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3 Real Estate Facts You Need To Know - Mid-Aug 2022

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[00:00:00] Host Ryan Peterson: Get ready for three interesting real estate facts you should know coming up in this episode of Winnipeg's real estate podcast. Cue the music

[00:00:11] Bo Kauffmann - REALTOR: you're listening to the bone knows real estate podcast tips and advice for home buyers, sellers, and owners with award winning Remax agent Bo Kaufman.

[00:00:26] Host Ryan Peterson: Hello, I'm your host, Ryan Peterson. Welcome to another episode of Winnipeg's real estate podcast with my friend and real estate expert, Bo Kauffmann of Remax Performance Realty

[00:00:35] Bo Kauffmann - REALTOR: Hey Ryan thanks for the great intro and anybody who's listening to this will notice right away that there's a bit of a change in the format here.

Ryan and I did a series of episodes a few years ago that were called a real estate round table. And what I always liked about him was the little back and forth and two different voices talking. So I wanna recreate that here and I thank you, Ryan, for agreeing to do this with me.

[00:01:04] Host Ryan Peterson: My pleasure. It's great to be back Bo. All right. So let's get right into it with three different facts about real. Okay,

You must hear this first question a lot from home buyers. When my possession data is coming up, how do I get the keys and get into my new home

[00:01:09] Bo Kauffmann - REALTOR: All right. So it really depends on where you are.

I hear that a lot of places in the states and different provinces and the real estate agent actually has the key and meets you at your door, but here in Manitoba, it's all done through the lawyers. So here's what happens is about a week before you possession date, you the. Meet with your lawyer, you sign a bunch of papers.

You give him a suitcase full of money that he's gonna tell you, just how much to bring and you sign the papers and then you just sit back and wait. At the same time, the seller meets with their lawyer signs, papers, and gives him the keys. And then the day before possession. The lawyers talk to each other and exchange those two items.

The buyer's lawyer sends the money. The seller's lawyer sends the key. You get another phone call and the day before possession, you show up at your lawyers and he'll give you the key and with strict instructions not to go into the house. Until right at the time that stated on the offer. I remember,

[00:02:01] Host Ryan Peterson: Getting my first home in 2000 and yeah, it was a plain Manila envelope that I got the key in.

And honestly I was expecting a little bit more fanfare, what are you gonna do? You're still excited about the new home now. Bo is the date usually hard and fast or is there some flexibility, say a buyer wants to swing by and get some measurements to make sure that the furniture is gonna fit certain way.

[00:02:20] Bo Kauffmann - REALTOR: Okay. That's a really good question. Answer that question. The date is hard and fast. Now, if it's important to you to take some measurements or to go in for one more, look, make sure that you're a real estate agent. That's the buyer's real estate agent writes that into the offer because the seller does not have to let you back in until let's say it's nine o'clock and not Tuesday morning when you're taking possession, you don't have the right to go back in there.

If you, some people want to do not only measurements, but they also might wanna get a contractor to go through. They might wanna be ready to do a new kitchen, make sure you write that into the offer. And that way the seller when they agree to it, have to let you in.

[00:02:55] Host Ryan Peterson: worst they can say is no.

That's right. And it's not one of those things that's gonna make or break a deal or make you lose out on a house, right? Nope. That's right. Okay. Great now. Okay. Let's look at the other side of the equation. Do home sellers get their money right away when the keys are handed over?

[00:03:08] Bo Kauffmann - REALTOR: All right. So Manitoba again was one of the worst provinces until about six or eight years ago.

You could basically wait a month. For your money. So if you're possession it, if you're moving outta your house on August 15th, you probably didn't get the money until mid-September that's. Because here in Manitoba, the new owner, which is the buyer, their lawyer has to register that house with land titles office.

And that is a slow, arduous time consuming process. That also depends on whether the lawyers are on break or whether they're on holidays or how busy they are, et cetera, but it usually takes a month. There's a new system came into place. Actually the system's been around for a while. Manitoba just came on board with it a few years ago.

It's called the Western Canadian protocol, otherwise known just as protocol. And now you can get your money within a few days. So best case scenario. If you move out on the 15th, you might have the money on the 18th or 20th. But it can take a couple of weeks still.

[00:04:05] Host Ryan Peterson: I remember my last move. I ended up owning both homes for a couple of months with some bridge financing. I know I couldn't wait to get my money fast enough. When it finally sold.

Now Bo, is there a season or time of year when it's better to buy or to sell? What picks market does seem hot all the time, but there's ups and downs that can be predicted or taken advantage of.

[00:04:25] Bo Kauffmann - REALTOR: Oh you betcha who was it that was credited was saying when everybody else is buying, sell, when everybody else is selling buy, I think that was Warren buffet, but I'm not sure.

Certainly the spring is the best time to sell your house. Now that being the case, that also makes it the worst time to buy your house because you are pretty much guaranteed to be up against eight, 10 other people.

It seems like in our market here, everybody waits till the spring to go out and buy a house. Start the year fresh. Worst time to buy. Best time to buy is right now, that's be like late summer, early fall. Anybody who wanted and needed a house is moving right now to start, the school year for their kids, buyers have really taken a, a break right now, and there's a lot more inventory on the market.

So best time to buy is the late summer, early fall. And that's just the way it is in Winnipeg. That's always how it's always been. It's

[00:05:13] Host Ryan Peterson: a you really put yourself in more of a power position at the end of the summer as a buyer, because at that point they're desperate to move on to the next thing they

[00:05:21] Bo Kauffmann - REALTOR: have planned.

Oh, absolutely. And just think about it this way. If you're up against 10, 10 offers in the spring, your offer has to be clean. It has to be big, it has to be stand out. So now we actually get listings, come on the market where they've had one or two showings, not offers just showings in a week.

Wow. So it's definitely a great time to.

[00:05:40] Host Ryan Peterson: And you're probably likely waving a home inspection in the spring. Where you could get that luxury in the fall.

[00:05:43] Bo Kauffmann - REALTOR: That's right. Absolutely home inspection, better financing condition longer time to make a decision. So it's better all around

[00:05:51] Host Ryan Peterson: My wife and I are always keeping an eye on E saying Paul, and it seems rare when something goes up for sale.

What do you recommend to people that are in the market buyers that are in the market that want an. But there's not a lot really going on there. What can they do to get on the radar so that the first person in, when

[00:06:06] Bo Kauffmann - REALTOR: something pops. Okay. So the best thing to do is get ahold of a real estate agent, somebody, or somebody you've heard of, or somebody you've worked with in the past, get 'em to set up a search and they can do it by geography like geographical location.

So if you only want a house in a certain radius, right around Cher farm roads, or around hot, not or birds hill or whatever they can set up a search and anything that comes up. Comes directly to your computer and you can see the listing come fresh.

[00:06:31] Host Ryan Peterson: That's excellent. And fortunately, I know a great real estate guy who happens to be sitting across the table from me.

Okay. Thanks Ryan. before we sign off, what are the current mortgage rates doing?

[00:06:39] Bo Kauffmann - REALTOR: Ryan for that, I'm gonna turn to my mortgage expert. That's Mike Schroeder with mortgage architects. When we come right back, we'll be right back after this short announcement.

All right. We're here with Mike Schroeder of mortgage architects to talk about some of the lowest rates available at this point in time, which is like mid August, 2022.

Hi, Mike. How you doing? Hey, doing well with yourself. Excellent. All right, let's get right to the point. So you've got somebody that comes to you and says, Hey, I wanna buy a house. And I need a $300,000 mortgage. So what is the absolute lowest rate you can get?

[00:07:40] Mike Schroeder - Mortgage Expert: So lowest rate I have is a variable rate.

You're looking at about 3.8% effective today. And on a $300,000 mortgage gives you a pay of about $1,545 a month.

[00:07:51] Bo Kauffmann - REALTOR: And that's principle and interest taxes of course would be extra.

[00:07:55] Mike Schroeder - Mortgage Expert: Yes and that's on a 25 year amortization

[00:07:56] Bo Kauffmann - REALTOR: And that was 1545, correct? Yes. Okay. So now what if I'm nervous and I'm not the kind that wants to keep an eye on the mortgage rates every day. What are fixed rates right now?

[00:08:09] Mike Schroeder - Mortgage Expert: Youre looking at about4.59% and so same mortgage amount, same terms. You're looking at about 1675 a month.

[00:08:16] Bo Kauffmann - REALTOR: So that’s about $130 a month. Difference between the two. 130 for what some people might think is peace of mind, but of course there's ups and downs. There's a downside to being locked in for five years.

[00:08:26] Mike Schroeder - Mortgage Expert: At the end of the day, you want to have a full conversation with your lender. You want to go over your risk appetite, your credit, your income likely changes the next five years and get a solution customized for youy

[00:08:37] Bo Kauffmann - REALTOR: Risk appetite. That's gotta be the term or the day.

[00:08:42] Mike Schroeder - Mortgage Expert: absolutely

[00:08:43] Bo Kauffmann - REALTOR: absolutely gun to your head.

Where do you think rates are gonna go? Like right now, the variable is lower than the fixed. Do you think that's gonna stay that way? No, I don't.

[00:08:53] Mike Schroeder - Mortgage Expert: So there's the next bank account rate announcement's coming up in September. I believe it's September. The seventh. Most predictions are, is that the rate will increase that month.

Now it may increase by lower amount due to the last inflation numbers, but by whatever does increase. The gap between fixed and variable is gonna be reduced to a very slim margin. There are still other reasons to pick variable or fixed, and that gets down to your risk appetite. So all part of that bigger conversation.

[00:09:16] Bo Kauffmann - REALTOR: Thanks a lot, Mike. We'll talk to you next time. Anytime. Take care. Bye bye. All right. Ryan, I think that's it for this week.

[00:09:24] Host Ryan Peterson: It's been fun as always Bo and we've learned a few things about real estate this week until next time. This is Ryan Peterson with Bo Kaufman of Remax performance Realty, reminding you that you're never alone when you're buying or selling a home, as long as you tune in to the next episode of Winnipeg's real estate podcast, take care.

[00:09:41] Bo Kauffmann - REALTOR: All right. Take care. Byebye Ryan. I hope you've enjoyed listening to this episode as much as I've enjoyed creating it. Cause I really do love. If you found the information helpful, why not download my free podcasting app? That way you never missed another episode and I've made it super simple too.

Just go to Boknows.homes/apps. That's A P PS available for apple and Android devices. And finally, please give this podcast a five star rating again. We've made it super simple. Just go to love the podcast.com/boknows. Thank you so much for listening. Let's do this again next week. I.

You've been listening to Bo Kauffmann of Remax performance Realty. Are you thinking of buying or selling a house or a condo in Winnipeg? Call Bo at (204) 333-2202. Remember Bo knows real estate.

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okay but the balcony window looks way too high to even climb out of, not even mentioning the fact that there are CHAIRS out there

and a ladder would be stupid as hell because her bed would get dirty

so a new question, how did she get into the balcony before being ladybug??

i guess it's just a matter of agility. maybe she was always pretty agile

the REAL balcony door question is this:

how did he fit

#but also yeah agree all the furniture items up there? not all could fit through there #what the hell #marinette's apartment mystery

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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 2 years

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Could I request headcanons for Finral Zora Gauche with a blind s/o?

Of course! When this request first appeared in my inbox, I was instantly intrigued. Because it's one of those requests that allow me to explore and broaden my perspective as a writer, and it's different. So, this was very fun to write, and I hope you like it! ^-^

Pairings: Finral x gn!reader, Zora x gn!reader & Gauche x gn!reader

Fic type: Headcanons

Genre: Fluff/slice of life (?)

Finral Roulacase

Finral first saw you at a café, just sitting there with a cup in your hand. And he couldn’t help but be at awe because of your beauty; to him, you were truly beautiful. Your hair, your nose, everything about you just seemed perfect.

He admired the gentle hold you had of the cup, as if being careful not to break it. Your fingers handled it with care. Every single movement you made, was elegant. And for a moment, he was taken aback, but still he approached you.

“My my, you must’ve fallen from heaven,” he commented as he approached you. And you turned your head slightly towards him, as if apprehensive if he was talking to you.

He wondered about it, because most often people at least looked at him whenever he talked to them. But as you began to speak, without directing your gaze, he began to realize it: you couldn’t see.

“Are-, are you talking to me?” You asked with slight hesitance, your hand feeling the surface of the table before you placed the cup on it.

“Yeah,” he mumbled while rubbing the back of his head. “So uh… come here often?” He asked, unsure of what to say. He tried to avoid stating the obvious. It was on the tip of his tongue, but pointing it out would be rude and unnecessary. He was just afraid of blurting out something stupid.

A faint smile tugged your lips up. “Not really,” you replied. “I, um, I have memorized the route here, and I try to come by… Sometimes. It’s nice to be able to do things for yourself,” you explained.

His eyes shifted for a moment to your cane, which made him mumble out few sentences of casual small talk, that drew attention to the look of your surroundings. Which he corrected just as soon as the words had left him, making him spiral into embarrassed defeat.

There was a heavy sigh, followed by a “you can just tell me off already…” he mumbled, which made you feel all the more sorry for him. Because his constant attempt of trying to correct himself, along with the panicking mumbling, it told you that he was just uneasy, and not really a bad guy. He was just… unsure.

So, you told him that you weren’t going to tell him off, but that you appreciated his attempt to come and talk to you. And that sparked a conversation. After all, he had already stumbled, and made himself look like a fool. There was no way he could have made it worse. Which made him more relaxed.

And the conversation ended up being a long one, after which he walked you home. But it also resulted in the two of you agreeing to meet again.

He told you that he was in awe of you being able to live the life you lived, without a sight. He couldn’t do that. But that just proved to him how strong of a person you were.

And once you began living together, he tried to accustom to placing items always in their designated places, not moving around furniture, and just being patient with you. Doing things just took a little bit longer for you, at least some of them, but he couldn’t manage nowhere nearly as well as you did.

But he never pitied you. Oh no. Because you didn’t need his pity. And, quite frankly, there was nothing to pity. You just experienced the world a bit differently from him, and he’d certainly have time to learn about it. And he loved learning about it; about you. He loved holding you, and having your fingertips gracing over his features for you to ‘see’ him.

He loved it, and he loved you.

Zora Ideale

He was out, just walking the city streets in thought as he first bumped into him. Or you bumped into him. It was difficult to tell.

But since the street wasn’t crowded, he, by instinct turned to you, and made the very ill-fitting comment of: “look where you’re going, are you blind?” To which you replied truthfully.

“Yeah…” Your voice was quiet and frail, as your head hung low.

And you could hear it in his voice. The low, faint, “oh….”

He rubbed the back of his head, kicking the ground as he stood there. “Look I’m-, um… Sorry,” he stated. His insides twisted as a result as guilt ate him.

“It’s okay…” you replied, out of impulse, and to be perfectly honest, he didn’t seem like a bad guy. He had been immersed into his thoughts and had reacted out of impulse. He had spoken without thinking. But what he hadn’t done, was just scoff it off, and walk away; instead he had apologized.

“Do you, um…” He hesitated, and wondered to himself why he was so bad at this. Usually he was, at least trying to be, the cool masked guy who defended people from mistreating and abuse. But now he had done wrong. So, how to properly apologise and compensate. He wasn’t in a hurry; he had just stepped outside to catch a break from all the chaos at the base.

“You want to get coffee?” The question felt clumsy and loose to him, but… it was something.

And the question, the offer, it caught you off guard, but technically speaking you weren’t in a hurry either, so you might just as well say yes. It wasn’t every day that you were offered such a thing, and as said, he didn’t seem like malicious or a bad person in general. So, you agreed.

He walked side by side with you, matching his pace with yours, and telling you if there was a larger bump in the road, or some other obstacle on the way, but he was subtle about it. Because he wanted to be helpful, without making a scene about it. And wanted to trust that you could get by with your cane for most of the journey.

He paid for your order as well, and asked if you needed help navigating in the café, offering his arm for you to hold if needed.

And the conversation you had, it was filled with hesitance, and nervousness, but also a soft, warm flutter that made you feel giddy inside. In fact, you didn’t mind meeting him again. And you did. He learned braille and begun leaving little notes for you every now and then, because he was needed on missions from time to time.

He always tries to be mindful of you, and to get into your world. He wants to love and appreciate you in a way that you deserve.

Gauche Adlai

Gauche was walking in town, staring at a picture of Marie as he almost tripped onto your can, prying it from your hand.

“Hey!” Was the first thing that left his mouth, but as he saw you, by instinct, crouching down and trying to locate your cane, it was more than clear as day that you really didn’t see him.

So, he hands your cane back to you with a quiet, low tone. “Here,” he only says.

“Thank you…” you reply, thinking about how he should look where he was going. But then your fingers grace something on the ground, it feels like paper. No, a bit more stiff than paper, a picture perhaps. “Is this yours?” You ask, while taking a hold of the item.

“Yeah, that’s my sweet angelic little sister Marie,” he explained with enthusiasm.

“She sounds wonderful,” you replied, before he began talking about how wonderful his sister was. And that talk lasted for a while, him doing most of the talking. But eventually you bid him off, having to take care of your own errands.

But you found yourself meeting him a few times again and again, and he seemed like a fiercely protective person. And he certainly cared for his sister, who apparently was all the family he had left. Well that and his squad.

However it wasn’t until you met another person, a boy by the sound of it, although a loud one, who eventually told you that Gauche talked about you at times. And he invited you to the base some time, which you ended up visiting after a while, through a few twists and turns.

But that was history, or it felt like it now. Because after bonding, and rowing closer with Gauche, he had become a loyal, protective, attentive and caring partner. Or rather he had been that, but it was discovered by you.

And he made it clear that you were treasured by him, and that he would never let anything bad happen to you. He tried to pay attention to your needs, the best he could, and keep you safe and happy.

#black clover headcanons #finral roulacase x reader #finral x reader #finral roulacase headcanon #zora ideale x reader #zora x reader #zora ideale headcanon #gauche adlai x reader #gauche x reader #black clover fanfiction

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Brightest Blue (series)

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Pairing: Josh & female!Reader Warnings: None yet. Summary: Things are changing. New state. New school. New roommate. You just pray things are going to click into place. Notes: Here we are everyone. This fic has been a long time in the making, but I’m pretty dang happy with it so far! I made Josh extra lovable and squishy for you all. I hope you enjoy! This fic is edited by the amazing and gorgeous, @lantern-inthenight. And big thanks as always to @myownparadise96. I literally could not have found the motivation to do this fic without you.

