Jackson is quite comfortable and simple for you. You love teaching your students and running your library, you love the comforts of living here, perfectly complacent with the company of your two cats, guitar, tattered CD book, and a few friends. You like comfortable and simple, though the feelings you feel whenever you see Joel Miller are quite the opposite. Once you meet him, it seems like he needs you in his life as much as you need him. Reader Background: Reader is in her 30's and comes from Colorado. No other physical descriptors besides her having long enough hair to put up. A/N: We've made it folks! First chapter with smut.

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Masterlist Playlist *** “See The Changes” by Crosby, Stills & Nash. 

You’ve never been outside the gates of Jackson since your arrival. You’ve lived with barriers longer than without them, why would you ever sign yourself up to see what lies beyond the iron and wood confines? You’re well aware you know less about how to survive than your own students. You’re sheltered you’ve never doubted that, you’re okay with that. Joel? Not so much. 

“You’ve never wanted to leave?” Joel asks over a cup of coffee sitting next to you on his couch. 

It’s Saturday, he’s exhausted after almost a week on a patrol. You could tell as soon as he ambled into your library, tired eyed and a little more gruff voiced than usual… and yet he still invited you over for dinner. He insisted on it even, no matter how much you offered to host him. “Nonsense, you’re working all day, let me cook.” 

“Not really,” you lean back after placing your empty cup on the table, “I’ve really had no reason, and it was never asked of me. I’m sure it’s really dumb of me.”

“Not dumb, just not smar—“

“Just say dumb, Joel,” you turn towards him. 

“Never call you dumb,” a hand cradles your cheek, “I just think you should know the basics of how the world works outside here, just in case there’s a problem. I don’t like the idea of you being unprepared. Do you know how to shoot a gun?”

“I do,” you answer moving to rest your head against his chest. “They put us through a rudimentary training program here when I first got here, I know how to defend myself.”

“Rudimentary?” 

“Yeah, it means basic.”

“You’re so smart, glad there’s people like you still around.”

“Well,” angling your head up towards him, “you just spent almost a week in the wilderness protecting us and scavenging for supplies. I’m glad there’s people like you.”

“Hm. Speaking of scavenging, I have something for you. S’why I wanted you to come over here. Shut your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you, okay?”

“Is it good, Joel?”

He chuckles and kisses your forehead. “Of course it’s good, now do what I said.”

You close your eyes, placing your hands over them for extra emphasis. You hear Joel grunt as he stands, he grabs your chin, angles it up and gives you a kiss. 

You feel giddy as you hear him walk away, you try to ascertain where Joel is headed over the soft music playing, hearing his footsteps bound up the stairs. 

You’re downstairs all alone, yet you still don’t open your eyes. 

“Eyes still closed?” Joel shouts from upstairs.

“Yes!” You yell, your voice sparking with excitement. 

“Alright, coming down,” heavy footsteps thud down the steps, “don’t peek.”

“I’m not. Promise.”

You rock back and forth on the couch edge as you hear Joel take a seat on his coffee table across from you. You know you’re a nervous creature, but you haven’t felt this type of excited nervousness in years. 

“You can open ‘em,” he softly instructs. 

Your eyes open, first focusing on Joel, a half grin on his face, your eyes move down to see he has something sitting on his lap.

“How in the world? Joel! How did you find this?” your voice peaking with elation as you grab the small gray box away from his lap.

“Traded my brother for it. He ’n Maria need a crib, so I just signed myself up to furnish their kid’s room.” 

“You didn’t have to do that, plus I don’t want to take their stereo. I can’t do that to them,” you reluctantly lift the stereo towards him.

“They still have a record player and besides, they were happy to help you out when I mentioned it to Tommy,” Joel pushes the stereo back in your lap. “It’s small, but it’ll work until we can get you something better.” 

You push down on the CD door and watch it pop open, you’re amazed the hinges still work, you had something like this in middle school. It was blue, you covered it in butterfly and smiley face stickers. 

“Joel, this is… wow,” tears well in your eyes at his thoughtfulness. “I’ve never had someone do anything like you’ve done for me. You just fixed my guitar last week, and now this?” You hastily wipe a rogue tear that escapes away, “I can’t thank you enough, this is so sweet.”

“No need for tears, it was nothing,” he wipes a tear from your cheek, “really sweetheart, I wanted to do this for you.” 

He grabs the stereo from your lap, placing it next to him on the table. “I still feel like I owe you so much for what you did in there,” his head turns towards his studio. “For years I never believed beauty could exist in this world, people like you never survived,” his eyes meet yours as he turns back, “’n I walk into my home one day ’n you’re with Ellie, I finally meet the teacher she won’t stop talking about. You were so beautiful, ’n you left, leaving your CD. I listened to it, selfishly, because I wanted to know more about you.”

His voice is so soft, his words wrapping you in a feeling you’ve never felt before. 

“All the songs on there I’d never heard, pretty new things you left that I got to hear. Then, you fall ’n I bring you in here, you tell me you painted that elk picture, all I could think about that night was how beautiful you were, just like your painting. I see everything you do in that school room, how pretty it is, how nice you made it for your kids, how you painted the flowers everywhere. After years and years of the life I lived, I needed you to do something like that for me, for my life. Every time I’m around you, I just can’t wait until I see you again.” His eyes don’t leave yours as he brings his hands up to hold your cheeks, the pads of his thumbs rubbing against your chin. “I keep on thinking about that enigma word you called me, and you’re the enigma for me. You still want to make the world—this world better… and you do. I can’t believe you exist, so caring, so soft, so smart, ’n so beautiful. I like when you’re near me, I like how you make me feel new after all this time.” 

Your heart blooms inside your chest, he’s always a man of few words, but the way he confesses his feelings, the way his voice deepens as he tells he you how feels, it makes you want him even more.

His name leaves your mouth as a breath, “I like you near me.” You can’t think of anything else to say.

“That’s good, sweetheart,” he leans forward and kisses you, your hands moving to grab his arms. He’s so big and strong, yet his skin is always so soft and cushioned against your touch. 

His tongue parts your lips and languidly explores your mouth as you taste the bitter coffee left over on his tongue. The way his mouth fits against yours after his words of adoration makes you deepen the kiss grasping his arms tighter.

You want Joel, you’ve thought about last Saturday all week, tensity radiating through your body whenever you’d think about the feeling of your body pressed against his. Every night since lying alone in your bed you’ve been tempted to reach your hand between your legs and soothe the want, but you refused yourself. You dedicated a whole page in your sketchbook to drawing his plush lips, and now they’re back on you. 

You pull back from his kiss catching your breath. “Joel…” 

“You alright?” His wide eyes focused on you.

“I’m good, yeah, just… thinking about how little time it’s been… and I feel like everything is happening so fast… I don’t know, I like it, I just— is it okay?”

“It’s okay with me, if it’s okay with you,” he rubs your knees while he muses. “Time isn’t the same as it was, you take what you can get in the time s’available to you.”

You nod in agreement as goosebumps prickle along your legs from his touch. 

“You were in here only a few weeks ago when you fell,” Joel looks down, “still can see some of the marks left from the rocks on your knees.” He touches you firmer, like he’s trying to contain himself. “You’ve been on my mind since… sometimes you’re all I can think about I know it’s been a short time, but…” his hands roam farther up resting just below your thighs, “I want you, ‘n I really hate wasting time.”

His lips crash against yours, he’s never kissed you like this. It’s enigmatic, his mouth firmly against yours, and yet his movements are so tender, his hands petting you, slowly rubbing against your thighs, tongue languidly licking against yours, but the pressure against your mouth, the firmness of his fingertips as he rubs… he’s so tense and soft. Your arms wrap around his neck as you rise off the couch, your knees thumping against the table as you sit on his lap straddling his thick thighs, never breaking the kiss. 

Two weeks, it’s only been two weeks, but it’s been two weeks of longing glances, shared stories over meals, quiet understandings, smart replies followed by laughter. You’ve wanted this since you first saw him, the desire burning louder once he was no longer a handsome stranger. You’ve reached an ignition point, and Joel is right there with you, holding the match. 

His hands grab your hips, you can feel him against you, his pants tenting against your core.

Denim rubbing against denim as you grind down on top of him. 

Joel peppers kisses down to your chin, running his tongue along your neck, placing open mouth kisses against your collarbone. He explores you like he’s mapped his journey in his head. You tip your head back and moan out as his hands drag up and cup your breasts. He licks his way back up your neck, your hands grab at his jaw, the desire in his eyes darkening them. 

“Joel…” you breathe out.

“What is it sweetheart?”

“I—I want you.”

“Heh,” his exhale hits your lips putting his forehead against yours, “I want you too, baby.”

Baby. A new name, nobody has ever called you baby. The way his drawl stretches out the aaaa, the way his eyes darken even more as he sees what that word does to you, your lips parting with a moan. He catches your moan with his kiss, his lips sucking on your bottom lip, your lips parting to lick his. 

He grabs you by the hips, pulling you closer making you adjust on top of him. He grunts as you grind your core even harder against him trying to soothe the ache between your legs. His hands snake under your shirt, calloused hands palm at the soft skin of your breasts. You haven’t been touched by anybody in over a year, but this? You’ve never been touched like this ever. Other men pale in comparison to Joel Miller. 

Your shirt feels too hot against your skin, you grab at your collar and pull it off, Joel leans back to watch you remove it, he lets out a low rumbled curse as you sit bare chested on top of him. 

“Jesus Christ, you’re so beautiful,” Joel nuzzles his face against your neck and inhales. “Smell so sweet.” 

He buries his head between your breasts, thumbs stroking against your nipples as they harden under his touch. He moves his mouth sealing it over your nipple, your back arching when he sucks it farther in. You whine at the sensation, the want in you sparking even hotter at his touch. 

“Good baby?” His words muffled by your skin, his mouth doesn’t leave your breast. 

“Y-Yes, want your shirt off,” you gasp out, “Want to feel your skin.” He pulls away and straightens, lifting his faded black shirt up and off, throwing it on the couch behind you. 

Your hands reach out and survey the broad expanse of his chest, he’s so warm, you can feel the raised skin of the small scars peppered on him, the smattering of hair across his chest that leads down his belly to his jeans. His breathing rising and falling faster against your hand as you run it across his waistband. You watch yourself unbutton and unzip his jeans. Your tongue comes out to wet your lips as you rub your hands along the length of Joel hidden underneath his underwear. 

“Couch, let’s move,” Joel hisses out. “Here, get up."

You stand on shaky legs, he stays sat on the edge of his coffee table. His hands hold your hips pulling you closer to plant a kiss on your stomach. 

“Want to see all of you first, been thinking ‘bout this after that first day you were on my couch.” 

Your cunt clenches at his words, you don’t think you’ve ever been this wet, and he’s barely even touched you. 

Joel unbuttons and unzips your shorts, he glances up, you give him a nod with a smile that he returns. He pushes your shorts and underwear down leaving you bare and standing in the middle of his living room. Dark brown eyes roam over your body fully on display for him, brows furrowed in concentration as if he’s trying to memorize every mole, curve, scar, and mark on your body. 

“Can’t get over how pretty you are,” he stands up from the coffee table, leaning forward taking your chin in his hand and placing a kiss on your lips. “Now, sit on the couch for me baby.” 

You slowly lower down sitting in the middle pushing your legs together to try to quell the ache in between them.

He stands, his large body looms over you, jeans slung low on his hips, cock laying rigid against the denim. He bends forward and kisses you, hands grabbing your thighs spreading your legs open.

You can feel his breathing accelerate against you as his finger moves across your folds, testing your response, you moan into his kiss as he dips it in and traces a line from your clit to your hole and back.

You’ve imagined him doing this to you back when he was just a crush, just your handsome stranger, your enigma. You never imagined how thick his finger would be, how gentle his touch would feel, how his teeth would gently nibble against your bottom lip. 

“Christ. You’re so tight and it’s just one finger baby,” Joel says, voice low and whispered as he looks down. “Can I taste you?"

You have no words, you grunt a yes as he lowers himself on the floor and pulls you forward, spreading your legs wider. You’re not even shy, being on full display like this, legs stretched open, your pussy dripping for Joel to see. You want him to see all of you, it’s all you’ve ever wished for since that first day you saw his handsome face.

He leans forward, nuzzling his nose against your core. His groan vibrates against your cunt as he tastes you, licking a stripe up.

You’re dripping wet, when Joel adds a second finger you can feel how smooth it slides in and out of you. He looks up from in between your legs while swirling his tongue around your clit, his deep brown eyes gazing into yours. You can’t stop staring at him, the lines between his eyebrows set in determination as he eats you. Your fingers run through his hair, softly combing the waves as his fingers and tongue devastates you.

He’s proven to you numerous times how much he cares for you, but this? This is the ultimate way. The way his fingers pump you, the way his tongue presses down on your clit with the perfect pressure, this is the care you’ve always wanted. 

It’s all so much. What the two of you are doing here in his living room, the build up over the past couple of weeks, the crush you’ve had on him for months culminating here on his couch. The same couch he touched you so tenderly as he bandaged your knee, now that hand is gripping it to stay wide open as he devours you. 

You can feel your orgasm climbing inside with each lick against your swollen clit, each rub of his beard against your sensitive folds, each twist of his fingers inside you. You’re close, so fucking close, and when Joel moans against you, your pussy clenches as it floods with your orgasm. He pulls his fingers out, his tongue licking down to drink you in, tenderly lapping up your wetness, like he’s savoring you and trying to stretch out the time he has between your legs. You moan his name as he leaves a kiss on your clit before pulling away, his mouth and chin glistening from your orgasm. 

Your body tremors through the aftershock of your orgasm, legs still spread wide, your mouth held agape as you pant for air. His hands rub up and down your legs, watching you in awe.  

“Everything about you is too sweet,” he says with a shake of his head as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Still can’t believe you’re real."

He kisses your knee before placing his hands on the couch, anchoring himself to stand. He winces as he rises and stretches his back out. 

“You okay?” you ask as you scoot your back against the couch, noticing how his cock still lays hard underneath his jeans.

“Yeah, just a bad back… probably shouldn’t have been on the floor for that long,” he sees you grimace in guilt, “but it was well worth it.” 

He settles on the couch next to you with a huff, pulling you next to him, feeling his bare chest against yours. 

“What about…” your hand runs up and down his thigh. 

“Mm?” Joel kisses the top of your head. 

“What about me doing the same for you?” your hand moves to grip his bulge. “I want to taste you too.”

Joel groans against your hair, “Yeah? Not gonna argue with that sweetheart.”

Your body thrums at the thought of having Joel in your mouth. You quickly get up from the couch excited that now is your chance to be able to show him how much you’ve thought about this moment.

“You just might be the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen baby,” he whispers in awe as you stand between his legs, “s’not gonna take me long.”

With his sweet words, you kneel down and tug at his jeans and briefs revealing his cock. It’s so large, just like his focus on you, just like the tension in the room, just like the orgasm he just gave you. 

You watch his face as you place a hand on his thigh and wrap your other hand around his rigid shaft, your eyes following the gulp of air he swallows travel down his neck. His skin is so soft here, so warm, you can’t wait to feel him inside your mouth. You slowly pump your fist down his length while lowering yourself onto the floor.

God, he’s gorgeous. His cock twitches in your hand as you hold it, wetting your lips, you bend forward and lick the drop of him that’s leaked out his tip. Salt, sweat… Joel. You moan at the taste, Joel lets a low curse growl out of his mouth when you take him deeper into your mouth. He’s so big, he stretches your lips, opens your throat, fills your mouth fully.

“S’good,” he croaks, his hand brushing a piece of hair away from your forehead, “so pretty.”

You bob your head down taking him to the back of your throat, the thought of how much his big cock is going to fill your cunt sends a flutter through your body. 

Joel’s hand tangles in your hair, lightly tugging and setting a pace as you suck him. 

“S’good baby, close— m’close,” his hips rising and falling to meet your movements.

You nod and hum in agreement hollowing your cheeks and sucking harder. 

His hips pull up, your name whispered out of his mouth as he cums down your throat. You swallow every drop, reveling in the taste of him now being a part of you. 

“Jesus Christ,” he pants, “s’amazing.”

———

“So, about the CD player,” Joel’s voice interrupting your reverie, “I’ve decided it comes with a condition.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, you come with me outside of Jackson for a day.”

“Joel…” 

It’s too late for ultimatums, the only reason you haven’t gotten off his couch and walked home is you’re too comfortable laying against his body that’s currently only clad in his underwear while all you wear is his t-shirt.

“It’s important, it doesn’t have to be now, but soon,” his tone is serious, like he’s overtly concerned about your safety and wellbeing. “Please do it for me, sweetheart.”

“I don’t know what’s out there…”

“And I do, ’n I’ll keep you safe, it doesn’t have to be for long… just long enough so if you do have to leave… it won’t be your first time out in years,” he urges. “Get your bearings ’n everything.” 

“You think I’ll be okay out there?”

“I wouldn’t ask of it if I didn’t think you’d be okay.”

“I suppose it makes sense.”

“S’pose so. Doesn’t have to be now but just, when the time is right, I think it’ll be good for you.”

“Okay, if it means I get to keep the CD player.”

Joel tightens his arms around you, pressing his lips against your hair. “You get to keep the CD player darlin’.”

You don’t leave Joel's until the next morning, the both of you falling asleep on his couch with his arms wrapped around you. 

A/N: Hi! If you've made it down this far, I appreciate you. Thank you for reading and sticking with this story. If you'd like to be added to the tag list, let me know.

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[jermer10]

Heya! Was wonderin if ye could do a little drabble for Scout with a GN!S/O who's like pretty new to the team but is hella smug and overall just sorta acts alot like him but more chill and laid back? If this isn't exactly yer cup 'o tea or ye just dunno how to write this request, feel free 'ta ignore this!:]

Have a nice day/noon/afternoon/evening/night !!

TF2 scout with a smug s/o

gn reader | as a scout enjoyer myself i LOVE this ask! i decided to write it as more of a slow burn-ish fic, it's long asf. hope you enjoy, anon!

drabbles under the cut :P

He had to rack his brain for reasons he was supposed to hate you. The team loved you, how could they have not? You radiated an energy Scout had only attempted to project his entire life. Maybe that's why. Maybe it was jealousy, how you managed to embody everything he wanted to be and more. But he couldn't really hate you, not in the traditional sense. You were still the last thought going through his head every night, the first person he wanted to see every morning, the person he assigned to the pillow he would squeeze to his chest late at night. He had even stolen one of your shirts to use as a pillowcase. Yeah, a better term for what he was would have been whipped.

It felt routine, waking up, walking into the kitchen, and seeing you and some other teammate laughing up a storm, getting closer, feeling his own presence in the structure of the team becoming increasingly irrelevant. If he wasn't the cocky asshole, who was he? This morning was different. He had awoken early, around 5am, as far as he could make out on the alarm clock next to his bed, anyway. He couldn't bother getting dressed, the only mercs who he knew that would be up wouldn't care, the last thing on his mind right now was you. His throat was phlegmy, a sour taste permeating his tongue, and all he wanted was to brush his teeth and drink a cool glass of water.

The stairs from the team barracks to the kitchen creaked under the weight of his footsteps, it's odd that he never noticed it before. He had become a lot more perceptive after meeting you. Turning into the kitchen/dining area, he spots you sitting on a barstool in front of the kitchen counter, mug in one hand and some random comic in the other. His face heats up, you turn and smile at him. A warm smile, the kind that makes every muscle in his body soften. The safe kind of smile that you wouldn't expect from someone so energetic and lively. "Morning," You spoke in a low tone. Scout was taken aback, sure, everyone was still asleep, but you were being so....so caring? And to him of all people? Weren't you supposed to dislike him as much as he disliked you?

