#did anyone else wait and embarrassingly long time

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Brother's Best Friend - Part 12

Jake Seresin x F!Reader

A/N: Trying to get back into these two. Did we miss them?

Summary: The trials and tribulations of falling for your brother's best friend.

CW: mild angst, swearing, fluff

WC: 2600+

Part 1 | Masterlist

“So…” Jake pauses and purses his lips to suppress a mischievous smile. “When did you start liking me?”

You look down at your lap where his head has been resting for the last five minutes. “Did I tell you I like you?”

Jake meets your gaze and snorts. He reaches up to take your hand off the keyboard of your laptop and brings it down over his chest. “Indirectly,” he admits.

You roll your eyes, recalling when you had expressed to Bradley – in Jake’s presence – how ‘your guy’ makes you feel. You pull your hand out of his grasp and look back up at the screen in front of you. “I have to work, Jake.”

“You’re too hardworking,” Jake responds with a whine.

You shake your head with a grin. “Such a dreadful habit, I know. I’m working on it – wait. Damn, I see what you mean –”

Jake starts chuckling and his head tickles your bare thighs. “You’re so fucking cute.”

You press your lips together as your smile broadens. “When did you start liking me?” you ask.

Jake releases a heavy sigh and sits up. “Alright, enough chitchat. Get to work.”

You watch him rise to his feet and make his way into the kitchen, curious why he so abruptly decided to change the subject. “Got any plans this weekend?” you ask casually, wondering if he’ll finally ask you out on a date. The two of you have been sneaking around for a while, but your only outings together have been with Bradley, so you couldn’t even hold hands. Thus far, you’ve assumed that Jake is just waiting for the right moment to speak with Bradley before the two of you make your relationship official but, as time goes on, you become increasingly skeptical that Jake actually intends to come clean.

Jake shrugs. “Not really. Just hangin’ with your bro.”

You try your best not to frown. “Sounds fun.”

Jake walks back over to you and sets a bowl of strawberries on the table by your laptop. You glance up at him inquisitively and he responds with, “You haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

You give him a smile. “Neither have you.”

He nods. “Which is how I know you’re hungry.”

“Thanks,” you say. “As soon as I’m through with this part, I’ll move all this shit and we can have some lunch.” You gesture at the pile of literature currently cluttering your workspace.

Jake takes a seat adjacent to you at the table and lets out another sigh. “I don’t know,” he says.

You shift your gaze from your computer to look in his direction. “Don’t know what? If you want lunch?” You pick up a strawberry and pop it into your mouth.

Jake is observing you carefully and you stop chewing because the attention makes you uncomfortable. “I don’t know when…” he says, pausing as though he isn’t sure how to continue. “When, uh… I don’t know at what point” – he exhales sharply – “I have no clue when I f – when I started to see you as more than just Bradley’s sister. As more than a friend.”

You raise your eyebrows at him, your mouth still full of half-chewed strawberry.

“I think I just realized, at one point, that I’d rather spend time with you than with anyone else,” he admits.

You finish chewing awkwardly before responding with, “Huh.”

Jake stares at you expectantly, as though you should have something to add.

But you’re not really sure what to say. You’ve been crushing on Jake for an embarrassingly long time and he does not have clearance for that kind of classified intel, especially since his interest in you is far more recent. What does he want, anyway? A pat on the back for finally figuring it out?

“Your turn,” he says, clearing his throat and leaning back in his chair with an air of confidence.

You purse your lips as though you’re in thought. “Not sure,” you say vaguely.

Jake narrows his eyes. “Not sure? Or don’t want to say?”

You meet his gaze tentatively. “I probably liked you before you liked me.”

Jake watches you with a slight grin. “In that case, you were very good at hiding it.”

…

You arrive at the pub already slightly tipsy after pre-drinking at your friend’s house. In fact, you’re drunk enough to not give two shits that Jake has, once again, decided to spend his Saturday night with Bradley. This time, he didn’t even invite you along.

Once inside, you head straight for the bar; no sense in wasting time waiting for a table. You grab a drink and take a look around the crowded establishment. That’s when you see him.

Jake fucking Seresin is sitting at a table near the back – not with your brother. You stare at him – and his female companion – in horror for a few moments, letting the scene sink in. Wondering if you’re in the wrong for being shocked. Are the two of you even exclusive? This has never actually been discussed. But one thing is certain: Jake lied, which makes you sick to your stomach.

You slide off your barstool and, cocktail in hand, you make your way to the little table in the back where your supposed boyfriend – or whatever he is – sits entertaining another woman. It’s not long before Jake notices your presence because you’re making quite a spectacle on your way over as you furiously skirt every person in your path.

Jake looks uncomfortable and that satisfies you greatly. “Hey,” he says when you arrive.

You gape at him. “Hey?” you exclaim in outrage.

“Uh,” Jake stalls for a moment. He turns to his date and says, “This is Bradley’s sister.”

The woman opposite Jake smiles at you but you’re too busy glaring at Jake to acknowledge her. “That’s all you want to say about me?”

Jake watches you pointedly. “What else do you want me to say about you?” He looks back at his date and lets out a nervous chuckle.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Seresin?” you shriek, slamming your stemmed glass onto their table so aggressively that your sour apple martini splashes over the rim.

Jake jerks back to avoid getting wet and then looks up at you in alarm. “What’s the matter with you?”

You shake your head at him in disappointment and then turn abruptly to leave. You expect Jake to grab your hand, or follow you out, but he does neither. In fact, you make it all the way back to the bar before you realize that Jake is not even looking in your direction. You see him laughing together with his female friend, as though they both just witnessed something absurd and worthy of repeating in the future for a good chuckle.

“Hey, isn’t that your brother’s aviator buddy?” your friend says, nodding toward the back of the pub.

You roll your eyes and then turn toward the bar, realizing you left your drink at Jake’s table.

“He’s kind of hot,” you friend continues. “But he’s got fuckboy written all over him.”

You close your eyes and sigh. You have nobody to blame but yourself. You know Jake. What in the world made you think he would become a different person if he were with you?

…

The following day, you wake up past noon with a debilitating migraine. You hear Bradley and Jake’s voices drift up from the kitchen and groan. You’re not in the mood to face Jake after the events of the previous evening. You ended up going home shortly after confronting him and you have no idea where he ended up. Probably in bed, and probably not alone.

You get dressed unhurriedly, dizzy from the pain and, on your way downstairs, you grip the banister tightly just in case. The kitchen is excruciatingly bright, and you cringe upon entering, shielding your face from the open window like a vampire.

“Oh, hey sleepyhead!” your brother greets you.

You grunt in response and head straight for the coffee pot. “Is this fresh?” you ask.

“Nope!” Bradley replies cheerily.

You pour yourself a mug anyway and put it in the microwave, turning to face the two of them while your coffee warms.

Jake meets your gaze with a stoic expression.

“How was your night?” Bradley asks with a grin, clearly seeing that you’re hungover.

“Fine,” you say monotonously.

Bradley raises his eyebrows. “It’s the enthusiasm for me,” he says with a smirk, looking over at Jake.

Jake, however, ignores him and grabs his jacket from the back of one of the kitchen chairs. “You ’bout ready, Bradshaw? I ain’t got all day.”

“Alright, alright,” Bradley says. “Let me get my stuff.”

Bradley jogs over to the staircase and runs up to grab his duffel bag. Meanwhile, you are deliberately avoiding Jake’s gaze as you lean your back into the kitchen counter. Jake stuffs his hands into his pockets and is also not looking at you. When Bradley returns a few minutes later, disrupting the silence with a melodic whistling, the two of you have not moved an inch from where you’d been standing when he left. Even though the microwave has beeped at you twice.

“What’s with you two?” he asks, pausing in the doorway.

“Nothing,” Jake responds curtly. “Let’s go.”

Bradley glances between the two of you. “Okay,” he says slowly, his gaze lingering on you in particular. “See you later, sis,” he says.

You wave a distracted hand in his direction and head for the couch with your coffee, nearly bumping into Jake as you cross paths because neither of you is looking at the other.

“Sorry,” Jake mutters, stepping aside to let you pass. His hand goes up instinctively to guide you but he catches himself before letting it rest on your arm.

“It’s fine,” you say, wavering slightly on the spot. You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment and press a couple of fingers into your temple.

“You okay?” he asks, his eyebrows converging as he tries to catch your gaze.

“I said I’m fine.” You sigh, trying to walk around him.

“Seresin, you coming, or what?” Bradley calls from the foyer.

Jake hesitates as you finally pass him, and then yells back. “I’ll meet you there!”

Bradley waits a moment as though he’s still trying to figure out what’s going on. Then you hear the front door open and Bradley shout, “Don’t be late!” as he exits the house.

Jake trails after you into the living room and, when you lower yourself onto the couch, he crouches down in front of you, placing a hand on your knee. “Migraine?” he asks.

You nod slowly so as not to exacerbate the pain.

Jake’s hand gives your leg a soft squeeze. “Have you eaten?”

You cringe. “Please don’t talk to me about food right now,” you beg.

“Did you take anything?”

You shake your head. “I’m out.”

Jake gets to his feet. “I’ll go pick up some meds for you,” he says.

You glance up at him miserably. “You’re going to be late.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he responds, already on his way out.

…

Jake returns not ten minutes later with your medication and a bag full of snacks. “I heard dark chocolate is good for migraines,” he says, holding out a block for you as you swallow your pills.

“I’m not hungry, Jake,” you say weakly, closing your eyes and lying back down on the couch.

Jake sighs, sitting down on the floor beside you and starting to unwrap the chocolate. “You need to eat something,” he says, breaking off a piece. “I also have gummy worms and popcorn.”

You open your eyes. “I love gummy worms,” you whisper.

Jake grins. “I know,” he whispers back.

You take the chocolate square from his hand and he busies himself with opening the bag of gummy worms while you let the chocolate melt in your mouth. A moment later, he hands you a gummy worm and you stick it between your teeth and bite. “Oh my god, it’s so good,” you moan. The motion of chewing helps alleviate some of the pain in your temple and you sigh blissfully, closing your eyes.

Jake leans his back into the wall adjacent the couch and pops a gummy worm into his mouth. For a while, the two of you sit in silence. Then, he says, “You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,” you say.

Jake shakes his head and you can sense his irritation without even looking at him. “This isn’t going to work if you don’t trust me.”

You turn to give him a flat look. “Would you trust you, Seresin?”

Jake squares his jaw. “I have never given you a reason not to trust me.”

“You lied to me! You said you were meeting Bradley!”

“I was! He was running late.”

You watch him sourly. “And you just happened to pick up a girl while you were waiting?”

Jake returns your bitter glare. “Is that actually what you think?”

“I don’t know what to think,” you say, sitting upright to look him in the eye. “You weren't exactly forthcoming with an explanation.”

Jake sets the gummy worms on the couch and gets to his feet. “The girl was there for Bradley. He was running late. End of story.”

“You couldn’t tell me that yesterday?”

“She’s seeing Bradley! And he doesn’t know about us. It’s not like I can say, ‘Oh, by the way, I’m actually dating your boyfriend’s little sister and that’s why she’s acting like a nutcase. Brb.’”

You fold your arms, sulking. Did you consider the possibility that the woman Jake was sitting with wasn’t his date? Briefly. But you were already annoyed with Jake and that, combined with your less than sober state, was apparently a recipe for disaster. “I guess I don’t trust you,” you say with a shrug, even though this statement isn’t altogether true.

Jake places his hands on his hips, exhaling slowly. “Why?” he asks, sounding exasperated.

You stay silent and continue to brood.

Jake pinches the bridge of his nose and grimaces as though this conversation is wearing him out. Then, he lets out another sigh and crouches before you again, trying to catch your gaze as he places his hands in your lap, palms up. “Why?” he asks calmly, waiting for you to join hands with him.

You do. “Well, why would I?” you say quietly, hesitating before you continue. “What is this, even? What are we? Do you know? Because I don’t.”

Jake’s eyebrows knit together. “What are you talking about?”

“Well, why haven’t you told Bradley yet? Is it because you’re not sure you want to make this official? Is it because it’s just a fling so why bother?” You cringe inwardly, hating how insecure you sound.

Jake stares at you in wonder, as though this line of thinking has never even crossed his mind.

“Like, are we even exclusive?”

Jake’s eyes widen and he blinks at you in awe. “We fucking better be,” he retorts, his hold on your hands tightening slightly.

“Well, how would I know that?” you exclaim.

Jake brings his hands up to his face and rubs his eyes. “Jesus fuck, how would you not know that?”

You scoff at him. “Because you’ve never once been in an exclusive relationship! Not while I’ve known you, anyway. Do you even know how?”

Jake’s hands slide down his face and stay over his mouth as he gapes at you. When his hands finally drop back into your lap, you can see that he’s got a small smile on his face. “You’ve got nothing to worry about,” he says finally.

You lower your gaze, not exactly comforted considering he still has not addressed your main concern: Bradley.

Jake stands up and pulls you up off the couch. He puts his arms around you and you rest your head against one of his giant shoulders, allowing him to cradle you lovingly.

“Why haven’t you told Bradley?” you mutter into his shirt.

Jake pulls away from you and runs a hand through his hair uneasily. “I’m scared, Baby B,” he admits. “I’m scared he’s gonna make me choose.”

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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (iii) - pt 1 pt 2

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : no one frustrates and confuses y/n more than matt

warnings : smoking weed, alcohol/drinking (i headcannon everyone 21+!), tension, sexually suggestive

mickey speaks : THIS IS LONG AS SHIT!!!! ngl im not obsessed w this part but u guys r the sweetest thank u for loving this story so far and for ur patience. part 4 definitely won't have as long of a wait.

THIS IS PART THREE GO READ THE FIRST TWO PARTS NEOWW

MATT hates hosting parties.

now that he and his brothers have hosted three of these "get together"s to promote the warehouse, he’s realized just how much attendees dont give a shit about respecting the space they're in. he found it to be a cool concept for sure: give out free tiny tats along with food and drinks for more exposure and networking. nick came up with it and it sounded perfectly easy way to build their brand and get to know people in LA.

except the first one was a complete mess, with chris constantly promoting the party (he mentioned it to almost everyone he talked to, encouraging them to bring friends along), frequent instagram posts dedicated to the event, and natural word of mouth the warehouse was suddenly overcrowded and trashed within the first hour of being open. matt barely got through that night without losing his temper or calling the cops to shut down his own party.

that’s not to say matt hates attending parties as severely as he hates to have his own. he’s more than willing to go out when he has a set time to leave and good enough company. he’s trained his anxiety to behave within those spaces so that he's not ruining his or anyone else's time. now it seems his anxiety only spikes when it comes to (what feels like) hundreds of people surrounding him in his space with no intentions of leaving until well into the morning. at that point he’d prefer to be at home, completely alone.

just as he does now that nick has dragged him out to a nearby liquor store to buy “goodies” for the event later today.

matt’s face carries his typical dry expression as nick stands next to him, hands resting on his hips, eyeing the various vodka bottles.