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The scenery in Michigan was vastly different than back home. You were used to and comfortable with the nearly unforgiving heat of the American South West, but the farther away you got from home, the more foreign everything seemed. The scrubland slowly started being replaced by emerald green grass and dense forests of towering pines. Once you hit Illinois, little farmsteads were scattered along every road you took, boasting fields thick with corn and beans.

It was a bit over a full day’s worth of driving. You had originally thought you could just drive right through - after all, you were young and you had plenty of caffeine at the ready. In reality, you wound up digesting the trip over two days.

You were a fortunate enough person that you had a reliable car, which made up for the fact that it wasn’t very pretty to look at. It didn’t exactly sip gas, but that had never even been a concern before this - it wasn’t very often that you left home, let alone make a trip across the country. But you were able to breathe a sigh of relief when you started seeing the exit signs for Ann Arbor.

Your parents had been a bit judgemental about you picking a school so far away - they were even worse homebodies than you, and they knew that you being across the country meant they wouldn’t be seeing you until the school year was over - but there was no way you could turn down an opportunity like this one. You had worked your ass off to qualify for a scholarship, knowing full well that there was no way you could afford higher education otherwise. MU hadn’t been your very first choice but with one of the better programs in the country for your desired field, you just couldn’t turn it down.

You had to pull over into a McDonald’s parking lot to pull up the address you were looking for and program it into your phone’s GPS before continuing further into the city. Your mother had been particularly wary about your living situation. See, she was a woman that adamantly liked to have a plan and then stick to it - she didn’t see any value in just letting things happen. “Go with the flow” wasn’t in her vocabulary, but you’d always romanticised the idea. Which was why, when you pulled up to the apartment that you were going to be living in for the next year, it was the first time you’d ever seen it.

You had found the listing on the Facebook marketplace for the area, looked at a couple of pictures, and signed the lease agreement online - all without knowing what you were really in for. You’d been informed that you’d have a roommate when you’d contacted the landlord, but she hadn’t mentioned a thing about the person other than that. All she really said was “no pets, no smoking, and one month’s rent for the security deposit. You had told yourself that it didn’t really matter what the situation was as long as the other person wasn’t outwardly malicious and the place wasn’t infested with pests or anything, even though you knew it mattered a little.

An audible sigh of relief left your lips when you pulled into the apartment parking lot and found that your new home looked well kept. The building had old, slide-up windows, but the brick siding was clean, and the shrubs that lined the property were trimmed and neat. You and your back seat stuffed to max capacity with house plants had made it - and with only a bit of sleep deprivation and caffeine jitters for damages.

After you got out of the car, you grabbed your very favorite potted cactus and found your way into the building, meandering down the dim hall until you came upon the door marked 6. You hadn’t been given a key yet, so you knocked with your free hand and waited until you heard someone shuffling around inside.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t nervous - obviously, you were - but more than anything you were excited. Anxious, maybe? That seemed like the right word.

The door opened to reveal a boy, around your age, hair a mess of curls on the top and shorn tighter to the sides of his head. You were immediately taken aback by the depth in his eyes, chocolatey and warm.

“What’s up?” he asked casually, leaning against the door frame, a pair of old-school headphones dangling from his hand.

You frowned at him slightly, suddenly terrified you’d gotten the wrong apartment number. You weren’t sure how you’d live with that embarrassment, especially if you had to live next door to him - you’d just be that stupid girl that didn’t even know where she lived. “Oh, I think I’m your new roommate? This is number six, right?” You peered around the other side of the open door, just to confirm.

A beaming grin spread over his soft face, showing you his blindingly white teeth and the deepest pair of dimples you’d ever seen. “Oh, cool, yeah. Come on in.”

He stepped aside, giving a dramatically flourished bow as a gesture for you to enter. You obliged, and even though this was your new house too, you paused and waited as he shut the door behind you.

“Sorry, I was expecting you yesterday, so.” He trailed off with a sheepish smile and then extended his free hand to you. “Anyway, I’m Josh.”

You shifted your cactus to one arm so you could shake his hand. “Y/N. Yeah, sorry, it took me longer than I expected to get here. Which is why my stuff apparently showed up before I did.”

You eyed around the apartment, spotting boxes of your things in piles. The original plan your parents had come up with was to have you rent a U-Haul, but since you’d never driven anything bigger than your Camry, you had quickly shot that idea down. After some expert negotiating, they had agreed to hire a moving company. You hadn’t had the balls to ask what a service like that had set them back - decided instead that it was better if you didn’t know.

“Oh yeah,” he replied, rubbing at the back of his neck. “It all showed up yesterday at like noon. One of the boxes was open a little, and I saw records so I looked through them to make sure you weren’t some kind of freak.”

It was more of a statement than a warning, and the smile he gave you showed not even a shred of an apology so you just smiled back. “Find anything you like?”

He turned on his heel and headed into the kitchen - connected to the living room by a huge square archway. “Your music taste is,” He paused, opening a cupboard and pulling down two mismatched glasses. “Eclectic.”

You laughed at him, bending to gently set your plant down on a side table. “That’s true.”

“But I found plenty I could listen to, so I guess you’re okay. You want some juice?” he asked as he held up a paper carton of store brand orange juice

“That would be lovely,” you agreed, standing stick straight the way you did when in the presence of new company. “My dad used to take me to a lot of thrift stores and we’d go home with a minimum of two records per trip.”

“I love thrifting,” he said simply, giving you an alarmingly serious look. “There are three here, I think. Every once in a while you can find something really worth keeping. I have kind of a ‘catch and release’ policy where if I don’t instantly know what I’m going to do with an item, I leave it there, but I think - like - a third of my wardrobe is from thrift stores.”

You listened, feeling oddly entranced by the way he was handing you thoughts as they came to him. There was something truly honest about it - a quality people back home didn’t seem to have. It was charming.

He brought your glass of juice to you and then motioned to the rest of the apartment. “You want the grand tour of Casa De Joshua-” He gave you a pointed look and a cheesy grin. “And Y/N?”

You breathed a laugh at him, nodding as you sipped. “Please.”

“Okay, try not to get lost - this is obviously the living room. I do most of my living here as the name would suggest. I found this couch on the side of the road - actually almost all of my furniture is adopted.” As he explained, he was gesturing to items like Vanna White.

The couch looked. Well-loved. You could tell just at a glance that it was probably past it’s prime when Josh had stumbled upon it, but it did look comfortable, and it wasn’t like you had a couch to offer, so you were happy with it.

“I have this TV but it’s really only for movies and stuff because I’m twenty-two and I’d rather die than pay for cable. But there are literally hundreds of DVDs in the TV stand that you are welcome to peruse at your leisure,” he informed, his hands gesturing almost arbitrarily as he talked.

You followed as he moved on through the archway. “This is the kitchen. All of the food lives here. There’s lots of stuff, but I try to just make two bigger meals per day. I don’t have a real ice tray so I’ve been using a chocolate mold- Well anyway, our ice will be in the shape of wiener dogs.”

You were shocked at the laugh that escaped you, genuine and uncontrolled. He grinned over at you, clearly also surprised - but pleased with himself for getting the reaction he was aiming for.

“I think I can live with that.”

“Good,” he agreed simply, giving you a new kind of smile - something sweeter. After a beat, he motioned down the hall with his eyes, letting you lead. “The bathroom is this way. The water takes like three or four minutes to get hot. I realized that I have a lot of products for some reason, but I condensed them all into this one area in the corner just in case my new roommate was a girl, and you are so that’s great. I’ll probably get a shelf.”

There was a proud quality to his voice like he felt gentlemanly for letting you have all the space you needed. For some reason, that made you feel warm and fuzzy.

“And what if your new roommate had been a boy?” you inquired with a smirk.

He put a finger on his chin, taking on a contemplative look for you. “Hmm. Then I guess I slowly would have moved my stuff back to the cabinet - probably just one thing per day so he wouldn’t notice. Unless he had a lot of makeup or something, then I’d just let him have it.”

He grinned as you teasingly shook your head.

“This way is the sleeping quarters. My room is there on the right and yours to the left.”

You stepped into your new room and let a sigh of relief. Two huge windows took up a lot of the far wall, framed underneath by large sills. The space was bright and roomier than you’d pictured. Your bed was set up in the very middle of the room, but you already knew exactly where you wanted it to go. For some reason, you had been concerned that you wouldn’t like the space, but it was kind of perfect.

“This is great,” you breathed, turning to him and giving him a sly grin. “Wanna give me a hand moving my furniture around?”

He pretended to consider for a moment until you spoke again.

“My mom sent money for pizza while I get stuff unpacked,” you said coyly. “If you needed any convincing.”

He laughed, showing you his teeth. “You drive a hard bargain. Okay, I’ll help as long as I get to look through your stuff while we move it.”

You gave him a questioning look, earning a one-shouldered shrug in return. He looked benign enough standing there, propped against the door frame with a goofy upturn to his lips, so you relented.

“Deal,” you agreed.

You were positive you would not have been able to move stuff without his help. For being a slender boy, he seemed to easily be able to get things where they needed to be. He dutifully helped you shove your furniture into place - your bed against the window wall, your desk and vanity on the wall with your closet door. Then, bless his little heart, he helped you move it all again when you decided you didn’t like the arrangement (but not without some light griping).

One by one, you brought in your boxes from the living room and you allowed him to poke through them, perched on your bed. He flipped through your books, thumbing pages of ones that piqued his interest - you could only imagine that he was already planning on borrowing some of them. He reacted similarly to your framed photos, as he unwrapped them from their packing paper.

When you got your record player set up, he put on a vinyl and started to hang your art prints on the wall where you instructed him to. The look of concentration on his face was rather endearing as he held a few nails between his teeth and hammered them into the wall, one by one. There was a time or two you were convinced that he was going to mutilate his thumb, but he didn’t, and when the last picture was hung, you breathed a sigh of relief.

You called in a pizza, adorned with his requested toppings as you hung your clothes into your closet, your phone tucked against your ear and shoulder for maximum efficiency.

Plants collected on your bed until there was no more room for them - after that, he started setting them on the floor as he brought them in from your car. He didn’t seem to be judging the sheer amount of them, even though he had every right to.

“It’s going to look like a jungle in here,” he stated finally as he took a bite out of a slice of pizza that he was holding like a taco, his eyes raking over all of the foliage scattered around your room. Rather than sounding like he was teasing, his tone seemed excited.

You grinned at him, starting to arrange them on the window sill and your bookshelf that had only ever served you as a plant shelf since you’d bought it. “Plants are my passion. Botany major,” you explained as you fluffed up your Monstera’s huge leaves.

“Ooh.” He raised his eyebrows at you, pulling one of his legs up underneath him on your bed - now fitted with sheets. “I think that’s going to be nice. Give it some life in here.”

You grabbed another slice from the pizza box on your nightstand and tried to think of the right tone of voice to use to ask the next question. “How long have you lived here by yourself?”

He hummed, eyes flicking around distantly as he thought. “Well, I’ve lived here just over a year, and my first roommate dropped out and moved back home about...six months ago?”

“Have you been lonely? You seem like a social guy.” You gave him an empathetic look but he just shrugged at you. You hadn’t known him long enough to know for sure, but you suspected he was more affected than he was letting on.

“I mean, a little lonely. But I got used to it for the most part.” He paused for a good couple of seconds before a smile spread across his lips. “And Penny’s kept me company.”

“Oh, does your girlfriend stay here too?” you prompted, trying to remember if you’d seen any feminine looking items lying around that weren’t yours.

“What? No,” he said under a chuckle and stood, gesturing for you to follow him across the hall.

The second you walked through the doorway, you were met with the smell of incense sticks and linen. His room was dimmer than yours and kind of cramped with all of his mismatching furniture, but he had a huge bed - you thought it could easily fit three people in it. There were some clothes strewn about around a laundry hamper by the door and you tried to not be jealous that his closet seemed to be about twice the size of yours.

He crossed the room to crouch in front of a coffee table that he seemed to be using as a catch-all. The varnish was worn off the top of it in rings because sitting on the coffee table was a globe of water and a calico colored goldfish swimming around aimlessly inside of it.

“Ah, so this is Penny,” you giggled as you bent over next to him. When the fish spotted him, it rose to the surface of the water, opening its mouth in demand for food.

He grinned down at it. “Light of my life. We’re not allowed to have pets but I figured that a fish didn’t count.”

You hummed, admittedly a bit charmed by the whole situation. “But don’t goldfish require a lot of space?”

The smile fell from his face, adopting a level of concern you hadn’t yet seen from him as he peered over at you. “Do they?”

Immediately, you felt guilty for putting that look on his features. Your brain kick-started - trying to think of a way to make it right again. “I think so? Maybe we can find her a small tank? Put a few little plants in there for her?”

Josh nodded at you, stroking his fingers over the glass with a frown. “I’m a bad dad.”

“No, no!” you assured, putting your hand on his head but then removing it instantly when you realized that you didn’t really know him, he’d just already made you feel like you did. Either way, you figured it would be inappropriate to touch him. “You’re great. She looks really happy.”

“She’s great at begging for food, so don’t get tricked,” Josh instructed after a moment, seemingly able to put his concerns aside to jest you.

You nodded in agreement. “I’ll be ever vigilant,” you promised, making him smile again.

He stood back up, so you did as well.

“Well, I’ll give you some time to get comfortable in your room,” Josh said, sitting back on his bed. “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“I promise I will,” you assured, tapping your hand on the doorframe on your way out.

By the time the sun was set, your room was shockingly well put together. The emotional rollercoaster that was the album Rumors helped you keep on task, losing yourself in the music so it didn’t feel like work at all. You hadn’t been expecting it to come along so quickly, but you guessed that was because you hadn’t anticipated such a friendly roommate. The nesting had always been your favorite part, so you took your time to enjoy placing out all your knick-knacks and photos.

You took a break to shower when you decided you were done for the day, reveling in the feeling of the water after such a long time in your car - He was absolutely right about how long it took to warm up from ice cold. When you got out and changed into your pajamas, Josh was sitting in the living room with a laptop across his legs.

“You wanna chill?” he asked when he heard you padding down the hall, shutting the lid of it and setting it on a side table. “Or if you’re too tired, that’s okay too.”

“No, no. I’d love to talk.” You sat next to him, leaving a comfortable amount of room between you as you pulled your knees up to your chin. “Tell me more about yourself,” you requested, tugging a blanket from a beat-up wicker basket on the floor and wrapping it around your body.

“Hmm, okay,” he started. You wondered how long it had been since he had to introduce himself to someone new. “I’m from a tiny little town here in Michigan. I’m the oldest of four - two brothers and a sister. My brother, Jake, also attends MU and lives just off campus.”

You frowned at him. “Wait, why wouldn’t he live with you?” you asked through a disbelieving laugh.

“He lived with me long enough,” Josh explained in a humored tone. “There are only so many people where I’m from and well - we wanted to meet new people, you know?”

“I guess I should be grateful for that.”

“Yeah, probably,” he teased and then paused to think. “I’m in performing arts - I’m actually putting on a production around Christmas with some elementary school kids.”

You suppressed the aww that was threatening to pass your lips. “You like kids?”

He beamed you a smile, shaking his head. “Love them. I want to have like ten of them someday.”

The thought of him surrounded by kids made you soften. You were genuinely shocked about how easy he was to talk to - how easy he was to like. You had never thought in a million years you’d get along with your roommate so well, let alone the first day meeting them.

“I hope you get to,” you said as genuinely as you could muster, prompting him to give you a grateful smile.

A yawn escaped you before you could hide it, and you quickly breathed an apology, but he just waved you off.

“You must be exhausted from that drive,” he said, his voice soft. “You should get some sleep.”

You nodded in agreement and gave him a thankful smile. “Is it okay if I sleep out here?”

The look on his face was quizzical, forcing a laugh from you. “Why would you do that?”

“I have this tradition where whenever I’m in a new place, I always sleep in the living room on the first night. It’s good luck.”

“Whatever you say.” His lips pulled back into an unconvinced smirk. “Well, yeah, you live here now too, so you can sleep wherever you’d like.”

He disappeared into his room for only a moment before popping his head back out, fingers wrapped around the door frame.

“Do you mind if I join you?”

You tried not to look too taken aback by the question, but you could feel your cheeks flushing warm. You raked your eyes along the couch, entirely positive that there wasn’t enough space for the two of you to lay out on it together fully - at least, not without being pressed flush against one another. However, his face looked innocent and soft - not a single tint of mischief colored across his features.

“Yeah, that-. I guess that’s okay,” you agreed sheepishly with a shrug. “But I’m not sure we’ll both fit if I’m being honest.”

He frowned questioningly at you, his brows lacing together until he realized what you thought he meant. His face instantly turned a light shade of pink to match yours. “No, no,” he quickly assured in between a breathy laugh. “I’m not going to sleep with you - I’ll take the recliner.”

“Oh, right.” You gave a nervous laugh of your own, cursing yourself out in your head for being so dull.

You were still well embarrassed as you made a nest of blankets on the couch and he brought out a pillow for you when you realized yours were still tucked deep in your bag of bedding. When each of you was situated on your respective pieces of furniture, he flicked the light off with a comfortable sigh.

It was silent for a moment before he spoke again, his voice taking on a tone that was far too smug for your liking. “You were awfully quick to agree to sleep next to me. You don’t have a crush on me, do you?”

You knew he was teasing, but your heart rate still managed to pick up under the pressure. You had never been particularly good with awkward social situations; you rolled your eyes in the dark, thankful he couldn’t see how red you were. “No, Josh. I do not have a crush on you.”

“Okay,” he said through a melodic laugh, and you got the feeling that he’d gotten the reaction he was aiming for from you. “Should we be best friends though?”

You snorted a laugh of your own, wanting to be annoyed at how likable he was, but falling short. “You are the most peculiar person I’ve ever met, I think.” You curled up, clutching your blanket tight to your body. “But yes. We can be friends.”

“Okay, cool - I’ll order matching t-shirts for us.” You could hear the pleased grin he was wearing, making you feel warm and cozy. You pulled the worn blanket up to your chin.

“See to it that you do.”

Author’s Note: okay, I hope you guys like it! please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list or removed from it. I’m using the same taglist from my Jake!fic, so no hard feelings if you don’t want to be tagged!