You continued to stare, a slight nervousness in the way your eyes creased, your smile had began to falter. Something he had never seen from you before. Then he realized he had been staring at you, inner monologuing for far too long. "Oh, uh, g'mornin', sorry I didn't think anyone would be up this early...." He trailed off, trying to come up with some excuse as to why he was standing in the kitchen he had been dining in for years longer than the person in front of him. Your face softened at his answer, "Oh! It's fine.....I don't own the kitchen." You laughed on those last words, eyes resting back onto your comic. Scout felt the heat rush back into his face, yeah, this is why he didn't like you. You were quick tongued, always having some sort of smart assed response to him. It's clear why you and Spy got on well.

His face twisted into something between a frown and a scowl, you took no notice, sipping whatever liquid was in your mug. It smelt of coffee, and the deodorant you had been using since you begun working for mann co. He knew it was yours, the smell comforted him, if anything. The shirt he had stolen from your laundry basket in the downstairs washing room was beginning to lose that smell, and he had considered returning it for a while so that he could steal it back after a couple of wears. God, he was such a creep. "Are you going to continue standing there staring at me, or are you gonna grab something to eat?" You smirked to yourself, eyes flickering up at him before returning to your reading material.

"Fuck off." The words came to him before he could even think, he clasped a hand over his mouth in shock. You looked up. But you weren't upset, you seemed more amused if anything. "I beg your pardon?" A grin graced your features, Scout swallowed thickly, eyebrows furrowing, hands becoming clammy with the heat his body gave off. "Fuck...off..." Scout could barely get the words out. He was nervous, if you were as chill as you presented yourself then surely you wouldn't really care, that you'd just laugh him off and return to your book. But you didn't. You continued to stare, eyes boring into his skull, grin growing wider. "I like you, Jeremy." You spoke sweetly, not a trace of anger in your words.

A week later he had continued thinking about that interaction. He avoided you like the plague, the only words spoken in your presence being on the battlefield. Surely, you couldn't have meant it like that. Surely, you had been teasing him, trying to make him uncomfortable, one of the other mercs must have tipped you off on his crush, despite the fact that no one actually knew. Until he woke up again, this time around 2am. Obviously, you wouldn't be awake. It was the middle of the night, and even if he did encounter you he could just ignore you. His bedroom felt far too warm, and his bedsheets felt far too heavy. He decided he needed to get up and grab a glass of water.

There you were, sitting in your usual bar stool, upper body draped over the counter, staring at the mug in front of you. You looked up tiredly, eyes resting on the boy, and giving him a weak smile. "Hey, stranger." He ignored you. Well, he tried to. He could feel your eyes on him as he grabbed the glass from the cabinet, and filling it with lukewarm tap water. "It feels waaaay too hot tonight, right? Like it's the middle of February, it should be way cooler than this," You mumbled he found himself agreeing with you. Wordlessly nodding his head, eyes glued to the linoleum flooring. "Are you mad at me?" You finally asked, cutting whatever tension he perceived to be between the two of you with a butchers knife.

"I dunno....I guess?" He felt annoyed, of course he was mad at you. Was his ignorance and one word responses not obvious to the fact? You looked....hurt. Something that made him feel sick. He didn't want to hurt you. "What did I do?" You were quick to the point. "Does it matter? Nothin's gonna change even if I do tell ya', and besides, you didn't seem to have a problem with me ignoring ya' before." The word vomit was rising in his chest, one backhanded or smartassed response from you and all of his feelings for you would spill out. That's not how he wanted to tell you, not like this, not when you're hurt. Not when he's upset. You must have gathered as much, because you stood up, the legs of the chair making a quiet scraping noise against the floor, and you walked out.

It wasn't until a month later when he met you in the kitchen again. You seemed off, still your usual smug self with the other mercs to a point, but when the topic of Scout would come, that confident demeanor would falter. He felt like he was the only person who noticed it. It was 4am, he had been waking up every other night in the hope that he would see you there. Tonight he got lucky, you were rummaging through the fridge, the light illuminated every inch of your skin. Scout went flush, obviously you hadn't expected anyone to visit the kitchen, that, or you weren't planning on staying in there for long. Your underwear looked good on you. "Oh- fuck! Scout, you scared the shit out of me!" You closed the fridge with a start, seeing the boy looming over you.

"Uh, sorry." He cursed himself for the lackluster response, and for scaring you. "Can...can we talk?" He felt awkward, talking was his strong suit in some ways, and his hubris in others. "Yeah, uh, just lemme pour us some water..." You looked away, grabbing two glasses from the cabinet. Scout sat at the bar stool this time, twiddling his thumbs together in anticipation. You stood before him, sliding the glass across the counter towards him chastely. You didn't seem to care that he saw you like this, he supposed that it came with the personality. "Look, I'm sorry for bein' such a douchebag, I just...." He was looking for the words in your eyes, he could see something swelling in them. Love? Hopefully.

"I have a crush on you, dude." You spoke for him, looking down at your own cup. Your face was red, and with the way you started fidgeting with the hem of your underwear, it was clear you had begun to feel insecure. Scout knew the feeling, but this being the third time you had seen him topless, with only his socks and boxers on, he didn't really mind. "Yeah." He managed to breathe out, setting the glass down on the table and resting his hand on his chin, hand covering his mouth. He stared at something, anything other than you. "I've liked you for a while....I just- I know you feel....threatened? by me. It isn't a nice feeling. I can't control my personality....I just..I saw you and I thought that maybe we were the same? And when you started to ignore me...I dunno. It felt like that small confession I made just...made shit awkward."

Jeremy couldn't help but grin. Here you were, the ever confident y/n, wearing your heart on your sleeve for him. You knew how he had felt, he didn't even have to tell you. You just knew. He felt like an ass, but the slight power trip he had knowing that he made you feel just as nervous as you did to him....it was relieving in a way. You looked at him, grin coming to your face in turn. "God, I feel kinda stupid now." You laughed lightly. Scout's heart felt like it was going to explode. "We should make out." It didn't mean to come out like that, but you weren't deterred. He leant over the table, disregarding the empty glasses and pulling you in.

You felt soft, your lips tasting like whatever lip balm you had been using, the smell of your deodorant overpowering his senses. He tugged lightly on your hair with his right hand, his left grasping at the back of your neck in a desperate way to keep you close. Your hands wrapped around his neck, fingers digging into the soft flesh, feverishly you moved your lips against his. It felt like a dream to Scout, the way he had finally gotten you here, now. "D'you...wanna......date....." He managed to get out between kisses. You pulled away, eyes heavy, face red and messy. "Yes." And you pulled him in again.

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[st-kitten]

707 pt.5.1

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your series on quinn had garnered an overwhelming response from the audience. both of you had earned heftily and toji gained a big fat "i told you so" from you. it was now New Year's Eve. the day was marked as a holiday, providing you a much-needed break from the work. you considered this day as an opportunity to unwind and focus on yourself. so, you decided to indulge in a self-care day.

despite a long night's rest, you found yourself waking up later than usual, the warmth of your cozy bed tempting you to stay curled under your comforter just a bit longer. you mindlessly scrolled on your phone.

following an unconventional breakfast (coffee and a cheesecake), you made your way to your comfortable couch, sinking into the soft cushions with a content sigh. you decided to read for a while.

like any girl, you had your divine stash of spicy dark romances. you flipped through the pages, devouring every word, playing it in your head imagining henry cavill everywhere. the best thing you could do to annotate was excitedly underline your favourite lines with a pen and decorate them with exclamation marks.

the way those stories fuelled your inner devil... a part of you wished fictional men were real. every particle in you wanted to be fucked by a god. you had no shame when it came to your kinks, but most of your partners took three steps back and made themselves unknown when they discovered them. so you kept them to yourself, sticking to your books and your mind.

you were highly invested in the plot of [insert favourite dark romance] when your phone buzzed.

'need a hand. come downstaris'

you wondered what toji was up to and kept your book down, marking the page you were on with a crumpled bill. still in night shorts, hair dishevelled in a bun, you put some boots on and took the lift downstairs. it was mildly breezy and you wished you'd put a jacket on. with clattering teeth, you stepped out into the foyer, looking around. you sauntered to the parking space allotted to 706.

you stopped dead in your tracks, looking in front of you, at the six foot two broad man who sat on a sexy, ink black bike, wearing an equally dark compression shirt and a helmet that sent pulses straight between your legs. it took you a moment to believe that it was toji.

"megs needs some things for school. i'd have bought them myself but apparently he says i have horrible taste in stationary. would you..." toji stared at you.

why were you standing with disney XD knees? why were your eyes focused on his torso? why were you practically drooling?

you couldn't see his face since it was hidden underneath a black visor. but toji had a sly smirk permanently plastered on his face.

"you alright there, princess?" he asked, leaning forward, placing his arms on the bike's airbox, his muscles tightening and bringing out the veins.

"you... ride a bike..."

toji chuckled. "i may be hustling for cash, sweetie, but i come from generational wealth. this baby here is just one of the perks."

you gulped and took a few steps near him. you didn't know what to focus on. his buff arms that could crack your skull in a millisecond, his torso (by that i mean fushititties), the sexy helmet that hid his handsome face from you or that fact that he had a bike.

"uh huh..." words failed to come out of your mouth.

"you can check me out all day, princess, but i gotta run errands. you in?"

mindlessly, you nodded. toji chortled and handed you a spare helmet, which you put on. he noticed that you were all but naked in your night clothes, so he loosened that jacket he'd tied around his waist and asked you to turn around. he put it on you, adoring how big it looked on you.

"penguin..." he muttered.

you still hadn't recovered from anything. you half expected to wake up from a dream. you managed to sit on the bike, scooting forward to adjust yourself.

"hold tight."

only when the bike roared did you come to your senses. the sudden momentum made you jolt forward and wrap your arms around his waist.

"are you okay?" toji asked, amused by how brainlessly you were behaving. upon hearing no response, he simply began driving. it was going to be a quick ride, but toji figured he might as well spend it with you. he was no stranger to riding sports bikes, but having you sitting behind him made him want to show off just a little.

aligning his body with the bike, toji swerved skilfully, leaning into each curve with a boldness and surety that seemed almost choreographed.

you on the other hand, had begun fantasising all sorts of things. the knowledge of toji being a biker did some things to you. the arms that circled around him slowly loosened as your hands started to feel his abs with a mind of their own.

toji knew all to well what you were going through. it was the standard response of any girl. he let out a soft laugh, loving the way your hands felt on him. he sped up slightly, darting through the streets. you reached the store quicker than you anticipated. toji turned the bike off, expecting you to get off, but no. you just sat there, glued to him.

he leaned back, turning his waist slightly, and placed his elbow on your knee.

"any plans to get off?" he asked.

"oh... you bet..." you blurted out earning a deep chuckle from the man.

with great reluctance, you hopped off the bike, feeling very small compared to the large man beside you. he took his helmet off and cradled it in his arms.

you still had yours on. he tapped on it, hoping to snap you back to senses. he had no clue what was going on with you, but he didn't mind.

the two of you strolled through the store, ticking each item of the school's list.

"he's six. he does not need a dissection kit, toji..."

"that's what this is?"

the next half an hour went by quickly and you were out of the store in no time.

"you had breakfast, princess?" he asked. okay, you weren't a big fan of nicknames, but the way they spilled out of his mouth so effortlessly, made you giddy.

"yep. you?"

"not yet. you mind if i grab something real quick?"

you shook your head. the two of you drove to a nearby KFC (sorry...). he parked the bike and went inside since the queue at the drive through was long. you sat on the bike, letting your thoughts run wild. oh, you wanted him. in some uncanny ways. just how ever were you going to convince him...

toji came outside holding a paper bag with food in it. he was genuinely concerned about your strange behaviour. maybe he'd ask you about it later. standing beside you, almost towering over you, he nonchalantly ran his gloved hand across you thigh, taking in the goosebumps that rose on your skin.

"you wanna drive?"

"what? fuck. no. we'd die."

"it ain't that hard."

"no thank you. i'm happy being your backpack."

"my what?"

"backpack? you know... passenger princess, but for bikes..."

"huh."

toji definitely felt too old for a moment. "you're fine being called after an object?"

"uh... yeah..." you didn't like how dry the conversation had become. you were half convinced. there was no way toji would hear your kinks out.

the ride back to your building was silent. not awkward, just silent. even the elevator ride upstairs was hollow. toji stepped into his apartment, you following him like a puppy. he placed the bags on the couch. he stood in his living room, checking his mail, one arm cradling the helmet, his hands sifting through the envelopes. he spotted you gawking at him through the corner of his eye.

"are you stoned?"

"huh? no."

"are you sick?"

"no, i'm not sick... i'll... be in my house then... thanks for the ride."

you fist bumped his shoulder and trotted away into your house. toji had a big question mark on his face. usually you'd run your mouth and leave no snarky comment off the table. so, seeing you acting like a wobbly stool made him wonder if something had happened.

the rest of the day went normally for both of you. you continued working on some songs and he cleaned his house for the first time in a while. by dinner time, toji ad gotten suspicious of your sudden lack of activity. he knocked on your door, once again, to find that it was unlocked.

"what's the point of this door..." he mumbled, stepping into your house.

you were in the kitchen, watching a youtube video on making lasagna.

"slipped my mind..." you said to him, eyes still fixated on your tiny phone.

toji observed you closely. ever since your little bike ride in the morning, you'd been acting weird.

"need help?"

you shook your head. why were you so quiet?

toji didn't want to leave you alone, so he just sat down on your couch, watching you cook (mostly mess up). he accidentally sat on the book you'd left there. with nothing else to do, he decided to flip through it.

let's just say he had to hold back a few gasps...

he looked at you, then looked at the book and then back at you.

is this what you read? you... liked this?

toji understood your quinn business, but to think that you actually enjoyed erotic stories outside of your hustle... now that was something. he decided to read a little, on the page you'd marked.

he covered his mouth with a curled fist as he read your book, hiding a devilish smirk. no wonder you went quiet. your poor mind must be picturing so many things seeing as the protagonist of your book too... was a biker. you innocent face did a great job at masking the inner demon. toji was at least six pages in when he realised how excruciatingly detailed everything was. he could only envision you reading the book, holding it with one hand while the other helped your nether region feel what you wanted the most.

but that wouldn't have been enough... you can't just imagine a rugged man having his way with you. you needed someone to actually do it to you. to manhandle you, put you in your place, and fuck you dumb. reading your book was like an insight into your mind. is this what you thought of all this time sitting behind him on the bike?

toji got up, still clutching the book in one hand and made his way to where you were. standing behind you, he rested his palm on the kitchen counter, trapping you between him and the marble surface, letting his body rub against your back.

he felt you inhale sharply. he let his mouth hover beside your ears as he read, "tell me, f/m/c, how bad do you want this?"

his voice made you shudder in place. you looked back at him, not expecting him to be that close.

"what..." you gaze fell to the book he was holding. in his large hands, the book seemed like a pocket bible. well... when it came to mind blowing sex, it was your bible.

"don't get all shy now. i know you like my fist around your throat." toji was only reading what the male protagonist was saying. he had plans for the rest. as he proceeded, he began imitating the actions described in the pages. he let his free hand caress your waist, moving up till it reached your breasts.

"i see you staring at my hands all the time. you like them that much?" he fondled one of them over your bra.

the grip you had on your spatula quivered and you dropped it. you had no words. you were too busy feeling his hands on you.

toji let his fingertips run down your stomach, loving the way you backed into him at the contact. it took no time for him to get hard.

"look at you... so sensitive." oh how glad he was to have spent all those nights recording with you. it gave him a power ready to abuse at any moment.

"i... the book... it's..." you panted.

"yours. no need to lie, sweetheart."

"it's just research... for qu-"

toji slipped his hand inside the flimsy shorts you were wearing the whole day.

"nuh uh. this one's all you."

he had truly mastered delicate touches, something which edged you to a point of absurdity.

"people read... so what." your defence was as weak as a twig.

"i'll stop then..." he was about to take his hands away, when you reflexively grabbed his arm, keeping it in place.

toji smirked.

"alright then... where was i..."

you let a sigh of relief. this was all you'd ever dreamed of. and you were getting it without asking for it. by none other than the menacing hunk of a man that toji was.

toji continued to read lines out loud, his actions dictating each reaction you gave. if he knew it was this easy to get you wet and begging, he'd have done it sooner. he slipped his fingers inside you, one after the other, at a painfully slow pace, dragging the whines out of you. he held back a laugh when you clench your thighs closer. it only motivated him to bully your cunt, speeding up and suddenly slowing down.

"that's a good girl..."

you let out a hearty chuckle, mixed with a long due moan as your head hangs low and forward, you hands gripping the kitchen counter. toji had become completely unpredictable with physical intimacy. you had to give him that. you enjoyed the thrill of it. but you were hardly a saint yourself. you wanted to push his buttons.

"copy cat... can't do a thing without help, can you?"

toji grunted in your ear, his hand squeezing you down there, almost pulling you back into him.

"watch your mouth, princess."

"offended already?" despite the whimpers that spilled out of you, you still had that bratty attitude toji desperately wanted to break. but he knew better than to play your game. he'd lose. so he chose his own route.

he pulled his hand out in an instant, relishing in your groan. before you could retort he snapped the book shut and shoved it between your legs.

"if it falls, you'll having it coming," toji whispered in your ears and left your house...

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#toji fushiguro x reader #toji #fushiguro #toji x y/n #dad toji #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #jjk smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #biker #biker boy #vroom vroom bitch

[stayandot8]

Come With Me

Genre: angst from Part One turning to fluff

Relationship type: established boyfriend/girlfriend

Important Contents: Part 2 of Stay With Me. More proof that I will do absolutely anything if someone asks 😂 Anon, I hope you enjoy this and I hope it's what you had in mind.

WC: 2.9k

Part One l masterlist

“Pack your stuff for a weekend. I’m kidnapping you.”

I couldn’t help my grin as Chris stared at me and my intrusion in his room. His face contorted from shock to confusion the longer I stared back, unmoving and tapping my foot expectantly. 

“What?” He didn’t move, blankly staring at me. 

“I know it’s early, but your brain should be catching up by now. I’m kidnapping you and taking you away to an undisclosed location. Don’t worry, we’re not leaving the country.” I sauntered over to his closet to grab his duffel bag and put it on his bed. “Now start packing before I do it for you and all you can find in your bag are socks.” He smirked at me as he followed me, stopping my movements with a grab at my arm. He whirled me around to face him, drawing his face closer to mine. His breath tickled my nose.

“You know I love being naked around you.” My breath hitched, his voice sending chills down my spine. I missed him like this, playful and cheeky. He had started to return to himself bit by bit. Before I could let it take over fully, I tried to remember my goal for the day. 

“Not when you’re covered in sunburn.” He stepped away from me to look over my features, searching for any hints I was unknowingly giving.

“Sunburn? Are we going to the beach?!” I shrugged, the corner of my lip twitching up as I stepped out of his immediate vicinity towards his door. 

“My car is downstairs. You’ve got ten minutes. And if I see your laptop in your bag, I’m throwing it in the ocean!”

***

“You drag me out of my house away from my kids to an undisclosed location. The least you can do is stop for snacks.” He turned his whole body to face me from the passenger seat, making his eyes go wide and prepared to beg. Little did he know he didn’t have to. 