“nick, it’s alcohol not the fucking newspaper,” matt grumbles.

“i know that! i just don’t wanna choose the wrong one.” he defends.

“if they don’t like something i think we have more than enough to choose from at this point,” matt sarcastically nudges his arms that hold onto a wide selection of alcohol that nick has impetuously given him with quips of ‘okay, hold this one.’

“matt, i wouldn’t have brought you if i knew you’d be such a buzzkill, jesus.” nicks tsks.

“alright, don't say that like i was begging to come here, nick. i had no choice and-"

nick cuts him off swiftly, noticing a few girls have joined them in the aisle, “matt, move." nick guides him backwards with his hand, "you’re like, in the way.”

matt turns his head to see what exactly he was blocking, before turning back to nick and scowling, “‘m literally not in the way at all.”

“they might need to see all the options,” nick shrugs, going back to narrowing his options down while matt stands in slight annoyance, zoning out.

until he overhears the two girls call, “yeah it’s over here, y/n! come!”

and matt can’t help but turn and look (at an embarrassingly quick pace that he’d blame on his brain's pristine sound recognition and not that he wanted to see you, necessarily).

and sure enough your frame comes into view (clad in a sweatshirt and small pair of shorts), confirming that he did not mishear and you unfortunately were in fact the y/n called for. not wanting to deal with small talk, he immediately turns to nick, “the second one is best, nick. alright, let’s go.”

nick looks over to him, throwing his hands up loosely, “ohh, now you wanna be helpful whe-" he closes his mouth when he sees you over matt's shoulder, "did you know y/n's here?” his eyebrows draw together and he swiftly grabs a tall bottle of Absolut and places it in matt’s arms before walking around him (ignoring his hand’s poor attempt to hold nick back).

you’re too busy discussing which vodka tastes best with a few of your friends to notice nick walking up to you guys. you only look over once you hear a snap followed by a hushed “matt!”

you host a tender smile when you recognize the two tattooed boys, “nick? what are you doing here?” you glance from nick to matt who seems to be holding a full bar's worth of liquor while nick holds nothing but a tote bag and sunglasses he enjoys fidgeting with.

“y/n, i have a party i’m hosting tonight why would i not be here? now the real question is why are you here at 11:30 AM?” he jokes, squinting his eyes at you.

“same reason as you,” you shrug then realize you haven’t introduced your friends properly. “oh! and these are my friends; i texted you about bringing along, remi, erin, and andrea.” they each wave slightly as you gesture to them.

after an exchange of greetings and smiles (though you could tell matt’s was so phoney), nick backtracks, “okay but actually why are you here?”

“did you think i was joking? i’m getting drinks for your party!”

“i mean this in the kindest way possible: why?”

“i wasn’t gonna show up empty handed! it’s common courtesy to bring you guys something whether or not you ask.” you insist and matt fights the urge to roll his eyes.

he knows you have no mal-intent but god damn do you make yourself look so fucking pretentious.

“yeah, we’re trying to figure out what would be the best kind to bring right now,” erin chimes in.

nick immediately agrees, “oh my god, tell me about it. i was just struggling with that too!” and he turns to matt to validate, see! it’s not stupid to care about possibly buying the wrong thing!

matt just rolls his lips into his mouth, trying to give anyone a fucking clue that the conversation should be wrapping up by now.

“we’ll probably just end up getting pink whitney,” andrea reaches for the bottle on a nearby shelf.

matt can feel your eyes on him but he chooses to keep looking down at nick's ugg boots as if they’re the most interesting thing he’s seen.

you shift your eyes back to nick who’s still talking to andrea before you begin to speak, “well, i’m sure you guys are busy, you know, party planning.”

suprisingly, matt speaks up to agree with you, "yeah, you’re right actually. we are pretty busy."

nick cuts in with a shake of his head, “well, we’re actually not doing much before the party starts, honestly. we’ll probably just drop this off at the warehouse and set up a little, then go home, right matt?” nick shrugs to his brother who's eyes only widen with a look of question, “oh that's so true, matt!" he turns back to the girls with a smirk, "if you guys want you should come hang out with us now!”

matt wishes he currently had a free hand so that he could slap it over nicks mouth and drag him away before he sells his own kidney next.

"oh that's okay, we still have some stuff at home to do before we even think to get ready, but we'll be there tonight," you smile and look over to the girls who each agree.

"okay, we'll see you around then." matt tilts his head to the side encouraging nick to follow as he walks away.

"you have my insta so just dm me if you need anything. okay, bye! don’t forget swimsuits!" nick smiles and waves before rushing to catch up to matt who has already left the aisle.

౨ৎ

“i still can’t believe y/n was there, like what are the odds?!” nick giddily sighs and looks over to matt as the two walk out of the store.

“yeah, how fuckin’ weird," he murmurs, adjusting the brown bags in his hands to reach for the keys hanging from his belt loop. "small world, i guess.”

౨ৎ

“how the fuck are you so calm?” you ask in shock from behind the bat squishmellow you hold while sitting on nick’s baby pink couch, legs crossed.

“y/n, it’s like the teeniest, babiest tattoo ever,” andrea almost laughs as she takes another bite of a miniature rice krispy treat.

this “get together” at the warehouse has been a hit as far as you can tell. when you and your friends arrived it was already rowdy with people everywhere, music pounding, and bottles of alcohol scattered on the counters of a kitchenette (where you placed your own bottle of pink whitney, tied with a dainty white ribbon). you all found nick early on dancing in a crowd of people. he gave out hugs and easily convinced andrea and remi to let him tattoo them. after looking over the flash sheet nick made specifically for tonight, the girls decided to get matching cherry tattoos.

nick’s work area was so soft. he had bright hues of berry hugging his walls in the form of posters and paintings and faint creamsicle colored pillows to keep his couch company. when you all first walked in he explained how much he enjoys when clients bring in a friend so he had to make sure they had a comfy place to sit. you found nick so endearing in that since, he’s very caring and thoughtful despite his attitude at times (a far more understandable attitude than matt’s).

“it’s soo small,” nick adds, “i still think you two should get one,” he smirks looking over to you and erin huddled on the couch.

“hell no, i think i'm good for like another year," you shake your head and look over to erin while you gently run your fingers over your tattooed lower hip.

"yeah, absolutely not. i'm not even close to drunk enough to do that shit right now." she laughs.

౨ৎ

matt finds joint rolling to be the most satisfying part of smoking. the precision needed to perfectly fill, wrap, and burn makes him giddy in his own matt-kind-of-way.

after working on his last client (who wanted a somewhat abstract piece for the lowkey means of a “free tiny tats event”) and successfully sneaking through the crowd to grab a snack then sneaking back into his work area, he wanted nothing more than to get high alone.

he begins to gather his spare weed, grinder, and rolling papers from a spot tucked away in a drawer. he stops by his desk to turn his speaker back on, playing hushed kendrick lamar thorughout the space.

he taps his fingers along to the beat before sitting in a chair and displaying the items in front of him. he begins to grind the weed while humming, only to be interrupted fairly quickly.

"matttt!" chris peeks his grinning face through the curtain before taking it upon himself to walk in, "what are you doin' all alone in here?" matt pauses his movements with a sigh.

"no way you were rolling up and not planning to share? what the fuck?" chris pries in jest, rolling a chair over to sit in front of matt.

"dude, 'm so over this fuckin' party. i was planning to just smoke this and go nap on nick's couch or something." matt explains as he carefully lays the weed in the paper.

"you were barely even out there! got all your clients to text you whenever they got here." chris mumbles a scoff. "that is not the fuckin' point of this by the way, supposed to be meeting new people." chris rolls his eyes leaning himself so far into the chair that his back has practically met the seat.

"at least i'm doing something, you've only given like a tat or two all night," matt mumbles, slowly filling the white paper with weed.

because chris knows he's right he deflects the conversation to the reason he even came searching for matt in the first place. he clears his throat, playing with his fingers, "nick wants to take the girls up to the hot tub."

"thought we weren't allowing randoms up there anymore?" matt smirks at the memory of nick just hours before lecturing the both of them on what ground rules needed to be set so people don't demolish their shop for the fourth time now.

"obviously if they're with nick they're not just randoms." chris shakes his head, "pretty sure it's y/n and some friends she brought along. you remember that girl, right? she was-"

matt stops sealing the blunt to respond, "uh huh, i remember her."

chris lets out a breath, causing matt to finally look up and make eye contact with his brother (after spending their entire conversation too focused on rolling) in surprise at his pause in speaking.

"yeah, she's cool." chris yawns.

"i guess." matt says while finishing off the joint.

matt then lifts his hand up to give chris a view of his rolled joint. "stellar." chris smiles and matt hands it him, "swear you have a gift for this shit or somethin'." chris holds it in different angles near his face.

matt just shrugs and reaches for the tiny red lighter in his back pocket, "light that bitch up," he encourages chris.

"wait, no, let's save it for hot-tubbing."

"no? let's not? i didn't roll it for anyone but myself, let alone a group of barbies."

"be nice, matt."

"give me it, chris," matt rolls his eyes and signals with his fingers for chris to hand it over. “also who says i’m joining you guys in there?”

chris hands the joint back over to matt who’s immediately putting it in his mouth and bringing it towards the lighter’s flame, “nick wants the both of us up there, he thinks it’ll be fun.”

matt’s words come out quieter now that he’s speaking with smoke held in his lungs, “is he shit faced?” matt exhales the smoke as he speaks, “you know he thinks anything is ‘fun’ when he’s drunk.”

he takes another hit while chris explains, “no he’s actually really fuckin’ coherent, hasn’t had anything compared to me.” he smirks knowingly.

“not too much of this for you then,” matt exhales and passes the blunt over to chris. “so who’s gonna be hosting this party if we’re all on the roof?” matt asks squinting at him while playing with the soft edge of his graphic tee shirt.

chris’ face hides behind the smoke he releases, “we have dontae and claire working tonight too, they know how to deal with shit. i’m not too worried.”

“cool, so nick has contradicted himself twice already tonight, what happened to ‘one of us three should always be keeping an eye out’?” matt questions.

chris shakes his head, handing matt the smoked down joint, “literally how am i supposed to know why that kid thinks the way he does?”

matt licks his lips with a smile at his brothers comment then goes to hit the blunt once more.

“but i do know you need trunks on asap, brother.” chris lifts himself up, feeling a little looser now that he’s quite faded, and begins to dig through matt’s backpack in the corner of the room.

“why the fuck are my trunks just casually in my bag?”

“i put ‘em in there knowing you wouldn’t listen when we told you to pack them.”

“because i’m never getting in the pool at a party, that sounds terrible.”

“you think everything sounds terrible,” chris rolls his eyes throwing the plain black swimming trunks at matt’s chest.

౨ৎ

“‘kay so the game is just called, “i dare you…” but we’re gonna play it like drink or dare,” chris explains before taking another sip of his pepsi (he’s attempting to ‘sober up’ before playing a drinking game). “assuming the crowd knows what drink or dare is..?” chris looks around to everyone to confirm. there’s quite a lot of people in the spacious hot tub: you and your friends, the triplets, asha, and two of the triplets’ friends nathan and cameron.

when everyone nods in understanding chris explains something about the order to follow and how to discard any used cards, but you only loosely pay attention. instead, your eyes keep an unfaltering stare on matt who sits across from you with the shadows of his face highlighted light blue from the water below and a warm amber from the outdoor lighting above.

he wears his hair messy and his signature silver chain that reflects in the water harshly. you find yourself focusing on his tattooed hands (large in proportion to the joint he’s just finished rolling), and his pink tongue that has slipped out a number of times to lick at the joint and secure its shape.

he’s so into his own task he hasn’t even acknowledged your presence really. somehow that bothers you and attracts you to him at the same time. his face is so neutral as well, it’s not easy to find matt without a resting bitch face and an foul mood to match.

you feel andrea’s hand guide up your back, carrying water in its trail. you still continue in your curious trance until she leans down to your ear, “don’t start drooling now.”

you immediately look up towards her (as she’s sat on the ledge of the hot tub, cautious of her new arm tattoo). she barks out a laugh and you try not to laugh as well, punching the side of her leg instead.

“what did i miss? what are we giggling aboutt?!” nick excitedly asks as he climbs into the hot tub and sits in the empty spot to the left of you. you turn and greet him with a smile and he immediately hands you one of the many beer bottles he holds, “here, take one, pass it down.”

“oh it was nothing, thank you.” you reply when handed the final bottle.

nick nods before swatting at chris who still stands in the middle of the hot tub, “kid, you can sit down now, i think we all got it.”

chris looks over to nick, “you go first then, nick. i’ll queue up a few songs.” he shifts a floaty that holds a set of cards in it towards nick before taking a seat next to erin (you can overhear him introducing himself even though your attention is on nick as he draws).

“who’s the bright one who chose a game with cards to be done in water?” nick jokes finally looking at the card.

“i’m sure you can guess,” asha laughs next to him.

you watch as nick’s face welcomes a large grin upon reading his dare. “okay…i’m reading this out loud, right?”

“i thought ‘we all got it’?” chris jokes and watches nick deadpan, “yes, nick just say it.”

“this one’s easy, ‘i dare you to make one of the group members crack a smile in less than a minute.’” nick adjusts himself to face nathan, “nate look at me.”

“oh come on nick, nate laughs at everything when he’s drunk.” matt talks despite his lips closing over the joint he’s just about to light.

“i don’t!” nate says before looking over to cameron, who elbows his side, making nathan giggle and cover his face. “no! for real, try me nick.” he adjusts his expression to be serious but just as nick opens his mouth to speak nathan explodes in sudden laughter causing the rest of the group to laugh as well.

even matt laughs into his arm as he passes the joint to remi, next to him.

౨ৎ

as the group continued playing the dares leveled in dirty extremity. asha nibbled on cameron’s ear like a hamster, nathan texted a friend asking to have a threesome, cameron licked sugar off of andrea (who very much enjoyed it), until finally it was matt’s turn.

matt’s been far more sociable and charismatic this entire time spent in the hot tub than you’ve seen him before. but you can’t tell if it’s the weed and alcohol or even just the fact that he’s surrounded by a group with some of his close friends that’s bringing this out of him. you’re shocked the only nagging he’s done was to break up a small argument between his brothers and of course make fun of you, mouthing “you scared?” after you denied hitting the joint for a second time. you mouthed back “no” and rolled your eyes at him but his playful smirk never left.

matt hangs his head and stifles laughter after reading his card, “i dare you to bend over backwards and let the rest of the group spank you, chose who’s best.”