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andypantsx3 · 4 years

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if i could keep cool | 3

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader

length: 20,322 words / 6 chapters

summary: A villain attacks Shouto Todoroki’s apartment and kidnaps what he apparently believes to be Todoroki’s secret lover. The bad news—for both you and the villain in question—is that you’re just there to clean the place. That’s how it starts.

tags: romance, reader-insert, accidental sugar daddy shouto, misunderstandings

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut

Things did not go back to normal.

You’d opened the door Tuesday morning, expecting the usual empty apartment for your next shift. Only, Todoroki had been there again, stretched out on his couch, a book in hand and what looked like an empty tea mug perched on the coffee table next to him. He was in a pair of dark slacks and another soft looking button up, rolled up at the elbows, and he did not look like he was planning on going anywhere.

“Oh, um, is now not a good time?” you asked, freezing in the doorway.

Todoroki looked up from his book, and you took a surprised step back. Damn, he was handsome. Apparently the weekend had dimmed your memory of just how handsome.

“I have the day off,” he said in his low, even tone. “I hope I won’t be in your way.”

You stared. “Oh, no. Just...uh, do your thing.”

He nodded, and you ducked down under the sink to grab your supplies again, then beat a hasty retreat to start in his bedroom while he wasn’t in it. It felt weird being in his room when he was just outside, but you powered through your usual checklist of items, making his bed, sweeping the floor, and wiping down all the furniture. When you got to the ensuite, you couldn’t help but check around for evidence of a secret lover, now that it was a hot topic of discussion, but didn’t find much beyond his sparse collection of toiletries.

It was disappointing that you’d been subjected to so much for a rumor that apparently wasn’t even true.

When you made it back to the kitchen, Todoroki was already there, seated at the island like he meant to talk to you again.

You startled and fumbled the disinfectant. “W-will I be in your way?”

He watched you evenly, a small smile pulling at his mouth. “I did tell you I planned on protecting my countertops.”

You let out a shocked laugh, delighted he’d remembered your conversation from last week. “We’ll see about that, hero. I have my ways.”

He huffed a soft laugh. “Not to worry, I have a backup plan if careful supervision fails.”

You looked at him curiously, and he produced a thin package in plain brown paper, sliding it across the granite at you like money in a television drug deal. He looked so suspiciously blank while he did it, the whole move almost made you want to laugh.

You settled for staring instead, wondering what he wanted you to do with the package. Were you supposed to put it somewhere? He sensed your confusion and gestured at it with one long-fingered hand.

“For you," he said. "A bribe to ensure the safety of my kitchen surfaces. It seemed to work last time.”

Oh, he meant the tulips. Had he really gotten you something else? Did he really still feel that guilty?

You smiled and waved a brash hand at him. “Oh! You don’t--that isn’t, I mean--you don’t need to give me anything. I meant what I said about calling it even.”

Then you remembered another unnecessary gift he’d given you and stuck your hand in your back pocket, fishing out the leftover tip from last time. “Oh, also this! You gave me too much last time. I took the amount your manager usually leaves.”

Todoroki looked at you strangely. You knew from your ventures on the internet that he was about your age, but he had this way of looking at you like he’d spent a hundred years traveling the world and still found you to be the strangest thing he’d encountered in it. You flushed pink.

“I was given to understand that there were vegetables in need of buying,” he said simply.

You pushed the money at him. “Yeah, which I can do with my normal amount, Todoroki. This is like buy a whole farmer’s market worth of vegetable money.”

He stared blankly at you. “I intended for you to keep it.”

You stared back. Of course he had intended that, but it wasn’t the right amount. Did he not understand how money worked? Why was he being like this?

Todoroki pushed both the package and the money back at you, fixing you with one of the most intent looks you’d ever been on the receiving end of. You felt your cheeks darken. “Last time...I don’t believe we introduced ourselves when we agreed to start over.”

You peered at him curiously. The conversation change seemed abrupt, and strange, like he was trying to distract you from arguing any further. Were you making him uncomfortable?

“Shouto,” he held out a large, long-fingered hand, like he intended for you to shake it.

You reached out hesitantly. His hand was warm, rough with callouses, and something shivery went down your spine when he closed his hand around yours. “Um, Y/N,” you supplied.

“Y/N,” he repeated to himself, and the sound of your name in his mouth fed the weird, shivery feeling. You pulled your hand away from his, and turned to the opposite counter to hide your face from him. God, was it impossible for you to keep your cool around him? Why were you so embarrassing?

Todoroki seemed undeterred by your sudden shyness, keeping up a steady stream of conversation as you worked your way through his kitchen. You wondered at his determination to speak to you, when in the media he seemed so aloof and kind of reclusive. His tone was quiet, and his manner fairly obtuse, as expected, but compared to what you’d heard of him previously, he seemed much kinder.

Todoroki surprised you even further by following up on topics from your previous conversation, which was made all the more embarrassing by the fact that everything he asked about seemed so normal and boring. You wondered why he’d even bothered to ask about the paper you’d complained about last time, when he spent his days literally fighting super villains. Papers were evil, sure, but nothing on the level of actual villains.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, when you failed to respond to his question about your paper.

You shook your head. “Nothing. I was just--surprised that you would ask, is all. Hearing about university has to be boring after everything you do all day.”

You were surprised by a low laugh. “Not really. I’d never considered going--being a hero was all I’d ever given thought to. It’s all my friends ever considered as well. It's...interesting to talk about something that isn't villains or attacks or strategy.”

You thought this over. “Still, though. It can hardly be what you actually want to talk about.”

“It’s...relaxing,” Todoroki allowed. “Thinking about something that is so different from what I do. It’s...nice.”

You thought on this. You couldn’t tell if he was just being nice or if he truly meant it, as he was kind of hard to get a read on, but you supposed if he was telling the truth, you could humor him. Maybe it really was nice to take a break from heroics, to explore other topics of conversation that didn’t carry the weight of human lives on them.

“Well if you really want to know, then my paper’s almost finished,” you said. “The cranky roommate was distracting all weekend so I spent Sunday churning it out in a coffee shop. The fancy one near campus with the nice beans, so it was actually a pretty good time.”

He asked the name of it, and you gave it, wondering if he was into coffee too. He didn’t look like a coffee guy, but then it was hard to tell anything with him. He was so unlike anything you’d expected him to be.

Things got weird again when you finally worked your way over to the island where he’d apparently pushed the money and the brown paper package even closer to you. You stared down at them.

“I’d like for you to accept them,” Todoroki said firmly, once he noticed you looking.

“I didn’t get you anything,” you said, feeling strangely squirmish. “I thought we agreed we’d call it even.”

The look on his face told you he’d agreed to no such thing.

“They’re not apologies,” he said simply. “They’re gifts.”

You looked at him, but he didn’t elaborate any more than that, and your sense of confusion only swelled. What was this all about, really? Was this normal for him? You wondered at the strangeness of the situation you’d found yourself in, and had a hard time concluding what the right thing to do was. Eventually, however, you took a tentative step closer to the counter. Your curiosity about what was in the package was gradually overwhelming your good sense and confusion. Maybe you could accept that and leave the money?

You said as much to him. “This is---really nice of you. I do mean what I said about the tip, though. I can’t accept that,” you mourned the lost vegetables, “but, um, I will accept this? If that’s okay?”

Todoroki looked like he wanted to argue, but at your pointed look, he seemed to reconsider, watching you evenly with those heterochromatic eyes. “Very well,” he said by way of acknowledgement, but something in his tone told you this wasn’t over.

You eyed him. He might be a pro hero and have cash to fling around, but you weren’t a push over. If he thought he’d get his way by arguing more, he was in for a rude awakening. You apparently had no reservations about telling one of the world’s most famous heroes to go fuck himself if pressed. He wasn’t going to win this battle either.

Slowly, you turned back to the brown paper package, carefully sliding a nail under the tape and unwrapping carefully. A fresh copy of your favorite author’s newest book stared up at you, and you couldn’t help the way your fingers clenched down possessively. Oh no.

You gaped at Todoroki. “What--?”

He looked kind of smug, like he knew just how much you liked it. “You mentioned it, last time. You said you liked reading but didn’t have the budget for books during the semester.”

Christ, had he actually been listening the whole damn time? First the vegetables and your paper, and now this? What the hell else had you said to him? What was the fastest way to cause a concussion and make him forget it all? Was this a good enough reason for joining the witness protection program?

“Todoroki, I can’t accept this,” you said.

“You said you would,” he replied. “Am I to assume you lied to me?”

Your mouth dropped open. Was he...teasing you? It was almost impossible to tell with that controlled expression and tone...but there was a glint in his eye that spoke volumes. You’d seen it before, mostly in drunk friends who were about to make mischief. Who would have thought that the notoriously deadpan number four hero had it in him?

“I’m serious,” you said. “This is too much. I loved the flowers, but you seriously don’t need to get me stuff. I know you said they’re gifts but they feel like apologies and I really don’t want that.”

Todoroki watched you closely, then rifled a hand through that red and white mop of hair. “I propose a trade for it, then, if you won’t accept it as a gift.”

You peered at him in curiosity.

“You will call me Shouto in return,” he said.

You let out a flat laugh. “That’s hardly an even deal. Be serious.”

“I am serious,” he replied, something like annoyance flecking his deep tone. He took a breath. “But one other condition, then, if you insist.”

You wondered what else he would ask for if his first request had been so ridiculous. Your first born child, maybe? A dress spun of moonlight? For you to solve these riddles three?

“Your phone number,” he said. “I’d like to text you.”

You gaped at him. He wanted what now?

“Todoroki, a name and a phone number are not payment for a gift like this,” you said slowly, trying to ignore the way your brain was rapidly entering what the fuck mode. He couldn’t be serious. “You need to trade for something you’d actually like.”

“Have you considered,” he said, “that I might like to be your friend?”

You stopped short. Oh that was...so straightforward. And also kind of nice? And also really cute?

You suddenly felt guilty for staring at him like he was a fool to ask. Was he really trying to be your friend? Was this just how deadpan rich boys did things?

“Oh, um, no,” you admitted. “I hadn’t, uh, considered. But I would like that. Being your friend.”

A slow warmth pooled in your fingertips at the idea. You did not understand this man at all, but you liked the little ironic sense of humor that sat under all the rest of it. And the way he’d apologized and had listened to your ramblings and was currently trying to befriend you was actually really sweet. You would actually like to be his friend, if that’s what he really wanted.

“Then my name and your phone number is my trade,” he said firmly.

You nodded slowly. There was a vague sense in the back of your mind like you’d just been tricked somehow, but you didn’t explore it. He’d seemed straightforward enough...right?

He handed off his phone to you for you to plug your number in, and you wondered wildly what your life was now, and what exactly Shouto Todoroki thought the two of you were going to text about.

Todoroki also hovered over you as you added him to your contacts, making sure he displayed as his first name specifically, and you laughed. “What if I know another Shouto?”

“Then you can change his contact to his family name,” Todoroki said dryly.

You huffed a laugh. Straightforward was definitely the right word for him.

After that, you fell into a somewhat easier conversation, buoyed by the knowledge that Todoroki intended to make friends. He asked you more about your life as a student, particularly interested in your thoughts on the books you’d read for lecture, your impressions of your professors this year, and your schedule and favorite haunts between classes.

In return, he shared details of his own work, stories of his time at UA, and details on some of his friends whose personal effects you’d seen around his apartment. It was so interesting to hear about the pros from someone who actually knew them personally, and it gave them dimension you would have never assigned to them yourself. It was certainly news to you that Katsuki Bakugou was a top-tier cook and could actually stop swearing and sit still long enough to make something.

You cleaned as you talked, and then found yourself lingering a little longer even after your shift had finished, enraptured by the conversation. Todoroki was so weirdly easy to talk to for someone who gave the impression of being so quiet and withdrawn, and coupled with his good looks and honest nature, it made him almost too charming.

Eventually, though, you could feel the phantom fingers of your uncompleted homework clawing at the back of your mind, and bade him a goodnight. This evening too, however, he insisted on an agency car, and moved like he would have literally shouldered the door closed on you when you started towards it before a car arrived. Then you again found yourself bundled into the back of a car, this time with a book stuffed into your hands and a vague sense of disorientation floating after you.

As you shed your jacket and backpack in the doorway of your apartment, you got a text from him as well. Goodnight, Y/N, it read, just as simple and straightforward as you would have expected from him.

You stared down at your phone for a long time, bewildered by the strange turn of events that had shaped your life these past weeks.

Shouto Todoroki had gotten you a book. Shouto Todoroki had an actual personality. Shouto Todoroki wanted to be your friend.

It seemed that after your kidnapping, returning to normal had not been an option.

If the warmth on your cheeks was any indication, you weren't so disappointed to find that out.

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grlwtskulltattoo · 3 years

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Fall For You - Chapter 4

Characters - Jax Teller x OFC (Katrina)

Summary - Katrina leaves an abuse relationship and heads home after finding out about her father’s passing. Old feelings come back to the surface for a person from her past. Story will follow the events of the show as much as possible. How might have Jax’s story changed with a different woman in his life.

Word Count - 8152

Warnings - NSFW, Hardcore Smut, Violence, Angst, Adult Language, Dark Themes, Fluff, Miscarriage, Pregnancy, Accident, Mentions of Physical and Emotional Abuse, Self-Harm. Drinking.

Will add to the warnings as the story progresses. Warnings cover the whole series. Some parts will be more mild than others.

A/N - Feedback is welcomed and encouraged, and may help motivate me to continue. All mistakes are my own. If you would like to be tagged in future parts, please send me an ask to be added to the list.

I know this chapter has been a long time coming. Just took me awhile to get the pieces to fit into the right place. I can only hope that I did it justice. This chapter ended up being twice as long as I expected. I hope that helps make up for the long ass wait…. Oh and there is an added bonus at the end of the chapter…..Smut….If you’re into that kind of thing. I apologize in advance if it sucks…. Been a long time since I’ve written steamy sex scenes. Thanks for following along on this crazy ride.

Katrina spent the week following her father’s funeral preparing the house to put up for sale. She had no desire to continue living in the house that harbored so many bad memories. Her only regret is that bad memories out weigh the good ones involving her mom. She went through all of her father’s belongings. She saved the important stuff, family mementos that mainly involved her mom, some things from her father’s past that she’s curious about, and some items from her childhood. She was surprised to find a shoebox in her closet filled with notes that her, Jax and Opie passed to each other in school. She knew that she should throw them away, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. The stuff she didn’t want to keep was piled up in the driveway under the carport beside the garage for the local thrift store to pick up.

She is leaving the furniture in the house at the recommendation of the Realtor. He told Katrina that having furniture in the house gives potential buyers a better idea of the size of the rooms. Katrina doesn’t really care either way, the furniture will be donated as soon as the house sells. The old Dodge Challenger in the garage Katrina plans to keep. Even if she has to rent a storage unit to store it in until she finds a new place to call home. She is only keeping the bare necessities in the house for her to use until she leaves.

She has to admit that she’s a little relieved that she hasn’t had any unexpected guests. Everything has been pretty quiet since the funeral, other than the explosion that occurred the night before last, on the outskirts of town. She can’t help but wonder if Samcro was somehow involved with it. Maybe that was why Jax hasn’t tried to stop by.

Katrina spent some time pouring over the old photos in her father’s stuff. On the back of the photo of him dressed in Native American regalia was written “Pine Ridge Res”. She wondered if maybe his family lived on the reservation. Maybe she had an aunt or uncle still living there. She was seriously considering taking a drive up there to investigate. Hopefully learn more about his past, so maybe she can understand why he became such a bitter asshole of a father. South Dakota might also be a good place to get a fresh start, away from Charming and far away from Vince.

Katrina puts the photos in an envelope and places it with her duffle in her bedroom. She fixes herself something to eat once she realizes that it’s already evening time. While she is eating, she thinks about the meal Gemma prepared for the dinner after her father’s funeral. She still feels a little guilty for leaving the way that she did. Gemma has a good heart, and has always treated Katrina like family, even if she has a tendency to meddle. Katrina knows in her heart it wouldn't feel right to just leave town without expressing her gratitude to Gemma for all of her help. Once Katrina finishes eating, she cleans up then grabs her jacket. She’s getting a little stir crazy at the house and decides to head over to TM to see if Gemma is still there working in the office. It’s getting a little late, but she remembers Gemma used to work all hours of the day and evening depending on how busy they were.

As Katrina rode her Harley to the shop she knew she was taking a chance on running into Jax. Hopefully he’ll be out doing club stuff, and won’t notice her there. When she pulled into the parking lot at Teller Morrow it was mostly empty save a couple cars and bikes. She parks her bike near the office, relieved to see Gemma’s car parked near the door. When Katrina turns off her bike, she’s surprised that there’s no loud rowdy music coming from the clubhouse. It’s actually pretty quiet. There is light filtering from the office window, so she’s fairly confident that Gemma’s inside. Katrina quietly walks inside the open door, catching Gemma off guard.

“Hey baby, what brings you by?” Gemma asks with concern in her voice. Katrina notices that Gemma looks tired, like the weight of the world is resting on her shoulders.

“I wanted to apologize for leaving the dinner the way I did last week. I feel really bad about it, especially after everything you did to help. I think all the emotions were getting to me, and it was hard listening to all the stories about my father.” Katrina sincerely expresses to Gemma.

Gemma gestures to the chair next to desk, and Katrina takes a seat. “That’s ok baby, I know how hard it is to lose someone. It can take a minute to process everything going on. How are you doing now?” Gemma asks while lightly rubbing Katrina’s arm that is resting on the corner of her desk.

“Better. I cleaned out the rest of the house, got it listed with a real estate agent.” Katrina replies.

Gemma looks a little surprised. “So I guess that means you’re not planning on sticking around.”

Katrina can hear the disappointment in Gemma’s voice. “I don’t belong in Charming anymore. Never really did. I’ll probably stick around for a little bit to make sure everything goes ok with the showings of the house. Then I’m probably gonna take off.”

Gemma shakes her head at Katrina’s first comment. “You’ve always belonged here, Kat. I know Jax and Opie have missed you. I’ve missed you. You were like the daughter I never had. Don’t ever feel like you don’t belong here. You’re family.” Gemma looks Katrina straight in the eyes as she grips her arm.