“Save your puppy eyes for the inevitable argument over who’s cooking dinner tonight. We’re stopping anyways. You think I’m spending a prolonged amount of time in a car with you and not feeding you? What kind of girlfriend would that make me?” I pulled into a parking space in front of convenience store, grabbing my wallet before getting out. As soon as we had pulled in however, Chris had practically sprinted out of the car and into the store with a child-like excitement returning to his face. I sighed, shutting the car door and following my toddler into the fluorescent-lit store.

I roamed through the aisles, browsing through my different options of chips, snack bars, and candy until I saw someone come to my aisle holding so many bags I couldn’t see his face, I moved so he could pass in front of me, minding my business.

“I don’t know how far we’re going so I got everything.” The familiar voice made me do a double take. 

“Chris, you couldn’t eat that much if you tried.” I shook my head, trying to stifle my laughter as I continued looking for myself. He dropped everything in his hands onto the floor in a loud crash. I widened my eyes to find him jutting out his bottom lip in a pout and faux angry face. 

“I could too.” He crossed his arms and stomped his foot.

“Oh my god, you really are five. I will buy everything in your arms if you pick it all up now.” I grabbed the nearest bag of candy that suited my fancy while Chris heeded my offer, picking up the plastic bottles and bars he had and followed me to the front, not seeing the smile fighting its way onto my lips. 

He stopped at the glasses tower while I waited in line, somehow managing to transfer his haul to me. He looked over the stand carefully, as if contemplating which to wear on the runway. He snatched a hot pink pair with white hearts all over it, clearly a child’s size, and wrestled it over his ears. 

“What do you think?” His face deadpanned to look as serious as he could while sporting them.

“I love them, I do. But I think there’s something that wouldn’t give you a headache if you wore them too long.” He scrunched his face in disappointment, taking hte glasses off and placing them back where they went. He continued, pausing every once in a while to take another pair off the tower and look them over. He had disappeared where I couldn’t see him. I had neared the front of the line and just as I was about to call for him, he appeared again. He had found a dark blue pair with cartoon flames of orange and yellow. They were also clearly made for someone younger, but he now had the biggest smile. A smile that radiated from his joy. A smile that could only appear if he was happy. A smile I hadn’t seen for a while. 

“I found another one too.” He showed off the second pair he was holding. I couldn’t contain it any longer. His joy was infectious. 

“Perfect.”

Back in the car and officially on the road, I let Chris eat his snacks and scroll through his phone for about ten minutes before I told him the rules for this trip.

“Did you tell everyone about this trip but me?! Changbin just said ‘have fun’ with a winky face and he won’t say any more.”

“Okay, that’s enough of that. Stop trying to ruin it” I reached for his phone and dropped it into my bag in the seat behind him. 

“Hey!” Chris’s eyes were large in shock at what I had dared do, his smile growing ever so slowly. I pulled mine from the pocket between our seats and handed it to him. 

“Open my music and find the playlist called Sunroof Vibes and play it.” 

“What’s your password?” I couldn’t believe he didn’t know already. Had I really not told him until now? I felt the corners of my mouth twitch. 

“Your birthday.” I felt him snap his head towards me. I forced my eyes to stay on the road but I couldn’t miss the flash of his teeth as he giggled to himself. 

“My password is yours. The kids always tease me for it all the time.” The blush was evident on both of our cheeks as a comfortable pause settled on us. He scrolled through my phone and tapped something and a familiar tune started to play through my car speakers. “I don’t think I know this one.” He started to bob his head in time to the beat, looking straight through the windshield to the open road. 

“I made this when I was planning for this trip. It should be full of songs you don’t know. To keep you entertained.” I gave him a pointed look for a second and he rolled his eyes. He bent to search through the bag of snacks before pulling out a particularly huge lollipop. He unwrapped it and stuck it in his mouth, making an overexaggerated noise of contentment as he slouched back in his seat and brought his legs to wrap his arms around. He continued to shake his shoulders in time with the music as he stared out the window, his smile proof that I had the cutest boyfriend ever.

***

Two hours later, we pulled into the seaside city where our getaway was to take place. The city was smaller, less stores and hustle and bustle around. Once we entered the neighborhood, a street as far as the eye could see with small cottages of varying shapes, sizes, and colors all lining the streets with the beach just on the other side. The sun was high in the sky, beaming down and warming the sand and the water, waiting and inviting us to relax our troubles away. The instant release of tension from Chris’s shoulders as we arrived told me I knew him as well as I thought. He loved the beach as much as I did and now I could show him that I did indeed know him, in case he ever had any doubt. 

When he sat up in the passenger seat, it was to watch the houses pass by, naming them as we drove by. 

“They’re all puns, baby, look! That one says ‘Sun of the beach’ and that one with the yellow roof says ‘Girls just wanna have sun’ and that one says ‘Happy as a clam’. I want a beach house so I can name it something like that.”

“I fully support that dream.” I had to chuckle to myself, his excitement contagious. Even though I knew where we were going. The long road turned from paved to loose gravel, the houses getting farther apart. We were moving from the more populated area to the place where the locals usually stayed when the weather got warmer. Each cottage had about a quarter mile of space around them, most of them directly on the beach itself. One could walk from the descending steps right to the water. Coincidentally, this was where our cottage was. 

I pulled the car into a driveway of paved cement, the carport directly under the seafoam green house and the stairs to the upper deck and house to the immediate left. There was a little wooden crow’s nest, a place to watch the water from above everything, on top. That would be the best place to watch the sun settle down for the night. The sign with the cottage name was Chris’s favorite part though.

“‘Aloha beaches’?! That’s my favorite so far.” He said in wonder as he opened his door and walked around to the trunk to grab his bag and pillow for the night. He started up the stairs and disappeared, his steps creaking above me as I grabbed the rest of the belongings. I grabbed the keys from the lock box and trudged up the wooden stairs. 

He had dropped his stuff at his side while he waited and was staring at the sea, letting the breeze toss his curly hair every which way. His vision had gone distant as he stared out at the rough waters, his features gone soft with his leaning on the railing. This was how I liked to watch him. He looked so at peace with himself, with the world. No one was bothering him, no one demanding him to do this or work on that, no work to bury himself in. When he was alone with his thoughts like this, the quiet moments like this were what made me fall for him in the beginning. This was what he needed. What I needed for him. 

Letting him be alone as he wanted, I reached for his things and unlocked the sliding glass doors to enter our home for the next two days. The first room had a cozy feel about it, being smaller than expected but fully furnished with a plush couch and a television. A bookstand of games of every type stood in the corner, and a picnic table sat next to the kitchen, painted a yellow years ago and had withered with age and use and love. The kitchen with its wooden cupboards and dull wallpaper whispered ‘come, use me. Get comfortable’. The pictures on the website didn’t do it justice. I chose well. 

Down the hallway, there were picture frames on the beige walls full of pictures of seashells and waves, some drawings or paintings and others photos. I stopped to evaluate each, thinking they complimented the place well. Three doorways were scattered along the skinny hall, one leading to a bathroom, one to a bedroom, and another leading to the wooden nest on top of the house. I peeked into the bathing room, seeing more of the pictures of shells along the bright blue along with a pink shower curtain. Fuzzy pink rugs strewn across the floor tied the small room together. 

The bedroom was my second favorite place. More bright blue walls but with pictures of the sand instead of shells. The bed was large, big enough for each of us to have our own space. The comforter was an off-white and tucked into a decorative pillow at the head. A dresser and nightstand completed the room. It was simple but not large enough to feel formal. It was perfect. 

The sound of the sliding door closing brought me out of my adventurous spirit. Chris’s voice called to me from the front room as I put down our bags on the bed.

“Oh my god, they have Uno! We are so playing that tonight!”  He joined me in looking at the different rooms until he caught up with me. “Oh I like this room. And this bed is so big I don’t have to worry about you clinging to me.” He ran his hands over the blanket as he joked. 

“Excuse me?! You’re the Aussie, you’re the koala. You cling to me like your life depends on it and I have seven other people who would back me up on that.” He looked at the ceiling, trying not to laugh at my retort. Mainly because he knew it was true. I grabbed his hand and intertwined it with mine as I dragged him with me back out to the hall. “Let me show you the best part.” We followed the last door up its small staircase and emerged in the little wooden nest. The wooden railing came up to our waist with a bench built in on either side of the rectangular space. The open air around us came straight from the sea, the sound of the water more prominent up here. Our hands still connected, he brought me to the side closest to the water. 

“Let’s eat up here tonight, hm? I think that’s just what we need.” He simply nodded, still looking longingly out at the water. “Come on, let’s go sit in the sand.” That was when he sprinted down the stairs without me and I heard the door slam behind him as he ran towards the water. My laughter was loud, watching his feet kick up sand. He paused when he realized I wasn’t behind him. 

“Come on!” He shouted up at me. 

I grabbed a volleyball on my way down from a side closet in the carport below and spotted a small grill and smirked as the idea blossomed in my mind. I knew what I was getting for dinner. 

The feeling of the sand between my toes was liberating. Watching him sit down and run it through his fingers like a child discovering it for the first time settled something deep within me. I approached him and sat down, only giving him an inch of space between us. 

“What’re you thinking about? You’ve staring at the water every chance you get, all solemn like.” He smiled out at the water, not quite meeting my eyes. 

“Being out here reminds me of home. Makes me think of how small I am in the grand scheme of things here on this planet. He would’ve wanted me to take advantage of my time here, making sure whatever mark I leave on this earth is a good one. I want whoever I become to be someone he could be proud of.”

“He would be proud, Chris. I know he would be.” I nudged his shoulder, already warm from the summer sun. “For what it’s worth, I know I am. Everything you do makes me proud. I know my opinion doesn’t really matter, but-”

“It matters.” He had suddenly gotten so serious, staring striaght into my soul as he interrupted me. “Your opinion means everything to me.” I smiled down at my feet to get away from his eyes and their searing gaze. 

“I’m terrified of the things I would do for you. I don’t think you realize how deep this shit goes for me. You mean everything to me and I truly don’t know what I would do without you. You’re…it for me. I can’t see myself with anyone else.” My turn to stare at the vast crystal blue. 

“I know. I feel the same way. I wouldn't have gotten through it like I did without you. I never want to find out what my life would be like without you.” He tilted my chin to look at him, his simple upturn of his mouth enough to make me melt. 

“You play your cards right and you’ll never find out. Now let’s play some volleyball before we go to the store so I can pick out what meat you’re grilling for me.”

“Oh, I’m grilling for you now? I thought this was my vacation!” He snatched the ball from my other side as he stood and started walking to put some distance between us. 

“How about this? If I can set it to you and you can hit it to where I can’t get it, I’ll cook. But if you can’t, not only are you grilling but you’re paying too.” I raised my brows in defiance of him. 

“What?! How is that fair?” He protested. 

“It’s not!” I said as I slammed the ball towards him. He dove in the sand, missing it but just barely. My fit of giggles was instant as he glanced my way and shook his head.

“Okay, I see how it is. You’re in for it now.” He chased after the ball that went behind him. 

Needless to say his wallet got more of a workout than he did.

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[katztails]

the night after

no longer writing in bulletins

writing in third person now

tw: mentions of kidnapping/yandere behavior

note: i do NOT support these types of behaviors, this work is entirely fictional, do NOT read if these subjects are a sensitive topic for you

(name) woke up the next morning, eddie and richie were on both of their sides. they thought the two would leave when they fell asleep, but they didn’t mind if they stayed or not. it was also warmer than it usually was, but they noticed it was because the two stayed.

warm.

they decided to get up, but gently and quietly. the blanket that covered (name), richie, and eddie was uncovered by (name), then they made sure to put it back on the two boys. they headed to the bathroom and brushed their teeth, standing on top of discarded clothes from the few days before. a voice had called from across the hall.

“(name)!” it was their mother, she walked into the bathroom. “honey, i’m off to work, your dad went to work before you woke up.”

“okay, mom.” they said, spitting out their toothpaste. “i’ll be here, or just hang with my friends.”

“alright, hon.” their mother grabbed the back of their head and tilted it down, kissing their forehead. “i love you, if you need anything, call me.”

they nodded and gave their mom a squeeze. “i love you too.” they said, she waved at (name) as she made her way downstairs and out the door.

the individual walked back to their room, where eddie and richie were just getting up. (name) turned on their light and greeted the duo with a good morning.

“morning, you two,” (name) smiled, “you sleep okay?”

“yeah, uh.. when was the last time your sheets were changed?” eddie asked in a panic mode.

“uh, a week or two ago.” (name) sais, eddie had a slight wave of relief pass him.

richie suddenly put his head on (name)’s shoulder. “thanks for the sleepover, babe.” they jumped at the boy’s sudden actions.

“n-no problem.” (name) said, trying to hide their embarrassment. eddie rolled his eyes at richie. “are we meeting up with the others today?”

richie nods, his head still on their head. he made a pouty lip. “too bad they missed out on-“ richie began speak, eddie bonked his head.

“let’s go.” eddie simply said, he took his hand into theirs, and turned back to richie. “c-catch up.”

“fuck you!” richie screams out before getting up and chasing eddie and (name) out of the (last name) house.

dear lord

“well, how was your night?” bev asked (name), ignoring the screams of richie and eddie in the background. (name) gave her a thumbs up and a smile. “great, missed you, by the way.”

“s-same..” (name) said, their eyes widened, they felt embarrassment become their facial expression. “w-what are we doing today?”

beverly looked at the boys, smirking at the group before looking back at (name). “i was thinking, us to, leaving them behind.. let us have our own moment, just you.. and me~” the boys all yell at the redhead in protest.

“hey! that’s not what we agreed on!” richie yells out.

“i know, but i couldn’t help myself.” bev said, giving (name) a peck. “we gotta let you know who, they’re already taken.”

“b-beverly..” (name) said, covering their face.

“you want me to kiss you again, hon?” she smirked, before (name) could answer, ben came over and turned beverly’s switch down a bit.

“so-sorry..” ben said apologizing to (name), who said it was no problem, smiling with an flustered look on their face. “you know, i-if any if us make you uncomfortable, please tell us.”

“you guys aren’t, i just.. didn’t know that you guys had these types of feelings for me, besides i’ve never had this much attention on me, that’s why i react the way i do.” (name) said, looking at ben. “i love you all too, but i’m just not sure how to process this.”

“take your time, (name).” ben said, smiling.

stanley came walking up to (name), giving them a wave. “hey, heard you had quite the ride yesterday.” (name) laughs.

“something like that, haha.” (name)’s laughs went to chuckles.

“bill was worried about you, well, all of us were. but, seemed like he was worried the most.” stanley said, looking over at ben, who was talking to richie and eddie. “i feel bad for the poor guy.”

“how did he react when ben told you guys..?” (name) asked in a concerned tone.

“he snapped at every little thing, but it was understandable. you mean a lot him, (name), you mean a lot to all of us.” stan said, taking both of (name)’s hands in his. “but, bowers.. that bastard thinks he and his.. freakshow friends can just take you away. i won’t allow it, neither will the others..”

“uh, stan.. it’s okay.” (name) assured the boy.

suddenly, footsteps are heard, not so far from where the losers were. the losers all turn around and see that it was the devil’s kid himself, henry bowers and his goons.

stanley put his arm in front of (name), while mike came out of nowhere and grabbed their wrist and pulled them to the side. stan and mike nodded at each other in agreement. they all got in front of (name), trying to keep the bowers gang as far from (name) as possible.

“..where are they?” bowers said, hands on his hips.

“behind us, you greaser motherfucker!” richie yells.

“good, then i’ll make it easier for you little pussies.” henry said, taking step by step closer the the losers. “i’m gonna be nice and ask once, hand them over, no one gets hurt.”

“you only looked at them in the hallways, buddy. we were here first.” bev said, crossing her arms. “i could also show you how much they are head over heels for me~”

beverly walked over and hugged (name) from behind. “bev..” bill said, in a somewhat stern voice, but beverly didn’t listen.

“don’t worry, i don’t make advances on them of they don’t give me permission to, though i didn’t ask last time.. sorry, babe.” beverly said.

“y-you’re good” (name) murmured.

“anyways, where were we? oh yeah!” eddie said, he grabbed (name)’s hand and made a run for it. “TO-“

“—YOUR MOM’S HOUSE!” richie yelled as he and the other losers followed eddie and (name), which prompted bowers and his gang to follow, leaving belch’s blue car behind.

_____

bro that took way too long to update 🧍‍♀️

also when i pressed return to start a new dialogue, it makes weird spaces, it bothers me more than it needs to be.

#belch huggins #belch huggins x reader #bowers gang x reader #henry bowers x reader #it 2017 #beverly marsh x reader #beverly marsh #henry bowers #victor criss x reader #vic criss #victor criss #patrick hocksetter x reader #patrick hockstetter #ben hanscom #ben hanscom x reader #losers club x reader #losers club #richie toizer x reader #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #eddie kaspbrak x reader #stan uris #stanley uris #stan uris x reader #mike hanlon #mike hanlon x reader #i love these mfs

[shy-lynn]

Safe

(An RE4 remake Leon fanfiction)

cw: MDNI!, NSFW 18+, violence, torture, gore, yandere

Chapter 2

Everything that happened last night was a blur. I remember eating dinner with Leon and then getting into a discussion about drinking and how I don’t do it anymore. The sight of Leon sipping on his potent smelling whiskey made it hard to resist the urge to have a drink. I mean, hell, that whole day was just too much. I could use a drink to burn out the events of the day. I remember having a glass of wine, and the taste was so horrible I couldn’t even finish it, Leon had to. Then, Leon went over to the wine shelf and picked out a white wine. He said it was sweet and had floral notes so a sissy like me would probably like the taste of this more. He poured me a glass of it, I gladly accepted and took a sip. It was delicious. It was hard to believe it was truly wine because it was that good. I don’t recall how many glasses I had for the life of me, but it was enough to pull me into a severely drunken state. I remember Leon urging me to probably stop because he didn’t want me to suffer the consequences in the morning but of course I would dismiss him and tell him, “Oh, I didn’t realize that you were the boss of me.” Which of course would cause him to put his hands up in defeat.

I don’t even remember how I got into bed, let alone pajamas. It’s crazy how much my head was pounding. Nausea stirred up inside me, the morning light reflecting into the room made me want to die. I slowly sit up and walk over to the window to close the curtains. I looked over to the door of the bedroom and noticed it was left wide open, I sigh and then walk down to the kitchen to grab myself a glass of water. I see Leon standing there, seemingly getting ready to cook something.

“Making a nice helping of greasy bacon. And eggs.” Leon says, shaking his head at the sight of me. I immediately gag at the mention of greasy bacon. This causes Leon to chuckle softly and also encourages him to keep it going, “Nothing like super greasy bacon when you’re hungover. Greasy grease grease…” He trailed off, smiling all the while. I didn’t stick around to listen anymore because I bolted up the stairs to the bathroom and began throwing up. I sighed once I was done, flushed the toilet and walked over to the sink to wash my face and brush my teeth. Once I was done, I went back downstairs feeling significantly better. I grabbed a glass of water and started to drink it, “Feel better?”

I scoff at Leon and nod my head, “No thanks to you.” This causes Leon to smile again and raise his eyebrow.

“All thanks to me actually. I knew you’d feel better if you threw up.” Leon shrugs his shoulders and turns around to continue cooking, “I’ve had my fair share of hangovers. The first time I got hungover was horrible. It was my first day of work.” I look at Leon, curiously wanting to know more.

“First day of work where? Here?” I ask, hoping for more details. Leon just sighed and I could tell that his face contorted into one of sadness. As soon as I notice the sudden change in his demeanor I say, “You don’t have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable.”