“oh my god!” chris’ laugh is higher in pitch now that he’s extremely high.

“guys i really don’t wanna,” he sighs.

“matt, don’t be lame! you’ll be the first one who’s drinking,” asha encourages.

“fuck this game,” he mumbles under his breath before adjusting himself to lean over the hot tub, everyone laughing at the sight. it was fun to see matt so unserious for once.

after taking turns to hit matt’s ass, he decided the fourth person’s was the best, per his dare’s request, and nathan celebrates with a throw of his hands in the air.

remi then performs a trust fall with the person she trusts least in the group, cameron (who she told there was no hard feelings since they’d only met today), making it now erin’s turn.

she blushes at her card before reading aloud, “i dare you to give a lap dance to the hottest person in the group.” she bites her lip in embarrassment but nonetheless leans over to chris and requests a song in his ear.

chris smiles and taps his phone as erin adjust herself to standing. “this is gonna be hard to do in water,” she messes with her hair.

“you’ll be fine!” you encourage with a smile.

“alright, you ready?” chris looks up to erin and she nods in response.

body party by ciara begins to play sensually through the nearby speaker gaining a few “oouuu”s from the group.

what you don’t expect is for erin to lean herself in front of matt. and matt definitely doesn’t expect this either, but he’s not too mad about it.

“oh shitttt,” cameron grins, he and nathan occupied in their own awkward-laughing fit while watching with wide eyes.

she moves slowly and hovers matt in a straddling position to “grind” on him. you take a heavy sip of your drink while watching in an attempt to hide your odd feeling about this. it was like watching a car crash. you watch as matt’s eyes gaze up and down her body, not daring to touch her but unashamed of his attraction.

asha laughs and whistles in support when erin turns around to give matt a view of her ass. nick dramatically ducks behind you yelling, “i actually can’t watch this! oh my god!”

you laugh and to mess with him whisper, “don't worry, it’s over now.”

nick looks back and immediately goes back to covering his eyes and laughing with you, “you bitch!”

you look back to matt who tilts his head back with wide eyes and lips puffing out in humor. and finally, after it feels like the two have dry humped for hours, erin stands back up and bows. matt claps with a wide smile, everyone else joining in.

when erin sits down you look up to andrea who just stifles a laugh with a sip of her drink. “well how the fuck am i gonna top that shit?!” chris exclaims while grabbing a card.

“real question is how the fuck will matt recover from that?” you joke causing matt to look over to you.

“oh don’t worry about me, sweetheart. i’m sure i’ll recover fine. chris,” he lifts his head gesturing for chris to begin his dare.

your tongue travels along your teeth to stop yourself from ruining a good time with your confusing feelings.

“i dare you to give a hickey to the person to your left.” chris bites his bottom lip and blinks slowly before looking over to andrea who just smiles and playfully flutters her fingers at him.

“you’re cool with this right, ‘m not tryna make you uncomfortable or any-”

“chris, shh.” andrea says.

“'kay, where do you want it?” he smiles.

“let’s make this fun,” she adjusts her bikini top and presses her manicured fingers along her right breast, “right here.”

nick is extra dramatic when it comes to watching chris suck harshly on his new friend’s tit, “okay, why the fuck did we choose this game?!” he turns away.

when chris is finished andrea shows it off to the group as proof and pushes chris’ cocky face away with a laugh, “nice job, stupid.”

afterwards, andrea gets a dare to expose her search history with the group, which she does without a problem.

it’s finally your turn to pick a card. “i dare you to lick whipped cream off a person of your choice.”

“oouu who’s it gonna beee?” nick nudges into your side.

you look around the hot tub, wanting to pick someone unpredictable, “ashaaa, you haven’t had much to do yet?” you look over to the girl who now has wide eyes and a growing smile.

“okay, yeah let’s do it,” she shrugs. “nate could you go get whipped cream, please?”

once nathan’s back you move closer to asha and decide to put whipped cream on her shoulder. “it tickles,” she giggles when you lick the entire dollop off of her easily.

you both laugh and you lick your lips as you head back to your seat.

౨ৎ

after another round it’s finally matt’s turn again, he draws a card that reads: give a kiss anywhere, on the person you’d “take home to mama.”

matt slowly stands and rubs his chin with a devious smile. “ummm,” he draws out, giving multiple looks at everyone before he walks over and hovers over you. you’re shocked by your body’s ease when his wet hand lifts to hold your face and his lips connect to yours. the kiss isn’t sloppy, but rather needy. you were just getting used to the taste of the bitter beer he’d just been drinking when he pulls away and steps back, unfazed.

you blink and wipe your fingers around your lips as matt wipes a hand over his eyes while laughing to himself.

“mom, would love y/n,” chris adds, calling back to the initial dare that led to that stomach turning kiss.

“'course she would, she’s a fucking saint.” matt sighs.

you squint your eyes and tilt your head, “i wouldn’t say that…”

“yeah, shit, my bad.” matt spreads his legs across from you, “forgot you have that little tattoo. i’m sure you’re not such a good girl anymore.”

you’re fucking annoyed now. you hate that he thinks you're inferior to him in any way. “hey where’s that ashtray, chris?” you ask, adjusting your seated position.

“uh, here,” he reaches behind him and places it on the same floaty as the cards, along with the lighter.

“you guys are cool to keep going,” you say and take the abandoned joint in your hand to relight it.

matt watches in spiteful anticipation.

“take it slow, and hold it” andrea explains to you in a whisper, knowing you’d never smoked in your life.

erin begins her dare to prank call a customer service line and dirty talk them when you take a hit of the joint.

matt eyes never leave your bothered figure as you inhale and cause the tip of the joint to light a bright red. he can tell you’re trying to prove a point which makes it more amusing to him when your eyes begin to water after you shakily exhale and attempt to hold back a cough.

“don’t hurt yourself.” matt quips under his breath.

౨ৎ

the group hadn’t realized just how long they’d been in the hot tub nor how drunk they all are until they struggled to get out and back to the main floor of the warehouse.

though, lots of giggles and piggyback rides helped them all stay together as they traveled back, cold and still damp. all partygoers were gone at that point, leaving the warehouse empty yet a mess.

nick (being the self-proclaimed good host he is) led the mass of drunk people to the bathrooms and brought extra graphic tee shirts and sweatpants to change into from the many boxes of merch sold in their tattoo shop. the boys had insisted that everyone just sleep at the warehouse due to their abundance of couches and chairs and their fear in sending anyone home in an uber at close to 3 AM.

matt is throwing pieces of trash in a large black trash bag when you step out from the bathroom near the colorful kitchenette of the warehouse.

he glances up when you approach slowly, feeling yourself sobered up quite a bit after peeing and washing your face.

“hey,” his voice is rough in tiredness.

“hey, do you have any water over here?” you ask politely, your lips taste salty when you lick over them.

“in the fridge,” he replies, crumbling wrappers and adding to his bag.

you notice how red and puffy his eyes truly are now that you’re this close to him and in better lighting. you walk past him to get to the fridge, almost completely empty after a long-lasting and full party.

“are you sleeping any time soon?” you ask, opening the water bottle.

“i don’t know.”

“i can always help you clean this if you need me to.”

“‘m good.” he analyzes a glass bottle to decide whether it’s worth keeping.

you nod your head, “cool.”

“you should probably sleep.” matt suggests looking over to you.

“i think i can decide that for myself, thanks.” you drink more of your water.

“you’re right i can only suggest. i’m suggesting you to go to sleep. and if you do stay up i'd suggest you don’t spend your time talking to me.”

you finish off your water and move closer to matt, placing it in the bag. “you truly know how to piss a girl off.”

“it’s my specialty.” he whispers and looks over your face now that you’re so close.

he’s so fucking hot that it genuinely upsets you at this point. you just back up and turn to go find the couch andrea’s decided to sleep on.

“goodnight, sunshine.” he calls after you, going back to his cleaning.

you're not too far away when you hear the bathroom door open and once again matt is greeting someone, only when you look over your shoulder you see erin approaching and matt leaning on the island counter with a smile.

you turn the corner with irritation. and you find yourself in the unfortunate position of having a problematic crush on matt while wanting nothing to do with him at all.

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13. wait, what? ☆

writing in-between cuts!

after walking into the cinema fashionably and embarrassingly late, you finally meet up with the rest of the group. they don't seem annoyed, since the movie technically doesn't start for another 20 minutes. yuuji steps aside from where he previously stood next to you; glancing over to where yuuta once was, you realize he's been making his way over. maki coaxes the group to move ahead, and yuuta grabs your hand out of the blue. you take the gesture with open arms, yet still confused as to why he's seemed so clingy lately. there's no way it has anything to do with your friends being over, yuuta doesn't seem like the type of guy who gets jealous..

you all take your seats, assigned in a row: megumi, nobara, maki, toge, yuuta, y/n, yuuji, left to right. toge seems to be talking to an uninterested yuuta about something on his phone, while yuuji starts up a conversation with you about what happened with him and megumi last night. hushed whispers between the two of you make their way to yuuta's ears, and he can only feel as though you are keeping secrets from him. he knows it's wrong, he knows he shouldn't, but he eavesdrops.

"wait, so he ended up where?"

"dude, like, practically on top of me."

you laugh, and it's hard for yuuta not to smile at the sound.

"and you still think he doesn't like you back, why?"

... wait, what?

he quickly hushes you, and looks over to the end of the row to make sure the boy in question didn't hear you. yuuta has turned his attention towards the two of you, and yuuji sends him a small wave before glaring back at you. "shut the hell up, he could have heard you!" he hisses, not wanting to be mean, but anxious nevertheless. you smile at how shy he gets whenever his crush is mentioned, and ruffle his hair. "it's fine, yuuji. even if he did hear me, i'm sure he'd be over the moon about it." he rolls his eyes and pulls out his phone as you turn your own attention back towards the various advertisements on the screen.

toge finally looks back at yuuta with the most shit-eating grin he thinks he's ever seen. he's confused, until he realizes he was right about toge knowing something all along. the look in his eyes says it all, and toge bursts into a hushed laughing fit. "you knew?!" yuuta whisper-screams, hitting his friend on the arm who is still curled over laughing. he nods, "i saw them holding hands outside the store."

as the ads fade out and the lights dim, anyone around the group could hear yuuta's anger when he lashes out at toge with a "you dick!"

the movie was long, and not exactly something you'd watch in your own time. nobara seemed to share the same opinion with you, considering when you glanced over to her, she was sound asleep on maki's shoulder. the only people who seemed genuinely interested in what was on the screen were toge and yuuji, who kept giving eachother wide-eyed stares every time something unexpected happened. you lean into yuuta, mumbling about how they're like two peas in a pod, and he hums in agreement.

... the cinematic endeavor ends with yuuta's hand wrapped tightly in yours, and your head on his shoulder. whether out of annoyance or relief, it really wasn't certain. the glares have stopped, and the clinginess seems to have subsided. the realization hits you like a truck as you're walking out of the theater, and hold him back while the rest of the group exits. smiling at him similar to toge, he's already prepared to roll his eyes. "you didn't know he was gay, did you?" he starts walking again, pulling your arm as you giggle behind him. "shut up," he mumbles under his breath.

fun facts -> nobara has secretly seen the movie before, but she didn't want to cause a fuss after everyone already decided on it. hence... the sleeping. she didn't even tell maki, because she seemed excited, but in reality maki would've preferred literally anything else. toge and yuuji also wouldn't shut up after the movie ended and talked about it the whole walk home.

-> hahahahsahahshahshadghahs :) bit of a short update but i figured there wasn't really any room for texts if they were all irl for the majority :p

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Stalker!Konig

Konig has a deep infatuation with you and he can’t help but steal some of your belongings.

Won’t you forgive him?

NSFW 18+

Konig’s not sure when exactly he crossed the line, but he knew he was in over his head. It’s not like him, not like him to act like this. He was normally a disciplined man, but you made him feel out of control of his own actions. From the moment he laid eyes on you he knew he was fucked, but he really didn’t think it would have spiraled to this depth. He needed to know everything about you. Uncover each layer delicately.

There was no way he could talk to you. Not yet. You’re way too pretty, he didn’t know enough about you yet. He knew he would fumble his words, and he cannot afford to mess this up. Instead he follows you around, he knows he doesn’t blend in easy but he does his best not to be too obvious. In the same room, but always as far away from you as he could get. Couldn’t risk you getting suspicious or off-put. Sneaking glances in your direction only when he knows you won’t catch his eyes.

It started out innocent enough, just a light stalking and pinning stares. Is that really so bad?

He suspects things started to take a turn when you left behind a tube a chapstick. Oh, god. That tube of fucking chapstick. He knew it was yours because he has watched you apply it from across the room, tracing the path it took around your lips. He couldn’t help the way his cock twitched to attention.

You had rubbed it in and smacked your lips together before continuing your conversation with one of the other cadets. It looked like it was a good conversation - Konig couldn’t help fall in love with you when you have a smile that bright and a laugh distinct enough he could make it out over the crowd if he listened carefully enough. He pretended it was him making you laugh.

You must have been having too good of a time joking around, and while you grabbed your bag, you’d left the distinct and brightly colored tube behind.

Konig’s eyebrows had raised under his hood, and he looked around to see if anyone had noticed. To see if anyone else was going to rush and dive for your chapstick. Such a priceless treasure.

But no, they don’t. And he has to take a moment to ground himself because he can hear blood rushing in his ears and a tent forming in his pants. He watched you as you make your way to the exit, wondering if you were going to remember and make a dash back for it. You’re too focused on the conversation in front of you, readjusting your bag so it sat comfortably on your shoulders. Chapstick was the last thing on your mind. He forced himself to be patient, wait it out just in case you came back for it.

You didn’t.

He had to restrain himself from sprinting to the table you had been sitting at. He did his best to casually swipe it, pocketing it and headed immediately back to his quarters.

Even just rubbing the tube in his pockets between his fingers, knowing it had belonged to you and he was touching something that was yours, it was enough to have him aching against the give in his pants. Not only touched by you - but touched by those perfect soft lips he’s been dreaming about since the moment he saw you.

As soon as he’s back to his room he’s got the cap off the tube and he’s inhaling the scent. What your lips smell like, taste like. He rubs a little on his lips with one hand, palming the erection in his pants with the other. He imagines you leaving the chapstick behind on his lips after a passionate kiss.