Katrina sighs as she looks away. If only Gemma knew the truth about her father, maybe she’d understand why this town carried so many bad memories for her. Not to mention the whole Jax and Tara thing. “How are things going here? The clubhouse is pretty quiet.” Katrina asks trying to change the subject.

Gemma loosens her grip on Katrina’s arm. “Been a busy last few days. The club’s dealing with a Mayan problem. Jax’s junkie whore of an ex-wife, Wendy, just gave birth to his son. We don’t know yet if the baby is going to make it. He was born 10 weeks premature with a tear in his abdomen and the family flaw. I just got back to the office after spending a few hours trying to straighten up Jax’s house from the mess his ex left.” Gemma grabs a cigarette from her pack on the desk and lights it.

Katrina is in shock. She didn’t know Jax had an ex-wife and a newborn baby. “Wow. I had no idea.” She’s a little surprised that he was involved with a different women. She had alway imagined that he’d be married to Tara.

“Yeah, it’s been a little crazy around here.” Gemma sighs. “Jax won’t see his son in the hospital. Something about not wanting to get attached incase he doesn’t make it. Which is bullshit, he just doesn’t want to get his heart broken.” Gemma looks at Katrina with a pleading look in her eyes. “Do you think you could talk to him?” Gemma asks hopeful.

Katrina feels uncomfortable with the request. “I don’t know about that.” She tries to decline gently, shaking her head.

“Please, Kat. He won’t listen to me. You and him were so close. Maybe he’ll listen to you.” Gemma pleads.

Ugg. It was the last thing Katrina wanted to do. Get in the middle of family drama. She really doesn't feel it’s her place to get involved, especially since she’s been gone for so long. She’s not as close to Jax as she used to be. She has been trying to avoid that. But seeing Gemma upset breaks her heart. “Ok. I’ll try to talk to him. I can’t make any guarantees that he’ll listen though.” Katrina reluctantly agrees.

“Thank you, Kat. He’s in the clubhouse.” Gemma looks relieved.

Oh shit, right now? Katrina wasn’t expecting to have to do it so soon. She was hoping to have the night to think about how to approach Jax. Katrina reluctantly gets out of her seat followed by Gemma. Gemma takes Katrina in her arms and gives her a little squeeze. “Thank you baby.” Gemma whispers in her ear.

Katrina gives Gemma a light pat on the back before walking out of the office. As she walks to towards the clubhouse she takes deep breaths of the cool evening air trying to steel her nerves. Mentally preparing herself for all the questions she’s sure to get bombarded with. When she enters the clubhouse, all the memories of her, Jax and Opie running around came flooding back to her. It was where she had her first shot of whiskey on a dare, learned to play poker, rocked out to loud music, and almost had her first kiss. It felt like home.

It was pretty quiet inside the clubhouse, with the exception of music playing at a low volume. She was surprised that there was no one there besides Jax. She spotted him at one of the tables, lost in thought and milking a bottle of whiskey. “So I hear congratulations are in order.” Katrina startles Jax from his drink.

Jax looks up in surprise at the intrusion. “You must have been talking to mom.” He sourly replies.

“Jackson Teller, a father.” Katrina teases him as she nears the table.

“Yeah, for how long.” Jax grumbles.

“Your mom said that you haven’t seen your son yet. Why not?” She asks as she takes a seat at the table across from Jax. She notices the sadness in his eyes at the question.

“Don’t really want my heart broken.” Jax replies, staring at the amber liquid in his glass.

“Yeah, she mentioned the heart defect and stomach issues. Something about a junkie whore. Regardless of that, if it was my son, I would be spending every second I could with him.” Katrina tries to encourage him. “Besides that, he’s got a tough as nails father, so he’s gonna be a little fighter. He’ll pull through.”

Jax smiles a little at that last comment. “So what brings you by? Besides doing mom’s dirty work.”

Katrina knows Jax is trying to change the subject. At least she can tell Gemma she tried. “I came by to apologize to your mom about leaving the dinner early after the funeral.”

Jax nods his head softly. “Yeah, everyone was disappointed you left.” Especially me.

“I thought I could handle hearing the stories about my father, but it got to be a little too much to handle at that moment. Brought up a lot of memories.” Bad memories.

“So where have you been for the last 11 years.” Jax asks pointedly.

And so it begins. Katrina can’t help but wonder if it’s too late to walk out the door. She knew Jax was going to have questions, and she had really hoped to avoid them. She gets up from the table to grab herself a shot glass and a coke from the bar, before returning to her seat. This conversation is going to require an excessive amount of alcohol. She grabs the bottle of whiskey sitting in front of Jax and pours herself a shot. Katrina quickly downs the shot, welcoming the burn of the amber liquid as it travels down her throat. She then takes a sip of the coke to calm the burn. Jax patiently waits for her response, taking a drag from the cigarette in his hand.

“When I left Charming, I bought a bus ticket to Vegas. I got a job working at a casino restaurant as a server, and then I found myself an apartment. I became really good friends with a tattoo artist at a parlor in the casino. He let me apprentice under him and has been teaching my how to tattoo and the ins and outs of the business. One day, I hope to have my own shop.” Katrina decides to leave out the part about Vince.

Jax is surprised. The club has a charter in Vegas that he’s visited numerous times over the years. If only he had known Kat was there too. He might have been able to convince her to come home sooner. At the very least, been able to visit her. He’s missed his best friend. When Katrina left, it hurt more than when Tara left for school. It wasn’t until she left that he realized how wrong he was for not pursuing a relationship with her, despite his fears.

“I have to say, I’m a bit surprised that you and Tara aren’t married with a few little ones running around. And what’s this about a ‘junkie whore’?” Katrina asks. Turn about is fair play.

Jax lets out a soft sigh. “Tara left shortly after you did. She went to the university to become a doctor. Then she went out to Chicago to intern at a hospital. She begged me to go with her. To get out of this ‘cess pool of a town’, but Charming is my home. She was pissed that I prospected into the club with Opie, even though it’s what I always wanted. To follow in my father’s footsteps, and be a part of the club that he helped build. We fought about our futures, more than we got along. We started to grow distant from each other. I wasn’t to heartbroken when she left, like I thought I would be. I was more upset about you leaving than her, even though mom blames her for breaking my heart.” Jax confesses. “Tara just recently returned home and is working at St. Thomas hospital.”

Katrina shakes her head, not surprised about Tara trying to change Jax. She had tried to warn him when they were teenagers, but she had alway felt her comments fell on deaf ears. Some people have to learn the hard way. Katrina pours herself another shot and quickly downs it.

“The junkie whore is my ex-wife, Wendy. She was a club hang-around. Her and I started spending a lot of time together. For me, it was about fighting the loneliness I felt after you left. I never really loved her. We got married a few years ago. She started using drugs, so we grew apart. Separated for awhile. Then she got clean, and did a stint in rehab. We tried to make things work again and got back together. That’s when she got pregnant with my son. Things just didn’t line up for us. I wasn’t happy, so we started growing distant again. I filed for divorce a few months ago. Told her I’d help pay the doctor bills for the pregnancy. Haven’t heard from her in a while. Apparently she started using again even though she was pregnant. Mom went over to our house yesterday and found her passed out on the kitchen floor, bleeding between her legs, with a needle stuck in between her fingers. Mom rushed her to the hospital where they preformed an emergency c-section. My son was born 10 weeks premature with a tear in his abdomen and the family flaw. He only has a 20% chance of survival. I should have kept a closer eye on them, maybe this wouldn't have happened” Jax replies with regret heavy in his voice.

“You can’t blame yourself. If she wanted the drugs bad enough, there’s nothing you could have done to stop her. She would have found a way.” Katrina tries to alleviate some of his guilt.

“That may be so, but it doesn’t make me feel any better. I did beat the shit out of the dealer that has been supplying her with the poison. Wendy apologized for what she did and promised that she’s going to get clean, but it’s going to take some time to rebuild that trust. I think she’s more worried about being charged with fetal abuse, then she is about our son. If Gemma has her way, Wendy won’t be a part of our son’s life. I can’t say I disagree with mom on that.” Jax has a defeated look on his face as he pours himself another shot.

Katrina matches Jax’s shot with one of her own. She’s starting to feel a buzz from the alcohol, but she’s not sure if it’s enough to get through the questions that she knows are coming. She isn’t slurring her speech yet, but it is getting a little easier to talk. It almost feels like old times, chatting with her best friend… almost.

“So… Why did you leave town, without so much as a goodbye?” Jax asks while looking directly into Katrina’s eyes. He sees a momentary flash of pain cross Kat’s face.

There it is. The million dollar question. The one she was hoping to avoid. All the pain and bad memories came flashing back to the forefront of her mind. She knew deep down Jax has a right to know, but it didn’t make it any easier. She can’t help but fear that once he knows the truth about her father, he’ll look at her differently. With pity, or guilt for not realizing what was going on and stopping it. She doesn’t want him to feel sorry for her, she fought her own way out and it made her stronger.

Kat pours herself another shot and takes a sip of it before answering him. “One of the reasons I left was to get away from my abusive asshole of a father. Shortly after my mom died, my father started to become distant to me. It was like the sight of me reminded him of what he lost. Almost like he blamed me for her death, even though she died from cancer. He would loose his temper over the smallest things. That lead to him breaking things around the house. If there were dirty dishes left in the sink, he would throw them across the room shattering them against the wall. If I left my backpack on the floor after school, he’d toss it. He started punching holes in the walls, kicking down doors. After while the only thing that seemed to calm him was liquor. As soon as he arrived home from work he’d grab a beer from the fridge, sometimes a couple of them. When the beer started losing its effectiveness he started drinking more hard liquor and getting into drug use. That’s when I started to become his punching bag. If I got in his way he’d hit or kick me. If he felt I was talking back to him he’d slap me across my face. He told me I was worthless, that I was no better than garbage, and that he couldn’t wait until I was no longer his problem.”

Katrina lightly rubbed the small row of scars near wrist with her thumb, slightly hidden by the skeleton torso tattoo on her forearm. She remembers the pain she felt inside from her father’s words and the relief she felt cutting herself with the small knife she kept in her pocket. She never cut herself deep enough for there to be very much blood, just enough for the physical pain of the blade sliding across her skin to distract her from the pain in her heart.

She glances at Jax’s face and sees the shock and anger in his eyes. Before she continues, she grabs a cigarette from the pack on the table, lights it, then takes a deep drag off it to calm her nerves.”That’s why I used to wear long sleeve shirts and jeans in the middle of summer. To hide all the bruises and scratches on my arms and legs. I stayed out as late as possible with you and Opie, hoping that my father would be passed out before I got home. Some times I’d get lucky and he’d be asleep on the couch, other times I was greeted with him calling me a slut or a whore for staying out so late with the guys. I tried to avoid him as much as possible. When it got closer to graduation I started planning my escape. I saved as much money as I could from my after school job, and used it to buy a bus ticket. I just always seemed to be in the way. So when I got old enough, I got out of the way”

"Why didn't you say something? Tell us that was going on.” Jax is heartbroken and angry to find out that his best friend had been suffering and he did nothing to stop it. He remembered the nights when he, Katrina and Opie hung out. Remembered her reluctance to go home when Gemma said it was time to get ready for bed. Or the nights Katrina begged him to hang out for just one more hour, even though it was already getting pretty late.

"What? So that you could 'save me'. I didn't want your pity or for you to feel sorry for me. I didn't need you to fight my battles.” Katrina defends her silence on the matter, a hint of scorn in her voice.

"So you run away instead? Leave behind every one you've ever known. The people that love and care about you." Jax accuses her, the hurt evident in his eyes.

"Seems to me like you were busy loving someone else." Katrina mumbles under her breath.

Jax gives Katrina a confused look. He wasn’t sure he heard her right, but he had a feeling she was referring to his relationship with Tara. “Now that your father is gone, are you planning on sticking around Charming?” Jax asks, hopeful that there may be an opportunity for them to spend more time together. To reconnect.

Katrina sighs before downing the rest of her shot. “I put the house on the market. The stuff I plan on keeping I’m going to get a storage unit for until I find a new place. I’m not planning on going back to Vegas, but I am thinking of heading north. Maybe towards the Dakotas.” She sees the disappointment on Jax’s face.

“I was kind of hoping that you were going to stick around for a bit.” So maybe I could change your mind about leaving. Jax feels crestfallen, his heart is pounding in fear that she’ll leave and he’ll never get a chance to find out if they would be good together. Ever since Katrina returned to Charming, the what if’s and should’ve beens have been plaguing Jax’s mind. He knows now that it was a mistake hooking up with Tara back in high school. It should have been Kat. She always understood him, never made him feel that he had to choose between her or the club. Things might have been so different for both of them.

“I was going to stick around for maybe another week or two, just to make sure there are no problems with showing the house. Incase something major needs to be fixed.” Katrina reassures Jax, although, by the look of his face he’s not.

“So are you seeing anyone?” Jax isn’t sure he really wants to know the answer, but he can’t help himself. He has to know if she’s involved with another man. If there is even the slightest chance he can convince her to stay.

“I was, but it’s over now.” She really doesn’t want to elaborate on her relationship with Vince, and she hopes that answer is enough to appease Jax.

Jax feels a flicker of hope. “You said your dad was one of the reasons why you left, were there any other reasons?” Despite what Kat was going through with her dad treating her like shit, Jax still couldn’t wrap his head around the idea that she would just leave. Without any warning or even a goodbye. They were best friends. He has never felt as close to another person as he did her, and for her to disappear the way she did, crushed him. He has a feeling there is more to the story.

Katrina groans inwardly at the question, but at this point, with the alcohol coursing through her veins she feels there is no point in holding back. She has already confessed one of her darkest secrets by revealing her past with her father, what’s one more secret. It’s not like it can change the past.

“The other reason I left was because it killed me seeing you and Tara together. I’ve had feelings for you since we were kids. I thought as we grew up and got older those feelings would change, but they never did. I was in love with you and it broke my heart seeing you with her.” Katrina confesses feeling extremely exposed. She just laid her heart and soul on the table.

Jax is blown away by her answer. He feels a sense of relief that she shares his feelings. He knew she cared about him when they were younger, but he always felt that she probably cared about him in a sort of brother sister way. To find out that she was in love with him made his heart soar, and gave him even more hope that there is a chance they could be together. If he can convince her to stay and give them a chance. “Why didn’t you ever tell me how you felt?” Jax asks, even though he can guess her answer.

“I was afraid you didn't feel the same way towards me, and it would just come across as jealously towards Tara. That it would change the way you felt around me, the way you acted around me. I was afraid of losing my best friend.” Katrina admits.

Jax feels like a dumbass now. All this time wasted that they could have been together. If they wouldn’t have been so afraid to tell each other. “I also have something to confess. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. Since we were kids.”

Katrina looks at Jax with surprise on her face. She never expected to hear those words come out of his mouth. Maybe he didn’t mean it. Maybe it was the whiskey talking. "So why didn't you ever tell me how you felt?" Katrina asks, genuinely intrigued.

"Because I was terrified that if or when I fucked things up between us, I would not only lose the woman I loved, but I'd also lose my best friend. It wasn’t until after you left that I realized the mistake I made. And I lost you anyways." Jax admits, his voice filled with sadness and regret.

“If you had feelings for me, then why did you hook up with Tara?” Katrina asks in confusion.

“I had some feelings for Tara, but I don’t think I was ever truly in love with her. She was more of a distraction from my feelings for you. Same with Wendy. Every time I was with them, it was your face I saw.” Jax feels a little weird for revealing that part, but it was the truth. Every woman he’s been with he pictured Kat’s face. Wished it was her, he was with.

“When you were dating Tara, I always felt invisible to you. I felt like you saw me as just one of the guys. You started to become distant to me, so I started spending more time with Opie. It seemed like every time you paid even a little bit of attention to me, Tara would snatch it away. It got to the point, where I started avoiding you, to keep myself from getting hurt.” Katrina confesses.

Jax winces at her words. He hates himself for how he hurt her, even though that was never his intention. In his mind, he was trying to protect her and their friendship, by avoiding what his heart yearned for. “I am so sorry, Kat. I never meant to hurt you. I was just trying to bury my feelings for you because I was afraid. I was afraid you didn’t feel the same way towards me and I’d ruin our friendship. I didn’t want to lose you. You have no idea how much I regret those decisions.” Jax sincerely apologizes. He takes Katrina’s hand into his and looks into her eyes. The years of pain and hurt shine in her eyes and he feels heartbroken that he caused some of that pain.

“Yeah, well, that’s all in the past.” Katrina tries to brush it off. She still feels the sting of all those memories, even if it feels like a lifetime ago.

“What if we gave us a shot?” Jax asks, hopefulness in voice. He has vowed to himself that if the opportunity ever came up to be with Kat, that he wouldn’t hesitate.

Katrina looks at Jax in surprise at his question. She feels butterflies in her stomach at the prospect of finally getting what she had always wanted. To finally be with the man that she has been in love with most of her life, but another part of her feels cautious. “I don’t know, Jax. A lot has changed since we were kids. We’re not the same people we were back then. We’ve both changed. Hell, you’re a father now, and VP of SAMCRO.” Katrina is trying to rationalize in her head why this is a bad idea, even though her heart is pounding with excitement. The alcohol running through her veins isn't helping the situation.

“Come on Kat. We both have feelings for each other. I know the first time I laid eyes on you, when you got back into town, I felt butterflies in my stomach. All of those old feelings I had for you came rushing back. I can’t stop thinking about you, and how much I want you in my life.” Jax pleads with her. He has never wanted something as bad as this. To make a life with Kat by his side.

Katrina hesitates to give Jax an answer. This isn’t something to just rush into, especially with her alcohol hazed brain. She needs some time to think this through. She is supposed to be getting out of Charming, not tying herself down. She can’t help but be concerned about Vince. What if he tries to track her down. As much as she hopes that he’ll take the hint, that she’s not coming back, she can’t help but fear that he won’t be so willing to let her go. Even though she has no doubt that Jax will do everything in his power to protect her, she doesn’t feel it should have to be his problem.

“Jax, it’s not that easy. We both have other things going on in our lives. There’s no guarantee that us being together will even work.” Katrina tries to dissuade him. She doesn’t want to get his hopes up for something that may just be a pipe dream.

“At least we could try. If it doesn’t work then so be it, but I can’t live with the what ifs and could have beens without at least giving it a chance.” Jax tries his best to convince her. If he has to get down on his knees and beg he’s not afraid to do it.