Leon waves me off and shakes his head, “It’s fine… It happened so long ago so it doesn’t even matter. Let me finish cooking this and I’ll tell you about it while we eat.” Leon resumed the cooking, it didn’t take much longer, maybe only 5 minutes. We sat down with our plates and I looked at Leon expectedly. He took a deep breath before continuing, “It was my first day as a cop in Racoon City. I was supposed to come sooner but I got a call telling me not to come for another week. I spur of the moment broke up with my girlfriend, got a room at a motel close to Racoon city and got drunk. The next night I was supposed to report to the police department to start my first day. When I got into town, something was off… There was no one around. And then I saw it. A man… but he wasn’t right. Something was weird about him. Luckily I had my gun. Man was like nothing I’ve seen before. When I went further into the city, it was even worse. Everyone was infected with that T-virus that you claim to be immune to, except for a few people. But only me and 3 others made it out of Racoon City that day before it was blown to pieces to cover up the events of what happened.”

Leon looked defeated. You could tell he’s been through more than you could ever imagine. You couldn’t fathom being in Leon’s shoes. Sure, you went through something pretty traumatic yourself recently, but if we’re trying to debate what’s worse… Leon’s situation does it. Especially considering that it probably wasn’t his last time dealing with something like that. I look down at my plate, not having touched a bit of it, my face washed over with regret, “I’m so sorry… I didn’t realize that you…” I trail off, not even being able to form the right words. Leon shakes his head quickly trying to dismiss it.

“Like I said… It was a long time ago. So, don’t get all mixed up about it, it’s not a big deal.” Leon takes a bite of his food but avoids eye contact. After a while, we both have our fills. I go upstairs and get dressed. I then go back downstairs trying to find anything to do to cure my boredom. I’ve been cooped up for so long that I don’t even know what to do anymore. I thought that by getting out of that situation, I would be free. Free to go wherever I pleased. But, no. Just the opposite actually. Sure I’m not chained up against my will and tortured but I’m locked in a house with a guy I don’t even know. Yes, it could be worse but fuck… I was getting stir crazy. I sit on the bay window in the living room and stare outside longingly. I must’ve not heard Leon’s footsteps approaching me because I jumped suddenly when he asked, “You want to sit outside?” I perked up instantly at his suggestion and nodded my head, “I have to come with you but I don’t see why you wouldn’t be able to sit outside for a bit.” 

I get my shoes on and let Leon lead me outside. The fresh air feels nice. The sun shines on my skin, warming me up. I wander around the yard. It’s gorgeous, truly. Nothing but green trees, blue skies. There's a lake adjacent to the backyard. You have to walk a ways to get to it, but it’s a beautiful sight. A fire pit, a large and cozy looking deck with lounge chairs and regular chairs. I walk over to the deck and lay down in one of the lounge chairs, soaking up the sun. Leon follows me every step of the way to ensure nothing happens. He has his gun rested in the holster on his thigh, his hand propped on it just in case he needs it quickly. I tilt my head up to look at Leon. I start to get slightly uncomfortable as he never once looks away from me. He just stands there, cooly, hand resting on his gun, watching me, “You know… you could at least sit. You’re making me feel weird.”

Leon chuckles slightly before taking a seat in a chair across from me, “Sorry. Just… I don't really know what I’m supposed to be doing here. My typical missions aren’t like this at all. I usually deal with more uh, action packed missions.”

I nod my head and frown slightly, “Sorry you got stuck with me. I know I can be quite boring.” Leon shakes his head, dismissing what I said.

“No, this… this is a nice change up for once. It’s kind of like a little vacation for me.” He says coolly. I look at his hand still resting on his gun and gesture to it.

“You could maybe try and relax a little then?” I say lightly. He immediately looks down at his hand like he didn’t even realize he was doing it. He quickly moves his hand to rest in his lap and nods.

“Sorry, muscle memory I guess.” We sit outside for a while and once I’ve had my fill, we go inside. I sit down on the couch and Leon sits on the opposite end, “So, what do you usually like to do for fun?” Leon asks.

“I…” I look down and frown slightly. I realize just now that I miss my family and my friends. I really wish I could see them or even just talk to them. “I don’t really know anymore. It’s been so long. I was chained to that bed for 9 months straight. So… I just don’t know what to do anymore.”

Leon gives me an empathetic sort of look and exhales a deep breath, “I'm really sorry you went through that. If you think of anything you want to do, let me know alright?” I nod my head and give him a small smile.

“Do you think I could call my family? Or anyone?” Leon shakes his head slowly.

“I’m sorry… No phone calls. No one can know that you’re here. For your safety. That’s also why you can’t leave the safe house. I’m really sorry. I can have Hunnigan send someone out to tell your family what’s happening but they won’t be able to disclose any details or anything. They’ll only be able to tell them that you’re safe and under protection in a safe house. It’s not much but at least they’ll know you're okay.”

I nod my head, “That would be great. Thanks.” Leon nods his head before pulling out his phone. He gets up and leaves the room to make the phone call. After a couple minutes, he returns to the couch and gives me a thumbs up. I smile softly at him, “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

That night, sleeping was hard. I couldn’t relax, I couldn’t stop tossing and turning. Once I eventually gave into sleep, I awoke only 2 hours later having a horrible nightmare. I sit up in bed trying to collect myself and calm down. I look at my surroundings trying to ground myself. I turn one of the lamps on before laying back down in bed. Every little noise seems to cause me to jump. I hear creaking in the distance, I hear the wind outside. I even hear Leon talking in his sleep. I sit up again and walk over to the door and open it slightly. I try to listen. I hear Leon talking again and then I hear a low scream from him before all noise stops, probably meaning he woke up. I slowly exit out of the door and go across to the room Leon is staying in. I knock softly on the door. I hear a bunch of shuffling before Leon opens the door, hiding his body behind it. He’s half naked, I can tell, but I think he’s trying to conceal it from me so he doesn't make me uncomfortable.

“Is everything okay? I heard you yell…” I ask him,  concerned. Leon nods his head and sighs.

“Bad dream, I’m fine. What are you doing awake?” He says, looking at me with his blue eyes reflecting in the moonlight.

“Bad dream.” I say, shrugging, “Not to sound like a pansy, but I’m too scared to go back to sleep.”

Leon nods his head before holding his finger up, signaling for me to wait a second. He closes the door, I hear more shuffling sounds and then he opens the door wide. He’s dressed in sweatpants and a shirt now and gestures for me to come into his room, “You can sleep in here if you want. If it would help.” 

My eyes widen and a blush creeps onto my face, making me shift my face to the ground. I hesitate before entering his room. He walks closer to the bed and says, “Choose whichever side you want.” He says groggily. I nod my head and walk over to the side closest to the window, the side that looks practically untouched. I stand beside the bed and watch as Leon gets into the bed himself. He raises his eyebrows out of curiosity, “I don’t bite, you know.” I nod my head and slowly get into the bed next to Leon. I try to get as comfortable as I can. I immediately feel safer in Leon’s bed. I lay there on my back, looking up at the ceiling. I feel Leon roll over onto his side and I can feel his stare burning into me. I turn my head to meet his gaze with an inquisitive look on my face.

“What?” I ask shyly. He just shakes his head and smirks slightly. 

“You could at least try to get some sleep, you know.” He says, his voice still a little husky from sleep. I nod my head and try to close my eyes. I feel Leon’s eyes still boring into me, causing me to look back at him.

“You could at least try to sleep too, you know,” I say in a sarcastic tone. It only causes him to roll over and sigh slightly.

“I figured I’d wait until you fell asleep. To make sure you’re safe.” He says softly. I stare at him, now curious what his nightmare was about. There’s no doubt that he probably gets a lot of nightmares. From the little I know about his experiences, it would be enough to keep me awake for months. My mind then starts to wander and I suddenly wonder if Leon has any family. A wife? A kid? I realize I know so little about this man, who practically saved my life.

“Leon?” I ask softly. He turns to look at me, tiredness appearing across his face.

“Yeah?”

“Do you… have any family? Aren’t they worried about where you are?” I ask. Leon just shakes his head, a solemn look appearing across his face. 

“No. Just me. Guess you could say I’m… married to the job.” He says trying to conceal his tone of any emotion but I can tell that it bothers him.

“How come?” I ask, wanting to know more about this mysterious man, Leon sighs deeply and I begin to wonder if I’m making him angry or upset, but it’s hard to read him.

“I just… You can’t have a normal life with this kind of job. It can put a lot of people I care about in danger. So, it’s best that I just do it alone.” I frown slightly at his answer, feeling sad for him.

“I’m sorry… Do you ever wish you could have a normal life?” I ask, trying to understand this brooding man.

Leon looks at me and gives me a small smile, “All the time.” My heart breaks a little inside as I hear him say this. 

“Well, why can’t you have a normal life? It’s not like you have to do this kind of work, right?”

“Quite the opposite actually. I have no choice but to do this. I made a promise. I have to do this in exchange for the little girl I saved from racoon city's safety.” Leon sighed softly, “And what kind of selfish person would I be if I refused? I became a police officer for the sole reason to help and protect people, you know.” I nod my head, understanding where he’s coming from.

“You’re a good person, Leon. I hope one day you can find some form of normalcy.” Leon gives me a small smile.

“Get some sleep now, sweetheart.” Leon says, resting his arms behind his head. I unintentionally blush as I hear him call me that. He must’ve noticed because he chuckled softly. I turn onto my side, facing him and begin to close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

I must’ve moved closer to Leon last night in my sleep because when I woke up, my head was resting on his chest and his arm held me softly. I tilt my head up slowly to look at Leon’s face, but I notice he’s still sleeping. I continue to rest my head on his chest, the comfort and warmth from Leon’s embrace is like magic. I haven’t had this kind of physical contact in so long that I didn’t realize how much my body was craving it. I close my eyes and savor Leon’s warmth and safety.

#yandere leon kennedy #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #smut #18+ #Resident Evil #resident evil 2 remake #resident evil 4 remake #Fanfiction

[shiftyourfocuss]

Wet Dreams (18+) afab reader

part two of negative !! <3

author note :// sorry this took a while!! pls comment recommendations and other cod characters you’d like me to write about!! ALSO !! I AM CHANGING Y/N’S CODE NAME TO JINX, I CAME ACROSS ANOTHER GHOST X READER USING THE CODE NAME COBRA SO I DIDNT WANT TO CONFUSE ANYBODY!!

✧ Simon Riley (Ghost)

✧ handjob, kissing, dirty talk, etc

✧ minors dni

✧ word count - 3k words 

SMUT, ANGST, FLUFF

I stood in the shower, still as can be as the hot water ran down my scarred and dirty skin. My eyes were glued shut, enjoying the peaceful moment as much as I could. This is the most at peace i’ve been in ages. I sighed as I came to the realization that i’ve probably been in here way longer that I anticipated. I rinsed out the leftover conditioner in my hair before shutting the water off and stepping out of the tub.

My feet made contact with the cold floor as I quickly reached for my towel, wrapping my body in the black fabric before tucking it in on my side to keep it secure. Before my hand could reach out for my brush I was interrupted by knocking on the bathroom door. I stood still for a moment before walking over to it. I twisted the handle and peeked through the crack, only opening the door enough for my face and part of the towel that was wrapped around me to be seen.

“Was just making sure you were alive in there.” Ghost said lowly, not daring to lower his eyes from mine.

“Yeah, sorry.. just haven’t got to do this in a while.” I said slightly leaning my head against the door frame as I held onto the door handle keeping the door in the small position. He nodded before backing away from the door a bit.

“Once you’re dressed and everything I have the bed made up for you in the room, you need rest more than anything.”

“Ok, thank you.” I said giving him a small smile. He nodded before turning away and making his way back to his room. I shut the door to the bathroom before resuming to brushing my hair.

———

After putting on the large t-shirt and sweatpants ghost had left for me I looked at myself in the mirror, laughing at how large the clothes were on me. Ghost was a very large man and his clothes made me look so small and fragile.

I exited the bathroom, slowly walked to his room where he was sat on the edge of his bed, messing with his vest it looked like. He looked up at me once he felt my presence in the room and lowly chuckled at my appearance.

“how cute.” he said before standing up and tossing his vest into the corner of the room. I took in the view of him as he stood at a whopping 6’4, nice and muscular frame showing through the tight dark grey t shirt and black sweatpants he was wearing. He had his balaclava on just without the skull piece, and you could see the black makeup smeared on his eyes in the dimly light room. I walked over to the right side of the bed before crawling on top of it and sitting softly.

“You get some sleep, i’ll be downstairs if you need me.” He said before beginning to walk out.

“Wait!” I whined before quickly crawling to the end of the bed, grabbing his hand which halted his actions as he looked back at me confused.

“p-please don’t go. I don’t want to be alone.” I pleaded as I looked at him with big sad eyes, hoping he would atleast do me the favor of making me feel safe, especially after everything that’s happened.

“nobody’s gonna hurt you anymore-“ he faced me as he spoke, taking my small hand in both of his large ones. “you’re safe here.” he said keeping strong eye contact. The room was silent before I felt my eyes begin to slightly water.

“please.” I whispered one last time. He sighed before closing his eyes, pulling away from my grip. He walked over to the bedroom door and shut it softly before he made his way over to the bedroom lamp.

“you’re killing me kid.” he said before clicking off the lamp. I smiled to myself as I got under the covers, getting comfortable as I laid back, head sinking into the pillow. The bed dipped as he climbed in next to me, his large body taking up most of the room. The room fell silent as we both began to fall asleep.

———

Constant low grunts and shifting woke me as my squinting eyes looked around the dark room, the only light being the moon light shining in from the bedroom window. My back was facing Ghost and I softly turned around to face him. He was laying on his back, masked face turned to the side a bit as he let out big deep breaths.

I studied his body language as he would twitch and shift every so often. Curiosity flooded my mind as he let out a low moan, making me raise my eyebrows. Just to see if what I was thinking was true, I carefully raised the blanket that covered out bodies, seeing a large print pressed against his sweatpants.

My hand flew over my mouth as my eyes widened at the sight. I placed the blanket back down before laughing to myself quietly. Nothing but filthy thoughts filled my mind as I watched him, so vulnerable, so easy for me to satisfy him in every way he’d want.

I took my bottom lip between my teeth as I soft scooted my body closer to his, until I was pressed against the side of him. I reached under the cover and carefully took his large hand before bringing it up to my face. I peppered kisses all around his scarred hand, holding it with both of my hands. He shifted again just a little and I froze.

I turned his hand slowly before I pressed the tips on his middle and ring finger against my lips, I gave them a kiss before slowly wrapping my lips around them. A grunt rumbled through his chest as both fingers sat in my wet mouth, tongue running between and around them. I pulled them out before pushing them right back in, lips tight around them as I slowly moved my head back and forth. After all the subtle affection he still wouldn’t budge. I removed his fingers from my mouth before setting his hand down on my hip.

I slowly reached my hand up and swirled my fingers over his tightly clothed chest. You could see every crease of muscle through the shirt, almost as if he was purposely showing himself off. I trailed my hand lower and lower until my fingers landed at the hem of his sweatpants. I ran my finger back and forth, feeling the thick waistband of his boxers underneath.

“I suggest you get on with it before I do it myself.” I froze at his sudden statement before looking up and realizing he’s had his eyes on me for god knows how long. We remained eye contact as he squeezed the hand on my hip, waiting for me to resume.

I slid my hand into his pants, feeling his hard on pressed tightly against his boxers, begging to be touched. I felt him through his boxers, caressing him softly before finally reaching my hand into his boxers. A low grunt rumbled through his chest as my hand clutched around his thick cock. I leaned forward, giving his neck a few pecks as I swiped my thumb over his tip, feeling the precum smear around. He kept his dark eyes on me and I began working my hand up and down his large length, keeping a slow and steady pace.

“Can I kiss you?” I asked as I laid my head on his shoulder. He remained silent before he lifted his balaclava up just enough for his mouth and chin to be shown. I took in the view of his thick pretty lips and dark stubble that covered majority of his jaw. I leaned forward as I continued working my hand. He reached his hand to the back of my head and pulled me against him until my lips were smashed into his. He kissed me hard and keeping his hand secure on my head as he hummed into the kiss.

My tongue met his as the kiss became sloppier by the second. Our eyes glued shut and noses pressed against eachother as we took slight breathes in between kissing. I began moving my hand faster, feeling him throb in my grip. He grunted into my mouth and I grabbed his bottom lip with my teeth, pulling back before watching it snap back.

“Fuck..” He growled, resting his forehead against mine. “Gonna cum soon.” I nodded and I kept the same quick pace, raising my hand just a bit so I was slightly wrapped around his tip. He furrowed his eyebrows and he grabbed my face, pulling me back into another heated kiss. I moaned softly as his large hand on my hip squeezed again before sliding his hand up to my waist, holding firmly.

He let out deep and heavy breaths into my mouth as hot white ropes of cum coated my hand and his lower abdomen. I slowed my pace, still jerking softly as he rode out his orgasm. I removed my hand after a few moments, bringing my hand to my face as I licked the bit of cum off of my hand, keeping eye contact with him as I did so.

“fucking hell.” he mumbled before dropping his head back onto the pillow. I took his hand that was on my waist and brought it between my legs to which he quickly pulled his hand back and shook his head. I looked at his confused as he stood from the bed, wiping himself off with a towel before tossing the towel onto the floor.

“Why?” I asked as I watched him pull his mask back down over his mouth.

“It’s too soon.” He said before laying back down, facing me and he got under the covers.

“what do you mean?” I questioned

“I can’t. Atleast not yet. After everything you’ve gone through the last month I can’t do that to you.”

“That was different, I want you, I want this.” I said as I placed my hand on his broad chest. He shook his head, holding my hand that was pressed against him.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t yet. I don’t like the thought of man handling you so soon after the traumatic things you dealt with. Just doesn’t feel right.”

I get where he was coming from. He didn’t want to see me so vulnerable for him after the state he found me in not even 5 hours ago. I am hurt, I am traumatized from the things I endured in the last 5 weeks but I still craved affection. Affection that I WANTED, affection that made me feel special and loved. I wanted to be cared for. I miss the strong person I was before everything went down. I hope that person comes back to me in do time. I just need to heal.

“I understand.” I said with a lump in my throat. I turned from him, facing the wall as my eyes began to weld with tears. The room was silent for a bit before my body began to slightly tremble as I cried to myself silently.

“Jinx, sweetheart-“ He cut himself off as he scooted himself towards me, his large body molding against me and he wrapped his tattooed arm around my waist, bringing me closer to him. He rested his head on my shoulder before speaking up. “I’m sorry, but you have to understand i’m doing this for your own well being. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I remained silent as I kept my eyes shut, slowly but surely calming down as he held me tightly. This is the safest i’ve honestly felt in a long while. Why is he so sweet to me? Why didn’t he just leave me behind in that cage like anybody else would’ve? He may give off an intimidating appearance but definitely just a big teddy bear.

Tears stopped flowing as I melted into his tough, eventually intertwining my fingers with his that were pressed against my stomach. He gave my hand a soft squeeze before rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand. We both remained still as we began to fall sleep in the small drafty room.

———

I woke up to the bright sun beaming through the blinds of the window. I squinted as I looked at my surroundings, rolling slightly to notice that I was alone in bed. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a drawer being closed, my vision was still blurring from being half asleep but I was able to make out the large bare back that was facing me. There’s were scars scattered around the bare skin, and just above was the dark messy hair that sat on his head. It was wet, slightly dripping down his back as he’s pulled a t-shirt over his head, dark grey cargo pants already on. He pulled on his balaclava and adjusted the skull piece over top before turning around to face me.