It’s not long before he’s got his hands wrapped around his cock, getting off to the scent of your chapstick. He comes embarrassingly quick, and he’d be lying if he claimed he didn’t love the rush. The thrill of being caught following you around. You probably haven’t even noticed him, doesn’t even know he exists. But he knows so much about you, knows the taste of your lips. Such an intimate detail of your life and now it’s his.

The chapstick wasn’t enough. He needed more. He was addicted to you and the thrill of the hunt.

The next thing was not left behind, he swiped it in plain sight. A big score. Extremely high risk, extremely high payoff.

You had been in the middle of drills after changing into your gym clothes in the locker room. It was so impulsive, so dangerous of him, but he had snuck in after confirming it was empty. His heart was pounding so fast. If he had your schedule right he had plenty of time to sneak in and steal your shirt from your locker without you noticing, but if someone were to catch him in the locker room he could get in so much trouble. He moved quick, adrenaline pumping as he grabbed your shirt and hid it under his, practically running back to his quarters.

He felt so ashamed when he checked up on you later to see you still donning your gym shirt.

Oh god, he’s so sorry, liebe, forgive him. He couldn’t help himself. He needed it. Needed to drape it over his face just like his hood and inhale your scent. Notes of detergent and fabric softener and a sweet perfume he couldn’t put his finger on but you smelled so clean and perfect and his cock was rock hard in his uniform as he breathed you in.

He imagined you were still filling it out, riding his cock while you buried his face in your perfect chest. He came so hard, muscles quivering as it spilled over his white knuckles, making sure not to taint your precious shirt. No, he had to make sure to avoid have to wash it. He wants it to keep your scent.

He knew he had really crossed the line when he had snuck into your quarters. Oh, how exhilarating it was. Picking the lock and risking getting caught. He knew you wouldn’t be back for awhile but he had no clue about your roommate, so he’d have to move quick.

Just standing in your quarters, where you slept, relaxed, maybe even pleasured yourself - it was enough to get him rock hard, his breath shallowing. He couldn’t help but put his face on your pillows, wondering what it would feel like to wake up next to you.

He tried not to let himself get carried away, rutting himself against your mattress one last time before forcing himself to get up. He noticed the laundry hamper in the corner and swallowed, staring it down. He didn’t have a lot of time to think about it, the pressure of getting caught multiplying every second he lingered in your room. He quickly dug through your dirty laundry, grabbing the first pair of panties he saw and stuffed them in his pants before making his successful escape.

What a score. A pair of your dirty panties? Pressed up against his cock? He was dizzy, sweating at the reality unfolding before him. He felt drunk and beside himself, practically stumbling to his bed to pull out your panties and inspect closer.

So cute and simple. Classy, just like you. Black with a thin and intricate lace trim around the edges. He puts them up to his face and takes a deep inhale, and almost finishes in his pants right there. He can’t help himself this time. He wrapped your panties around his cock and jerks himself off, the feeling of your soft panties against his tip not giving him a chance. He couldn’t help himself, couldn’t keep this one untainted. No, he spilled all over your pretty and delicate panties, decorating the inside with his come, muttering your name in between the sweet nothings.

He’s not usually like this, please liebe, you have to believe him. It’s just you, you’re so intoxicating he doesn’t know how to behave when you’re around. He’s so sorry, liebe, he just is so desperate when it comes to you.

Won’t you forgive him?

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Mini Fic: America

Kang finds out from Pimfah, who’s back in Bangkok for the week to see her family. She meets him at a cafe near the university for tea and slices of cake packed with jam and fresh strawberries. They find seats outside, where the sun is warm on his face. He’d been up late the night before, studying after his faculty football team practice. At first, he struggles to force himself to fully pay attention to her stories about exploring London — all the new restaurants she’s tried, the shops, the museums. Mostly, he tracks how much she’s smiling, and tries to hum at the appropriate times to show he’s listening.

Then, she says “Sailom” and it’s like everything snaps into immediate, sharp clarity. Suddenly her voice is the only thing he can focus on — even the sound of the traffic on the neighboring streets subsides. He sits up straighter, pushing his cup to the side.

“What was that?”

Pimfah raises an eyebrow at him. She doesn’t need to speak for him to know she wants to ask, ‘Weren’t you listening?’. Instead, she repeats herself, slowing down her words in a way that’s almost embarrassingly familiar.

“Why hasn’t Sailom accepted the fellowship yet?”

Okay, yes, that had been the word that confused Kang.

“What fellowship?” he asks.

**

The long wait for Sailom to get out of class is torture. Kang thinks he covers more distance pacing back and forth across the apartment than he usually does running laps at practice. By the time he finally grows tired, he can’t make himself read. He just sits on the edge of their bed, kicking his legs while he watches the door.

At the first sound of a key being inserted into the lock, he jumps to his feet. He feels like he’s going to vibrate out of his skin. Has it always taken this long for Sailom to undo the deadbolt? His heart thumps in his chest as he watches for Sailom to push the door open.

When finally he steps inside, Sailom looks the same he usually does on weekdays — a little tired after a long day of classes, but handsome in his white button down and blue workshop shirt. For a few seconds, he doesn’t seem to realize Kang is home — which is fair, because technically Kang is supposed to be in a lecture right now. He drops his backpack on the ground just inside the door, stretches, arching his back, then continues further inside to set his keys on the kitchen island. Only then does he glance up and do a double-take.

“Did your class get cancelled?” Sailom asks. Before Kang can answer, Sailom steps forward to get a closer look at his face. His brow furrows before he adds, “What’s wrong?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you got offered a scholarship to study in America?” Kang asks. He barely recognizes his own voice.

They’ve been so good for years now. He hadn’t realized Sailom could still make him feel like this — like an outsider in their shared relationship; like he isn’t wanted or needed in Sailom’s life. For hours now, he’s been alternating between wanting to cry and fighting the urge to push all the books off his desk in one rough motion. Every thirty minutes or so, he’s had to remind himself that Sailom wouldn’t ever do something like move to America and never speak to him again. This morning, at least, he would have believed that absolutely.

As good as Sailom is at hiding his feelings, Kang knows him well enough to see the way he stills; the muscle that tics in his cheek. For anyone else, it would be the equivalent of a full flinch. It only further proves that Sailom hadn’t expected him to learn about this.

“Did Nubdao tell you?” Sailom guesses. He sounds even more tired than the puffy skin underneath his eyes suggests.

“That doesn’t matter!” Kang says, voice rising. “Why didn’t I find out from you?”

Sailom’s gaze falls to the floor. His shoulders hunch as he folds on himself the way he always does when he’s bracing to be hurt. Which is especially confusing because he’s the one hurting Kang.

“Because I’m going to turn it down,” Sailom says. “And I didn’t want you to convince me not to.”

Of everything he could have said, that would’ve been the last thing Kang expected. The restless vibration of his limbs abruptly ceases and the back of his foot hits the bed frame with a thump.

“What?” he asks.

“I can’t go to America for a year,” Sailom says.

Now Kang feels angry in a completely different way. “Is the scholarship not enough? If it’s about money, I can —“

“Kanghan,” Sailom warns, although his voice stays soft.

Kang abandons that track.

“Do you not want to go?” he asks instead.

He watches Sailom take a deep breath. Then, Sailom looks up again. The unmistakable sadness in his eyes makes a knot clench tightly in Kang’s gut.

After a long pause, Sailom says, “I do.”

Sometimes, Kang truly wishes he could shake an answer out of his boyfriend. He wants to wrestle Sailom down to the bed and force him to admit what he’s thinking.

“Then why are you saying no?” he asks.

For some reason, that question causes something like hurt to flash across Sailom’s face. But for how quickly he’s able to mask it, Kang hadn’t missed that glimpse of what rests underneath his neutral expression.

Sailom takes a deep breath. Then he admits, “Because I don’t want to be away from you for a year.”

After that he abruptly stops trying to control his face and stares defiantly at Kang, as if daring him to . . .

Daring him to what? Kang can’t begin to figure out what Sailom thinks he’s going to say here. They’re clearly running on completely different tracks.

“I’d go with you,” he says.

To him, that had been obvious — the only possible scenario where Sailom could go to America and Kang wouldn’t completely lose his mind — but at the words, Sailom shoots him a quick vulnerable look, eyes soft and dark under his lashes.

“But you’re doing so well in your program,” Sailom protests. “And you love your team.”

Kang shrugs. “They’ll be here in a year.”

“Kang,” Sailom says. “I can’t ask you to —“

“You’re not asking,” Kang says. If anything, this has only proved that Sailom would rather die than ask for something that would make him happy. “I’m offering.”

“But your family —“ Sailom begins.

“Will be excited you’re introducing me to a new culture,” Kang tells.

In truth, he thinks Grandma would box his ears if he let Sailom go off by himself for an entire year. He can hear her now warning him about leaving “her grandson” alone without anyone to make sure he’s eating enough.

That strikes Sailom unusually speechless. He gives Kang another glancing, shy look.

Before he can think of another protest, Kang switches languages. “We can practice our English.”

It’s been a year or two since he last spoke it aloud. He sounds noticeably rusty. But it makes a smile twitch at the corner of Sailom’s mouth even as he winces at some mispronunciation.

“You really want to?” Sailom asks.

“Yes!” Kang says.

Only then does the full extent of the tension Sailom had been carrying become apparent, because it evaporates instantly, leaving him looking so very young and happy as he grins at Kang.

“We’re going to America?” he checks, one final time.

“Together,” Kang says.

#kanghansailom #dangerous romance #kess sometimes writes fic not meta

[akariarda]

Sometimes words can't erase the guilt

Sensei Garmadon ss feels bad because of everything he did to his family and others. Misako tries to comfort him, but it's hard. Sometimes words can't erase the guilt.

Tell me what you want and feel free to request.

"Come on, son, just one more and we're done," Sensei Garmadon said to Lloyd as he took a defensive stance, waiting for Lloyd to attack.

Lloyd swiftly moved towards him, and Garmadon raised his staff to avoid the strike. Suddenly, Lloyd lunged at him with his powers.

"Easy, son," Garmadon calmed him down. "We agreed, no powers in our monastery."

"Sorry," Lloyd said embarrassingly and yawned. "I'm tired. I don't know what I'm doing."

"I know," Garmadon gently replied. "How about we finish it for today?"

"Sounds good!" Lloyd exclaimed, happy to finally get some well-deserved rest. "Goodnight, dad."

"Goodnight, son," Garmadon smiled and started to walk slowly towards the bedroom he shared with Misako.

He had a family, everything he had ever wanted.

'And what he had before,' his mind reminded him.

'And what he discarded for power.' He shook his head, not wanting to think about it now. But he couldn't help it; guilt consumed him from the inside.

He sat on the bed to clear his mind. He was to blame for everything. He had tried to kill Lloyd, Misako, Wu, and everyone he knew.

He nearly destroyed Ninjago. How did he deserve to be forgiven? Tears blurred his vision. His head was so full of guilt that he didn't even notice when Misako entered the room.

"Garmadon?" she asked, surprised to see him crying. "Are you okay?"

"No," Garmadon replied shortly and buried his head back in his hands. She sat beside him.

"Garm," she softly said as she gently touched his chin, trying to turn his face towards her so she could look into his eyes.

Garmadon resisted her soft touch and turned his head to the other side to hide his tears.

"Why don't you tell me what's wrong?" she asked even more gently as she lightly stroked his face.

"How can you still love me?" He suddenly turned his head towards her.

"I don't have an answer." Misako shrugged. "I just know that I love you and I can't help it."

"Even after everything I've done?" Garmadon asked her, confused. "How can you, Lloyd, Wu, or anyone else still love me?"

Misako was about to say something, but Garmadon interrupted her.

"Just don't tell me it wasn't me, I've had enough of that. I made the decisions myself and I'm to blame."

He could feel a new stream of tears rolling down his face.

Above all, he wanted to bury his face in Misako's shoulder for comfort and to hide his tears from her.

He knew he couldn't, now he had to talk to her face to face, no matter how much he longed for her reassurance.

"It's true that you made the decisions yourself, but you can't claim to be the same. After you fell into the underworld, you were not the same person in essence, you can't deny that. Are your decisions now the same as when you were poisoned?"

"Fair enough," Garmadon noticed. "But that doesn't diminish the fact that it's my fault."

"It doesn't diminish it," Misako admitted. "But it changes things. And as for how we can still love you after everything, well, if you love someone, you're willing to forgive them a lot. Without the poison, you're a great man."

"If you can forgive me, why can't I forgive myself?" Garmadon asked.

"Honestly, I don't know," Misako helplessly replied. "But I know one thing. Time heals all wounds."

"Not this one," Garmadon said hoarsely. "Not yet."

"First, you have to understand that not everything is entirely your fault, that you can forgive yourself," Misako said. "Lloyd, me, Wu, and the ninjas will still love you. I'll be there for you."

"I know," Garmadon murmured, relieved to have some form of comfort. He rested his head on her shoulder and let the tears flow again.

"There will be more days like this," Garmadon suddenly said with certainty.

"We'll be there for you," Misako told him as she ran her hands through his hair. "But you'll have to heal. It's in the past, no matter how painful. You have changed."

They didn't say anything else when they lay down. He just pulled her into his embrace and buried his head in her hair.

"I love you," he told her as he held her closer.

"I love you too," she said, wrapping her arms around him. "Remember that time heals all wounds. The further you go, the easier it will be, I promise."

He sighed. As much as Misako reassured and comforted him, she couldn't remove the terrible feeling inside him.

She couldn't remove everything he had done or the fact that he was guilty.

However, she had lightened the burden so much that he felt like he could breathe again.

There would be more days like this, he knew. He just hoped that tomorrow would be better.

Suddenly, Misako turned in her sleep and buried her head more firmly against his chest. He held her tighter to soothe her.

Garmadon laughed. Whatever happens, it will get easier as time goes by.

He has his family whom he loves and who loves him. He couldn't ask for more, nor did he want to.

He kissed Misako on the forehead again, causing her to relax a little in his embrace.

Soon, he himself drifted off to sleep. Happy but saddened, full of guilt but optimistic.

#ninjago #Famfiction #After s2 #lord garmadon #Sensei garmadon #lloyd montgomery garmadon #misako montgomery garmadon #Angst #Hurt/comfort #Some kind #Garsako #Garmasako #garmadon x misako #misako x garmadon

[zstargalaxy]

May I request a Suicune/Entei/Raikou!MC and them telling their story of how they were rejuvenated by Ho-Oh?

TWISTED WONDERLAND X POKEMON

TWST react to the legend of Ho-Oh {Suicune/Entei/Raikou MC}

"Long ago, during the time of constant warring, there were two towers that the people of Ecruteak city had built,The Bell tower and the Brass tower"

"The Bell tower is where Ho-Oh, guardian of the skies, reside"

The said pokemon soared through the skies with its colorful wings spread wide up in the sky.