“Maybe we should think this though. Preferably when we’re both not drunk.” A part of Kat wants to say yes….god yes… but she also doesn’t want to agree to something she might regret.

Jax is a little disappointed in Kat’s hesitation, but at least she hasn't said no yet. There may be hope.

Katrina gets up from her chair, her legs feel a bit wobbly. “I should probably head home, it’s getting late.”

“Like hell, you are” Jax replies a little too sharply, while grabbing the keys to her bike off the table. He rises from his seat to face her.

Katrina stares daggers at Jax, a little miffed at his tone. If he thinks he can control her and what she does, he’s got another think coming.

Jax quickly realizes how that came across. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for that to come out that way. It’s just, we’ve both been drinking…a lot. You’ve pretty much matched me shot for shot. I wouldn’t feel safe getting on my bike right now, and I don’t think it’d be a good idea for you to either. I’d hate to wake up in the morning, and find out that you wrapped your bike around a tree or something. You should probably crash here tonight.” Jax tries to explain.

Katrina is a little relieved at Jax explanation. It makes sense, although she’s not sure its a great idea to spend the night at the club house.

Jax approaches Kat, the draw of being near her to great to deny. He gently places his hand on her check, the memory of the bruise around her eye flashes across his mind. His thumb lightly caresses her check bone, but when there is no flinch from her, he is relieved that the wound has healed. He still feels that flash of anger that anyone would dare to raise a hand to her. He slowly lowers his lips to hers, aching to feel their softness against his. He has longed to kiss her for as long as he can remember.

Katrina is a little nervous at Jax’s closeness, but her body is quick to respond despite the warnings in her mind. When she feels Jax’s lips against hers an excitement courses through her veins. The feel of his velvety lips against hers was almost as intoxicating as the whiskey they have been drinking. Jax’s hands start slowly sliding down Katrina’s neck then around to her back, where he gently coaxes her into an embrace. Her body melds to his like it was made for it.

As the kiss deepens, warning bells go off in Katrina’s head. Her rational mind warns her that she should stop this from going any further, but years of pent up longing urge her to keep going. Katrina is swept up in the smells of leather, smoke and light cologne, with a hint of vanilla that seemed uniquely Jax. Before she realizes what is happening, she feels Jax’s hands lightly caress the sides of her breasts before traveling down her waist to rest on her hips. He draws her hips in closer to his and she can feel the evidence of his arousal. His breathing gets heavier, and Katrina feels the butterflies in her stomach.

Even though in her mind she knew this was a bad idea, Jax was like a drug, and she was jonesing for a hit. There was a passion between her and Jax that she had never felt with Vince. Maybe it was because it had been building since their youth. The feelings they had been holding back finally able to be explored. Katrina gives as much as she takes, returning Jax’s kiss with a fever of her own. She lightly rubs the tip of her tongue on Jax’s lips until he grants her access to his mouth. She hears his groan as he starts grinding his erection into her stomach. Jax starts guiding her to his dorm room without breaking the kiss. By the time they enter the room, they are both breathing heavily. Jax kicks the door shut with his foot, not wanting to break contact with Kat.

Katrina reaches for Jax’s belt intent on releasing it as she starts to kneel down in front of him. Jax grabs her arms and lifts her back up. “As much as I’d love to see your beautiful face going down on me, I want tonight to be all about you. I want to show you how strong my feelings are for you.” Jax expresses to her.

This is a new experience for Katrina, and she can’t help but feel a little excited about it. When she was with Vince, it was all about what he wanted and how he wanted it. Often times it seemed their lovemaking was very one sided, with her left feeling unsatisfied. Like she was just a toy for his pleasure.

Jax cups Katrina’s face and gives her another soul searing kiss. She can’t get enough of the taste and feel of his lips on hers. His hands wander down to the hem of her shirt and he gently lifts it up. They break the kiss long enough to get the shirt over her head. Jax then goes after Katrina’s belt, pulling it loose from its buckle, then he quickly releases the button on her dark jeans. He slowly slides her jeans down her legs then ghosts his fingers over her panty clad pussy. He smiles when he hears her sharp intake of breath. Katrina toes off her boots then slides the jeans off the rest of the way.

Jax takes a step back to take in Kat’s beauty while he kicks off his own shoes. Her black bra and panties compliment her tanned skin. He takes off his kutte and drapes it over the back of a nearby chair. The question of whether Katrina has more ink finally being answered. He has seen the tattoos on her arms, but now he’s seeing a large dreamcatcher on one of her sides and a colorful feather on the other. There is a black crow with a purple background on her collarbone and an angry wolf surrounded by roses on her thigh. He can’t help but admire the art adorning her body and is surprised that he finds himself getting even more aroused seeing it.

Jax guides Katrina to the bed where she sits on the edge and watches as he removes his pants and white t-shirt. He tosses them onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Jax approaches her in just his boxers not bothering to hide the fact that his cock is straining against the material. He tilts her face up for a quick kiss before his lips and tongue start wandering down her neck. He can’t help himself as he leaves a small hickey just above her collarbone. Jax caresses her breasts over the fabric of her bra, before reaching around to unclasp it and watching in awe as her perfect breasts are exposed. He takes one nipple into his mouth sucking and using his tongue to tease it into a peak, while he lightly caresses the other bud. His gently pinches and rolls her exposed nipple with his calloused fingers until it hardens and becomes sensitive. He then laves the other nipple with his tongue, sucking until he feels Kat squirm. Kat feels a tingling sensation travel from her stomach to her core. She can feel wetness gathering in her panties.

Jax lightly pushes on Katrina’s shoulders, encouraging her to lay back on the bed. Settling between her thighs he continues to lavish her body with attention, kissing and licking his way down to her panties. He starts rubbing her clit lightly through her underwear, just enough to cause her to squirm towards his hand. Her breathing becomes erratic, hitching every time his fingers touches the right spot. He can sense a bit of frustration from her at his teasing, causing his lips to curl into a smirk. Finally Jax runs his fingers along the top edge of her panties, slowly pulling them down her thighs, and leaving a trail of kisses and licks in their wake.

That first flick of Jax’s tongue on Katrina’s clit causes an explosion of sensations coursing through her body. She can’t remember the last time someone went down on her, making this time feel like the first time. Jax’s warm breath, and the feel of his whiskers rubbing on her most sensitive area threatening to send her over the edge. Jax can sense her body tensing up, like a coil ready to snap, so he starts kissing the inside of her thighs to give her a chance calm. Once her breathing returns to some semblance of normal he focuses his attention back on her core. The light ghosting of his tongue in her folds and around that little bundle of nerves feels like heaven to Kat. It doesn’t last long though. Jax quickly starts licking and sucking her bud like a man starved for water.

“God baby, you taste like honey to me, and I can’t get enough.” Jax praises her between breaths, as he laps up her juices.

It takes everything inside of Kat not to lose control. She runs her fingers through Jax’s hair as he continues his assault on her clit. His tongue then prodding her slit, going directly to the source of her sweetness. Katrina’s moans increase, and Jax’s name becomes a silent prayer. She then feels his finger teasing at her entrance. Lightly caressing through her folds, gathering moisture before sliding the slender digit inside her. He pumps his finger in and out, surprised at how tight she is. The feeling of her walls clenching on his finger sending a fresh surge of arousal straight to his already straining cock. He could tell the tip of it was already leaking pre-cum. Jax adds another finger inside her to help prepare her for what’s to come. He twists his fingers around and starts doing a come hither motion. Jax quickly finds that little bundle of nerves inside her that will probably be her undoing. He can feel her clench around his fingers and her thighs start to squeeze. Kat starts pulling his hair as he continues licking her clit and rubbing that hidden gem inside her. He can tell Kat is getting close to her release by her ragged breathing and the tightening of her muscles.

“Fuck, Jax, don’t stop.” Katrina manages between shuddering breaths. She can feel the knots in her stomach unraveling. Her impending orgasm right on the cusp of sending her over the edge. Her moans get louder the closer she gets.

“It’s ok baby, you can let go.” Jax encourages her. “Cum for me. Give me some more of that sweet nectar.”

That is her undoing. Jax’s husky voice beckoning her to release the flood gates. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over her. Her vision starts to fade and she is seeing stars. Her body shudders and her juices dribble straight into Jax’s waiting mouth. Jax laps every bit of it up as he slows the movement of his fingers. He tries to ease her down from her climax before removing his fingers.

When Kat’s breathing returns to normal she looks down at Jax’s smiling face. The evidence of her release glistening on he mustache and beard. Jax gently withdraws his fingers from inside her pussy, and she instantly feels a void. “I need you inside me.” There is a hunger in her eyes as Kat pleads to Jax. She wants…no needs, more.

Jax stands up and removes his boxers, finally unleashing the beast. Katrina is a little taken back by the size of his cock. She had no idea he was packing that much heat. Explains the loose fitting jeans. She feels a rush of excitement, and maybe a little bit of fear that it’s going to hurt. Jax sees her concern and reminds himself to take it slow, give her some time to adjust. She is nothing like the crow-eaters he’s fucked, girls that have taken so many dicks it a wonder they can feel anything.

“Do you have a condom?” Katrina timidly asks, suddenly nervous. Jax has already produced one son, she doesn’t want to take any chances that tonights actions result in another.

“Yeah, I do.” Jax can’t help but feel a little bummed about not being able to experience her pussy bareback, but he understands. He reaches into the nightstand drawer and pulls out a little foil package. Katrina watches in fascination as he tears it open with his teeth and pulls out the rubber. Jax strokes his straining cock a couple times then rolls the condom down from the tip to the base.

Katrina scoots up the bed giving Jax room to join her. He settles between her legs and pulls her face in for another passionate kiss. He then guides his cock to her core rubbing the head along her folds, gathering her wetness to help ease his passage. He lines himself up and slowly pushes his cock into her wet slit, going an inch at a time. He slowly rocks his hips back and forth, gaining an inch each time he pushes forward. When he finally bottoms out, he pauses for a moment, giving Kat time to adjust to his girth. When Jax stops, Katrina releases the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. She has never felt this full before. There is a slight burning from the stretch in her pussy, as well as an intense pleasure at the fullness.

“Relax your muscles, baby. It’ll help.” Jax whispers in her ear, concern in his tone.

After a few calming breaths, Kat feels ready for him to start moving again. She tilts her pelvis towards him, and then gives him a slight nod. Jax sets a slow pace at the beginning. The feeling of her tight, constricting walls threatening to send him over the edge. He feels like a damn teenager, ready to blow his load after only a few quick pumps. It takes every ounce of his control to prevent that from happening.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” Jax whispers almost reverently. He’s trying to stay in control, but he feels it slipping fast as he picks up the pace. Thrusting in and out, fast and faster. His balls crashing against her ass, as her walls clench around him. The tip of his cock brushing against her cervix each time he bottoms out.

Katrina feels the knot in her stomach growing. Every time Jax trusts into her pussy a tingle travels down her spine and straight into her core. She can feel her climax quickly approaching. She wraps her arms around his chest, her nails digging into his back. The moans coming from her mouth getting louder and louder each time his cock brushes against her sweet spot.

Jax can feel her tightening around him, and he knows he’s not going to be able to last much longer. “It’s ok, baby. Cum for me. Cum on my cock.” Jax reaches down to her clit, rubbing circles over it with his thumb.

Katrina is plunging over the edge as another intense orgasm rips through her body. Every nerve ending in her body is tingling as her juices coat Jax’s dick and balls. She clings to Jax’s body as she rides out the high. Jax follows her after a few more thrusts, a wave of euphoria washing over his body as his cock releases rope after rope of warm cum. Jax collapses next to her on the bed, then he draws her into his embrace. His twitching cock still nestled in her depths. They both lay there for a moment trying to catch their breath.

“That was amazing.” Jax says in awe, his breathing still labored. His fantasies of her never even coming close to the bliss he just experienced.

Katrina nods her agreement, exhaustion claiming her body. She nestles into Jax’s warmth as he squeezes her against him. Jax kisses the top of her head, as a feeling of contentment washes over him. He doesn’t want this night to end.

After a few minutes the twitching of Jax’s cock subsides and it begins to soften. He wraps his hand around the base of it to hold the condom in place as he withdraws it from Kat’s warm depths. Even as sleep starts to claim Kat, she can’t help the groan that escapes her mouth at the loss of the fullness in her pussy. Jax chuckles a little at the pout now gracing her face. He disposes of the condom in the trash, before heading into the bathroom to clean up. Once he is done cleaning himself, he returns to the bed with a warm washcloth to gently clean Kat. She flinches a little when he wipes around her sensitive bud. He has no doubt that she’s going to be a little sore tomorrow. When he finishes with the washcloth, he tosses it into a nearby laundry basket, before turning off the light. He climbs back into the bed, pulling the covers over them. Katrina seeks out his warmth again, resting her head on his chest as his arm wraps around her back drawing her close. Sleep quickly claims both of them.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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dirty-holy-things · 3 years

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Starlight

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x AFAB Reader

Rating: Mature, for adult themes.

Words: 6.0k

Chapters: 1 / 1 (?)

Warnings: Not many, as this story is honestly very soft and sweet. Story does include pregnancy.

Author’s Notes: This is set post TFATWS. This started out as purely self-indulgent, tooth-rotting kind of sweet story that I needed to get out of my head after the finale — and it quickly spiraled into a heap of excessively soft feelings and special moments. It’s in a spot where I might decide to explore this further in the future, but we’ll see. I just want Bucky to have a happy ending and all the wonderful things, okay?

Summary: Neither you or Bucky could’ve imagined a life quite like this, surrounded by your found family and countless days of sunshine. After a Memorial Day weekend trip to Louisiana to visit Sam and Sarah, the two of you finally found that ever-elusive sense of peace — and so you sank into it, building a life and a home and a future together. For all of the pain that came before, the universe now extended a kindness in the form of a perfectly happy ending.

For having grown up in a place as dull and frozen as the northeast, Louisiana was endlessly inviting and enticing — you loved the heat, loved the energy and spirit of those around you, loved living in a place where you could hear the ocean. Proof that something bigger, and more powerful, than anything occupying your world was out there; and here you were, coexisting with it. Yes, you loved your newfound life here — and you owed it all to one James Buchanan Barnes.

He had finally coaxed you out of your Brooklyn apartment one Memorial Day weekend, with an open invitation from Sam and Sarah to stay in the extra bedroom; you had been worried about the imposition, but after Bucky had put Sam on speakerphone one evening to guilt you into the visit, you finally conceded. When you packed your bag for the holiday weekend, you had no idea that you would come to love the small town within a matter of three days; but you had, and from the moment you and Bucky had touched down at JFK, you knew you were ready to go back.

You had eagerly leapt on any invitation that was extended, and one late summer evening while Sam and Bucky played with AJ and Cass in the yard, you found yourself watching them from the open window — you came to the realization that something about this moment just felt right. Like the pieces were finally coming together, after a lifetime of feeling scattered, feeling lost. Sarah picked up on the look in your eye easily, but that came as little surprise. The two of you had gotten to be good friends through the course of your visits, spending many a evening on her porch with a glass of iced tea — or wine — and she had a knack for seeing into people as it was.

She leaned back into the countertop, looking at you with a knowing smile. “You and Bucky seem happy here.”

You were startled out of your reverie, having been lost in the picturesque moment of joy in front of you; Sam was teaching AJ some boxing moves, and Bucky was wrestling with Cass, letting him win as he pinned him into the overgrown grass. Sarah’s comment had been spot on; you were certainly happier here than you had been anywhere else. “Yeah, we are happy here,” you sighed with a smile. “Things feel... right. I don’t have a better word for it, we can blame that on the wine — but yeah, things feel right.”

“Feels like home?”

Ah, yes. That was the word for it.

She leaned back into the countertop, looking at you with a knowing smile. “You and Bucky seem happy here.”

“Feels like home?”

Ah, yes. That was the word for it.

Your apartment in Brooklyn was nice, it was cozy and familiar, and you certainly loved it more now that it was shared with Bucky and Alpine. But when you thought about home — the brownstone wasn’t what came to mind. You thought about Louisiana, you thought about exactly where you were in this moment. You thought of cookouts filled with family, friends, and food; you thought of early morning trips to the small diner for the best biscuits and gravy to grace this earth; you thought of the many late nights spent drunkenly dancing with Bucky on the docks, while the two of you hummed off-key.

Taking a sip of your wine, you turned to look at Sarah. “Yeah, home. That’s the word.”

She nodded, her assessment having been correct. She seemed to think about her next words carefully, pausing before speaking again. “Have you two ever thought about moving here?”

You blinked in surprise to her question. “N-no, or at least, I haven’t — I mean, we have the apartment, and...” you trailed off, realizing that the only thing keeping you tied to the city was the fact that your belongings were there. You laughed, rubbing your hands across your face as the realization hit you. If this felt like home, why not make it home?

“There’s a house going up for sale down the road. You remember the Braxton’s, they were here for the Fourth of July. Her husband passed recently, so her son’s moving her in with his family, and they’re looking to sell the house.”

Your heart rate began to pick up speed as flashes of images ran through your mind — a house with Bucky, a home, one in a place where the two of you felt more at peace than you had ever believed to be possible. You thought of dinners shared in the late evening sun, mornings spent on the docks, Christmases shared with those who you considered as family — without the hassle of plane tickets. You coughed as you cleared your throat, trying to dislodge the nervousness that had settled there. “You think... d’you think that Bucky would want — would want to move?”

Sarah laughed, a bright and boisterous sound filling the kitchen that had always been brimming with love. “That man would move heaven and earth for you, if you asked. I think he’d be more than happy to move some furniture.”

***

Sarah had been right, as per usual. You had approached Bucky about it cautiously, nervously, later than night; but your nervousness proved to be for naught as he grinned at you like a kid on Christmas morning. His blue eyes burned with a sort of fire that set off butterflies in your stomach, and when he said yes, yes, yes — you felt tears prick your eyes as you realized that soon, you would be coming home, but this time, with the intention to stay.

The moving process had been easier than you expected, but of course, moving countless boxes and items of furniture was easy when your boyfriend was a super-soldier with a vibranium arm. Sam had also come along to help load the moving van, and the two of them made short work of clearing out the apartment that you had lived in for the past several years. You felt a twinge of sadness as you closed the door, knowing the memories that the walls held, but you were excited for all of the new memories to be made within the walls of your new home.