“how did you sleep?” he asked, adjusting his belt before applying the rest of his gear. I shrugged at his question before sitting up against the bed frame. “Better than being in a cage I presume.”

“I guess.” I mumbled as I looked down at my hands that rested in my lap. He sighed before deciding not to egg me on. I remained in my spot before a pile of clothes were dropped in front of me, along with gear and a holster that held a knife inside.

“we were able to find you some proper attire. Get dressed then meet me downstairs. It’s about time you meet the team.” He said fixing his last strap on his vest. I nodded before getting out of bed, stretching as I let out a quiet yawn. Before reaching down to grab the pile of clothes, he walked over towards me and rested a hand on my shoulder.

“you sure you ok with this? you know being back on the radar and all?” he said and he looked into my eyes. yeah don’t get me wrong, being thrown back into the army just being a hostage is kinda shitty but, this is what I was born to do. It’s the only thing that gives me purpose.

“definitely.” I said confidently. He nodded before removing his hand from my shoulder.

“good, I’m glad to hear that.” He said before walking over to the door, opening it as he exited, then shutting it behind him. I sighed before undressing myself, mentally preparing to meet a group of strangers.

———

I stepped out of the room in my new clothes, boots clicking against the floor as I made my way to the stairs. I slowly walked down as a group of men were scattered around the couches, having different discussions as Ghost remained silent in a chair just between the couches. Once I made it downstairs the room fell silent as I walked over. Eyes of 5 men landed on me as I took a seat besides of the guys who had warhawk and a soft smile.

“Everyone this is Jinx, she is a new addition to Task Force 141, treat her as you would any teammate, she’s one of us.” Ghost said shifting his gaze between the different men.

“Nice to meet you gorgeous, you can call me Soap.” The thick scottish accent flowed through my ears and he reached his hand over towards me. I shook it lightly as he gave me a warm smile.

“I’m Gaz” another man said as he peeked his head from behind Soap. I waved and moved my attention to the next couch.

“Price, Captain Price, Im the one who cleans up after the boys here.” He chuckled, Soap pretended to be offended as he slapped a hand on his chest.

“We spoke briefly but hello again cariño. Jinx is a badass name, I think it fits you well.” Alejandro said as he leaned back in his seat besides Price.

“Thank you, and it’s nice meeting you guys, it’s been awhile but I promise i’m a good shot, I was the best on my team. Those ass hats could barely work a pistol.” I said as laughs erupted around the room.

“Your team, where are they now?” Gaz asked before Ghost shot a deadly glare at him. Gaz mumbled a low “shit..” as he took note of the glare immediately, not even needing an explanation.

“It’s ok. You didn’t know.” I said reassuringly as I reached over and patted his knee. “They were great guys, they tried to hard to take the hits for me. They protected me with their lives and that’s the exact reason they’re not here right now. I miss them a lot, they deserved so much better..” I said looking down at my feet. Soap rested a hand on my back as he rubbed up and down, trying to comfort me in this vulnerable moment.

“I’m sorry Jinx, that’s terrible.” Price said with nothing but remorse.

“Well you have us now, and while we may also be ass hats, we can guarantee you won’t go through something like that ever again.” Soap said as he titled his head to look me in my face. I laughed at his use of the word asshats after me, making him smile at my amusement.

“Thanks guys.”

#ghost x reader #ghost smut #smut #modern warfare #mw2 #modern warfare 2 #simon riley #simon ghost riley #soap x reader #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #fluff #angst #simon riley x reader

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Arguing With Hangman Over Him Being Called Away With Your Due Date Close

Jake Seresin X Pregnant FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Arguing, angst, name calling

Word Count: 1,617

Requested by: @can-this-be-a-fanfic​

Taglist: @chaoticassidy @the-marshals-wife @hotch-meeeeeuppppp​ 

Part 2 is here

(A/N:) Thank you so much for your request again! I loved writing this one as it gave me all the feels! And since I couldn’t choose between Hangman and Rooster I’ll be posting the Rooster one next! I hope you enjoy both and it’s what you were hoping it would be! Thank you for being awesome! Happy reading! ~Countess

Your pregnancy was an absolute blessing. Jake Seresin was going to make the perfect father and you were more than happy to bear his children. Though he had been away at the beginning of your pregnancy he had been the doting husband, caring to your every need. The baby was going to have anything and everything they could ever want with him as the father. Now as the due date loomed over your head Hangman had been called back to duty and the fear of giving birth by yourself was scaring you to death. Now you both were standing in the living room having a shouting match for the ages. Your swollen belly dangerously close to bursting and tears running down your face you couldn’t believe that you and him were arguing so bad. Hangman with his face red pointed a finger in your face.

“Do you think I want to leave you,” he shouted.

“No I don’t think that, but you have to tell them you can’t go,” you replied voice just as loud as his.

“I can’t do that! I made an oath (Y/N) when I joined the Air Force I can’t just not heed the call!”

“Hangman I’m about to give birth and I can’t do it by myself!”

“Lot’s of women have done it before you! You don’t need me, I was just the baby maker you deal with everything else!”

“Excuse me?!”

“You heard me,” he snorted.

“You egotistical! Selfish! Stupid! Idiot!” You screamed tears pouring faster dripping to the floor leaving salty drops puddled at your feet. “You can’t go!”

“What do you want me to do (Y/N)?! Go AWOL?!”

You couldn’t handle it any longer. Turning away from him you felt your heart shatter. You were on the verge of throwing up from the turmoil of emotions swirling around. “Where are you going,” Hangman demanded stepping forward to grab you.

“Leave me alone,” you shouted yanking your arm from his grip. You stumbled a little from the awkwardness of your belly. Hangman darted forward to help right you but you sidestepped him. “Don’t touch me.”

Your whispered voice cracked before you walked away. You grabbed your cell phone that you had set down when the arguing match began. Dialing your parents you asked them to come and get you. You were too upset to drive and you didn’t want to wind up in an accident. Despite the anger you felt towards him you couldn’t stand the thought of leaving him alone if you got into an accident. Your dad was on his way to come and pick you up and take you back to your parents house. Back in the bedroom you got Hangman’s old gym bag down from the closet and began to fill it with your essentials and a change of clothes.

Hangman was left downstairs, stewing in his anger when he heard a zipper to a bag close. He knew he had pushed it too far now. You were leaving him, though he didn’t know if it was for the night or for good. He replayed the last twenty minutes in his mind and the memories caused his heart to sink. How could he say something so cruel? He knew he was angry but that didn’t justify telling you that he didn’t want anything to do with your pregnancy now. That’s the last way he felt, but his stupid mouth ran before his mind could catch up. Now you were coming back down the stairs, your cheeks tear stained and your swollen feet shoved into a pair of flip flops. You couldn’t wear tennis shoes anymore due to the swelling and that made him feel even guiltier.

“(Y/N),” Hangman started stepping towards you.

“Leave me alone Jake,” you snarled, body language stiff and ready to fight if need be. “I’m going to my parents. Go on your mission and whether you come back home or not is no concern of mine. I’ll probably be in the hospital anyway.”

He couldn’t say a word as you stepped out the door into your father’s embrace, before you slammed the door shut. The walls rattled from the blow knocking the photo of you and Hangman off the wall. It fell to the floor where a shattering noise was heard. Tears came to his eyes seeing the cracked glass splitting through the picture, it broke his heart to see the split right between you two. Hangman feared it was a sign. Gently setting it on the table by the door he hurried to make a phone call.

Your parents helped to soothe you after the argument but now you were afraid that everything was going to be messed up from now on. You began to wonder if you were going to have to raise your baby alone now. It was unknown if Hangman was ever going to forgive you for walking out, but you weren’t sure if you could forgive him for those horrible words he said either. Now as your parents checked on you one more time as you sat on the bed you had spent so many years on. They had left everything the same after all these years and the comfort of familiarity eased your turmoil. Despite everything you were still exhausted, pregnancy was rough on you and the argument didn’t help. So you got as comfortable as your belly would allow before easing into slumber. You were almost asleep when your phone went off. The notification showed that it was Hangman and while you were almost just asleep, now you were wide awake. Nervousness settled inside you as you were terrified of what he could possibly say.

Hangman: ‘I’m sorry (Y/N). I’m a crap husband.’

You: ‘I don’t really want to talk right now Jake.’

Hangman: ‘Please. I am really sorry and I feel like trash.’

You: …

Hangman: ‘I talked to Mav. He said that he can get me out of this mission to be with you.’

You: ‘Just go on ahead. I don’t need you. Mom and Dad will take care of me.’

Hangman: ‘(Y/N)’

You: ‘Leave me alone I don’t want to talk right now. I’m tired.’

Hangman: ‘Goodnight babe. I love you.’

You didn’t reply back. Shutting off your phone you fell asleep into a restless slumber.

In the morning you didn’t get to sleep in as voices were heard downstairs. It sounded like your parents and Jake. Surely he wouldn’t come here. But once you were downstairs there he was standing in the living room quietly arguing with your parents. You looked like a mess, but to Hangman you were the most beautiful he had ever seen you. Though your hair was sticking up everywhere, your eyes were bloodshot, and you looked like you had swallowed at least two watermelons.

“Mom. Dad.” You started walking towards Hangman. “Can you give us a minute? I think me and Jake really need to have a talk.”

“Are you sure,” your Dad asked. Worried about another argument in your state. You smiled at him and nodded. You couldn’t run away forever and if things could be patched up you wanted them to be.

  “Hangman,” you started once you were both sitting on the couch. He held up a hand stopping you before you could continue. He cupped your cheek before pressing his forehead to yours.

“(Y/N) I am so sorry. You were completely right about me, I am an egotistical, selfish, stupid, idiot.”

“And a jerk,” you added.

“And a jerk,” Hangman repeated.

“And a crappy pilot,” you pushed.

“Let’s not go that far okay,” he rolled his eyes and you giggled. It made Hangman smile knowing that you still had that reaction when he was around. “But seriously. I shouldn’t have said those things to you last night. It’s my job to take care of you even through childbirth. So I contacted Maverick and he got Rooster to take the mission instead so I can be here for you and our baby.”

You shook your head, “I’m sorry too. I said some things I shouldn’t have and I was being really selfish.”

“No you weren’t,” Hangman held you tighter. “Being a Navy pilot’s wife is hard I know. I ask a lot of you, heck this country asks a lot of you. I need to be more sensitive to your needs. You’re scared, I realize that now. Man, I’m an idiot! You have to shove a baby out and I’m arguing with you.”

You sniffed as hormones got the better of your senses, “I am scared.” The admittance shook Hangman to the core. He didn’t want you to be afraid but you both didn’t know what to expect.

“I don’t want to do this alone,” you whimpered. “But, you also have a duty to your team. To this nation. I’ve always been second place and I knew that when I said yes. So if you are going to get in trouble for not going, I can’t ask you of that Hangman. Please go and be safe.”

Hangman wiped the tears from your eyes that spilled, “It’s okay. You think I’m a stranger of getting into trouble?”

You shook your head, “You stay in enough trouble with me. I can’t imagine what you do to your superior officers.”

Hangman laughed kissing you deeply, “So let me get you home and we’ll have a baby soon okay.”

You stiffened suddenly with eyes blowing wide open. Looking to Hangman with both panic and a little excitement. “Jake?”

“Yeah,” he answered looking anxiously.

“We don’t have to wait,” you breathed trying to get through the sudden shots of pain. “It’s time.”

“Oh crap.”

#Jake Seresin X Reader #Jake Seresin / Reader #Hangman X Reader #Hangman / Reader #Top Gun #Hangman Imagine #Top Gun Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing #Reader Request

[elvenxwarrior]

Quality Time - Mammon

Masterlist

You can also find this posted on my AO3!

Mammon had noticed you had been rather... off, as of late. You weren't as talkative, seemed tired almost all of the time and spent most of your time huddled away in your room.

He didn't like that. He missed you coming straight from class and jumping into his arms and kissing him, telling him about your day or funny things that happened to the rebellious clowns of your class.

You were stressed, overwhelmed and exhausted.

Now you'd just walk with him, attentively listening to what he has to say but not really responding.

-

Mammon knocked on your door, earning a sleepy "Yes?" from inside the room.

"It's The Great Mammon~" He sang, wriggling the door handle, smirking to himself.

"Come in, babe."

He opened the door and slipped inside, making his way over and plonking himself next to you on your bed.

"You okay?" He asked, gently stroking your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

"Mm... I don't know..."

"Well, you're nappin' a lot more and a lot longer than usual... not to mention you've been actin' different when I come to meet ya after class..."

He was now stroking the top of your head, "I'm worried about ya, darlin'..."

A lazy smile crept onto your face, "I know, baby, I've been kinda worried about myself too... Life's just getting a bit overwhelming y'know? All the media, news stories, motivation..."

Mammon listened intently, whilst grabbing your D.D.D. from your bedside.

"Mammon, what are you doing?"

"Muting things."

"Wh-"

"You need a break. Get up, have a shower, get dressed- do whatever ya need to do to get ready and meet me at the entrance, okay?" He placed your D.D.D. back on your stand, and swiftly left the room before you could speak.

You sigh with a smile, shaking your head slightly before kicking your sheets off and heading for a shower.

You were feeling fresh after your shower and decided to leave your hair slightly damp due to the lovely, sunny weather. When it came to putting on some clothes, you chose a light dress (or shorts and a tank top for my readers that don't like dresses!) that would keep you cool in the summer breeze and a pair of converse in a complimentary colour.

You wandered downstairs to the entrance, seeing Mammon stood waiting for you. He wore his signature yellow glasses, with a plain black tank top and white shorts; he was holding a small bag, interesting you.

"There ya ar-" He stopped at the sight of you, "[N-Name]... you look..."

A smile graced his lips, "You look stunnin'!"

You took his arm, "Thank you, sweetie. Now, what have you got planned, and what's with the bag?"

"S'for me to know and you to find out~" He teases, booping your nose slightly.

-

After a short walk from The House of Lamentation, you were at a lovely little park; it was a large field with trees on its perimeter, flowers dotted every so often.

"Mammon... this place is beautiful!" You released his arm, taking a few eager steps ahead of him to get a better view.

"Thought you'd like it... Where d'ya wanna sit?" He was now behind you, placing an arm around your waist.

"I... I like it here. You can see everything..."

You turned as Mammon removed his arm from you, seeing him rooting through the bag he had brought. He pulled out a medium sized blanket and rolled it out onto the soft grass.

"Then here we shall sit!"

You felt all warm and fuzzy in your chest, sitting down next to Mammon on the soft blanket. Mammon was still preoccupied with the bag he had brought with him, pulling out bottles of water, juice and some of the fizzy variety alongside food - human food!

"There was this store I managed to quickly go to, and they actually had a human realm section so I-"

"Wait, wait, wait." You interrupted, "So, not only have you planned this absolutely wonderful picnic date, but The Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed actually spent money for someone else?"

His expression was one of being flustered due to you actually naming this plan as a date and one of slight annoyance, "Well... yeah! I-"

You chuckled lightly, "I'm not complaining, Mammon. This is so nice of you, I appreciate it."

You gave a soft peck to his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder.

"... You're welcome, darlin'..."

#ao3 fanfic #ao3 fic #fanfic #fanfiction #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me x reader #om x reader #gn reader #x gn reader #mammon x reader

[plasticfangtastic]

American Royalty. Epilogue.

A Homelander x F! Reader/Dadlander fic

A/N: Here's the epilogue hope y'all enjoy this last entry, it meant a lot to write this I just can't get enough of Dadlander fics, I hope S4 inspires me to write more dadlander fics or fics were I can put reader-chan or OCs as his spouse-- will post part 2 of the masterlist and update my pin post soon.

Epilogue

American Royalty

Homelander hurried downstairs, fighting with his tie as he rushed to the breakfast table, throwing the red string by the foot of the stairs in frustration, just stopping shyly by a mirror to make sure his hair was nicely combed, his phone buzzing in his back pocket– probably another missed call from an executive or Ashley about the upcoming shareholders meeting.

Forks and plates clink downstairs, as he makes his way past the kitchen where one of the maids is cleaning dirty pans, spotting the back of your head as you serve Ryan some juice.

“Good morning, uncle.” Said Elmo sitting on Homelander’s spot.

“Hello kid that doesn’t live here but still eats for free!”

“Father!” 

“Good Morning, princess.” 

He was quick to wrap his arm on your waist and kiss your temple, pulling a chair as he smoothly disarms himself from you.

He stares at Elmo who at the tender age of 15 is the same height as Homelander, he’s a muscular teen, a perfect 80’s movie jock even wearing a varsity jacket, his superhero suit a perfect match to Helena’s. 

Her jacket hanging on her chair and massively oversized, a puffy bomber jacket only achieving to dwarf her small frame– it’s a strong red, and the inside liner it's made out of Homelander’s own cape, her suit tight on her with a red X framing her chest something that had now began to bother her father, her shortie gloves laid next to her coffee, Elmo's was black with a white X on his chest.

Helena and Elmo were an odd match but that was part of the duet's charm, with her stuck at 1.55 cm in height while he was already 1.85 cm and growing, she was skinny and her hair slightly longer just past her shoulders, her bangs still blocking her eyes.

But as she lifted her face away from her tablet, he was welcomed by a beautiful young girl, Helena had everything that made you beautiful, like a majestic peony– she had blossomed to perfection, so pretty he would rub it in people’s faces about just how pretty his daughter was, even the dark circles under her eyes added character to her features. 

Elmo was a handsome boy and a concern, even if your daughter insisted she had no interest in the tall muscular teen, Homelander had begun to remind himself every so often that he couldn’t harm the child, he couldn’t scare him to keep him in line, for fear that Helena would lash back at him if he touched her best friend.

“No tie?”

“Don’t start princess, now eat something, we got an incredibly long day ahead lots of last minutes meetings–

“It's breakfast!” You interrupted taking a seat by his side– no work talk until you get to the office!”

He took a sip of his milk, turning to Ryan who was in an unspoken competition with Elmo about who could eat the most waffles– Ryan had grown to a handsome young man, a light stubble on his cheeks as he tried to look more mature, his hair messy, still in his pajamas which made Homelander’s eyebrow raise... somehow in this state it reminded him of Butcher specially with the growing beard.

“Excited about today?”

“A bit nervous” He chewed quickly, covering his mouth to speak– but am certain I won’t make a fool of myself in the interview”

“You will not fail the university admission interview. Godolkin would be suicidal to reject the son of Vought CMO and the  brother of the Senior Vice president of research and development.” He smiles– Besides I basically pa–

“Maybe he wants to feel as if he got into Godolkin on his own!” You interjected– Ryan has been a tremendous hero, saved dozens of people and has done everything to stand on his own. You’ll do great Ryan. I’ll be there for you and so will Genevieve.”

You look to your side, her face covered in maple syrup.

She looked up, her long white hair  it’s all puffy and a tad frizzy, short bangs on her forehead pushed back and her thick glasses sliding down as she tries wiping the sticky syrup off her lips, you check that her beige dress isn’t dirty.

“You’re going to take care of your big brother today aren’t you, my dove.” John said with his sweetest voice– gotta help him out when daddy is not around.”

He took a long sip of his milk, he looked past you just to get a good glimpse of his small daughter.

Genevieve had unsurprisingly been born just as different as she was extraordinary, her condition had been a source of concern at first– her vision quite poor, her skin sensitive to the sun and her eyes hurt under any harsh light but the V in her system had kept those ailments in check even if she was quick to sunburn it would heal within a day.