"While Lugia, guardian of the seas, rested upon the Brass tower"

"These two towers attracted the two legendary pokemon, where it had became a place where people can commune with these pokemon and where peace can be bring among both species of human and gijinka. They worhiped while also admiring, loving and acquisitivly furnishing these two towers"

"Until-"

*BOOM!*

"Aaaah!"

You blinked at your friend's reaction upon hearing the sound of thunder from outside the Ramshackle dorm.

Some had jumped and let out a scream, while others had taken shalter under their pillows and blankets or anyone beside them upon hearing the roar of thunder.

"Tch" Leona look at everyone in the living room with a glare in he's eyes "its just thunder".

"Ahem" Sebek coughed as he compose himself from embarrassingly jumping onto Silver whem the lighting struck "Of course I know! I was just unaware of the storm approaching outside!"

Leona rolled he's eyes as everyone else quickly composed themselves aswell from the jump they had.

You see, today is your anniversary of being in Twisted Wonderland for atleast a year and some of your friends thought of giving you a suprise. With the storm outside reminding you how you came to be, you thought of giving them the story of how you amd your fellow trio members were came back to life.

Your status, species and where you had come from had intrigued every one of your friends when you had told them the truth. They all wouldn't have inagine, yet cant help but agreed, that you are one of the legendary ones in your home world.

The first ones to have discovered was the Adeuce and Grim.

Though, Malleus was the first one to have indirectly guess that you are of someone with great piwer without you sayibg anythibg upon first meeging eachother.

"Apologies for the sudden spook (Suicune/Entei/Raikou)" Vil apologize on everyone's behalf "You may continue".

"Yeah!" Grim shouted with a can of tuna in hand "Continue the story?!When did you came back to life anyway?! Just go to that part already!"

You rolled your eyes at Grim's usual unpatient behavior "In due time, Grim. In due time" the monster only huffed yet didnt say anyfurter as you resume your story telling.

"Where was I? Oh yes..."

"Until a lightning had struck the Bell tower on one faithful night. The lightning had cause a great fire, a fire so great that it had engulfed the whole tructure in a mighty inferno"

"Oh how terrible!" Rook exclaim grimly "What an awful scenario to have happen to such beautiful architecture. Being englufed by a powerful fire..."

"But not as great as mine" Grim boasted.

"Not now Grim" You, Ace and Deuce said to the cat monster.

"But still" Ace turn towards you "Where did you fit into this? You did say that you were resurrected during that flame, were you saving someone there?"

You shook your head solemly at that guess, remmebering the heat and burning touch of the flames that had grazed your skin during that time "No...no one had came to save us".

"Save us?" Epel questioned until it had hit him and slowly, everyone else followed on what that statement you had said have been implied to.

"Wait, you mean..." a nod was all they need to know that what they had thought.

"Yes" you nodded.

"During the burning, me and the other two of our trio were traped at the raging flames. We have no way out so...we perished among the burning wood and ashes of the bell tower"

"(Suicune/Entei/Raikou)..." Kalim didnt know what else to say, to hear that such a tragic end that he's friend had gone through "Oh (Suicune/Entei/Raikou)!"

"Oof!"

"Kalim!"

Jamil shouted upon the sudden action of the young heir hugging you out of no where with tears in he's eyes "Get off of them!"

Everyone sweatdropped at the scene.

"Were sorry that we had asked!" Kalim aplogize rather loudly as Jamil pulled him off of you " We should have known!"

You wave it off "No need to worry, Kalim. I quite use to it to be honest" It was kinda true.

You sometimes watch in disguse of various plays around Johto about the tale of Ho-Oh from long ago. Though it may be long ago that you have been given a second chance, that faithful night is always engrave to your mind during some days and nights upon remembering how you had once suddenly perished.

"But still, (Suicune/Entei/Raikou)" Malleus had spoke "That mustve been quite a horrible experience to remember by".

"It is" you agreed sadly at the

"I didnt know exactly what had happened next but I do know that soon after, a great rain had poured down onto the raging flames of the bell tower, eventually extinguishing the fire. We were already dead when the fire had died down but Ho-Oh, out of saddness and disgrace, had descended down amidst the destruction and had bestow life upon us once again. We have became the representation of the lightning that had struck, the flame that engulfed and the rain that extinguished"

"Ho-Oh is sure is a strong beast" commented Jade "To have the magic to resurrect life...that is quite impressive"

"Indeed" Malleus agreed, very well aware that giving life back to the dead is quite a hard feat to do and not very easy that not even he can do with he's current magic.

"Fufufu~ it seems there is more to you than we think, Prefect" chuckled the vice prefect of Diasomnie.

"Yes" Vil nodded "you power is certainly quite strong, even strong enough to rival Malleus" and that was saying something "yet also agreeable of what you meant by some people thinking that Ho-Oh is nothing more than a myth"

"But here I am" you proudly stated with your head held high and back positioned to give you a rather powerful look at how you had become now "And Ho-Oh does exists...waiting for me and my fellow comrades to see that humans, pokemon and gijinkas leave in corporation and harmony for it to return"

"Do you think that will ever happen soon?" Jack asked out of curiosity.

"..."

You arent so sure to be honest. Your job was to watch and observe the activities among the species of your world to see if cooperation had come between them all, yet through those long years, you never wished or even hoping of when that will come.

The minute you and your friends have been revived, many of the citizens quickly had thrown rocks at you, holding sticks and have writtened despise on their facial expressions that it was the cause of your wariness among humans and even gijinkas.

But you knew better that there others like some children arent spiteful.

All you knew was to wait for the time has come.

"Time will tell, Jack Howl, Time will tell" you calmly reply "After all, Ho-Oh revives us for a reason and we will serve that reason until it is complete".

"Such admirable devotion, (Suicune/Entei/Raikou)!" Sebek shouted " I highly respect you of your loyal to the one who had graciously saved you!!"

"Hush, Sebek" the said guard in training quickly quiet himself when you immediately said that.

After all, he didnt want to have the same consequence like last time.

Especielly from a Legendery Pokemon like you.

#crossover #pokemon #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x pokemon #twst x pokemon #anime #twst mc #suicune #entei #raikou #ho oh

[ghostofskywalker]

hello fren!

just thinking about how kix would at you in adoration when you dance around the apartment. he gets all bashful but still tries to joke thorugh it when he explains that he can't dance. so rather than cooking dinner for the night, the two of you stumble and giggle around the living room to the radio waiting for your take away order to arrive.

hi friend!! here it is, i hope you enjoy :)

words: 844

clone troopers masterlist

Two Steps Forward

Music floated through your tiny Coruscant apartment as you danced unapologetically  through the space, voice filling the air as you sang along to the galaxy’s latest hits. It was moments like there where you got to forget about everything else that was going wrong and just exist for a little while, and you solitary lifestyle was one that was conducive to this kind of relaxation (even if your neighbors occasionally got an earful when you drank a little too much and decided you could belt with the best of them). It wasn’t the picture of grace, but who cared what anyone else thought? No one could see you now anyway.

But this time you forgot that you had a visitor, and so you weren’t completely alone as you started to sing, your voice blending in to the one playing through the radio as you danced without thinking.

It took an embarrassingly long time for you to notice the second set of eyes watching you, and when you did, you stopped, embarrassment evident in your expression. “Kix!” you said, eyes widening as you realized what he had just seen. “Sorry, I forgot you were here!” 

Still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, your lover smiled. “That’s alright,” he said. “I was just enjoying the view.” 

“Well, now that you’re up, you’re going to dance with me,” you responded, holding your hand out for him to take. “You don’t get to just sit there and make fun of my dancing and singing.” 

“Cyar’ika, I wouldn’t dream of making fun of you.” 

“Of course not, especially not if you’re dancing with me.” 

He raised his eyebrows at you. “I don’t dance.” 

You laughed. “I’ve seen you at 79’s, so I beg to differ.” 

A look a slight embarrassment crossed Kix’s face. “That’s different!” he defended. “Jesse makes sure we’re all adequately drunk!” 

You walked over to him and took his hand, pulling him close to you. “I’ve got a little something if that’s what you need,” you said quietly, laughing as you watched his face. 

“No, I would just step on your toes.” 

You shook your head as you walked over to the radio and turned the music up. A slower song had just started to come through the speakers, and you were now on a mission to get him to dance, no matter what. “You really wouldn’t dance for me?” you asked, pulling out the tooka-eyes you knew he was never able to resist. 

Kix sighed. He knew what you were doing, but he also knew that he would never say no to you. There was so much darkness in the world he lived in, so much pain that he saw every day during this war, and sometimes it was difficult to just let loose and dance like no one was watching. But no matter how bad his days got, no matter how many losses he felt and friends he lost, he light inside you was one of the biggest reasons that he got out of his cot in the morning, and he knew just as well as you did that he was going to agree to your request eventually. 

As the two of you swayed to the music, he leaned in to place a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you,” he said softly. Kix never wanted this moment to end, even if he had already stepped on your foot once. 

“Is that supposed to distract me from your terrible dancing?” you asked, a joking tone coming through in your stage whisper. “Because it’s not working.”

“Of course not,” he said. “But I was hoping you wouldn’t expect-” his grip on your hand tightened, and all of the sudden you were twirling, laughter bubbling from your lips as you realized what was happening. “-this!”

“Kix!” you shrieked. “I’m-” 

“I won’t let you fall,” he responded, pulling you close to him again just as the song changed, a slightly faster tempo now coming through the speakers. “I promise.” 

There was no “leader” as the two of you danced through the living room, giggling and smiling at each other. Kisses were shared between verses and choruses, and of course there were a few missteps on both of your parts, but you wouldn’t have traded this moment for anything (no matter how many times you stepped on each others’ toes by accident). 

You had so many plans for the time you had with Kix during leave, but just this once you didn’t care that they hadn’t been followed. The fancy dinner you had planned to cook for him had now become a call to a nearby restaurant, and the two of you danced and sang along to the songs on the radio as you waited for the food to arrive. And when it finally did, you were both slightly breathless from dancing and laughing, but that didn’t matter one bit. 

For these fleeting moments, the galaxy wasn’t at war, and Kix wasn’t leaving in two days. You were just together, and that was all that mattered. 

- the end -

#clone medic kix #kix x reader #kix #clone trooper kix #clone medic kix x reader #kix x you #clone medic kix x you #clone trooper kix x reader #clone trooper x reader #clone wars fanfiction #star wars x reader

[flowercrown-bard]

In it for the cake

Inspired by @a-kind-of-merry-war‘s  incredible fic  “we could be married (and then we'd be happy)”

Pairing: Geraskier

word count:  1796

warnings: none

(unedited. this is just a silly little idea i had on my way home)

In Geralt’s defence, he didn’t mean for this to happen. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t knew that most people went to cafés with someone else, nor was it his fault that he didn’t have any friends who could come to a café with him. He just needed to get away from everything for a bit. He’d had a stressful day and talking to people had been too much. So he went to a nearby café just to relax a little. When the waitress came to his table, asking for his order, he blinked. Fuck, he had been so relieved to not have to talk to anyone for a bit that he had completely forgotten to decide on his order. 

“Uh, I - can I order a bit later?” He asked awkwardly, glancing at the door and wondering if it would be less awkward, if he just left. 

Here’s the first thing Geralt didn’t know: If you come to a café on your own, people assume that you’re waiting for someone.

“Oh.” For some reason the waitress began to grin. “I understand. Of course you can wait until your date is here.”

Here’s the second thing Geralt didn’t know: If you come to a café on your own, and then glance at the door almost longingly, people assume that you’re waiting for a special someone. 

It took Geralt an embarrassingly long time to decide on his order after that, mainly because he hoped the furious blush on his face would go away, which it very much didn’t. 

Here’s the third thing Geralt didn’t know: If you come to a café on your own, and then glance at the door almost longingly, and then look miserable, people are going to assume that things aren’t going well with your supposed date. 

It would have been awkward to ask for the waitress to come to his table again, right? And Geralt had been told that his awkwardness translated to rudeness, and he had already made enough of a fool of himself. So he waited until the girl came back to his table, a pitying look on her face. 

“You alright?” She asked, offering a consoling smile. 

“Hm,” Geralt said, already feeling the damned heat of embarrassment creep back into his cheeks. Quickly, he looked away, which in retrospect, must have made him look even more miserable than he usually did. “I’m ready to order.”

Here’s the fourth thing Geralt didn’t know:  If you come to a café on your own, and then glance at the door almost longingly, then look miserable, and then order a coffee after waiting a while, people are going to assume that you’re being stood up. 

Geralt could have died of shame. He would never go to a café again, or he would ask Eskel or Yennefer to come with him. Regardless, he would never again show his face at this - 

“You know what,” the waitress said, “I can make you a special offer.”

Here’s the final thing Geralt didn’t know: If people assume you’re being stood up, they’ll give you free stuff out of pity. 

For a second, he was ready to open his mouth and say that this was all a misunderstanding, but then his eyes fell on the cake the waitress was already bringing over to his table and his mouth snapped shut again. 

So no, Geralt didn’t mean for this to happen. But he sure as hell wasn’t going to complain either. 

–

Jaskier, absolutely, shamelessly meant for it to happen. Well, maybe not the first time, when he actually did get stood up by his then-girlfriend. But in the following months, he went all out. He wore his nicest clothes, practised his devastated expression in front of the mirror and sometimes, he even asked for candles to be brought to his table to make him look even more pathetic when he ‘got stood up’. It was a bit humiliating, sure, but it was definitely worth it for the free cake or coffee, or on one lovely occasion alcohol. 

Maybe he was going a little overboard this time, but as he walked past a flower shop to this new café he had passed by a couple of times, he couldn’t resist buying a small bouquet. Granted, the flowers probably cost more money than he was saving with his little act, but it was about the principle. He couldn't let people think that he’d be anything other than incredibly romantic for his date, even if it was fake. 

He checked his reflection in the windows of the café, before heading inside, putting on his most excited and love-sick expression. 

As he entered, he was immediately spotted by a waitress. 

“Here on a date?” she asked, before he could open his mouth, letting her eyes drift from his stylishly tousled hair to the flowers he was holding. 

“I am!” Jaskier beamed and scratched his neck shyly in an oscar-worthy performance. 

“About time,” the waitress said, pursing her lips. She leaned a little closer and dropped her voice to a whisper. “You better make it up to him. The roses are a good start, but he’s been waiting for you for half an hour. You better grovel.” She pulled back again, leading a stunned Jaskier to the back of the café. “Also, I expect you to pay for the cake now that you’re here.”

“I - what?” 