You and Bucky had bought the house down the road from Sarah; it was well-loved and meticulously maintained, having been looked after by Mr Braxton for decades. Mrs Braxton was delighted to know that the two of you would be moving in, fondly remembering the time that Bucky had spent an entire winter’s day working with Mr Braxton to repair the hot water heater; and as you signed the documents that officially made the house your home, she only asked you for two things — to keep up her husband’s garden, and to share your banana bread recipe. You agreed to both wholeheartedly and with a laugh; and as you saw Bucky smiling at you from across the room, you knew that this journey was starting off on the right foot.

As you drove up the gravel road to the house that was now called home, you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face — the water was at your back door, the property was concealed and kept private by trees that looked perfect for climbing, and the wraparound porch offered the promise of countless nights of peace. You killed the engine and looked on at Bucky expectantly; somehow both nervous and excited.

“Y’gonna go inside, doll? Or was your plan to have us live in your car?” His cobalt-blue eyes were bright against the warm dusk of the evening, and a teasing grin worked its way onto his face.

You shrugged nonchalantly. “I figured the Tiguan would be pretty comfortable — the seats lay back —“ Your sarcastic response was quickly cut off by the feeling of Bucky’s lips against yours, soft and sweet and warm, but also holding the same sense of nervousness and trepidation that resided within your chest. Pulling back from him, you stared into those endless blue eyes that held the same depth and complexity of the ocean. “You — are you sure this is what you want?”

His hands came up to cradle your face gently; you felt the warmth of one and the coolness of another, loving the duality of the man seated next to you. “This is exactly what I’ve wanted — before I even knew what I wanted — this was it. It was always this. It was always you.”

A few hot tears rolled across your cheeks as you leaned in to kiss him, but it was only a quick peck as he quickly pulled away, unbuckling his seatbelt and hopping out of your car. He was at the driver’s side door in mere seconds, opening the door as you extricated yourself from the seatbelt. You moved to step out onto the gravel driveway, but before your feet hit the ground, Bucky’s arms had wrapped securely around you as he brought you into his chest; you laughed at the unexpected gesture, wrapping your arms around his neck as you nuzzled your head into his broad shoulders. “What’s all of this about, Mr Barnes?” You asked teasingly.

“Carrying you across the threshold,” he responded nonchalantly, but you noticed the blush creeping across his cheeks. “Bad luck not to.”

You relaxed into his strong grasp, trusting him not to let you fall — you had trusted him through everything, and this moment was no exception. He carried you up the stairs and across the porch before coming to the front door; it was just slightly ajar, as if someone hadn’t pulled it quite hard enough before leaving. But it offered the perfect opportunity for Bucky to nudge it open with his foot, not putting you down until the two of you were standing in the center of the house, looking on at this place that would now be called home. The floor creaked slightly underneath your weight as Bucky placed you down gently, and you couldn’t help but smile as you thought about the impossibility of kids trying to sneak through this old house, and the challenges the aged floorboards would certainly present.

“Welcome home, Bucky.”

“Welcome home, doll.”

***

Your first night in the house had been one full of excitement and passion. The four-bedroom house was admittedly more space than you needed, but the Braxtons had wanted the house to go to someone who was part of the community, rather than risk it being bought up by land developers; and as the two of you explored the house that was now your own, a devilish thought crept up on you.

“Y’know your superstition about carrying me across the threshold?” You asked loudly, as you leaned against the wall of what would soon become the master bedroom.

“Not a superstition,” Bucky called out from the private bathroom, as he opened every drawer and cabinet with curiosity.

“Superstition or not — I know of another one,” you teased. “It’s supposedly only right to christen every room.” You raised your eyebrows at him suggestively, winking as he caught on.

Bucky stepped towards you, quickly closing the gap between your bodies; you felt his arms wrap around you securely as he brought you into him for a desperate, needy kiss. “Well — best not to risk it. Let’s see, we’ve got our bedroom, one, two, three others, the living room, the kitchen, the laundry room, the garage —“

You cut off his rambling with an intense kiss, effectively quieting him as his attentions turned back to you and the rightful christening of your new home.

***

The two of you had been living in the small Louisiana town for almost a year now, and the house felt more and more like home with every day that passed. Your steadily-improving artwork graced the aging walls, Bucky’s socks were frequently found abandoned in the bathroom, and the garage had become the construction hub for the various household projects the two of you had taken on. Bucky’s book collection had grown to fill the built-in bookcases, and you had grown to fit the expansive kitchen you now had access to.

Sarah and her two boys had become the closest thing the two of you had ever known to family, and while Sam was not quite as consistent of a presence, he had gradually slipped into a brotherly role for Bucky. There were countless shared dinners, holidays were spent together, and you were endlessly grateful for the family that you had fumbled your way into. And when Sarah had a date one Friday evening, you and Bucky were more than willing to look after AJ and Cass, both boys being boisterous but incredibly fun and kind-hearted.

It had been an evening of pizza, video games, and nervous questions that couldn’t be asked of parents — and as you and Bucky tucked the exhausted kids into bed, well past Sarah’s set bedtime, the two of you looked on at the sleeping forms with a smile. You pulled the door of the guest bedroom closed softly, while Bucky’s strong arms wrapped around you securely as they pulled your weary form into his. You looked up into radiant blue eyes, blushing at the intensity with which he stared at you.

“That wasn’t too hard,” he commented, slowly guiding your tired bodies towards your bedroom. “Kids, I mean. I feel like we managed pretty well.”

You laughed as you tightened your grip around his narrow waist, feeling his muscles moving beneath your hands as he guided you to the bedroom. “I’m sure there’s more to kids than letting them play Mario Kart until 1AM and feeding them pizza.”

Bucky shrugged as he released you from his grasp, the two of you now securely closed within the privacy of your shared bedroom. “Sure, but you’re... good, with them. You’re good with kids — y’might be too smart for their own good, I don’t think they could ever sneak anything past you, but...”

His words trailed off nervously, and you desperately wanted to know what the end of that sentence might be. Your eyebrows raised in curiosity, hoping he’d finish that thought.

Bucky paused before getting into bed, his boxers hanging low against his well-muscled frame; your mind raced at the sight, heartbeat picking up as you felt heat rush to your cheeks. However, the comfort of bed was calling to you, neither of you used to being up so late anymore as the years had gone on. The two of you were wrapped securely within the comfort of bedsheets before Bucky spoke again, picking up the same thread of conversation that had been cut short just moments ago.

“You’d — well, what I was thinking, is you’d be a good — “

You cut him off with a kiss of sweet intensity, knowing the words on the tip of his tongue; you’d be a good mother. He didn’t need to say the words aloud for their weight and meaning to echo throughout the room. His admission of confidence and trust in you made you glow in a way that you hadn’t felt before — the thought of children had always seemed so far away, so far fetched that you hadn’t stopped and considered it as a possibility. But as you eagerly responded to Bucky’s exploratory, sensuous touch underneath the sheets, you started to wonder if that perceived impossibility may someday transform into a reality.

***

The sun was setting low against the docks, barely clinging to the skyline; and by this point in the evening, both you and Bucky were a few glasses of wine deep. Sam and Sarah had invited you over for dinner, and the quality of steaks that were grilled and the wine that was served indicated a certain level of formality that you hadn’t quite expected; your mind racing, you considered the dinner you would offer in response, not wanting to seem ungrateful for their generosity. Your thoughts of future dinners, however, were put on hold when Bucky’s cool hand came to rest upon yours before gently pulling you up and away from the table. Sam and Sarah shared a knowing look, while AJ and Cass continued to be entirely preoccupied by the food in front of them.

“Buck, what’s — what’s up?” you asked curiously, as he guided you through the yard and out onto the dock, the familiar area faintly illuminated by the warm glow of the soft and aging lights. There was a nervous look on his face, one that made you want to move forward and smooth it away with a kiss; but as you stepped into his broad frame, he grew rigid. “Bucky, is everything alright?”

He laughed, a hint of nervousness breaking through. “Better than alright, doll.”

You smiled in relief, moving to lean against the weathered wooden railing of the boat dock, trusting that his rigidity and resistance was for a reason, whatever that reason may be.

You watched as Bucky took a deep, and incredibly anxious breath. Your heart started to race as you looked on at the tall, pacing man, unsure of what could be unsettling him like this. He spoke quietly and slowly, the weight of his words quickly bringing you into the gravity of the moment. “From the time I was sixteen and taking a girl on my first date, I had imagined what this moment would be like. When I joined the military, that moment I had imagined, it changed — I started to think of all of the formalities, of asking my girl’s father and hoping that my rank proved to be something he would respect, and that I was someone he could entrust his daughter to.”

You felt your heart race, although your mind was racing along even faster, a faint but hopeful feeling growing within your chest as you hung on his every word.

“But then things went wrong, so horribly, awfully wrong — so wrong that I could never forgive myself for what had happened, for what I had done, for what I had become. I was — I was a monster —“

It was at this point his voice cracked, as did your dedication to any emotional reservation; you reached out towards the man pacing in front of you on the docks, but were unsure of what to do next. He allowed your hands to come to rest on his waist as he continued to speak, his eyes staying locked on you as he paused to steady himself.

“For so long, I was the Winter Soldier. And even after that, for so long, I was fighting for redemption — I was fighting to... to become someone that was worth all the saving. I knew that I wanted to be better, I wanted to be more, I wanted to be the kind of person that someone like you could love.”

“I do love you, Bucky, all of you. I always have and I always will,” You whispered softly in response, the crashing of the waves threatening to drown out your words. “There’s nothing I love more in this life than you.”

Bucky smiled, although his bottom lip trembled slightly. “I had been so worried that the universe would — would punish me for what I was. I was worried that I would never... never get the opportunity to be loved again. But you —“ His voice cracked once again, and you saw the intensity of emotion playing out on his face as he blinked rapidly and pursed his soft, pink lips together. “You loved me, even after I told you everything, and — and you didn’t run away. And even after that, for years I went to sleep every night worried that this might be it, that it might’ve been my last day with you. But you stayed, and every new morning I got with you felt like a miracle.”

You shook your head slowly, tears rolling hotly down your face as you thought of all the mornings you had shared, never knowing the fear and relief that had been playing out behind those blue eyes. “Of course I stayed, Buck — I always will.”

He took another deep breath, trying to calm himself before speaking again. “I know that now. And — and I want to spend every day waking up next to you, I want to spend every day being loved by someone as incredible as you.” He paused, before sticking his hands into the pockets of his black denim jacket and fidgeting. “Sixteen year old Buck, twenty-two year old Buck, hell, even the Buck you met all those years ago never could’ve imagined this life, or this moment right here, but it’s exactly what it was meant to be. It was always meant to be me and you, doll, and that’s what I always want it to be. And with that —“

The world slowed down around you as Bucky gently grabbed your shaking hand, the warmth of his gentle grip radiating through you. In this moment, you were fairly sure that the waves had stopped crashing, the wind had stopped blowing, everything in the world coming to a quiet and peaceful standstill as you watched him sink down onto one knee. Your breathing had stopped, your whole heart felt as though it had stopped — and you appreciated the universe pausing for just one moment, allowing you to commit this entire scene to memory. Looking down at the man kneeling in front of you, Bucky’s eyes looked brighter and clearer than you had ever seen, even with the few tears that threatened to spill.

He continued to hold your hand, anchoring himself to you, as his other hand disappeared into his jacket pocket to retrieve a small black box; the velvet looked soft and darker than the night, and it was accented with a delicate gold thread that formed an intricate B upon the top. The beautiful box, resting against the cool vibranium of his palm, matched so perfectly that you were sure this had been intentional. Bucky stared up at you as though you had hung the stars in the sky above, and he grinned as he opened the box that held his promise of the future, of an unconditional and unending love.

“Would you do me the extraordinary honor of spending every day with me? Will you marry me?”

His voice rang clear and true across the water, and you didn’t need a single second to think of your answer — you launched yourself into his arms, laughing and crying to the point where you couldn’t speak a word, simply overflowing with happiness and love. Bucky’s arms wrapped around you, lifting you upwards as he stood up from the weathered grey wood of the dock; as he spun you around, you saw a look of sheer joy and adoration on the face of the man you had come to know and love. Setting you down gently, his hands never strayed from your side as he smiled at you expectantly. “So’s that a yes?”

You laughed as you nodded eagerly, realizing that the word had actually never been spoken — your voice shook with tears as you answered his question. “Yes, yes, yes — yes, Bucky, god, yes —“

Somehow his smile grew even wider and brighter; the sun had slipped below the horizon, but the two of you illuminated the scene with joy as Bucky took your trembling hand into his. The ring looked so small within the expanse of his broad hands, but as he slipped it onto your ring finger, it was perfect. Everything about it was perfect. “Oh,” you sighed softly, staring at the exquisite piece that graced your hand. “Bucky, this is — this is so beautiful —“

“Yeah?” He beamed at your praise. “It’s, uh, it’s pretty special — d’you want me to tell you about it?”

You nodded, still in shock and awe as you looked on at your hand.

“The band, it’s — well, it’s vibranium. It’s the strongest thing I know, next to you. And — it’s almost like it’s a part of me, y’know?” He shrugged his shoulder, and you watched the way the metal of his arm gleamed in the light. The band was thin, delicate, but as you now knew, it was also incredibly strong. “And the diamond, th’middle one, it was my mother’s.”

You felt another hot wave of tears rushing against you, crashing like the same waves that surrounded you. The stone was beautifully cut, the emerald shape highlighting the brilliant fire that somehow burned within the stone, and knowing the significance of it only served to make it even more perfect. “How — how did you—?”

Bucky laughed, his hands still holding onto yours. “Took a lot of work to get that back to me, but that’s a story for another day.” He moved your hand slowly and softly, admiring the way the diamond caught the low light of the bulbs above. “Fits perfect.”

“How’d you pull that off?” You asked, a hint of a tease behind your genuine curiosity.

Bucky laughed, the baritone of it echoing through your chest. “I might’ve... borrowed, one of your rings for a bit.”

“Ahh, so that’s where my mother’s ring had gone,” you mused, the smile on your face feeling as though it was permanent at this point. “I thought I was losing my mind when it turned back up in my jewelry box.”

“That was me,” Bucky admitted with a look of chagrin. “It was hard to keep that from you, I saw how worried you were — but I think it was worth it in the end, don’tcha think?”

“Absolutely,” you giggled, looking down again to admire the impossibly beautiful ring; you’d get to look at it every day, you’d get to have Bucky by your side every day. “Bucky, god, I love you so much —“ Overwhelmed by a tidal wave of emotions, you anchored yourself to him before leaning in for a kiss; his hands snaked around your back as he pinned you against his broad and muscled chest, and as you kissed him with fervor you tasted something unmistakeable on his lips. You pulled away from him reluctantly, and saw that a few tears had escaped to roll down his cheeks. You swiped the last one away with the pad of your thumb, before leaning in for one more soft kiss.

The faint sound of clapping made its way to you, carried along by the warm summer breeze, and both you and Bucky turned to see what had become your family grinning and cheering from the porch. The two of you laughed, the moment overflowing with joy, and he clasped your hand securely in his as he guided you off the dock and back to the excited onlookers.

Sarah was crying unabashedly as she pulled you in for a hug, and you wrapped your arms tightly around the woman who had become your best friend, your sister. “I’ve gotta see the ring,” she said eagerly as she pulled away from your hug. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks as you extended your left hand for her to see the ring. One eyebrow shot up as a grin spread across her face. “Damn, Bucky, you did good!”

He was quickly pulled into Sarah’s arms for an embrace, and he relaxed into the contact in a way that he never would have just a few years ago. Sam clapped Bucky on the shoulder, an easy smile on his face as he turned to look at you. “You sure this is the one you want?” Sam asked with a laugh, shaking Bucky by the shoulder.

You nodded, still smiling — you hadn’t stopped and you were sure your cheeks would be aching for days to come. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

AJ and Cass ran up to Bucky as they crashed into him for a hug, and he laughed as the wind was knocked out of him. “So, if you’re Uncle Bucky, does that mean we’re gonna get an aunt now?” AJ asked curiously.

Bucky nodded, the two of you sharing a soft and happy glance.

Cass spoke up next, having a question of his own. “Can we get some cousins too?”

The adults laughed at Cass’s genuine and hopeful question. You grinned on at Bucky, thinking of the sound of small footsteps running across your home’s creaking floorboards; you mussed Cass’s hair before pulling him into a hug. “One thing at a time, alright buddy?”

***

The wedding was small, but still bigger and more important than anything you had ever done in your life. Your backyard had been decorated by Sarah, having been filled with flowers and soft, sheer fabrics — it was transformed into something simple but ethereal. The weather held out, despite the brief shower that morning, and it was a perfectly balmy and breezy day. The wedding was attended by Mrs Braxton and her children, the librarian that Bucky had befriended, and the other community members that the two of you had come to love, and who had come to love you right back. You and Sarah had prepared the food for the celebration the day before, frequently having to chase Sam and Bucky out of the kitchen as they tried to steal a taste of something. The music for the evening was played from an old stereo that occasionally crackled with static, but it was just right.

Bucky waited for you by the sparkling water in a button-down with the sleeves rolled up, and you had fixed up an ivory gown that had been found while perusing a secondhand store. Sam walked you down the aisle, staying strong and steady as your heart raced and your knees wobbled; AJ and Cass stood next to Bucky, having excitedly agreed to being groomsmen after Bucky had bribed them with a pizza. The air was warm, but the collective feeling of all the love contained here, in your backyard, was more comforting than any sunny day or roaring fire could ever hope to be. Bucky bit his lip as he watched you walk towards him, one tear slipping down his clean-shaven cheek despite his best efforts to remain cool and collected. Sarah and Sam stood next to you after you had placed your shaking hands into Bucky’s equally-excited and nervous ones, and your eyes never left one another until that long-awaited line was spoken — “Mr Barnes, you may kiss your bride.”

It was the most perfect, tender, soul-shattering kiss, and the whistles and cheers faded into the background as if it were only you and Bucky here standing against the setting sun. He was all you needed, but in this moment, as the two of you walked down the aisle hand in hand, you looked on at the scene before you and realized you didn’t have only what you needed. You had everything you wanted.

***

Or so you had thought.

Your house was filled with love, no hidden cracks or crevasses escaping the happiness that emanated from the two of you, but it still needed something.