It had worried you as she stopped being baby, as she began to waddle towards her father that somehow Joh would cease to see his precious daughter and instead some sort genetic disappointment.

But John had adored her, every milestone was met with adulation and praise, everything he had missed with the other two he was experiencing them with Genevieve, both glued to the other’s hip, she was more than a clingy child, she refused to leave his side as a baby and a toddler-- at times she would even cried harder when hungry because she had to part her father’s side in order to feed, angry that it was you who was responsible for that… eventually you both learned it was easy to get her to latch if he was also feeding with her (for Homelander insisted on breastfeeding and no bottle) you could accuse him of being improper if he wasn’t cooing and falling asleep with your nipple in his mouth, his eyes fully glazed and his mind somewhere else, it made for an odd sight but you both didn't want broken eardrums plus it was somewhat soothing.

  You jokingly teased to get him a bra with a baby bottle just to make it easier for her– as her cries every once in a while would break the glassware, he briefly considered before thinking it was too much… despite that, her clinginess brought him no grief, those 7 months he stayed home had brought a side of him you’ve never imagine he possessed, he was sweet and gentle, extremely attentive with her… the guilt on his face whenever he did something with Genevieve that he hadn’t done with Ryan and Helena would wear him down– forcing himself to part from the baby to spend time with them as much as he could, your kids went to faraway places, overseas lunches, art galleries anything they wanted just to make sure he wasn’t neglectful… only to get home and immediately remove his little dove from your arms and place her on his chest, sniffing on her hair as if he was doing lines.

 By the time you both went back to work she would only really spend time in Vought’s daycare when Ashley, Ashley’s at the time fiancee or Helena’s PA weren’t available for when he wasn’t able to have her on her arms, eventually nobody minded that he had a baby in his arms, she attended meetings that Helena had no interest in and even those she did alongside her big sister, much to your daughter’s annoyance.

 Everything Genevieve did made him fluster and blush, his cheeks and eyes hurting from how much smiling he did, when her first word were ‘dada’ he was born anew, you remember that afternoon as you tried to clean her diaper while he pester you to do it correctly while unable to do it himself– he hadn’t left her alone for the rest of the week just wanting to get to speak more and more, he was heartbroken when he missed her first step but got it recorded from Ryan.

She loved the new cat he’d bought for Helena for her birthday and for a while the two had a one-sided feud for his daughters affections, even more so for his little dove love who seemed utterly fascinated by the hairless goblin.

 With every year his children spend with him– he grew softer and domestic, something you’ve never anticipated.

And a part of you grew more wicked as you were too happy that Ryan began to call you mom, you weren’t ‘Miss anything’ or Y/N anymore, once you found yourself cuddling him and running down the streets to not miss his school events, or staying till late to help him with a science project you were more than enthused when you realized you had become a normal family, he was your boy too.

You had grown to like this life just as much as he did.

The day he hung the cape he hurt as much as you thought he would. 

Homelander had died but he did not.

He bore his scars both as a reminder of that final battle with William Butcher… a painful victory, but of proof that he had survived to see his children grow.

His face had been scarred– starting from his forehead, crossing his lips and chin to make it down to his neck. 

The destruction of his face had broken him but as he saw that none of his children cared for his injury, only that he was alive and Genevieve would never knew anything else, it made it not just bearable but okay. It had been a hard road, a messy road but here he was still working at Vought, still running things and frightening every soul both above and below his station, finding his talents in Hero management taking Stillwell’s former position soon after then heading the marketing department as of two years ago.

You on the other hand had become co-owner of Lucci, after a second restaurant was opened– a more contemporary casual italian joint still serving award winning pizza but now more contemporary italian fair, part of the success had been the quality and ambiance but  being Homelander’s wife did brought a fair amount of foot traffic to your restaurants– it was far from what you’ve hoped to achieve but you had a business, away from Vought’s Tower after that little accident that cost Homelander his face nearly destroyed the company.

But like the flu, it came back the next season just the same.

“So ‘The Watch’ got the green light for being debuted at the shareholder’s meeting, the rest of the team arrived last night after that fuck up with United… and we have hours of photoshoots today” Elmo said as he read his father’s message.

Even with the events that took Homelander’s cape it did not kill his worth to the company, his children now carried the burden to live up to the legacy, which meant continuing with the superhero business.

Nigel had become your daughter’s manager and with Homelander as the one running the department it was a guarantee success, Helena had cared very little about the job, only doing the tag-team work to make you and Homelander happy, to her it was only worth it as just another way to keep her foot in as many aspects of her company as she could juggle.

Tragically she had to work as a Supe and you could tell how much she hated it by the grimace she was trying to hide.

“I just said no work… that includes you Elmo.”

“Sorry Ms. Gillman but Dad won’t stop messaging me.”

Homelander looked at his phone staring at a pic of the final line-up after they arrived to the airport, proud of his selection, he had vetted them, tested them and had been working closely with all of them for their debuts… perhaps Helena’s intellect was partially inherited.

“Is okay honey… is a stressful week… 'The Watch' is a 15 year long project… The industry has had a rough couple of years but test audiences and online response has been overwhelmingly positive, so Vought is very nervous about this launch… and we know Nigel and Sven are mostly nervous about Phantasma.”

“I’m not going to fuck it up, I just don’t want to do this nonesense. I'm busy.”

“The suit gets your funding. V30 might’ve been a success but the rest of your research is dependent on your public image.”

Helena grumbled not wanting to air out dirty iodine stained laundry, she looked down to see the family cat pawing at her leg asking for bacon which she happily obliged.

You settled in the entrance, trying to apply sunscreen to Genevieve as she seemed bothered by this new brand’s smell.

“It's not that bad, my dove.” Homelander came in holding two ties in his hand but no Helena, Elmo behind him looking stressed out– you have to bear it. It's good for you”

“It's yucky!”

“Daddy and mom just want you to be safe out there in the sun… I’ll go buy you a nicer one later, I promise.” He was considering firing the maid who purchased the wrong sunscreen in the first place but he would run it by you later– but first you need to go and take care of your big brother… think of this as your own suit.” He said with a smile.

“Is not a suit! Is cream!”

Her voice was airy, he handed you the ties and took the bottle of your hands instead, kneeling to press a fresh dot on her chin, she pouted but let it happen.

As he got up you wrapped a light blue string on his neck, tying it with more ease than he could ever muster, while Genevieve skipped towards the entrance to find her brother.

“I thought we’d skip the rebellious years with her.”

“What, you think Helena is out of hers?” you lightly chuckle– Ryan wasn’t too bad tho.”

“Ryan was delightful… Helena… thank god she’s Elmo’s problem most of the time.” he said while shaking his head.

“I’m not dating Elmo!” Helena came down with a large messenger bag under her arm and her tablet in the other– even if they love us online.”

“Your dad didn’t mean it like that… more like am your babysitter”

“Say that again and I’ll break your jaw.” she said sharply.

“Always so feisty… I feel bad for your teammates.” You say as your daughter grumbles.

They headed outside bickering about the usual things.

“You look handsome.” Your hands flatten his lapels, getting a feel of his suit– I’ll take Ryan and Genevieve out for lunch so make sure you and Helena eat, don't make me call Elmo.”

“If you ignore these” he pointed at his scars and the slight drop on his left eye– "I tell you at this rate we might have to adopt this kid.”

Admittedly you two had given him his own guest bedroom, and his parents just took you as their designated babysitter as they work and traveled for work tirelessly, but when the superhero business took place it was them who handle it, as you stayed home with the other two kids… regardless in his own way Homelander was fond of the kid who also ate him out of house and home.

“I think you look handsome with the scars…” You whispered.

Your arms wrapped themselves on his shoulders, he grinned sliding his hands into your hips and into your ass, giving you a playful squeeze.

“As I always say… it makes you look distinguished… is sexy.” he smiled for the breathy voice turned him on.

“I think the older I get the worse they get…”

“Oh John… the gray hairs and the scar just makes me wanna fuck you in the coat’s closet before you head for work.” you whispered with a moan.

You kissed him, the peck turned passionate, he lifted you just enough to make a passing maid fluster, your hands trying to control themselves to not mess up his hair, you squeezed at his neck and shoulders as his tongue explored yours.

“There’s children here!” 

Ryan covered his eyes, trying to rush past you two as he mimed some gagging, rushing to his bedroom to pick up a forgotten item before returning back down with a gust of wind.

“After you drop the kids… swing by the office” He leaned into your ear, his hand still in your ass– please. babe”

“Those fingers better be warm for me.”

He purred into your lips, hesitant to stop kissing you but as he heard your daughter shout about being late, he reluctantly freed you, as the maid handed you your coat.

As you followed, a small group had already formed on the street catching selfies with Elmo, Helena hid her face behind her gas mask wishing she could flip her finger to the annoying crowd as she entered the car after forcing herself to pose for some photos– Homelander waved you goodbye after kissing Genevieve. 

Ryan and Genevieve are already in the car by the time the crowd disperses and Homelander’s car departs.

“What?” Ryan still looked grossed out, his ears already picked up on what his parents had discussed– hey somebody is gonna have to kept your dad in a good mood when he finds out you’re applying for the Performing Arts program”

“I shouldn’t have to lie to him about not wanting to be a superhero.”

“Being a superhero is what will get your foot in Hollywood. The indie scene can be kind to you but if you want to be the next ‘Guillermo Del Toro’ or Miyasaki– you need to keep that suit to impress future investors, producers and studios.”

“So the same thing he says to Helena… he’s going to kill me.” He mumbles.

“Just dedicate your first Palme D’Or to your father… he’s gonna kill you over making animated movies instead of ‘real’ films more likely.”

He scoffed.

“Daddy don’t get angries!.” Genevieve took a juice box out of her backpack, struggling with her little chubby fingers to remove the plastic off the straw– you guys are meanies!”

“Oh Genevieve… you’re right… Daddy is a saint” You help her out, too young to catch the sarcasm– just let me handle your father.”

You leaned towards him, placing your hand on his lightly stubbled face after handing your daughter her juice, looking at him with adoring eyes, he was your sweet boy you could almost see a younger Homelander in him… no… a young John.

“Your father will be mad for a minute but the moment he sees a whole theater room fawning after your work… when he sees you happy beaming with pride… he’ll be crying while starting a round of applause if anything he’ll be so cringy… Leave it to me… besides you’re not staying in Godolkin anyhoo.”

“NYU in two years…” He leaned into your hand– He did… made a big deal when I qualified for South by Southwest… and… he did got pretty upset about not qualifying for that other one…”

“He was looking forward to booking those flights to England” You smiled softly– let him throw his tantrum, my sweet boy. I’ll be right there if you need me, Ryan.”

“Thanks mom.”

Homelander stood beside Nigel and Ashley as the photoshoot took place, a couple heads from marketing and media relations hovered around, the director of photography assistant drone on about the shoot but Homelander paid her very attention, his sight on the computer screen analyzing the images, ensuring his daughter got the best angles, he made his way to interrupt the photographer as he picked  “bad” shots, the man was used to helicopter parents trying to do his job in his behalf but superhero suit or not… nobody fail to recognize Homelander, so he listened.

“Her chin looks fat.” He mutters, the man swallows and just nods moving towards his assistant to take his camera once more, Helena scoffs ready for another round of torture– she better look perfect in these concept photos.”

The man nods rapidly.

“Show your powers a bit, princess.” He says towards her– "whose idea was to do a photoshoot in civilian clothes…?”

Homelander turned to Nigel.

“Makes them seem fresh. If they look stylish and beautiful in and out of the suit. People will eat it up… it would be easier if we could recreate what made ‘The Seven’ succeed, and other teams that try to be of that caliber but this isn’t meant to appeal to only the American market, so this works… heroes these days have to be approachable not godly figures …trying to set up a global network of superheroes alongside juiced-up V30 soldiers has been tricky.” Said Ashley-- so we gotta play perfectly."

He rolled his eyes, fidgeting with his phone, getting a glimpse at the other supes waiting for the turn or getting their make-up retouched.

“I feel like we should’ve been doing this 30 years ago to have some older supes in the different territories but this mentorship program was a genius move, Homelander, sir.” Ashley spoke proudly– but the girls are the best representatives of Vought and their countries.”

“Just shipping our recyclable waste overseas.” He chuckles in a creepy manner as his sight focuses on the other heroes– "I almost feel bad for Roman Candle, having to be stuck with Deep in Greece.”

“She has a good sense of humor about it” Ashley smiles at her direction– hopefully he stays there.”

The team was a pretty visually pleasant group, Phantasma and Poltergeist as reps of the American division, Roman Candle– a pyrokinetic Supe representing Southern Europe, the tomboy of the team, her playful pixie cut messy around her golden lyra band, her face covered in freckles, her suit a toga with a chainmail dress beneath, and armor gauntlets and boots, then there was Hex Trap– a powerful illusionist falling into her trap meant having a schizophrenia speedrun representing Northern Africa, her suit was rather casual, a victorian long sleeve blouse, leather shorts, fishnets, black combat boots, and gothic accessories, Hex was a statuest teenager, her hair long and braided and very much french-raised but they had another candidate for western Europe so Homelander handed her Norththen Africa; next to Elmo was La Tunda– a shapeshifter who could turn herself into a frightening beast, she was body positive but not offensive according to Homelander’s team, she was well liked in her country had she not been strong he wouldn’t have given her the opportunity, he had supervise her re-debut makeover– her outfit quite small and her middrift was a bit exposed but it was cheaper in the long run for her to destroy less material, and finally to her left about to have her donut re-fried was the team’s visual–  Joro-Spider a successful model, a dancer, social media influencer, a real idol and the representative of East Asia, her long black hair gave her an elegant look and her black, yellow and red suit her half hoodie and sneakers gave her a cool modern look, she was the 2nd most popular after Elmo leaving Helena 3rd in her own team, it aggrevated Homelander but she was a big draw for audiences.

Homelander didn’t hesitate to laser that half-eaten donut making the girl squeal as she dropped the evaporating pastry.

“That’s your third.” She hides her face knowing not to piss him off– go wash your face.”

She runs trying not to cry.

“Ashley… why is Joro’s hair fucking neon-yellow?” He noticed the tips she was hiding in her hood– why was I not notified!?” He screamed.

“She showed up this morning like that!! We already talked to her parents but her fans” she nearly dropped her phone trying to unlock it to show him the hair reveal post, his ire calmed down at the sight of 200K and counting likes– it's a hit.”

“Tell her to come by my office after we are done here.”

Neither Ashley nor Nigel argued with him.

Late afternoon came and all he had left to deal with was the remnants of Helena’s tantrum, each photoshoot had driven her mad, and now she had locked herself in a closet, chunks of her hair trailing her path into the closet.

“Helena I can break this door, or Elmo can faze into that closet and get you out… but I don’t want to do any of that… I want you to come out. I’m not angry.”

He could see her cowering beneath some coats, he had displaced the crowd leaving them alone in the dressing room, he dropped to the ground resting by the door.

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to stress you out… I know between the shareholder meeting, your research and your hero duties you have enough on your plate… but this is a big thing for the both of us… for me… it would be easier if you could just be Dr. Gillman.”

“Can I?” Her voice was a squeak.

“Not yet… not until you take over Vought… after that you can be just my perfect and sweet daughter.”

The door opened slightly, she crawled towards her dad, letting herself be cradled in his arms, sniffling loudly, her once long hair had been cut short, barely passing the lengths of her chin, it was a choppy mess even more so than before, he rested his chin on her head as he wrapped her tight.

“‘The Watch’ means a lot to me… after Butcher did this to me… after his hooligans almost took down Vought… I thought it was over but with you… with you by my side we have worked so hard to rebuild this empire… I’ve worked so freaking hard to get my crown back just for you… just so I have something to give you… I know it's killing you, but this is the only way to bring together our fractured kingdom… for you to lead this new generation of Supes to greatness. We’re American royalty, Helena… it does not come easy to have so many burdens.”

Helena clung to his suit, trying to not pout any further, trying to stop herself from crying.

“The world needs us… it needs your brilliant mind to guide it… in 10 years I don’t doubt you’ll be the head of Vought and no doubt the rest of the world’s superheroes would be under your loyal command… but we can’t get there if we don’t make sacrifices.” he kissed her head, burying his nose in her hair, as he coddled her– or you rather hand your crown to Elmo? Ryan?"

“No… You think the public will love me? I’m not you… am not pretty… I can’t actually fly… am not even that tall! And I suck with people!”

“You are the most beautiful girl in the whole world. When I was your age I was locked in a cage having to practice speaking to people via intercoms and phones… and now I give amazing speeches! Is a skill that you can learn, and flying is cool... is a great selling point but you’re strong and a genius.” He kissed her again, glad that she was still so little compared to him– You’re my daughter and your mother’s daughter… you can do it… for a little bit longer.”

“Maybe Genevieve will like being a hero… it’s hard.”

“It’d be nice if at least one of you does.” His smile is slightly forced but he can’t bring himself to be upset– just to make me happy.”

“She can fly already.” She sounded mad against his chest.

“My little dove lives up to her name… but we need to build a world for her… a world for us Supes and you’re the only one that can do that.”

“I just have to work for a little longer for mom’s and your future…” She lifted her head not trying to get out of her father’s embrace, he looked down at his hand pulling on her nose playfully– I won’t waste 10 years of hard work over some shitty photoshoot. Sorry.”

Butcher had nearly taken everything from her, she had to do everything to make sure Vought would remain, she had to protect her mother’s livelihood and her father’s too, so here she was consumed by anxiety, slashing the hair that’s been played, pulled and burnt, sprayed and washed all day– her nose burning from all the chemicals and oils.

“Let’s go back to the office… that’s enough for today… you got your daddy’s talents! There’s more than enough good shots already, shame that your teammates are so god awful at this… you did great… amazing…” he kissed her forehead gently pushing her away from him, as they struggled to stand up– my sweet girl… you will do amazing things as the head of “The Watch” Vought better watch out..”

“The world you mean.”

He looked at her hair, lifting a few choppy strands in-between his fingers, letting out a soft chuckle.

“I can make this work. Leave it to dad.” he winked.

“Thanks… dad.”

The two-day extravaganza was about to culminate, the fair and meetings had almost ended and the new international team’s first iteration had been a resounding success, Homelander had been approached by his team regarding representatives for India and a NATO backed hero for the eastern bloc, a couple names being thrown: a young man from Hungary and a young woman from Ukraine… he wanted to kept the female ratio high due to future sex-appeal and to foster audiences to view these heroines like daughters or nieces that they wanted to support and watch grow… and maybe with time also fuck– he turned to Also Ashley to politely reject all male prospectives for the time being.

He took a long sip of his ginger ale as Ashley and other execs discussed providing China with their own supe after tentatively selling some small quantities of V30 just to test the waters… he scoffed at the idea, almost colliding with Andrew their stupid CFO over it, it would be easier if he could just rip his jaw off instead of repeating himself, it was weird to be the sensible one on the table for once, leaving the room before he actually killed a man, his eyes constantly flaring as the discussion heated up.

You nudge at his shoulder, inside the basketball stadium that has been transformed to encapsulate the magnitude of Vought, there was the lounge… ‘The Seven Oasis’– the acquisition of the Brooklyn Nets and the Barclay Centre had been divisive but sports was always a good source of income– It was paying off to have your own facility especially after such aggressive expansions.

You both stared at the floor below where only 1 hour ago The Watch officially debuted, the electricity was still in the air as the girls were still on stage partaking in a Q&A, after a lengthy introductory documentary, showing their profiles and accolades.