She didn’t reply, just left him at the corner table. The corner table that was already occupied. A man with long white hair blinked up at him, looking a bit lost, with a fork hanging in the air, apparently forgotten. There was a blush in his cheeks and the lost expression was strangely adorable. 

Jaskier didn’t realise what he was doing, but before he knew it, he was sitting opposite of the gorgeous stranger and put the flowers on the table between them. 

The man furrowed his brows, but didn’t tell Jaskier to leave. Jaskier couldn’t tell if he was too confused to tell him to go away or if he genuinely didn’t mind. Judging from the waitress’ words, it was probably the letter. 

“Um, hi,” Jaskier said dumbly. He threw a look over his shoulder and saw the waitress staring right at him, making imploring gestures at him. Jaskier pulled a grimace and turned back to the stranger. “Listen, I’m really sorry for this. This isn’t how this was supposed to go - well, actually, this is kind of the opposite of how I planned it.” 

The stranger cocked his head to the side in question. Gods, he looked almost like a puppy. Jaskier’s heart fluttered involuntarily. 

“Don’t tell anyone,” he said and leaned over the table, half in hopes of intriguing this stranger with the secret he was about to share, half making sure that the waitress wasn’t able to hear him. “But I didn’t actually come here for a date.”

“I know,” the stranger said and oh - oh gods, his voice! The low rumble sent a shiver down Jaskier’s spine. He drummed his fingers nervously on the table. 

“What do you mean you know?”

The stranger’s lips twitched. It was barely recognisable as a smile, but his amber eyes were twinkling in mischief. 

“You wouldn’t have sat down here if you actually had a date with someone else.”

“Oh. Yeah. You’re right.” Jaskier let out a sheepish little laugh and scratched his neck again. This time the nervousness wasn’t an act. “So, I don’t know how to ask this, but would it be alright if I stayed? It’s kind of too late to pretend I’m meeting someone else.” Jaskier hesitated, his eyes flickering down to the half-eaten cake on the stranger’s plate. “Sorry about your date. It sucks being stood up.”

The stranger huffed out a little laugh. “Sure does. But I’m here to drink alone.”

“Oh.” Jaskier pressed his lips together and drew back. He hoped the disappointment didn’t show on his face, but he knew a dismissal when he saw one. After all, there was a reason, why he only pretended to go on dates. “Of course. In that case I don’t want to bother you. We could maybe pretend that you’re mad at me for being late and that’s why you don’t want to have the date? Just as an idea. We don’t have to, but it would maybe be less embarrassi -”

“I’m here to drink alone,” the stranger repeated a little slower, emphasising each word. 

It took Jaskier a stupidly long moment to understand the meaning. A sly grin spread across his lips. “Are you telling me,” he said slowly, “That you’re only here for the free cake too?”

The stranger shrugged, his barely-there smile growing a little wider. “Not free anymore I think. I understand you’ll pay for it?” Clearly, the man didn’t really expect him to pay. There was a teasing tilt in his tone and Jaskier was already burning to hear it again. 

“I’d like to know your name first before going on a fake-date with you,” Jaskier said, picking up the flowers and wiggling them in the air jokingly. 

The man rolled his eyes, but the grin didn’t disappear. 

“Geralt,” he said and put a hand over Jaskier’s, stopping the silly wiggling. “And you?” “I’m Jaskier.” 

“Hm.” Geralt’s expression went from teasing to something imperceptibly softer. “You said you came here for free cake?”

Without waiting for an answer, he pushed the plate to the middle of the table, handing Jaskier the fork he had been using just a moment ago. 

“Wait, are you sure you want to share?”

Geralt shrugged. “Are you sure you want to go on a fake-date with a stranger?” “Yes,” Jaskier answered immediately, only realising after a second that Geralt’s question had probably been rhetorical. “I mean,” he tried to backpedal, “I’m just in it for the cake of course.”

“Of course,” Geralt agreed, clearly not believing Jaskier a single word but being too amused by his fumbling to call him out on it. 

“You know,” Jaskier said after taking a bite out of the truly delicious cake, “Maybe next time, we can actually stage a break up at a restaurant. That’s bound to earn at least one of us some alcohol.” “Next time?” Geralt asked, raising a brow. “Of course we’ll have to do it at least two more times,” Jaskier nodded sagely and tapped a finger against his chin as he thought. “So each of us can get the benefits.”

Geralt stared at him as if he were contemplating leaving right this second. Then, inexplicably, he closed his eyes in defeat and said, “I’m free next Saturday.” He opened his eyes again and looked at the roses. “And I prefer Buttercups.”

Jaskier lit up like a Christmas tree. “Saturday sounds good. It’s a fake-date!”

#geraskier #geraltxjaskier #geralt/jaskier #geralt #jaskier #ficlet #fic #the witcher #witcher #my writing #first meeting #just a silly little thing

[cardinaldante]

Greetings siblings of the church. I want to kill myself. Papa Copia needed my help on something, and Jacob awnsered the door completely by accident. Papa Copia was very suprised about this, and I wanted to jump out of my room's window. I got dressed after that and quickly walked Jacob to the door.

When I got back to Papa Copia, Papa Terzo and Aether had joined him. Papa Terzo congratulated me for getting Jacob in my bed, but Papa Copia said something in Italian, and they started yelling back and forth at each other. I left them there and slipped away to my office with Aether. Aether congratulated me as well, and I embarrassingly told him that we just slept in bed together, nothing else happened. He only just grinned at me, and I got started on my work. There would be a feildtrip for the children tommorow that I'd be going on. I asked Aether if he would come with us and he told me as my personal ghoul, he'd have to- if only to make sure I didn't do anything as stupid as this morning. I punched him gently, and he told me he'd eat me the next time I punched him. I called his bluff and he just laughed at me.

Papa Copia came to my office an hour later, and told me that while he was proud of me for corrupting a priest, please tell him whenever I decided to bring a friend over. I glanced between him and Aether, and he blushed and told me he could just ground me. I quickly disagreed, and asked what brought him here. He told me that Father DeFroque was wanting to associate with us- which was suprising, as the last father of the church hated us, and it was Jacob and his father who smoothed over relationships with us.

To hear that he wanted to associate with us... It was a little unnerving. It was nice! We'd been waiting forever, but DeFroque wanted to come along with us to the field trip tommorow, which meant Papa Terzo was coming with us. I asked why he couldn't- after all, we didn't want Papa Terzo flirting with anyone from the church- and he told me Omega would be sent to keep an eye on Terzo. He also told me that since Father DeFroque was okay with speaking with me, he'd be making me the liaison for now- as long as I was okay with it, and as him as second.

Papa Copia tells me he doesn't trust Father DeFroque enough to have me alone in the room with him, and since I had a horrible reaction last time both I and Aether were on church grounds together- something he had noticed and told me that he would look deeper into it with Phil- he'd be going with me the next few times I had to go to the church to talk to DeFroque.

I asked him if he had any clues to what happened- and he just frowned and shrugged, not awnsering my question. He asked if I was going to be okay with some extra work, and I told him I would be fine with it as long as it wasn't too much. He agreed it wouldn't be, heard someone call his name, and excused himself. I worked and texted Jacob all day before finally getting bored and heading to the ghouls wing to see Phantom. I ran into a couple of siblings my age, and although they were awkward around me, and I was around them( I was technically their superior), they invited me to a party Friday. One of them mentioned there would be drinks, and while Aether did huff, I agreed to come. If only to sample some drinks and make sure everyone was drinking responsibly. I asked if I could invite my boyfriend, and they were very suprised that I had a boyfriend.

We talked for a long while about relationships(I had to explain gently that no, Papa Terzo wasn't lying when he said the clitorus was a real thing, if was a real thing that girls had), and about how they could become Cardinals like me. They asked if I was going to tell the Papa's about the Party, and I told them that I wouldnt tell a soul. I left after that and ran to Phantoms room, and Aether told me that I shouldn't go to the party, as I was underage, and I shouldn't drink and-

I kinda gave up listening and crossed my arms. I told him that while, yes, I was underage, this was the Satanic church, and wasn't we supposed to do stupid things? Besides, I wasn't going to really drink. All I was going to do was make sure the others didn't. Phantom said that it was a great idea, and that he'd get drunk for me. Aether hit him on the head hard, and they started arguing about the party. Siblings, I'm still going to the party. Aether can't stop me at this point. Besides, him and the Papa's always complain I don't act like a teenager much. Isn't this how teens act?

Let me break up this fight between Phantom and Aether before blood begins to be spilled or Omega's called. I don't need to get yelled at by him too. He's more scarier than Aether.

#ghost band #roleplay #the band ghost #ghost bc #ask blog

[lordkingsmith]

@whatwedointhecraft they’re immediately so banter-y lol

He sent the message asking about the state of the tree and how much it’d cost to get it to England, and left the laptop to get mail. When he came back, there was a reply.

lol a what now?

Embarrassingly he still didn’t notice the fact he wasn’t messaging Nathan and assumed he was tired due to time zone differences. So carefully copy and pasted the little ad and reiterated his message with more clarification.

Man I think you’re talking to the wrong person lol

Which actually made him look. And yes. He was. Neil Breaker. He didn’t even know who that was. He quickly looked at the man’s page and realized he was a teacher in Seattle. He was 40. And they’d friended each other months ago over the same PennyThought Arcade game, for extra perks. The travesty of not being able to will yourself into sinking through the floor whenever an embarrassment occurred. Chancy swallowed around it and went back to the DM’s.

-I am so very sorry. I didn’t realize I wasn’t messaging my friend. I apologize again, I just haven’t really been all here since my wife passed a few years ago

Why he put that he didn’t know. Impulsive, embarrassed, and wanting to make sure the other knew he was fully apologetic. He got to Nathan and left an a dm about the seedling, double and triple checking he had the right person this time.

Nah, I get it. Happens. Sorry bout your wife tho

You ok???

Was waiting for him from Neil and his heart did a double flip.

-I mean. I’m 55. I have a retirement I didn’t want, I’m a single parent of a daughter I did want, and I’m a widower. Financially I’m fine. Everything else is empty, I suppose. The one person I thought was going to be here to enjoy this with me isn’t. I barely talk to anyone in person much less anything physical. The only time I’m happy is when I’m with my daughter or when I’m in my garden.

He took a deep breath, hands lightly shaking as he finished writing. He hadn’t admitted any of this to anyone. And here he was, telling a perfect stranger he was horny and lonely and depressed. Too much information to just share on the internet as well, he knew.

Another long stretch of silence on Neil’s end and he took the time to wash dishes while waiting, anything to expend the jittery nervousness.

“C’mon Chance” he scolded himself as he angrily washed a bowl. “You’re not some seventeen year old about to cop a feel in the movies. You are fifty five years old. Act your age.” But this was the closest he’d gotten in years to. Well. Anything.

You realize you’re talking to a dude, right?

And an American

Christ on a pogo stick I’m across an ocean to you, my guy

<control=io>bot will explain function</control>

Chancy felt another embarrassed flush creeping down his neck. Alright, yes he probably did sound like a bot. He found, copied and sent the song “Guess What? I’m Not a Bot” by a singer his daughter loved. A few moments later he got the cry laughing emoji and smiled faintly.

Ok fair enough, I’m sorry. Can’t be too careful.

Look

My school’s just hit break. Not expected to do anything for the summer but do course planning. So I can. I dunno. Take a vacation

Why not

Chancy about choked.

-Really? You don’t have to

-I was just ranting

-But I wouldn’t say no

-You’d just…I can book you a hotel?

He ran his hands through his mildly curly brown hair, staring at the screen. He couldn’t believe he’d just typed this. Was entertaining this.

You wanna try something over video chat first or..?

-I’m not a robot

No no I get that. I mean sex, dude.

Or talking. Either works

Just so we know each other, you know?

And then yea, sure, after that I’m down for you booking me a hotel

Gimme a week tho

I gotta find a place to take my dogs while I’m over there

-you have dogs? I have a dog and a cat

-Rumor and Sneeze Master

I’m guessing Sneeze Master is the cat

-mhm lol

And now you’re talking like a person lol. I shoulda mentioned cats sooner

-it’s always cats, isn’t it?

Always

-If you’re in Seattle, you should perhaps go to bed

Man don’t tell me how to spend my vacation lol

-never!

-you’re just planning a sexual encounter and neither of us are exactly spring chickens lol

Man fuck you

-That’s the plan. Unless you want it the other way?

JFC

😂😂😂🥵🥵🥵

[raquellemonsta]

the sweet things in life (tsukishima kei x reader)

next

chapter 1: first day

(this is my new fic for my favorite haikyuu character, in which you are a karasuno first year as well)

The walk to Karasuno High School was a little bit nerve wracking, but that was to be expected. You adjusted the tie that was part of your uniform, before pulling your phone out to see how far away you were.

It was the first day of your first year of high school. You had been placed into class 1-4, which was one of the college prep classes. You did decently well in school, so it was no surprise and you weren't really concerned about your abilities. You weren't too sure what to expect though, but you were excited overall and only had minor first day jitters.

Making your way to the entrance area of the school, a large crowd of people were gathered right out front of the school. You decided to investigate a little further, and figure out where you were supposed to go.

You were put into a group of fellow classmates for new student orientation. They grouped you off by class, so you went to the man holding the sign '1-4'.

You met two girls from your class, Nakahara Mei and Yoshida Moriko. After getting to know them a little, you found Yoshida had a brother who was a third year at Karasuno, and as such she knew a lot more about the school than you did.

Looking around at the other people in your group, you caught the eyes of a tall, blond boy with glasses. You smiled at him, something which he did not return and merely looked away from you. 'Rude but whatever I guess...' you thought.

"Alright everyone, follow me!" the guy holding the sign yelled back to you. You all started walking behind the guy as he showed you the grounds of Karasuno. There were several gym buildings for sports clubs, and even a garden in the back.

The guide lead you inside, where you got to see the cafeteria and library, among other random rooms. Then, you went upstairs to see the different wings, obviously stopping the longest at the first year area and peeking inside of 1-4. Then you got to see the second year wing, which the second years had class in session while your tour was happening. One of the guys in class 2-1 made a commotion when he saw first years, explaining about how you all needed to respect you upperclassmen and some other nonsense. You quietly chuckled at his absurdity and again caught the gaze of that blond boy from earlier, along with his friend you hadn't noticed before, though the friend snickered along with you.

After that, they showed you the third year wing, which was much more chill than the second year one. They spent a lot more time planning for their adult lives quickly approaching.

"You'll actually get to talk with third years about their experiences, advice, and anything else you'd like to know about Karasuno" your tour guide told you. There were several third years stationed on either side of the next hallway you turned down, leaving opportunities for first years to interact with anyone they'd like.