That something came along a few years later, and you could hardly contain your excitement when you dragged Bucky to the couch before presenting him with a hastily-wrapped box. He looked confused as he stared at the item you had eagerly thrust into his hands. “Is there a holiday or something I forgot about? I’m sorry doll, I’ll make it up to you.”

You just shook your head, the excitement and butterflies rendering you silent. You watched as Bucky carefully unwrapped the box, a curious look on his face as he bit his lower lip. The lid came off, and Bucky sat there with the box in hand, completely frozen for several minutes.

Hand shaking like a leaf in a storm, he grabbed the item before turning to face you, tears running down his face in rivulets as he looked on at you with unabashed hope. “R-really?”

He held up an impossibly small onesie, the words ‘My daddy is my favorite Superhero’ printed in bright, colorful letters. You nodded, grinning as the tears rolled down your face. You were swiftly pulled into Bucky’s lap, his arms cradling you against him securely, and he couldn’t do anything but hold onto you and cry.

Shoulders heaving, he looked up at you before planting a tear-stained kiss on your forehead. “Thank you,” he whispered to you, clinging to you tightly. “Thank you,” he sighed, but this one wasn’t for you — this was for the universe and the kindness it had extended, kindness he never imagined he could deserve.

***

The delivery was interesting, to say the least. Bucky had run through the house like a madman, coming to screeching halts and occasionally crashing into something as he tried to gather the hospital bags and anything else he thought you might need. He was an absolute terror on the road, but you knew that any police officer so bold as to try and stop him would simply walk away upon seeing the erratic and nervous look on Bucky’s face.

He somehow managed to calm down when you made it into the hospital bed; Bucky was here for you, he loved you, and was going to do absolutely anything that you asked of him. He never complained or winced when you gripped his hand so tightly that you thought you might pop a tendon; and he never left your side, whispering sweet words of love and encouragement through every tough moment.

And finally, after one more push, the room was filled with the piercing and beautiful cries that the two of you had been waiting to hear for months. Bucky looked on at you in absolute shock and wonder, as the doctor brought the baby to rest upon your chest.

“Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Barnes. It’s a girl.”

The two of you had decided to wait, knowing that the only thing that mattered was that your child made it earthbound safely.

“She has your eyes, Buck,” you whispered, as her tiny fist wrapped around your pinky finger. Bucky was silent and crying, unable to do anything else. Slowly, ever so slowly, his hands moved from the edge of the bed up to where your daughter was resting against your shoulder. As he got closer, he pulled back a bit, before regaining his courage and moving forward again. “D’you want to hold her?”

His eyes flashed with fear and trepidation; how could he hold something so sweet and so small and so new? How could he have made anything so innocent and perfect?

You shifted up in the bed, before grabbing Bucky’s hand and guiding it towards you. You eased the small bundle into his arms, and watched as his eyes grew impossibly large, like a deer in the headlights. You could see the emotions swirling within him as he brought her closer to his face, his finger coming up to gently stroke his daughter’s soft cheek. “Hi, sweetheart,” he whispered, voice cracking. “It’s — well, you don’t know me yet, but I’m your daddy. I love you so much, and I’m s-so lucky to have you and your mom. I can’t wait for you to see how amazing she is...”

He eventually moved to sit in the armchair next to your bed, and you drifted off to sleep as Bucky continued his one-sided conversation with his daughter. She was quick to follow you to sleep, and the poor nurse who offered to take her so Bucky could rest as well was subjected to a look that would shake anyone to their core. Your daughter slept on his chest that night, his head drooping against his shoulder as he held her close, and he only let her go when you were awake and asking for her.

The drive home was incredibly cautious, quite unlike the drive to the hospital, and as you stepped through the front door of your home, you smiled at the sight of Bucky managing multiple duffle bags, a baby carrier, and your McDonalds bag. He placed all of the items down gently, not wanting to wake the baby; he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you and your daughter into his chest. Sighing contentedly, he kissed the top of your head.

“It’s a good life, Bucky Barnes.”

You could feel the smile on his face as he kissed you once more. “It is now. I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Buck.”

#bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #sebastian stan #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier

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Can I Make a Mess Now?

Jungkook’s never had sex before but, after realizing that he’s falling in love with you, he thinks he wants that to change.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Virgin! Jungkook, established relationship au, college au, smut, fluff.

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: This is a part 2 to Will You Make a Mess Now? Please please please let me know what you think! Love you

Warnings: smut, language, 18+ only please.

Winter break never lasts long enough does it?

A few short weeks of bliss and then-

BOOM.

You’re forced out of the warm and lazy cocoon of holiday spirit and, back into the rigidity of modern education.

It’s not that you don’t enjoy your studies, it’s just that after nearly four years of exams and, group projects that never go exactly as planned; you are starting to feel burnt out.

It also doesn’t help that you spent the majority of your winter break sleeping over at your boyfriends house.

You got used to the weight of his head on your chest.

You got used to running your fingers through his hair; an act that lulled both of you to sleep.

You got used to waking up beside him every morning.

When the semester started once again, the two of you agreed that you’d reserve overnight stays to weekends only.

As encouraging as you were of each other’s success, copious amounts of alone time is a (delightful) distraction.

Especially since the two of you began exploring the boundaries of your relationship.

At the beginning of winter break, Jungkook had revealed to you that not only was he a virgin but, he’s never been touched before.

After a bit of discussion, he decided that he wanted you to change that.

And boy did you…

You still can’t get the images of him falling apart beneath the firm grasp of your hand out of your head.

It’s arguably one of the best things you’ve ever seen.

Jungkook’s room became the safe haven for exploration.

Many cold nights were spent underneath his duvet, touching on each other until things eventually got heated enough for you to take turns making eachother cum.

Happy Holidays indeed.

There was one night in particular that things got a little out of hand.

In the heat of the moment, Jungkook had torn off your t-shirt, leaving the two of you to make out in your underwear.

He positioned you on his lap with a low whine in his throat and, at the feeling of your heat pressing directly into his dick; he almost lost it right then and there.

It took everything in him to keep his hands steady.

To keep them from ripping your panties off…

However, he succeeded and although, it was painful to slow things down, he knew it was the right thing to do.

The only problem is, that night increased his desire to a level he’s never felt before.

He knows he wants you to be his first but; he’s so particular and, so sensitive to his surroundings that he wants to make sure everything is perfect.

Perfection is a concept he frequently struggles with and, although he’s lessened his standards over the years, he still finds himself reverting back to his old habits.

Losing his virginity is a big deal for him.

He can’t help that.

And because it carries so much weight, he feels the need to hold off until the moment is 100% right.

But, how does he define such a thing?

He knows he wants you.

He knows you want him.

He knows he’s falling in love with you…

So, how is a perfect moment established?

Can you plan it?

Jungkook doesn’t know but, he’s starting to believe that he can’t.

His brothers don’t understand his issues.

Seokjin’s been with his girlfriend for two years and, every time she comes to visit, he can hear her moaning through his bedroom door.

An event that continuously scars him.

Namjoon is engrossed in his studies so, he doesn’t make time for relationships.

But one time, when he was looking for his laptop, Jungkook walked in on him getting his dick sucked.

He’s still never gotten that image out of his head.

Hoseok literally attended an orgy two months ago.

Jimin’s dating his childhood sweetheart.

Taehyung stays over at the sorority house at least twice a week.

And, last but not least, Yoongi frequently walks around sporting various love bites and scratch marks after a night with his girlfriend.

Jungkook’s spoken with his hyungs’ regarding sex a few times but, it’s never a conversation he initiates.

He’s far too shy to openly speak about these things.

But from what he’s gathered, sex is top notch.

None of his brothers could think of anything that feels as good, although Yoongi did cite sleeping as a close second.

After a long week of lectures and tedious lab work, Jungkook has finally decided that he wants to lose his virginity.

Or at least…he’s ready to talk about it…

He starts off guns a blazing: he sends you a text trying to appear nonchalant despite the fact that his heart is currently pounding in his chest.

Jungkook: do you want to come over tonight?

Jungkook: there’s a new season of that anime we started watching :)

His message does the same bit of damage on your heart because, although you two have been dating for quite some time, you still get excited at the thought of seeing him.

You: plzzz

You: this first week has killed me

You: I need to relax so bad

You: my brain cell count has dropped to dangerously low amount.

Jungkook chuckles to himself, shaking his head at your response.

Jungkook: wow

Jungkook: lower than normal???

Jungkook: that’s pretty bad jagi :/

You giggle, already gathering your toothbrush and, various other items needed for an overnight stay.

You: I know

You: it’s a tragedy : (

Despite the playful banter between the two of you, Jungkook is furiously moving around his room, cleaning every inch of it.

He’s dusting the shelves, vacuuming his floor, rearranging his figurines on his desk.

He feels like a mad man…

Jungkook: lol you’re ridiculous

Jungkook: you can come over around 7 if you’re ready; I’m just finishing up an assignment.

Jungkook: miss you <3

Your boyfriend is literally sour patch kid.

You: miss you too

You: falling asleep without you sucks

You: 10/10 would not recommend

Jungkook smiles, gripping his phone in his hand, a flurry of emotions stirring in his stomach.

Jesus, he really likes you…

Jungkook: stay the night then

Jungkook: I’ll make sure you sleep better tonight

He feels proud of himself.

He initiated you coming over, he’s holding a playful/flirty conversation with you, and he’s totally not freaking out at the fact that he’s going to have to tell you he’s ready to have sex.

Right?

Okay, the last part is definitely a lie but he’s just gonna go with it.

You: on my way :)

Jungkook receives this text from you roughly two hours later when he’s getting out of the shower.

He deep cleaned his bedroom, put fresh bedding on his mattress, scrubbed every inch of his body and, now he was standing in front of the mirror with nothing but a towel on his hips.

He takes time slathering lotion all over his skin, hoping that you like the vanilla-honey scent before applying a copious amount of deodorant.

He shaved in the shower, taking his time to remove the bit of hair around his crotch because it makes him feel cleaner.

Jungkook’s hair is getting longer too so, he’s been putting leave in conditioner on his ends to keep them healthy and spritzing his hair with anti-frizz serum.

After roughly 20 minutes of primping, he gets another text from you as he’s pulling on his sweat pants.

You: Here <333

Jungkook feels his stomach twist whilst reading your message.

Here goes nothing…

You’re standing outside the door of Jungkook’s house, dressed in a hoodie and a pair of leggings.

Comfy works out for you because, it requires minimal effort and, it’s also your boyfriend’s favorite look on you.

So, it’s a win win.

Given the fact that you and Jungkook usually end up fooling around, you took the time to exfoliate and shave whilst you were in the shower.

You may have also worn a new lacy red bra that had arrived in the mail earlier that day…

But, who knows?

“Yahhh there she is…”

You instantly light up as Jungkook eagerly swings open his front door, quickly pulling you into his grasp.

He smells amazing but, he feels even better and, you waste no time in pulling him close to you.

“I missed you.” You mutter into his hair

He grins, hugging you a bit tighter and, ushering you inside, “Missed you too, are you cold at all?”

Stepping through the threshold of his door, you notice that he’s freshly showered himself, his hair is damp and stringy but, it frames his face perfectly

“A little bit but, I plan on using you for warmth really soon so, I’m good.”

His hand is intertwined with yours as he leads you up to his room and, his face lights up with a smile.

“I got a new duvet on Tuesday, it’s really warm but,” He places a hand on his chest. “,you can still use me though, I missed having you here.”

Jungkook mutters the last half of his sentence, his cheeks warming up at his confession before he pushes open the bedroom door.

You don’t comment on his shyness but, it makes you smile and lean into him a little more.

His room is always clean but, the fresh scent of his disinfectant spray is slightly more pungent than normal. It isn’t a harsh smell; it’s a soft lavender cleaner that he special orders from Korea.

He absolutely hates the scent of bleach.

“It’s a nice color huh?”

Jungkook gestures to the muted grey of his new bedding, which is carefully placed over his mattress.

“I love it, it’s very you.” You smile as your eyes scan the room, “it matches your furniture really well too.”

His eyes light up, “Yeah, yeah that’s why I got it. I knew it would look good with the- um the desk and the dresser and stuff. See, I knew you’d notice that…you always notice things like that.”

Before you can respond he’s speaking again, his tone slightly uneven, “Um do you want to lay down? I know you said you were cold. I can hold you if you want-“ He grimaces at his word choice, not fully understanding why his nerves are taking over already, “not that I don’t want to or anything. I do, I just…I know you’re cold.”

You touch your hand to his cheek, bringing his wandering eyes back to yours, “Are you ok?”

Jungkook swallows, his eyes locking with yours, “Y-Yeah, I just don’t want you to be cold…”

You’re not convinced.

Although the two of you have only been together for 6 months, you like to think you’ve gotten to know Jungkook really well. He isn’t exactly a closed book and, when he’s nervous about something, it’s fairly obvious.

“Are you suuuure?”

The question is paired with a soft kiss to his lips and, Jungkook can’t help but smile when you do, his posture relaxing slightly.

“I’m sure, I’m just happy you’re here. It was weird not seeing you all week.” He tucks a stray hair behind your ear before, pecking your lips.

Again, you’re not convinced but, you don’t want to pry.

He’ll tell you when he’s ready.

The matter of his worries is dropped and, Jungkook quickly (and neatly) pulls back the covers so, that the two of you can slip underneath them.

Moments later, you’re nestled against your boyfriend’s side, draping your arm over your stomach.

“You smell good…” You mutter against his sweater, nuzzling gently against the material.

Jungkook grins triumphantly, silently patting himself on the back for his choice of lotion.

“Thank you,” His chest vibrates with the sound of his voice, “so do you…”

With that, he tentatively raises a hand towards your hair, allowing his fingertips to brush over the top of your head.

The anime begins playing but, you’re more focused on the way his fingers feel, as you melt into the soft fabric of his sweatshirt.

And halfway through the first episode, Jungkook’s motions are beginning to take a toll on you.

But not in the way you’d normally expect…

He’s smiling softly, admiring the way you sigh at his touch, taking time to play with the ends of your hair before massaging gently at your scalp.

“You’re going to make me sleepy…” You mumble contently, a few minutes later and, Jungkook chuckles breathlessly beneath you.

“That’s ok; you can sleep if you need to.”

He means it.

Jungkook had other things on his agenda but, now that you’re here, all he cares about is your comfort.

“Don’t wanna sleep-“ You nudge your nose against his ribcage, “I missed you.”

With another chuckle, he traces his fingers over the edges of your hairline, brushing over the shell of your ear.

You can feel goosebumps rising on your skin but, it’s not intrusive or sudden, they come on slowly along with a type of comfort that only Jungkook can provide.

“I’ll be here when you wake up.” He soothes, his motions continuing over the arches of your brows before, he traces back up the expanse of your forehead. “I promise.”

You can feel yourself smile as your blinking slows, taking another deep breath whilst your body seems to melt into him.

The heaviness in your eyelids is growing despite your best efforts to warrant off your exhaustion.

You didn’t want to nap, you wanted to spend time with your boyfriend but, when he tucks his fingers beneath your hair and, begins scratching gently on your scalp, the threat of sleep becomes more prominent.

“Sleepy girl…” He teases, a fond smile on his lips as he watches your eyes finally close. His thumb brushes over your cheek, gently pinching at the skin before, returning his hand to your hair.

This warms you from the inside out and, sooner or later you can’t help but, drift off into a light sleep.

Jungkook smile grows and, he slows his movements to a stop before tugging on the duvet until it covers your shoulders.

He decides in that moment that he really wouldn’t mind spending every night just like this; tucked under the covers, falling asleep in eachother’s arms.

He changes the show to something you’ve already seen; he doesn’t want to watch the anime without you.

After some time has passed, you slowly come out of your slumber, happy you’re still laying on your boyfriend’s chest.

You peer up at Jungkook to see his brow furrowed in concentration as his gaze is locked firmly on the screen.

A smile immediately finds it’s way onto your lips, your finger reaching out to bop him on the nose.

He jumps at first, not understanding the source of the interruption before he quickly matches your smile, ““Yah she’s awake. Did you have a good nap?” He thumbs over your cheek once more and, you’re overcome by the urge to press a kiss against his lips

He’s willing and able to accept it.

His hands come up to hold you against him and, he slowly begins to move his lips against yours

“Mhm...”

His nose wrinkles with the joy on his face as he presses more kisses to your lips.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep, I just haven’t been getting to bed on time this week...”

An adorable pout comes over his mouth, “Don’t be sorry, I’m glad you were able to get some rest. It’s not late or anything.”

It’s well past sunset but, Jungkook’s vanilla cake candle is providing enough light to illuminate the details of your boyfriends face.

You kiss him again, just because he’s cute and you can, “What did you do while I was out?”

His head reclines against his pillow again but, he tugs you closer, ensuring that you remain against him.

“I watched a few episodes of Naruto...” He admits, “I’ve seen it a million times but, I never get tired of it.”

Your arms drape over his shoulders as the upper half of your body rests over his chest. The wispy ends of his black hair are too cute to resist so you absentmindedly toy with them as you respond,

“I get it, I have a few different shows that I’m like that with; I swear I’ve seen The Office so many times I could quote it in my sleep.”

A half smirk curves on the end of his mouth, “Yeah that’s a good one too, Jin hyung watches that show all the time.”

You giggle, tucking a bit of hair behind his ear, “Ah that explains a lot actually, Jin and Michael Scott have a lot in common.”

He chuckles at that, nodding in agreement, leaning his head against your hand.

“Which character do you think you are?”

You purse your lips, mulling it over, your eyes narrowing in thought, “Hmmm that’s a tough one cause like- I wanna say Kelly because, she’s amazing but in reality, I’m probably more of a Kevin.”

Jungkook’s smirk grows, “Isn’t that the guy who dropped his chili all over the place?

With a dramatic sigh, you nod, “God, I’ve never related to anyone more in my entire life...”

A full belly laugh comes from your boyfriends pretty mouth, his body trembling beneath you as he shakes his head.

It’s one of your favorite sounds, especially when it gets all high pitched like it is now.

“Jagi you aren’t Kevin...” He insists, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, “You are cooler than him.”

“You’re just saying that because you see the best side of me; in reality I am 100% Kevin.” You giggle, tucking more hair behind his other ear.

He still chuckles, shaking his head before nodding to you, “Who do you think I am?”

This definitely gets your brain going.