He turned to see you in an elegant but simple cream coloured two piece suit, in your hand a glass of moscato.

“Ryan is a natural in front of the camera… remember when he was just a shy little thing?” You said resting your weight against him, he shifted lightly on his seat to make you more comfortable, as Ryan and some attractive woman hosted the panel presentation– The Patriot… he plays the role flawlessly, hard to believe it's Ryan under the mask.”

His brows lowered and his lower jaw pushed forward.

“You cannot keep giving me the silent treatment, it's been days.” You remark but he didn’t make a sound– can’t believe it took me 10 years of putting up with you for you to finally leave me alone… guess my back can finally rest.’

He put his ginger ale down, glad that the room was so private, away from the relentless onslaught of annoying execs, Joro was delighting the audiences showing her powers as she swung across the ceiling with increasingly more unpredictable and aggressive movements, it was quite the sight getting the crowd rowdy, he looked away to give you a murderous look.

“I swear we told you.”

“Don’t gaslight me. The one who does the gaslighting in this relationship it's me!” He remarked with a bark– you should’ve told me!”

“Well what’s done is done.” You tried to keep a confident look on your face– now what are you going to do about it?”

“What can I do? Make Ryan hate me!? Just gotta smile like a good boy and deal with it!”

“Exactly!”

“I love you too.” He said with heavy sarcasm, He looked back on the stage listening to Elmo discussing his exploits in Ontario, his goals for protecting the America’s and looking forward to heading down to Mexico– He will continue his Superhero duties! Let him try being fucking Scorcese all he wants but he’s not taking the suit off!”

He smashed his fist on the armrest, breaking it with ease, younger you would have jumped in fright but now it was but a lull, no palpable sense of danger in his actions, you took a short sip of your drink putting it down on the floor, your ears picking up on Elmo’s answering the never ending barrage of dating rumors, being a handsome boy surrounded by a bunch of cute girls certainly put him in a phenomenal position but he treated the answer with respect saying that these girls were like family to him.

Homelander eyes spark as the question became about Helena, he awaited the idiot’s response but Elmo was more than genuine when he spoke of her like her sister, the bastard did sleep in his house enough, he even ended his answer referring to Homelander as his uncle, looking into the booth with a wink– Helena was doing her best to stay still glad that her gasmask covered half her face and her bangs hid her eyes so nobidy saw her pissed off expression, the interviewer turned to Helena about the same question.

“Too busy.” Her tone was playful– maybe when am older and not helping take care of the country! Just not with this doofus!” She elbowed him playfully.

Ryan gave her an approving nod, definitely acting like the good older brother he was, as he reviewed the next question and quickly proceeded to ask the one after.

The audience seemed happy about that, Homelander relaxed turning back to you.

“You have my support there… The Patriot won’t fade away… our boy isn’t stupid, he knows being a super puts him in a better spot than others… but I better have your support for his dreams, in the same way I have supported this grand vision of yours… in the same way you and I have supported Helena.” You rested your chin on his elbow– remember when Helena graduated from MIT… how happy you were?” 

He could still see his little 11 year old in her cap, a couple murmurs irritated him as they were incredulous to see a small child on stage, he had taken the job of her driver: flying her back and forth, he was happier when she went to Cornell just to make the trips shorter, her bubble was useful but you both were too worried about her going on her own meeting planes, birds and god knows what else.

He was one of those embarrassing parents that evening.

“Am not upset about him not pursuing Crime Fighting… am upset about being lied to… of course I’ll support him! What kind of dad would I be if I stayed mad about it!?”

“I’m glad you are still doing your best.” You stroke his chin letting him kiss your palm as he follows your tender gestures– Maybe we should start heading downstairs to meet the rest of the execs… heard from Ashley, Russia is throwing some big numbers.” 

“Oh geez can’t wait for ‘The Cold War 2: Electric boogaloo edition’ these fucking idiots… Where’s Genevieve? She’s probably tired or high on sugar” he started getting up leaving his mess for somebody else to clean, offering you a hand to help stand up– you look great… that skirt makes your ass look amazing, hope the whole place knows just how good my wife’s ass is…” He gave your behind a light smack as you foolishly took the lead– better than wine.”

“She’s with Ashley’s wife, and thank you… you look cute in a turtleneck… maybe I get to see you out of it.”

As you left the suite, he stopped himself by the door looking into the crowd as ‘The Watch’ began to leave the stage.

“Was it worth it? Getting married and living with me and such.”

He could hear Helena's heartbeat finally calming down, Hearing Ryan speak kindly into her ear. You stared at him unsure as to what brought this on but whatever his ear was picking up might’ve stressed him out.

“I’m happy. I don’t recognize myself some mornings. But I didn’t think I was going to make it back then, always afraid CPS or Vought would take my kid away… wondering if I had a future to give her… then I realized I don’t want to recognize that old me…”

“Sometimes I miss that voice in my head but I don’t think I want him to come back… I like this… I like us… I like the Gillman’s… even the cat,  that fat lazy naked cat.”

“You love that cat, you give him chamomile and oat baths so his skin stays healthy!” You laughed thinking of Homelander and that tiny goblin mewling as he stroked his paws with some soothing balm cream made for cats– I like this too… I like that we made it work.”

“And you… you like me? Like you liked me the first time?” you were a bit incredulous at hearing this 50 year old man sound like a teen for the moment, his hand heavy on the door but jittery– I like you… like you lots.”

You blushed, trying to calm down as he swayed lightly on his toes.

“Well you certainly don’t come home covered in blood and guts as often, like when we first met… Jesus you ruined so many nice tops because you were such a messy but sweet boy… shame… I wouldn’t mind getting rid of some shirts” you giggled, you were always a little messed up, you had to be to find him lovely in the first place– I like you… a lot… so…do… you wanna go out on a date with me then?”

You twirled with your hair, biting on your lip trying to be cheesy, here you were a teenage girl  asking your crush on the school yard once again.

“Y-Y-Yes!” He swallowed, looking genuinely nervous– Should I get covered in blood for our date?”

“Maybe… altho maybe we should save that up for after Ryan moves to campus, Helena should be busy at work… and I get Ashley and her wife to babysit Genevieve… they want some more practice before the adoption finalizes…so promise?”

“Promise.”

His eyes glowed in a way no superpowered laser ever could imitate, he held your hand as he closed the door behind.

You both thinking about where to go for your next date.

“Maybe we could go furniture shopping and get a singular bed for our bedroom…” He said nervously.

“Maybe” You winked at him.

The end.

A/N: lowkey want to write a sequel to thsi fic but centering on Helena as she tries to be a hero one day so this its baity, also Helena is canonically a lesbian so she'll never be with Elmo as to how Homie will react well I always write him as canon Bi but he doesn't know she's gay yet so who knows.

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Destiny & Deliverance: Chapter 5

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Series Rating: Explicit (18+)

Series Summary: Natalia Cohen is experiencing major life changes, beginning with leaving an emotionally abusive husband. She is learning how to navigate life on her own while dealing with high functioning anxiety, depression, and mild PTSD. Everything is looking up for her. She is a highly respected consultant for a major LA firm, has her best friend, Lauren, by her side, and is on her path to healing. Everything changes when she meets a handsome and broken stranger on a work trip. He turns out to be a well-known actor, with a heart-breaking past. They quickly develop a connection that will forever alter their lives. 

Warnings: Themes dealing with mental health, emotional trauma, alcohol use, and discussions about suicide. There will be fluff, tears, spicy language, and smut. This will be a slow burn type of story. Read at your own risk.

Chapter Quote: “You couldn’t stop thinking about apologizing or kissing me?"

On Wednesday, I awoke when my alarm went off. Did I sleep through his alarms today? I must have been out of it. I was hot and sweaty. I felt like I had been dreaming but couldn’t recall what it was about. I groggily headed toward the shower. I stood under the hot shower stream longer than I probably should have before I started to wash my hair. I was moving slowly through my entire routine. I felt like I had a mild hangover and was not looking forward to the workday. 

As I was digging through my clothes, I realized all the undergarments that I had left were a little too sexy in nature and not the most comfortable. I silently cursed myself for letting Lauren help me pack, even though me doing it alone most likely would have resulted in a panic attack. I sighed to myself, settling on a lacy white set that was the least offensive, then I got dressed. Today it was black fitted high waisted palazzo pants that zipped up the back, a matching blazer, and light pink sleeveless blouse with a lace trimmed white Cami underneath. I pulled my straightened hair back into my usual low bun. I actually felt cute today. The pants hugged me in all the right places and gave me a little confidence boost that helped improve my mood. I was barely ready on time and had to hurry downstairs to meet Joe. As usual, he met me with coffee and scone in hand. I was thankful for it this morning. 

I was surprised to not find Megan waiting for me when I arrived. I momentarily wondered if I would have any issues entering the building, but once I reached the security checkpoint, they told me to go through without checking my bag or requiring that I go through the metal detector. All I could do was shake my head as I walked toward the elevator. 

When the elevator doors opened to the correct floor, Megan was standing there, looking very impatient. I smiled at her as I exited the elevator and asked if everything was ok. 

“Yes, I’m sorry I wasn’t there to meet you this morning. I was just on my way down. I was having some trouble getting the printer moved to the secondary conference room for you.” 

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I don’t expect you to meet me every morning. I think I can find my way now.” I gave her a reassuring smile, hoping it might help her relax some. 

“So today should be fun. I am going to start running data checks. There is a possibility I may need a second set of eyes or hands.”

“Sounds good. I’m really excited about this part. I am curious to see how all this works. I think it’s fascinating.”

“Well, I think you may be the first to ever say that. Most people want no part of it.” 

Megan led me to the secondary conference room that required ID scan entry. It was a large space that housed an executive style table that took up most of the room, but it was all slightly smaller than the first one we met in. I started getting set up and laid some of my paperwork out across the table. There was a method to my madness that did unfortunately involve killing some trees. I am a very visual person, so a lot of the time it helps me to lay things out instead of switching between multiple windows on a small laptop screen. 

My first step was to start running some of the unaltered data download spreadsheets through a program that compared data from multiple servers and also checked for data irregularities and notable patterns. It could be a slow and tedious process depending on the size of the data load and looking at the past six years’ worth of information was a lot. 

About two and a half hours in, while processing the financial data, something caught my attention. During each payment period, there was always one account outlier in the losses column. The same account never had consecutive losses within that range. I suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline, convinced this could be something. 

I pulled up the profit and loss statement report pdfs that I had reviewed earlier in the week. It hadn’t been completely obvious to me at that point because of the way they were presented. I hit print. Once they were finished printing, I called for Megan to bring some tape and to come assist me. I had her sort them out by year. Then I asked her to hang them on the wall alphabetically by account name then in the order of the month and date. I also had her highlight the outliers on each report. She initially looked at me like I was crazy but didn’t question it. She did as I asked. I alternated between helping her and setting more data to run through my software. By the time we were finished, almost all four walls were completely covered in these reports. I stood back, staring at them. Trying to figure out how to piece it all together. 

I grabbed a pen and started writing large visible numbers on the reports in the order that the outliers occurred. There was one full cycle of the spike in losses for each account. No repeats. I stepped back again, staring at it with a half grin on my face while shaking my head. 

“Megan, would you mind letting Mr. Carrington know that I will not be available for lunch today please. I think I’ve just found something that needs my attention.”    

Megan looked at me, wide-eyed. She nodded before walking out of the room. She returned several minutes later, eager to help. We both went through numbering each cycle for the outliers. It was the same every time. One full cycle through the accounts with no repeats before it started over. However, each cycle had a different order.

I sat down in a rolling chair, turning in circles to look around the room. What now? There had to be more. I leaned my head back as I rubbed my hands down my face, trying to think. Megan excused herself to go grab our lunch delivery. I figured this might be a good time to take a bathroom break. When I rounded the corner walking to the bathroom, I passed Jay Brooks. He gave me a polite hello but didn’t stop to chat. His demeanor seemed off. I had a suspicious feeling about him.

When I got back from the bathroom, Megan had returned with our lunch. As soon as I walked toward her, she leaned into me while looking around slightly paranoid. She started speaking quietly.  

“So, it may be nothing, but when I was coming back, I saw Mr. Brooks attempting to swipe into this room. He never uses this room for anything.”   

“That is interesting indeed. Let’s get back to work.” 

We both ate while we stared at the walls. There was something about the changes in the numbers. 

“I think I have an idea,” I said rather loudly as I dropped my food down on the table, causing Megan to jump. I grabbed my laptop and made a copy of the financial data spreadsheet. I quickly removed all the losses marked as outliers and moved those over to another excel tab. I went through and got the average losses for each year. Then, I went to the other tab and deducted those corresponding year’s average from each of the outliers. What I was left with literally had me bursting out in laughter. 

“What a fucking idiot.”

“What is it?” 

“When I account for the average losses across all accounts for that year and minor fluctuations, then subtract them from these outliers, I get basically the same difference for each account. These first two years, it’s a one-point five percent spike. It went up to two percent for a few years and it’s now holding steady at two-point five percent each time one spikes. It’s statistically impossible for that to be happening naturally for that many accounts.”

I wasn’t sure if Megan followed any of that. It was a lot to process. She just stared at me, wide-eyed before speaking. 

“So, what you're saying is, someone is skimming a specific percentage from one account at a time on a rotation? Which would cause a spike in the losses, right?”

“You got it. He got greedy and started raising that percentage which made it even more obvious this last little bit. I can’t believe the accountant didn’t catch this.”

“I don’t think the accountant checked all the accounts because there are so many. He randomly picked them and asked for that specific data.”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

Megan gave me a serious look as she shook her head. That would most likely be why it wasn’t caught. 

Now I had proof that malicious activity was happening, I just had to figure out how. I quickly looked back through all the audit trails relating to Mr. Brook’s accounts. There was nothing there. Everything looked legitimate. 

“Can you ask the head of the IT department if he is available to see me, please?”

“Of course,” Megan said as she went to make the call. 

Several minutes later, I knocked on Sam’s door. He called out for me to come in. I inquired about who has access to the mainframe and about security for that room. Sam said there were currently no cameras pointing directly at the entry door to that room, but there were some on adjoining hallways. 

I realized there are also bathrooms on the same hallway as that space, so it would be hard to say definitively that someone was going into the mainframe room based on the camera footage. 

I then had Sam pull up a list of IP addresses that had accessed specific data files on the mainframe, he noted that it was only the mainframe workstation listed to run scheduled automated jobs, most being done late in the evening.  

“Sam, who has access to the mainframe workstation?”

“Technically, all the Senior level staff. Their ID card will get them in the room, and they have the admin credentials.” 

“Seriously? Why?” I didn’t even give him a chance to answer before continuing.

“You know what, never mind. It doesn’t matter at this point. Can you get me room access information for the last six months and the automated job schedules by tomorrow please? 

“Of course, I can. Anything else?”

“No, that’s it for now. Thank you.”

I left Sam’s office and walked back to the secondary conference room. I found Mr. Carrington and Megan there. Mr. Carrington’s face showed confusion as he looked around the room. I started to walk him through today’s discoveries, his confusion turned to aww. He said that he was impressed with my unconventional methods. Laughing as he looked around the room.

“I don’t want to leave this up overnight in case someone gets in here,” he stated. 

“Of course. I had planned to take pictures and shred everything before I leave.”

“I’ll let you get to it then. Megan, please help her dispose of this after she’s done.”

Megan gave a slight nod as I moved to pull out my high-definition professional camera from my bag. I methodically started taking pictures of small sections of the walls. As I would finish with one section, Megan would pull them down and shred them. We finished just as it was time to call it quits for the day. She and I were both feeling worn out as the adrenaline started to wear off, but we were still excited by what we had accomplished. We said our goodbyes, then I headed downstairs to meet Joe. 

It was close to six when Joe pulled up in front of the hotel. I felt giddy from today’s discoveries and anxious to see Dieter. Joe parked the car and opened my door, giving me his usual spiel. I quickly made my way inside and grabbed the back corner booth in the restaurant. I took off my blazer as I sat down because I was feeling hot suddenly. Bartender Tim made his way over and asked what I would be having. I asked for some mozzarella sticks and opted for a fruity mixed drink rather than wine and water. I had a good day, so I was feeling something a little extra. I pulled out my laptop to work on my report and looked through a few more datasets while I waited. 

About forty-five minutes later, Dieter came in through the front entrance. I didn’t even have to see him to know. I could literally feel him. I looked up as he was walking into the restaurant. Our eyes focused on each other. The biggest smile spread across his face as he approached the booth. He was wearing dark colored jeans and a fitted white t-shirt, both of which were hugging him in ways that should be illegal. His hair was messy, hanging down over his forehead and he was wearing the black rimmed glasses. He was also still sporting just a hint of facial hair. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to control myself. The glasses were taking it over the top. He looked like he had had a good day. Hopefully that meant he got the news he had been waiting for. 

He slid into the booth, still smiling with the sweetest look on his face. His energy was infectious. He turned to face me, took a deep breath, and said, “I got the part!”

I did a little clap, and I stomped my feet simultaneously. I was excited for him. I leaned toward him and gave him a side hug and a small rub on his back as I said congratulations. Yeah, I was shamelessly flirting with this guy again. Clearly, I was already feeling the effects from my mixed drink. 

He put in his order with bartender Tim. He too ordered a mixed drink and another round of mozzarella sticks. He asked how my day had gone and I shared the new developments. Excited that I was finally on to something. He was full of questions and wanted to know every little detail as to how I had figured things out. He finished his drink off quickly as he listened.  

“I think you literally just blew my mind. You’re too fucking smart.” he said with a laugh and shook his head in disbelief as he leaned back against the booth. 

“Not really, the computer does most of the work for me. The rest is just recognizing patterns and reasoning.” I said, taking another sip of my drink. 

“However, please feel free to continue to stroke my ego. I won’t argue too much.”

His eyes met mine and he continued to chuckle at my response. There was a look in his eyes that was unreadable. We sat staring at each other for a moment. His eyes briefly dropped down to my mouth as I bit my bottom lip, then down to his drink. He adjusted in his seat. Then, rubbed his left thumb across his bottom lip and down the side of his face before resting it on his right shoulder, giving it a small squeeze as he exhaled. I continued to look at him a moment longer. He looked slightly flushed. The energy between us had shifted. It was electric. At that moment, I knew tonight was going to be interesting and I was one hundred percent on board with it. I basically gave up any sense of control I was holding on to. It was one of my few “fuck it” moments that I was probably going to regret, and again, I didn’t event care.

I interrupted the silence, “We should get a shot to celebrate. We both had success today.” 

He laughed at my enthusiasm and agreed. I slid out of the booth and asked him what he wanted. He opted for a shot of whisky. I walked up to the bar to get Tim’s attention and asked for two shots of whisky. As I waited, I could see Dieter’s reflection in the mirror behind the bar. He definitely looked me up and down, then quickly looked away. The pants I wore today were a good choice I thought to myself as bartender Tim passed me the shots.  

I sat back down with the drinks; we clinked the glasses together before downing them. We continued chatting for a while about anything and everything. Movies, books, music, all the typical topics. Playfully arguing with each other when we disagreed on something. Both of us sneaking in brief touches here and there. I had shifted to face him in the booth, with my leg bent up on the seat. He kept touching my thigh when he would laugh about something I said. Even giving a gentle squeeze occasionally. It was taking my mind to places it shouldn’t be. I could feel the tension between us building. 

Around ten o’clock, my phone buzzed on the table. It was Lauren. One short message asking how tonight went. I didn’t answer. She was going to be pissed at me. I looked at the time.