You decided to walk up to a girl who had a few students (all of which were boys) around her, asking her questions that didn't all seem school-related. She was strikingly beautiful, with nice black hair, and alluring eyes behind her thin-framed glasses.

Making your way to her, you waited for her to get to you. You didn't have to wait long, as she dismissed the boys who were somewhat embarrassingly trying to make moves on her.

"Hi there, welcome to Karasuno. I'm Shimizu Kiyoko, it's nice to meet you" she politely greeted. You bowed a little bit to your senior and introduced yourself.

"I'm (l/n) (y/n) of class 1-4, it's nice to meet you Shimizu" you replied. She gave you a kind smile.

"Anything in particular you'd like to know about?" she asked. You thought about it for a little. Did you want to know about academics? No offense, but that sounded kind of boring. Plus, you didn't want to ask her a dull question and waste her time. Maybe you should ask about school wide events, but you had a feeling you would find out more about that later anyways. Clubs and things to do around the school? There you go.

"What kinds of clubs do you guys have here? I'm interested in joining one" you asked her. That seemed like the right kind of question to ask her because she smiled to you.

"Well, there's quite a lot of clubs to choose from depending on what your interests are. Art club, academic clubs, student councils, and sport clubs. Actually, I'm the manager for the boys volleyball club" she told you.

That piqued your interest. You knew some stuff about volleyball, since you would sometimes watch it when it came on TV. There was something exhilarating and calming all at the same time. It was easy to fall into a trance watching the ball go back and forth over the net, while also holding your breath on close plays.

"Is there a way that I can get involved with that?" you asked her. "I've always been interested in volleyball but don't really think I want to play it myself".

She nodded in understanding. "You could be my assistant manager, if you'd like. It's just what we need after last year" she said somewhat cryptically. You decided not to ask what exactly she meant by all of that, and instead happily accepted the opportunity to be a part of the club. You were excited to be a part of something so soon into your time there.

"I'll do it!"

"Great, practice is after school today, in the third gym. See you then" she said before turning to another student. Soon enough, the third year Q&A was over, and it was time for you to go to your classroom and review the syllabi for each class.

You couldn't keep your mind from drifting to the pretty girl from earlier, and just what was waiting for you after the school day ended.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #kiyoko shimizu #karasuno

[the-al-chemist]

Return to Ithaca

A few months ago, I was sent this submission by a lovely anon:

It’s been an embarrassingly long time, anon. I’m sorry. But, thank you for sending it. I hope you enjoy the scene that’s come from it, which I’m using as my submission for @hp-12monthsofmagic’s October prompt.

Warnings: it’s not really spooky, but it’s very claustrophobic.

Nothing exists in isolation.

Jacob’s father had taught him that as a young boy. Links, patterns, and connections; they were always there, if one only looked hard enough to find them. And one had to find them, because that was how logic worked, how problems got solved. It all came down to that one clear rule: nothing in isolation.

On the day that Jacob became trapped inside the Portrait Vault, he stopped believing in that rule. There was something in isolation. Jacob was in isolation. Other than him, there was nothing.

Or so he had thought.

At first, he had wandered between the portraits, through countless frames, each leading him to an identical depiction of the Vault beyond them. He should have become lost and disorientated, but somehow, he always managed to find his way back to the frames he could not get through, the ones that looked onto the real Vault.

It was as if the Vault were calling him back to it.

As much as he had tried to resist them, the Vaults always managed to lure him back. Jacob had been bitter about it until then. Now, he was glad that something other than him existed in this dark and desolate place. He no longer existed in isolation. He had found a link, a connection.

From there, there were more connections. The Portrait Vault was connected to the Forest Vault before it, and to the ones before that as well. They were all connected to each other, and all of them were connected to the final Vault, the one Jacob had yet to find. When Jacob reached out with his mind, he could feel them, all of them.

Jacob’s Legilimency had been a talent before. Now, it was a lifeline. With practice, he managed to find connections to people in close proximity to the other Vaults. When someone traversed the corridor below the Ice Vault, or walked through the library’s Restricted Section near the Vault of Fear, or a centaur cantered past the Forest Vault, Jacob could feel their presence. It was reassuring, to know that even here, he was not truly alone.

Nothing in isolation. Not even Jacob, not anymore.

As time went on — he assumed that time went on, anyway — he actively sought out the brief links to others as they passed by the other Vaults, trying to reach out to them using his Legilimency. It did not work, not the way he wanted it to. Until, one time, it did. His mind made the connection to someone else’s, and it was not just anyone else. It was her. It was Artemis.

It made sense, of course. His younger sister had the same natural gift for Legilimency as he did. It seemed only natural that the first time he would truly make a connection with another human from inside the Vault, it would be with her. And if she was close enough to a Vault for him to make that connection, that meant that she was at Hogwarts, which meant that…

It was time.

This was the moment he had been preparing for. He stopped trying to connect with people, and instead he made the connection to the first Vault, the Ice Vault.

Open… he told it. Open…

He could feel that this had been enough to agitate the Vault, to activate it and trigger the curse. After what might have been a month, or a year, or three, he felt the Vault open, and sensed a presence — Artemis’ presence — inside. The same had happened with the second Vault, and the third, and then…

He knew that the fourth Vault had been activated, not just because he could feel it, but because he could see that on the other side of the portrait frame, the crystal column inside the Vault had started to glow. All there was left for him to do was wait for Artemis to find her way to it.

And, eventually, that moment arrived.

Someone was coming. He could feel them, moving closer and closer to him, to the Vault. He could hear them, their footsteps echoing louder by the second. The light that emanated from the glowing column was dim, but when the newcomer entered the heptagonal room, he could see that they were small-framed and dark-haired, like Artemis. Was it Artemis? It felt like a logical conclusion to draw, but Jacob knew that it might only be wishful thinking on his part. Wishes could do that, they could make you lose your head. Jacob couldn’t lose his head, he had to remain logical. He couldn’t afford to wish, not anymore.

The person on the other side of the frame approached the glowing column of the Vault, and as they stepped closer to it, their shadow elongated into the darkness behind them. Their profile, though illuminated by the column, was obscured by their hair.

Jacob wanted to reach out, to feel for them with his mind and find out who they were, but as they reached out to the glowing crystal with one hand, he called out to them instead:

“Don’t touch it!”

“Jacob?”

His name, a girl’s voice. The hand retracted, and as the girl looked about the Vault, her half-shadowed face turned towards him. Jacob’s heart skipped a beat.

“Artemis?” he breathed, and the girl who looked like Artemis’ eyebrows furrowed. She continued to peer into the darkness, clearly unable to see him through the shadows.

“Jacob, where are you?” she asked.

“I’m inside the portraits.”

“How do I get you out?”

“Open the column,” Jacob told her. She took a step back towards the column, and he reached out as if to stop her, though he knew it was impossible to reach her. “Don’t touch it,” he repeated his earlier instruction. “Use Legilimency.”

If she had managed to open the door to the Vault, she had to know how to use Legilimency. Jacob could only hope that she could use it well enough to open the column as well.

The girl nodded her head, just once and so quickly that it may have been a twitch. As she narrowed her eyes at the glowing crystal, her thoughts were even louder and clearer than her voice, and they echoed Jacob’s own sentiments as he watched the scene from within the portrait frame.

Open… Open…

It had been a long time since Jacob had seen a light as bright as the one that emanated from the column as it opened. He shielded his eyes with his forearm, and as he lowered it, still found himself needing to squint as he stepped towards the edge of the portrait. He paused there for a moment, scarcely able to believe that he might be free, before stepping out through the frame.

“Jacob?”

The girl was watching him with wide and hopeful eyes. Jacob knew those eyes: hazel, with a green ring around the pupils. Her dark hair fell untidily to the level of her chin, and though it was escaping from where she had tried to tuck it behind her ears, he could still see that she had a small scar on her right cheek.

“Missy.” Though Jacob’s eyes were still adjusting to the light, he could recognise his sister. “You did it. You found me.”

He wasn’t sure who hugged who first. He wasn’t sure when he had last hugged anyone. It was a wonder that he still knew how to hug at all.

“I can’t…” Jacob couldn’t finish the sentence that he started to muffle into her hair. There were too many words, too many emotions for him to express. “It’s you.” To be certain, he held Artemis at arm’s length to look at her again. “You’re all… You look so grown up. Are you sure it’s really you?”

Artemis pushed her tears away from her cheeks with the heel of her hand.

“It’s me,” she told him. “Is it really you?”

Of course it was really Jacob. Who else would he be? He wanted to ask her as much, but her dark eyebrows had furrowed, and the look in her eyes had changed. She no longer looked hopeful. If Jacob hadn’t known better, he’d have said that she looked afraid. But that couldn’t be the case. His sister could never be afraid, not of him.

Artemis’ face kept that peculiar expression as she asked, “You’re not a Boggart, are you?”

“Why would I be a Boggart?”

Though he managed to keep smiling as he asked the question, Jacob could feel his heart sink in his chest. He felt suddenly hollow. Everything felt hollow, as if he were entirely alone in the world.

While he was stuck in the portrait, he had tried not to imagine what freedom might feel like. He had never thought that it might feel like this, that he might return to his loved ones only to find that they no longer even recognised him. Worse than that, they feared him.

Nothing in isolation.

And yet, Jacob felt more isolated now than when there had been nothing.

#hp12mom #artemis hexley #Jacob hexley #hphm mc #hphm jacob #Jacob and mc #portrait vault #Jacob and the odyssey references continue with this title

[myownau]

We’re a Family

Summary: part 2 of Alone Tonight. Robin returns from Europe

The Party has one last get together before the baby arrives

And the happy couple have a baby break.

Authors Note: When I wrote ‘Alone Tonight’ I intended for it to be a one shot. But to be embarrassingly honest, I realized after I posted it that I had totally forgotten about Robin! How could I forget about Steve’s platonic soulmate???

So this story was written to rectify that, and then for some reason I just didn’t stooop typing. So please enjoy this part 2! There will almost definitely not be any more parts. The end is wrapped up pretty completely so if there’s ever another part (don’t get your hopes up) it’ll just be a bonus story like the one at the very end. Haha.

The Ao3 link is pinned on page if you’d rather read it there or want to follow the series IF I ever do write more for this universe lol!

I also just want to say THANK YOU SO MUCH for all the positive feedback, the likes, and the reblogs. It means so much to me. I am so grateful to you all. I love this fandom. ❤️

“Are you sure I look okay?” You’re stood by the front door, wearing your favorite casual maternity dress. Bright yellow sunflowers adorning every inch of the soft fabric.

Steve comes out from the kitchen and looks you up and down with the biggest smile on his face. “Baby, stop it, you look gorgeous. It’s taking everything in me not to ravish you right here and now.”

You grab his arms and pull him as close as you can get with your giant baby bump pressed between you. “I’m serious Stevie. I’m so nervous.”

He pulls back and looks into your eyes, cupping your face with both hands, “What is there to be nervous about, Sweetheart? She’s going to love you.”

“But what if she doesn’t? What if she hates me. I know how close you two are, I know you’ll leave me if she doesn’t give me the seal of approval.”

Steve huffs a laugh. He leans in and kisses your nose. Your face scrunches up in a deep frown. “Luckily, you won’t have to worry about that, because she’s. going. to. love. you.” He kisses you softly on the lips, just a sweet bit of reassurance. “Plus, she practically loves you already. She would’ve protested the wedding if she didn’t.”

“Prot- what do you mean?”

“Well, I mean it’s not like I haven’t talked to her the whole time she’s been away. I wrote to her about you like 10 times just in the first week we met. And like you said about approval and all that… I mean we wouldn’t have been engaged, let alone married without her giving the okay.”

You playfully slap him in the arm, “what the heck Steven.”

“Oh come on, not my government name.”

You sigh deeply, “Alright well, I guess I feel a little bit better then.” You think for a moment in silence, “wait, you didn’t tell her about the whole reason we spent the night together did you?”

He grimaces, eyes scrunched up tight, “I mean I didn’t not tell her.”

“Oh my gosh-“ you grab the doorknob and charge out of the front door, “you swore you wouldn’t tell anyone.” You’re whining all the way down to the car, Steve following close behind you.

“I know baby, but Robins not just anybody.” Before you can get in the car he grabs you from behind and pulls you close to his chest. “She’s my platonic soulmate. I pretty much have to tell her everything ever or else one of us will die.”

“Mmm” you purse your lips “that’s a little over dramatic. But. It’s already out there so. As long as she doesn’t like blab to anyone else about it, or brings it up at all really, I think we’ll be okay.”

He kisses the top of your head and let’s go of you so he can open the door for you. The laugh that leaves his mouth is a little uneasy. “Yeah yeah, should be fine.”

—

The diner is fairly empty for a Friday night. You can’t help but smile as you remember the first time Steve brought you here. It was your first official date, just a couple days after what was meant to be a one night stand. He’d called the Byers-Hopper residence asking for you, when Will answered the phone. He’d wiggled his eyebrows at you as he handed you the phone, a little smirk on his face. That very night he’d brought you here and the rest was history.

“What’re you thinking of getting this time?” Steve asked, flipping through the greasy menu.

“Well,” you sighed, rubbing your stomach in wide circles, “Eddie really wants a strawberry milkshake. And a greasy bacon cheese burger. And fries. And mozzarella sticks. And a pickle. And-“

“Geez, sweetheart. Eddie wants a lot tonight huh?” He laughed, patting your leg under the table.

“I’ll be happy when these pregnancy cravings are gone. And when I’m, yanno, not pregnant anymore.”

He looks up at you, concern in his eyes. “I thought you liked being pregnant?”

“I do baby, I do. But once you hit 8 months it’s like. A lot. He’s so heavy, and my crotch hurts like all the time. And I can’t breath. And I feel like my stomachs going to explode sometimes. And Eddie keeps like kicking me… like for real, I thought he broke a rib last week.” You take a deep breath, “it’s just like a lot now, we’re so close to the finish line I’m just ready to evict the tenant yanno?”

“I’m sorry my love,” he kisses your cheek tenderly, “if I could do the last month for you I would.”

“I know you would, handsome. You’re so good to me.” You close the gap between your faces and kiss him deeply. He puts his arm around you to bring you closer to him in the tight booth.

“Gross.” You hear from behind you.

“Robin!” Steve exclaims. You scoot out of the booth as quickly as you can, Steve helping you with a hand on your lower back.

“Um, hi, Robin” you put your hand out to shake hers, “it’s so nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you!” Robin slaps your hand out of the way and brings you in for, what would be a crushing hug, if not for your belly.