“I’m leaning towards Jim, you guys have a lot in common.” You nod as you continue to think about their similarities, “Yeah, you both have the same sense of humor and, even though you’re more sexy in an obvious way, you both have the same kind of sexiness?? If that makes sense?? But, you’re definitely hotter than Jim.”

You force your train of thought away from the office- style fantasy that pops into your head as Jungkook feels something stir deep in his gut.

“You think I’m sexy?”

You can’t help but laugh at the surprised look on his face, you swear you’ll never understand how Jungkook doesn’t see how hot he is.

“Duh.” You seal your response with a kiss but, Jungkook surprises you by sitting up and tugging you onto his lap.

He chuckles at the squeal that leaves your lips but, he carries on kissing you, his hands sliding up your outer thighs.

You don’t know what prompts his motions but, you’re not really in the mood to ask.

You’d much rather sit on your boyfriend’s lap and, make out with him.

“Can you-” He whispers against your lips, slightly breathless, “Can you say it?”

Your eyes flutter open to catch the shyness in his, “Can I say what?”

Warmth floods the apples of his cheeks, “Can you say that you think I’m sexy?”

A smirk teases the corners of your mouth and, tentatively you roll your hips against his.

“Are you trying to get hard Jungkook?”

You can hear him gulp, his eyes widening a bit before he nods.

With a smirk still on your lips, you tilt his head back, moving your fingers through his hair as you slowly begin placing kisses up the side of his neck.

His breathing picks up and, god help him, he immediately feels his dick hardening in his sweats.

Jungkook’s neck is a sensitive area and, you know exactly where his weak spots are.

As you reach the lobe of his ear, you feel his grip tighten on your hips, his mouth parted slightly to make way for his shaky breath.

“Jungkook?” You whisper in his ear, biting your lip as you see him visibly shiver beneath you.

“Yeah?”

“I think you’re sexy.”

You nibble on his ear before quickly reuniting your lips, your hands sliding underneath his sweater.

His skin is so soft, so warm beneath your fingertips and, there is a large part of you that wishes you could spend hours just touching and kissing your boyfriend’s body.

Jungkook is eagerly reciprocating your kiss whilst his hands slowly move back up the outsides of your thighs.

His plan to get hard definitely worked because, you can feel him poking against your hips and, you’re already thinking of all the different ways you can make him cum.

“Did you get hard for me?” You whisper against his swollen lips, nudging his nose

Instantly he nods, his hands tugging the hem of your hoodie.

You take the hint, pulling back from him in order to remove it.

Your plan is to continue kissing him of course but, as Jungkook spots the fire-red lace cups supporting the swells of your breasts, he lets out a tortured sigh.

“Is that new?” He swallows thickly, biting his bottom lip, allowing his hands to trail up your hips before securing themselves against your waist.

All you do is nod, sticking your chest out a bit and, encouraging him to keep touching you.

Jungkook leans in, dragging the tip of his nose between your breasts, inhaling when he reaches the space between your color bones.

“Did you wear this for me?”

His voice is ragged but, it’s deeper than normal, due to the arousal coating his tone.

“I wanted to look pretty for you.” You whisper, running your fingers through his hair.

You can feel him smile against your chest, his wet lips trailing back to tops of the bra, “You’re always pretty but this-” He grows bolder, biting softly at your breast, “this is torture”

A giggle bubbles past your lips, as you roll down against him once more.

“Jagi I-” The sensation of pleasure that toys with his body acts like a truth serum and, in an act of desperation that he definitely didn’t plan, a confession tumbles from his mouth, “I want you.”

But you don’t quite catch his drift, still rocking slowly against him, arousal slowly beginning to unravel you, “I want you too.”

No like,” He pulls away, his eyes glazed over with desire as they lock onto yours, “I want to be inside of you...”

It’s like a punch to the gut really, the way your boyfriend’s voice seems to quake under the weight of his admission.

You cup his cheek, “Really? Are you sure?”

He nods eagerly, licking his lips before turning to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist, “I want you so bad...”

You’re quick to capture his lips then, kissing into him with more fervor than you ever have.

"Can you do it for us Noona?” He croons into your mouth, his eyes darkened with lust as they plead with yours.

A nod is all you can manage at his devasting way of asking you to ride him.

For the first time...

You’re pulling off his sweater, securing your lips to his once more, kissing on them as you lean him back against the pillows.

Your bottoms are removed, leaving you completely naked as you tug his sweats down his legs.

Jungkook’s erection looks painful and, you feel yourself ache at the thought of finally being able to sit on it.

As you sit astride him once more, you lean down to press a kiss between his eyes before trailing your lips down the bridge of his nose to hover over his mouth.

He looks a little emotional, staring up at you as if you hung the moon just for him.

And you would, you’d do anything for him.

“Are you ready baby?” You whisper

He takes a deep and unstable breath through his nose but, gives you a nod anyway as he exhales through his mouth.

Right as you start lining him up with your entrance, Jungkook cups your cheek, his hand clammed up due to his nerves.

“Jagi?” He croaks

You kiss his hand gently, reassurance in your eyes, “Yeah?”

“G-Go slow please...”

You nod, “Of course, tell me if you want to stop at any point ok?”

He returns your nod before, letting out another breath as his head returns to his pillows.

Slowly but surely, you begin sheathing him in your heat, going as slow as possible so he can feel everything.

His body seems to freeze as you sink down on him, his hands tightening on your hips before a gasp leaves his throat.

Jungkook is quite sure he’s in heaven.

That’s the only explanation for the intense feelings of pleasure swimming through his body. He’s never felt anything so hot, so tight-

So fucking good.

He’s going to lose his mind.

With wide eyes, he stares up at you in awe, his lips parted as the length of his dick is fully inside of you.

You’re not fairing too well either because, Jungkook fills you up perfectly, nudging against the spot within you that makes your head spin.

“Is that ok?”

“ ‘ss so good...” His voice is slurred as his hips jerk beneath you, sending a wave of pleasure through your core.

Biting your lip, you thumb his cheek, trying to hold it together, “Can I ride you now?”

You’re asking because, you want to make sure he’s prepared.

You know this isn’t going to last long but, you still want to blow his mind.

“I’m already so close jagi...I’m sorry...” He chokes on the end of his sentence when you start a pace on his dick, “Oh fu- oh my god...”

“Shh...don’t be sorry, you’re doing so good. You cum whenever you need to ok?”

“Ah- Y/N...”

His beautiful features are screwed up in pleasure, his hands falling off your hips because, he literally doesn’t have the strength to hold on at this point.

Jungkook’s breathing is growing rapid, as his eyes flit to where you’re connected, “Jagi I’m- I’m really inside...I’m really inside of you...” He marvels, his voice weak with emotion as his hips begin to meet yours.

“You feel so good inside of me.” You assure him, increasing your pace which prompts his eyes to roll back momentarily.

“Will you kiss me? Please? I wanna kiss you when I cum...and I’m-” His eyes re-focus but, it doesn’t last long as you lean forward to brace your hands on either side of his head, “Jagi I’m gonna cum already...I’m gonna cum so hard. Oh sh- shit...”

You want every wish of his to come true.

You lean down to connect your lips, your hips moving faster and faster, wanting him to cum harder than he ever has in his entire life.

He whimpers into your mouth as his sweaty hands hold you tightly against his body.

“It’s...fuck I’m sorry, I’m sor- I'm cumming.” He chokes out, his grip tightening intensely as his hips weakly jerk with the force of his release.

He says your name as he cums inside of you, trying his best to kiss you properly but, it’s wet and sloppy.

You don’t care though, you ride him through his orgasm, keeping your lips connected.

“There you go, cum for me baby...” You coo, kissing all over his face as the pleasure continues to wrack his senses.

Jungkook knows his never cum harder in his life and, by the time his orgasm settles down, he’s properly spent.

He doesn’t completely register the feeling of you sliding off of him as his whole body is alight with tingles.

You make sure to clean him up, pressing gentle kisses to his stomach as you do.

You didn’t cum this time and, to be honest, it doesn’t really matter.

What you’ve both just experienced was too intimate to measure and, orgasms weren’t really the point this time.

Tucking into your boyfriend’s body you bring him close, tugging the duvet over his shoulders this time...

“Hi” He whispers, tucking his face shyly into your neck, his breathing not fully recovered.

“Hi you...”

With a smile on your mouth, you press a kiss to his head, holding him tightly to you.

He kisses your chest, feeling ridiculous at how shy he suddenly feels, “I think-” He stops himself to peek up at you, a bit of moisture in his eyes, “I think I’m falling for you.”

Your heart throbs at his confession, kissing his lips once more before whispering, “I think I am too.”

Jungkook knows you didn’t finish and, he plans on addressing that when he settles down but right now, all he can do is hold you.

He thinks he’s finally figured it out:

You can’t plan a perfect moment because, perfection just doesn’t exist.

But as along as he’s with you, it doesn’t really matter.

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Aren't We Just Terrified?

Three brothers who actually were two brothers and a sister.

Words Count : 1,997

Pairing : Fíli, Kili & Transgender!Dwarven!Reader

Warning : Angst

Author's Note : In this one, the reader is MTF transgender. So I kind of hesitated to write and post it because I didn't know if people would like it. But I actually am quite satisfied with what I did so yeah, give me feedback?

Now, this was different. It gave you a certain freedom that breeches didn't allow. You liked it. The feeling at least. Because when you looked closer, it wasn't very aesthetically pleasing at the moment. Perhaps it was because of your hair? With a flick of your wrist, you brushed off the idea. It wasn't about the looks, right now. No, it was about how it felt.

For weeks, the dress had been laying under your bed, securely. You had been waiting for the right moment to try it on. It wasnt that easy to have time for yourself when you were royalty. Between your duties, and your two brothers who were glued to you like honey to a bear's teeth, you were never alone. Not that you were complaining, no. You loved your brothers and your education, despite being tiring, was important to you.

Your patience had paid off. So here you were, in the privacy of your bedchambers, twirling in one of your mother's dress.

Deep inside, you knew you looked a little bit silly —just a little bit—, doing random movements to see how the fabric reacted to your body. But it was worth it. Because for every shift of your arm, every tentative jump you took, it felt good. It felt right.

But little did you know that your peace wouldn't last, and you would have to cut your exploring escapade short.

You were in the middle of another timid twirl when the wooden door flew open.

"Can you, please, tell Fíli that using a bow doesn't- What are you doing?"

Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around yourself, in a weak attempt to hide the clothing. Trapped. Trapped like a rabbit in a hunting party. No, worse. You had been caught, like a thief trying to steal from the King.

"Brothers!" You exclaimed, your voice shaking. "I will explain!"

What was there to say, really? The sight before them spoke by itself, your words would be useless.

Time stopped, as they both stayed still, staring at you. So, silently, you waited. You had done it for weeks, only to try on a dress. And yet, the five, or less, minutes you waited for your brothers to speak up felt like forever.

Then, suddenly, Kili shook his head in a slow, oh so very slow, disapproving gesture.

"No. This is not good."

His words resonated in your bedchambers, cutting the air like a sword cut the skin of its enemies, and breaking your heart in a billion pieces. Your fingers clutched the fabric of your mother's dress. Desperately, you looked at your eldest brother, pleading him to say something, anything. Fíli's silence was deafening.

Slowly, he narrowed his eyes. From head to toe, he scrutinized you. You felt naked under their judgemental gazes. And really, if you had had to choose, you would have rather been nude than living this situation. Because it was not supposed to happen. They were not supposed to come home from training this early, and much less walk in on you in woman garments.

When finally—finally— Fíli chose to speak up, you wished he hadn't. You wished he would've stayed quiet.

"It is not. At all." He said, earning an agreeing nod from Kili.

The world crumbled around you, the furnitures dancing in the room as you started to feel dizzy. Suffocating. You were suffocating. Yet, you stayed still.

Fíli was the first to turn around and leave, soon followed by your other brother. The door fell loudly behind them, its sound bouncing on the walls, echoing in your ears.

Slowly, you turned around, facing the mirror again. And through the tears, you looked at your blurry reflection. It looked ridiculously broken and lost. They had been right. It was not good, not good at all. Dis' dress was too tight for you, despite you not being as muscular as your siblings. The only part of the clothing that was too big was the upper part, where breasts were supposed to fill it.

Lips trembling, you grabbed the hem of the garment and brought it over your head to take it off. It fell to the floor in a soft thud, the deep blue fabric spreading like an enraged sea at your feet. Your eyes locked with those of the person in the mirror. It was a familiar figure, yet you felt like you didn't know who it was. Those broad shoulders and flat chest were someone else's. Not yours. You brought your hand to your face, following the stranger's sharp jawline with your fingertips. Droplets dampened your skin as warm tears slipped between your cheek and your palm.

All you had wanted was to feel beautiful for once, in that manly body of yours. And now, the two people you loved most on Earth would look upon you with disgust, instead of the adoring eyes they used to give you. You were sure that, soon, your mother as well as your uncle, would hate you too. Maybe they will be so disgusted that they'd ask you to leave. You will be very alone, in this world you knew nothing of.

At that thought, your tears doubled and a broken sob escaped your lips.

What stirred you out of your thoughts was the door opening again, and voices. In the mirror, you could see your brothers, arms busy with various items. Your eyes met Kili's and he smiled.

"Ah you undressed already." He pointed out. "Perfect. We had a bit of trouble finding the ones mom wore during her pregnancies but... Are you crying?"

You spun on your heels, facing them. Your brows furrowed in confusion. What was all this about? Kili punched the blonde Dwarf's arm and whispered loudly :

"I told you she would not like the green one!"

"You liar!" Fíli exclaimed, punching back. "I had picked the red one but you said green would suit her best!"

I told you she would not...

Green would suit her..

She... Her..

These two innocent words echoed in your brain, getting louder and louder.

"I do not understand.." You croaked sadly, bringing your brother's attention back on you.

They stepped forward.

"Well," the archer began. "Fili does not want to admit that it was me who wanted to pick the red dress for you."

You shook your head, completely lost.

"No..I mean. Do you not hate me? Are you not disgusted?"

The two princes looked at each other, now as confused as you.

"Why would we?" They asked at the same time.

"You said...And..the way you looked at me...You left...I thought..."

Your tears were stronger now, as you babbled nonsense. The confusion was overwhelming, and had they not dropped what they were holding to come hug you, you would've collapsed onto the floor. Instead, the descent was slow and gentle.

Reassuring hands were everywhere. Caressing your hair lovingly, rubbing your arms, drawing soothing patterns on your back.

"We could never hate you, Kidhuzel." Fíli whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"We said it was not good because..." Kili explained, reaching out behind the three of you to grab the discarded dress on the floor. "Blue clearly is not your color, Muhudel. Plus, it is a dress mom used to wear before she met our father. It is too small for your frame. You need something that fits."

You nodded timidly and looked up at your brothers, offering them a shy smile. One of them—you didn't notice which one— reached up to wipe your tears with his thumb.

"But I was trying on a dress and I am a-"

"A woman." The crown heir interrupted. "You are a woman. Listen to me, Mizimelûh. I have seen you grow up into a strong person. But never, before today, had I seen your eyes scintillating with such happiness."

"He speaks the truth." Kili added, tilting your chin up so you would look at him. "You never liked the way you look. Because it is not who you are. It is nothing to be ashamed of. The Gods made a little mistake when creating you and they put you in the wrong body."

The earlier heartache was now forgotten, replaced with comforting warmth, expanding throughout your limbs. You smiled, ignoring the pounding pain in your head caused by your crying. Timidly, you reached down and took the green fabric between your fingers. No matter who was it that choose the color, he had been right. It was a deep green, like the leaves covering large trees in forests. Yet, it looked softer, more welcoming, than the raging blue one. It was also larger than the other, which would make it appear nice and fitting instead of ridiculously too tight. And although the breasts problem remained, you found yourself wondering how it would look.

Above your head, you couldn't see, but your two brothers were looking at each others with the biggest smile planted on their face. They had been suspecting this for a while, but they had waited. Because after all, happiness takes its sweet time, doesn't it?

"How about you try it on?" The eldest spoke up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"And then, we will add a few more things, and style your hair so it looks really, really good. Is that alright?" Kili added.

You nodded eagerly and the three of you stood up. The dress was pushed past your head, falling on your body delicately.

After that, a strange procession, of which you were the center, took place.

Behind you, there was Kili, taking off the clasps that secured the few braids you wore. You felt his fingers working in your hair. And when you peaked in the mirror, you could see his tongue poking out, sign of how focused he was. It surprised you sometimes, how talented and gentle he was with other people's hair, when he couldn't even take care of his own.

In front of you, Fíli was tugging at the fabric, this or that way, clicking his tongue when he wasn't satisfied with what he was doing. And when he was done torturing the poor clothing, he grabbed a pouch and emptied it on the floor. You looked at all the precious jewels and accessories that were discarded at your feet.

"Did you ask mother before taking her belongings?" You asked.

"You know us." Kili's voice rose from behind. "We did not, of course. But she will not mind at all when she sees how beautiful her daughter is, wearing them."

Fili hummed approvingly from where he was and you bit your lip at the appellation. Yes, you definitely liked it.

It took them a bit more time, many doing and undoing, and an infinite amount of unsatisfied groans before they finally stood in front of you, side by side.

"How does it look...?" You questioned, nervously fidgeting with your fingers.

"Why don't you turn around and see by yourself?" The blonde suggested.

And so you did. Shakily, you took in the sight of the new person in the mirror. The change was astonishing. Oh, your face still had some hard features. But the attention was taken away by the smartly placed jewels. Your hair had been tucked into a braid crown around your hair, decorated with smaller braids and clasps that were worn by women. A belt piqued with gemstones was circling your waist, hiding your large hips, and making the dress look less like a tube. And Fíli, intelligent dwarf that he was, had put the upper part in place with pins, therefore getting rid of the empty space.

Your eldest brother's arm circled your middle, and Kili's chin rested on your shoulder.

"What do you think about it?" The latter asked with a bright smile.

And when the mirror showed you how happy you looked altogether, you knew it was right. Slowly, you nodded at their reflection and in a soft murmur you said :

"It's good. Perfect."

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Translation :

Kidhuzel→ (the) Gold of Gold

Muhudel→ Blessing of Blessings

Mizimelûh→ Jewel of all jewels

#the hobbit #the hobbit imagine #fili #fili x you #fili x y/n #fili x reader #fili and kili #kili imagine #kili x y/n #kili x you #kili x reader #sons of durin

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