“Oh, it's nearly ten o’clock. Geez, that was fast. I guess they’ll be closing soon.”

I sat my phone back on the table. Feeling disappointed. Dieter looked a little disappointed too. 

“Time flies when you're having fun I guess,” he said as he finished off his latest drink. I finished off mine too. We settled our bill, then we both stood, making sure we had all our things. I grabbed a mozzarella stick and stuck it in my mouth as I walked in front of him toward the exit. He started laughing at me and shaking his head. I wasn’t completely drunk, but I still had a good buzz going at this point. Completely at ease and enjoying myself. I hadn’t really been like this in years. It was kind of nice to let loose if I was being honest.

We both got on the elevator. Being in such close quarters had my nerve endings on fire while the smell of his cologne wafted around me. My head felt foggy. It took us a minute to realize that neither of us had hit the number for our floor. We looked at each other and started laughing as he reached over to hit the number 9. He backed into the corner next to me, our arms touching. The elevator jerked as it started its ascent, causing me to stumble on my unsteady feet and fall against him. The length of our bodies touching as he caught me from falling. We both froze momentarily. I looked up at him to give my apologies, but no words left my mouth. My eyes dropped to his lips. He leaned in halfway and stopped with a questioning look on his face. I closed the distance between us and kissed him. I reached up and put my hands on the back of his neck, giving his hair a little tug as we both deepened the kiss. His hands tightened around my waist, pulling me in closer.

We broke apart when the elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Staring at each other, wide-eyed. I think we were both in shock over what just happened. I gave him a shy smile and walked past him down the hallway toward my suite. My fingers over my lips the whole way. The heat from his lips, still present. I could feel him following closely behind me. I caught his reflection in the glass of a picture frame at the end of the hall as we approached our suites. He had his hands in his pockets and was watching me with a hint of a smile on his face.    

We reached his door first. I took a deep breath before I turned around to tell him good night. He was looking at me intently. His eyes were unreadable. He opened his mouth like he was about to say something but stopped. He reached up to push a stray piece of hair out of my face that had fallen loose at some point and then smiled. 

“I should be free tomorrow evening if you want to hang out again…I know it’s your last day here, so feel free to tell me no, if you have other plans.”

I smiled, “No, no other plans. I’ll be right here. In the hotel, I mean.”

My eyes shifted down, realizing my brain was failing me as he kept looking at me. All I could think about doing was dragging him into my room. I shook my head to clear it and smiled, telling him good night and that I would see him the following day. Reaching out to squeeze his hand as I said it. Then I turned and walked to my door without looking back. It was a second before I heard his key card in the lock. I caught a glimpse of his back as he entered his suite. 

I walked into my suite, setting my things down on the couch. I stood in place for a minute. Staring at nothing as I tried to process what happened. I decided to get ready for bed and try to decompress. I pulled my blouse and shoes off, then walked into the bathroom and started brushing my teeth. I took my hair down. It fell in soft dark waves around my shoulders. I stared at myself in the mirror, noticing that my pupils were dilated. I laughed at myself. This was absurd. I could not believe how I had acted this evening. It was a sobering moment and I felt like I was past whatever had come over me by that point. I just needed to be away from him to gather my thoughts. 

As I was digging through my suitcase for some pajamas, I heard a light knock on the door. I stood there for a moment, confused. It didn’t sound like it was the main door. Another knock. It was at the door adjoining mine and Dieter’s suites. My stomach did a flip once I realized it. 

I walked into the bedroom and opened my side. Dieter was standing there, with his arm propped on the door frame above his head. He was wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt. Skin showing just below the hem of his shirt from where his arm was raised. My eyes lingered there before meeting his. I was certain that he noticed. He took his arm down and rubbed his thumb down the side of his lips as he hesitated to speak, eyeing me. I leaned on the opposite side of the door frame waiting for him to say something. 

“I’m sorry, I-I.. shouldn’t have bothered you. I…just wanted to apologize for earlier. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and…”

“You couldn’t’ stop thinking about apologizing or kissing me?”

He stopped, realizing what he had said. He was trying to read my face, looking for the correct answer. I wasn’t giving him anything to go by. I wanted to know what he was really thinking. 

He hesitated, “I couldn’t stop thinking about kissing you. I have been all week.”

He braced for my response. His eyebrows knitted together with a determined, but worried look. His chocolate eyes searched my face. That was all I needed to hear. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him to me. Our lips crashed together. He took a few steps toward me as I put my back flat against the wall. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me up against him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, running a hand through his hair and again tugging it gently. He groaned into my mouth, and I could feel his excitement pressing against me. Any control that I thought I regained over myself was gone. 

I lowered my hands to the hem of his shirt, tugging to pull it off. He stopped kissing me to pull it over his head. My eyes took him in. His torso was toned but not overly muscular. His shoulders were broader than I realized and his arms well defined. He pulled me back to him. His hands were in my hair, then he reached down to pull my Cami off. He briefly stopped, “Is this ok?” he whispered before continuing. I let out a breathy yes, reminding myself to thank Lauren later for throwing in the sexy bra and panty sets even though I cursed her for it earlier in the day. He wrapped his arms around my waist as he kissed down my neck, lifting me off the floor slightly to walk toward the bed. After he placed me back on the ground, I reached down to palm him through his shorts, and he groaned into my mouth again. He reached for the front of my pants, not finding what he was looking for. He pulled away for a minute, looking down. 

“How the hell do you get these things off?”

I started laughing as I turned around tugging at the zipper. He grabbed my hips, clearly admiring the view for a moment before trying to help me undo the zipper. In my haste to pull it down, I got it caught on the fabric. We both started laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. 

“Fuck it. Rip them.” I said through my exasperated laughs.

“This might as well be a damn chastity belt,” he said through his laughter as he gave a good tug, pulling me backward slightly. 

The zipper finally popped loose. He sighed in relief as he pulled my back against his chest. Pulling my hair out of the way to kiss down my neck. I grinded my backside into him as he went to stick his hand down the front of my pants. Again, he paused asking if it was ok before continuing. I managed to squeak out another yes. He continued, rubbing my sensitive area, and feeling the wetness that was forming. My entire body was electrified. Honestly, I hadn’t felt this aroused or alive in years. Clearly, I had been missing out. 

He pulled his hand out and slid my pants and panties down my legs. Then he moved to undo my bra, sliding it down my arms slowly. I turned around and reached for his shorts, but hesitated. I felt like I was in foreign territory. I hadn’t been with anyone but my ex-husband in so long. I started to doubt myself and I was unsure of how to do this. Damn my intrusive thoughts. 

He caught my eyes with his, sensing my hesitation. 

“We can stop if…”

“No, I just haven’t done this in a while. I feel a little out of practice.” I gave a half smile and a one shoulder shrug.  

He reached for my face, kissing me gently.

“I think you are doing perfectly fine. Just don’t think about that.”

As his chocolate brown eyes stared into mine, I felt my confidence return and pulled his shorts down. He didn’t have anything underneath. I glanced down. He was definitely excited and above average in size, I assumed anyway. I didn’t have a lot to compare to. He pulled me back to him and started kissing me again. Geez, he was such a good kisser. I was never one for making out in the past, but the way his tongue moved with mine was igniting a blaze in me. I couldn’t get enough of him. I reached down and started stroking him. He sucked in air through his teeth, leaning his head back at the feeling.

I paused and his eyes snapped to mine. Concern etched his face. 

“Do you have a condom? I’m… I’m not on anything…”

He paused before answering me, like he was trying to decide how to answer. 

“I-I had a vasectomy…but I haven’t been with anyone in a very long time.” 

He looked apprehensive while he waited for my response. Honestly, I was a little shocked. It wasn’t the response I was expecting. I would have to pack that away to process later. 

“Oh...ok then. Me too. I mean, I haven’t been with anyone in a long time either.” I said, shaking my head up and down. 

I could see the relief on his face. We gave each other awkward smiles and I started kissing him again. I was determined to be in the moment and not in my head worrying about every little detail. 

Dieter backed me up to the bed. When it hit the back of my legs, I sat down and started to crawl backwards. He followed, hovering over me and kissing as we went. Once I settled, he was everywhere. Kissing, sucking, and touching every inch of me. He started working his way down and paused as he felt me tense. 

“You don’t have to do that,” I said as I grasped onto his hand. He looked at me with questioning eyes. 

“It’s just…that’s never really done anything for me.” 

“Then clearly someone didn’t know what they were doing. Relax and let me have a go at it.”

He gave me a mischievous grin and started sucking on the inside of my thigh. I gave him a small smile and nodded for him to continue. 

As soon as he put his mouth on me, a loud moan escaped my lips. Maybe he was right. It didn’t take long for me to reach my peak. It was easily the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. A high that I had never reached.

Dieter crawled back up to hover over me, looking pleased with himself. 

“Ok, you were right. Someone didn’t know what they were doing.”

He laughed at my declaration as I started to kiss him again. I could taste myself on him. We grinded against each other. After a moment, he reached down to line himself up at my entrance. He paused looking at me for permission. I resumed kissing him and bucked my hips up for him to continue. He went slow at first, giving me the chance to adjust to his size. 

Once we got into a rhythm, we were fueled by pure need. Our bodies saying what our words failed to. We couldn’t get enough of each other. Our hands and lips were everywhere, sucking and caressing. My entire body felt like it was burning with want. It had never been like this for me before. I gave myself over completely. I could feel that familiar burn building again as I climaxed for a second time that evening. Dieter nipped my jawline and kissed down my neck as I arched my back through it. Once I started to come down, he grabbed my leg, just behind my knee and raised it to change the angle. I could feel the burn building again as my muscles started to contract around him for the third time. 

“I’m about to…” he trailed off through his heavy breathing. He placed his forehead against mine and I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist while we both tensed from our releases. 

He sat there unmoving for several minutes. We both attempted to get our breathing under control in between the deep sensual kisses we shared. We were both covered in sweat and trembling from the exertion. He rubbed his nose against mine and gave me one last peck on the lips before he rolled off to lay beside me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his chest. 

“That was…unexpected,” he said once his breathing had calmed down. 

“It was. I’m not complaining.” 

Dieter laughed while he twirled my hair in his fingers. 

“I think I need something to drink,” I said as I laid there, unmoving. He moved to get up, agreeing that he did too. I told him I had water in the fridge. I shamelessly admired his backside as he walked out of the room. 

He came back quickly, turning all the lights off as he went. He handed me a bottle of water then pulled the blanket back and climbed in covering us both up. We both downed a significant amount of water before setting the bottles on the nightstands. He scooted down in the bed onto his left side and pulled me over to him. My back to his chest. He wrapped his right arm around me with his left bent back under his head and nuzzled his face into my hair. I laced my fingers into his right hand, pulling his arm tighter around me while our legs tangled together. 

For the first time in a long time, I felt content. I felt safe and unjudged. I decided I would let myself enjoy the moment and worry about consequences later. I just wanted to be happy and without worry for once. Even if it was only for one night. 

I noticed his breathing shifted to slow, steady breaths. He had fallen asleep. I further relaxed into the warmth of his embrace, letting sleep take me too. 

At some point in the middle of the night, I felt his foot slide down my leg, then he hugged me a little tighter. I wasn’t sure if he was awake or not. He didn’t seem to be. At least not all of him. I stretched my stiff muscles, pushing my backside into him as I did so, feeling the hardness press into me. I did a little wiggle and he groaned into my ear, burying his head into the crook of my neck. His fingers tightened in mine. He was definitely awake now. 

I turned my head toward him, our lips meeting. It was slow and sensual. His hand made its way down to my core where he started working his magic with his fingers. I was panting and reached my peak quickly. He slid his hand down to my thigh, repositioning my leg. Then he propped himself up on his left arm to position himself and enter me from behind. He laid back down, wrapping both arms around me, then began moving, very slowly. We both groaned at the feeling. This position was a new experience for me. The angle hitting pleasure spots I didn’t know existed. 

His right hand alternated between roaming my body and grasping my hip to pull me back to him.  My head was laying in the crook of his left arm, his left hand bent up, tangling in my hair while I turned to kiss him. I threaded my right hand through his hair, grasping it tightly causing a deep groan from him. He would switch between fast and slow thrust to prolong the experience. When he felt my body begin to tense, he picked up the pace and we both reached our high together, letting out pants and moans as we rode it out. 

We melted into each other as our breathing slowed. He continued to place random kisses down my neck and nuzzled back into my hair. 

“Why are you so fucking amazing.” 

It was a statement. Not a question. I laughed at him. 

“Can we just stay here, like this, and forget the rest of the world exists?” He said with his face buried in my neck. I chuckled.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that.” 

I started lightly rubbing his right arm, which was still wrapped around me. Within minutes he was asleep again. For a minute, I dared to wonder what it would be like to wake up with him every morning. To be in a relationship with him. He was so attentive and caring. The opposite of what I had before. Is that something I was even capable of right now? Emotionally I was kind of a mess. Not to mention the psychological effects of what I had been through. I quickly dismissed that train of thought. I was getting ahead of myself. As far as I was concerned, this was just a fling. I’d most likely never see him again after this week anyway. I eventually dozed off into a deep sleep. 

A/N: More spice coming in the next chapter. 😉

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You’re Gonna Go Far

Summary: You’ve been acting different for weeks now and Steve is not having that at all. His little sister is his world, and sitting crying in your room without telling him why? Unacceptable.

Pairing: older brother!Steve Rogers x sibling!gn!reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: anxiety, Steve swearing (he’s not a sweet innocent angel when it comes to language and I stand by that), classic hurt/comfort fic

A/N: Just a sweet little drabble (by my standards) inspired by a request I got ages ago.

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"Y/n?"

The knock on your door is gentle, despite the man delivering it. Steve's a brute and doesn't know his own strength most of the time, you always tell him that, but this time it seems like he took great care in being careful.

"Mhm?" you answer, sniffling. No point in hiding the tears when he could already hear them from downstairs. Fucking super soldier serum thingy.

Steve presses down on the door handle, stepping inside your room silently. He doesn't see you at first. Finds out it's because you're sitting on the floor, back against the bed, arms around your knees.

The palm of your hand dries away the solitary tears dripping down your cheek, ignoring the concerned glance of your brother. His eyebrows are knitted tightly into a frown, making him look so serious and ceremonial. You've never liked upsetting him.

Maybe you don't have the restraints you thought you had, when Steve's arm wraps around your shoulders and tugs you into his side. The small sliver of composure you managed to hold onto when he entered the room disappears into thin air as you cry into his chest, soaking his white t-shirt with your tears.

He stares out of the window, seeing the pale purple hue of the sky as it slowly fades into darkness. It takes a long time before your sobs die down into sniffles. Too much time, much longer than he likes.

"Why are you crying, sweetheart? Huh?" your brother asks, letting his chin fall down as he glances down at your figure curled up into him. "You know I hate seeing you like this. More than anything."

You shake your head, another onslaught of tears coming from your eyes. They're already red and puffy, accompanied by the pounding headache and sore throat from hours of doing the same. Talking feels like an exhausting effort, despite the knowledge that Steve would listen to any and every word that would come out of your mouth.

There's no one else left in your family but Steve. That and the large age gap between you has made it natural that he's become some form of caretaker, protector, for you. You're an adult now, but he still looks out for you as if you were a little kid.

"Alright, silent treatment it is. Just gonna leave me to talk then, yeah?" he says, an attempt to lighten the mood. It doesn't work. Steve sighs. "It hasn't slipped past me that you haven't been yourself lately, Y/n. I can hear that you don't fall asleep until early in the morning when you're here and not in your dorm. Crying yourself to sleep. You barely talk to me anymore."

All you do is bury your face into your arms, small whimpers and sniffles escaping your lips. Steve's hand comes to rest on your back, rubbing up and down.

"It's not enough that I barely get to hang out with you anymore 'cause you spend most of the time at campus, but while you're visiting home you're so distant. It's not like you, doll. C'mon. What is it?"

A deep breath that comes out as shaky, your lips trembling as you part them to speak.

"It's so hard," you whisper, voice breaking and getting stuck on a sob desperate to come out. "And I'm scared. I don't know anything about what I want. Everything just feels pointless."

He draws in a sharp breath, tightening his fingers until they dig into the soft flesh of your arm. "Y/n..."

"I can't fall asleep because I just keep thinking about the future and it makes me want to hole myself up here in your house forever. I feel like I'll never do anything worth something. Like I'm just doomed to be one of those people that fade into the background, don't mean anything to anyone."

"Don't say that," Steve growls, retracting the arm he had around your shoulder. "Don't you ever say that again, Y/n."

The abrupt change in the tone of his voice unnerves you, forces your gaze away from his burning stare. But he doesn't let you—no, he grips your face with his hands, tilting your chin up until you're staring into his now narrow eyes.

"How could you even think that?" he asks. He sounds upset, for real. Like he actually believes in the words he's saying. You just don't. "God, Y/n, I'm so damn—I'm so mad that you don't see..."

Steve shakes his head, lowering his gaze with a mumbled curse under his breath.

"You're scared and anxious. That's understandable considering the goddamn horrible state the world is in. But don't you ever think that you are not something special, Y/n. I want you to think that you're the most kind, sweet and smart person in the world."

It's your turn to shake your head with a silent scoff, letting the salty tears seep into the corner of your mouth.

"You're family. You have to say that. It doesn't matter what you think or what you want me to believe you think. That doesn't make it less true that I'm just an average person who'll probably never amount to something. I'm not good at anything."

Steve clenches his jaw, breathing out deeply through his nose. "It's hard not to compare yourself to people, I know that. Believe me I do—"

"You can't say that. God, Steve—you're a literal fucking Avenger. Don't you understand that? You can be insecure as much as you want, but at the end of the day you still matter. The world would miss you if you were gone. You've done something meaningful with your life. That's never gonna be how people look at me."

"Fucking hell you're stubborn,"Steve seethes, the very rare curse slipping out of his mouth. "Even if you don't believe me, I want you to know that I do think you are one of the most amazing people I know. I genuinely do. And I've met a hell of a lot of people."

The roll of your eyes doesn't go unnoticed by your brother. He dries away the last few tears from underneath your eyes with his thumbs, letting his hand linger on your cheek for a second.

"Don't you roll your eyes on me. I don't know what's made you so insecure about yourself, but this that you're feeling—it's not forever. You haven't even graduated college yet, honey. You don't need to have anything figured out.

Your gaze averts from his, staring out through the window out onto the green trees lining the yard, peaking over the sill. There's a certain genuineness in your brother's words, and you know he really does believe whatever he's saying. That doesn't mean you are there yet, far from it. But for tonight, maybe you can let it go.

"You know, anyone that tells you different are punks," Steve adds.

A chuckle escapes through your tears. "Who the hell still says punks?"

Steve scoffs, the corners of his lips tugging upwards. "Yeah, yeah. I'm not young and cool anymore. An old man."

"You're 30. Hardly old yet. Never been cool, though," you tease through your sniffles.

"Who raised you?" he answers playfully, squeezing the back of your neck.

"You did."

"Huh. Did a bad job at it, then."

A minute passes by, comfortable silence. Your head leaning on your brother's shoulder.

"I'm hungry," you mumble under your breath while looking down at the carpet underneath your feet.

A scoff, equally amused and relieved, sounds from Steve. He squeezes your arms, tugging you into his side to plant a kiss to your head. With a grunt he pushes himself up from the ground, offering his hand to help you do the same.

"I ordered Thai. A lot," he says, holding onto your arm even when you’re standing up now. "Let's stuff our faces, huh?"

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