“Not as much as I’ve heard about you, probably heard way too much about you honestly. But that’s okay because you make Dingus happy and that makes me happy. Seriously, very cool to meet you. Geez you’re huge.” Robin, you learn, is a rambler. Which you instantly love because you can be too. “How far along are you now?”

“8 months. Ready to pop this baby out already.”

“Bet Steve hasn’t been able to keep his hands off of you.” Robin smirks.

“You have no idea” you bit your lip, rubbing your tummy, “thought our sex life was wild before-”

“Gross,” she laughs lightly and clears her throat. “And you’re uh, you’re really naming him Eddie?” She asks, eyes a bit glossy.

“Yeah,” you smile down at your tummy, “Edward William”

“William? After Will?”

“Not- not exactly. Well, I mean yes and no.”

“Oh no, please tell me that’s not because of Billy?” She looks up at Steve who in turn puts his hands up in a defensive position and shrugs.

“Yeah. Well. I mean, I heard what a douche he was but- I’ve also heard about yanno- all the stuff that happened to you guys and- well he saved my sisters life.” You pause and look over at Steve and then back to Robins curious eyes. “I never even would’ve met Jane if not for Billy. And from what it sounds like, this whole town and even the world wouldn’t have made it without Jane so. Domino effect and all that. Felt like- well it felt like he deserved a bit of a tribute too, yanno?”

“Yeah, yeah you’re right.” She pats your arm. When she turns to look at Steve it seems like he can’t take it anymore, he’s bursting at the seems to be close to his platonic soulmate. He moves in on Robin in an instant and swoops her up in his arms, spinning her around in a bear hug. “Missed you, can’t believe you left me all alone for 5 years. Come on and sit. Tell us about Europe.”

“Well it’s not like I left to just travel the world without reason. I was studying abroad!” She scoots into the booth across from you, ”Education and all that.”

“Whatever man, there’s colleges here, you abandoned me but that’s fine. Yanno, whatever, missed my wedding but that’s fine I guess.”

“Shut up” she laughed “at least I’ll be here for the birth of your child. I know that’s most important to you. Six little nuggets.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” He smiles over at you. “Okay, enough about us, let’s hear about all the trouble you got up to.”

“Alright alright fine… so, it’s one of my first nights in Paris and as I’m walking by this cafe I notice this girl staring at me from the balcony-“

—

Jonathan and Nancy’s house was the new hub for the Party. With everyone having moved out of their respective childhood homes, and some having moved out of Hawkins completely. It made sense that their house was the best meeting place, when everyone was back in town.

Plus, it was bigger than yours and Steve’s small 2 bedroom starter home. Not that you didn’t have the money for something bigger. You were a renowned artist in Indiana at this point, selling several Photobooks and even having gallery events every couple of years where large canvases of your photos were sold to the elite of the state and elsewhere. You two were just, saving up. Steve really did want 6 little nuggets. And you were happy to have them, but you both wanted to make sure your future home was large enough to house such a large brood.

The Byers home was fairly large, not too big but the living room was definitely sizable. Looking around the Party, you think they might have purchased this particular house with them in mind. It was unbelievably sweet how close everyone was, it made you feel so warm. Especially to see how welcoming they had been of you too.

In fact, this whole gathering was technically, for you. Well, for you and Steve and the birth of your son. One last movie night before babysitters and extra planning would have to be involved. As well as the fact that Dustin and Suzie had flown in from Utah, specifically to be here for when Eddie arrived. Everyone was here, and that meant party time.

Nancy was pattering about the kitchen, emptying bags of popcorn into several large bowls. You waddled in behind her, gripping the counter for some extra support. “Hey Nance, can I help you with anything?”

She looked up at you and smiled, “No no, y/n, I’ve got it!”

You pull out a stool from the island in the center of the large kitchen and climb onto it. Struggling a little bit, your balance off and swollen ankles doing you no favors. “Alright I guess I’ll just sit here then, and watch you, while my hands do nothing.”

She laughs, rolling her eyes “Alright fine, here, you can put all the candy into these individual bowls.” Bringing over two brown paper bags full of candy and a stack of small bowls.

“Good grief, it’s like we’re feeding an army of small children.”

“We pretty much are,” she sighs as the timer goes off on the oven. She puts her oven mitts on and grabs the tray of chicken nuggets. Plopping them on the stove top.

“So,” you grab the first bag of candy and start pouring it into the porcelain bowl “Did you think Steve would be the first in the Party to have kids?”

“Yes. We all knew he would actually.”

“Oh? Even when he was single though? I mean, Dustin and Suzie were married first, then you and Jonathan and then Max and Lucas, and then me and Steve… were last, so far anyway.”

“Well that’s true” Nancy starts, grabbing her spatula and transferring the nuggets onto a serving platter. “But Steve’s the only one in the Party who just wholeheartedly couldn’t wait to be a parent.”

You’re smiling down at the bowls of candy in front of you. “He’s going to be an amazing father.”

“He is,” she agrees. “He was a great older brother to these kids growing up. You should’ve seen him. Especially with Dustin.”

“I wish I would’ve been around then. Hearing your stories, seeing the closeness between everyone. It’s so beautiful.” Your eyes well up with tears “You’re like a family, but like more than that even. I feel so blessed to even be allowed in.”

“Oh y/n are you okay?” Nancy rushes around the island over to your stool. She rubs your back as you start to cry.

“I’m fine I promise,” your chest heaving “it’s the hormones I swear.”

“You are our family y/n. And we are so happy to have you. You make Steve so happy, and you’re giving him a gift that he’s always wished for. If anyone’s blessed, it’s us.” She grabs your hands and helps you down off the stool, “why don’t you go to the bathroom and get cleaned up and I’ll meet you out in the living room with all the food okay?” You nod, realizing your mascara must’ve been running down your face.

—

The half bath is right across the hall from the living room. You could hear everyone chatting, laughing and catching up as you wipe your cheeks free of the dark streaks of watered down mascara. You’re not trying to eavesdrop, but with nothing else to focus on you end up listening in on Steve, Robin, and Jonathan’s conversation. Especially when it becomes clear they’re talking about you.

“Wait so how did you two meet again?” Robin asks.

“In the second semester of my first year, she was in my Lighting and Exposure class. We had to do a project with a partner and she just walked up to me and asked if I wanted to work with her.” Jonathan said with a nervous tremor. “I was a little hesitant at first but she wouldn’t really take no for an answer and I didn’t know anyone in the class so.”

“She is a stubborn one isn’t she?” Steve laughed.

“Yeah” Jon mused.

“And just like that you were friends?” Robin seemed a little skeptical that that was the end of the story.

“I mean yeah, we worked on the project together and learned we had a lot in common so we started hanging out more. Introduced her to Argyle after a while and yeah… we were inseparable after that I guess.”

Steve stayed quiet, you knew he was the jealous type. Like an excitable guard dog. Thankfully he wasn’t one to growl until it seemed like there truly was an intruder but the silence meant he was watching. Waiting. Protective of his little family.

He’d never been jealous of your friendship with Jonathan, even knowing how you used to feel about him. He knew you and Jonathan were still close. He seemed very secure in your relationship. But hearing about the time before him seemed to make him uncomfortable.

“So what about that semester when you and Nancy were broken up? You never thought about, like asking y/n out? Or were you never attracted to her that way?”

You almost burst out of the bathroom with that line of questioning. What the hell was Robin trying to do? But you were curious too, so you stayed as quiet as you could in the bathroom, ear practically pressed flush with the door.

“Uh” Jonathan coughed, “I guess I just always saw her as more of a sister.” Oh that stung.

“Damn. Poor girl never even had a chance with you.”

You froze. All the blood leaving your face.

“What do you mean? Never had a chan- she never, wait, did she say something-“

“Damnit Robin.” Steve sighed heavily.

Their voices seemed to fade, like Steve was dragging her away. “I said too much again, didn't I? I’m so sorry Steve, please don’t tell her. Oh my-“

—

You flushed the toilet and washed your hands, having spent too much time in the bathroom now to have just been wiping your face, or even just peeing. You were mortified. But you had to go out there like nothing was wrong, like you didn’t hear your husband's best friend expose you to your best friend.

You exited the bathroom to find everyone sitting down on the couches and piles of pillows on the floor. Steve was sitting near the center of the main sofa, Robin on one side and an empty spot for you on the other. You waddled over to the couch and slowly lowered yourself into the open seat. Exhaling in relief when he pulled your aching feet into his lap to rub them.

“Whiiiipped” Dustin whispered from the floor. Suzie slapped him hard in the chest “ow. Sorry geez.”

“I think it’s sweet Dusty, you’re not going to rub my feet when they start to swell?”

“Of course I will honey. I’ll do whatever you need to be comfortable.” He kisses her on the cheek.

“Now who’s whipped,” Steve mumbles.

You look down at the couple, confusion written on your face. You’re not sure if they realize what they have just confessed. “Suzie, are you..?”

She smiles wide and just nods. The whole room goes nuts with excitement and congratulations.

“That’s amazing Suz I’m so happy for you! Looks like we won't be the only parents in the Party for long.” You nudge Steve with your shoulder. He looks like he’s about to burst into tears. His first child, his little brother, about to be a parent himself. He couldn’t be more proud.

“Who's next?” You ask, looking around the room.

“Probably you again.” Mike laughs.

“Let me have this one first before even thinking about the next one Mike. Geez. Give my uterus a break.” You huff, “but damned if I don’t agree, it’s going to be me or Suzie again. Or there will be a long break and it’ll be Nancy.”

“That would be a very long break” she chuckles, “Jonathan and I agreed, no kids until I’m further in my career. Probably will be a long long time.”

“Whenever you’re ready! Don’t let anyone push you to have them sooner.”

“Did Steve push you to have one so soon?” Max asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

A devious smile creeped up your lips, “oh I didn’t have a choice, but it wasn’t because he pushed me into it, it’s because of his massive d-“

“PLEASE,” Will called out from beside Mike, “not again. I beg you. We’ve heard enough about Steve’s” he gestured wildly with his hands “stuff.”

You can’t help but laugh, Steve joining in, squeezing your ankle in the process. “I’m just joking. We made the choice together as a couple. We were just ready,” you look up into Steve’s warm loving eyes, “Steve’s always been ready, you all know that. So he waited patiently for me. But it didn’t take too long, obviously. I just couldn’t wait to have a little Steve running around.” He kisses you softly when you finish.

—

When the second movie ends, everyone gets up and stretches their legs. Some rushing to the bathroom, some grabbing the bowls of popcorn and candy, others cleaning up the trash. You’re still sitting on the couch, perks of being weighed down by a tiny human, when Jonathan approaches.

He rubs the back of his neck, tremor in his voice as he says, “Hey y/n so I’ve got a project I’ve been working on, I’d like to show you now if that’s okay?”

“Sure,” you smile and offer both your hands to him “but you’ll have to get me up first.”

He grabs your hands and yanks you up out of the soft sofa. “When are you due again? Feel like you’ve been pregnant forever.”

“Me too. Due date is a week from now but the doctor said it could be any day now.” He leads you up the stairs to the second floor where he’s converted one of the spare bedrooms into his own little darkroom.

The window in the room is completely blacked out. Covered by a piece of plywood painted black. No light getting through, it’s perfectly snug. He flips on a light and the red bulb flickers to life in the middle of the room. You waddle in, taking in the scenery as your eyes adjust to the darkness. He shuts the door behind you. In the dark it’s almost impossible to see where he is. The red light not much help.

“This is amazing Jonathan. Now we won’t have to drag everything to and from the Arts center anymore.”

“Yeah,” he huffs a laugh “I figured that would be a lot more difficult now, with the baby and everything.”

“You.. didn’t do this for me… did you?”

“No, well” he takes a deep breath, “not just for you. I did it for us.”

“Oh”

“Not like that,” he rubs his hand across his face, “I mean like, shit. I just meant that I knew you’d have a hard time dragging a baby to the Arts center and well, I wouldn’t want to go without you and knowing that you weren’t there because you couldn’t go. Not because you didn’t want to be there. And you’re my best friend and I want you to be happy. I want to be able to still see you and do the thing we love, together.”

“Jonathan,” you find him in the darkness, giving his arm a squeeze “that’s so sweet. Thank you. This means a lot.”

“Of course.” He clears his throat, “I did uh, I did want to ask you about something though.”

Your heart drops to your stomach. You knew what he was going to ask about. You’d hoped maybe he’d just forget about it though. “Sure” you whisper.

“I was talking to Robin earlier and she said something that confused me.”

“Sounds like Robin” a nervous giggle choking out of you. You cough awkwardly into your fist and wait. Leaning on the table next to you.

Jonathan mimics you in the dark, leaning his hip against the table and placing his hand flat against it. “You never like, had a thing for me…did you?”

You breathed out a heavy sigh. Weighing the pros and cons in your head. If you lied to him you would always have this pressure on your chest. You never lied to him, he was the closest person to you, after Steve of course. But would it ruin your friendship if you told him the truth?

You knew there wasn’t really a point in weighing your options. There was only one really choice here. You were always going to be honest with him. “Yeah. Yeah I did have a thing for you. Of course I did.” Your laugh was breathy, full of nerves. You weren’t ready to lose your best friend. Your family.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” He inched his fingers towards yours on the table. Barely brushing against your fingertips.

“Well, I thought I was dropping hints there for a while but you never really picked up on them I guess? And then you and Nancy got back together so I just decided that you know. It doesn’t matter now.”

“Dropping hints? Y/n I’ve never known you to drop hints. You usually just say whatever you’re thinking. Bold and stubborn and loud.”

“Those don’t sound like compliments.”

“Trust me,” he slipped his hand over yours and squeezed. “They are.” He laughed a little under his breath, “I can’t believe you used to like me.”

“Jonathan” your chest was tight, “I didn’t just used to like you. I was in love with you.”

“You, you loved me?” He sounded so taken off guard. Like he didn't even think for a second that was a possibility.

“I did. Well, I still love you of course. Im just not IN love with you anymore. But it doesn’t matter now. And honestly, I’m so glad things turned out the way they did. You and Nancy are perfect for each other. And if it wasn’t for your wedding I never would have met the love of my life. And I wouldn’t be having this baby. And I wouldn’t take any of it back.” You took in a deep shuddering breath, “everything worked out exactly the way it was supposed to.”

He squeezed your hand again and let go, “You’re right. I wouldn’t change anything either. But I do wish I would’ve known. Maybe I could’ve made things easier on you. Pulled back on the PDA or something. Or maybe even introduced you to Steve sooner.”

“There’s no telling if I’d be with Steve now if I’d met him sooner. We only went home together because we were both sad about the people we loved getting married…”

“Oh come on y/n” you heard a voice muffled from outside the door.

“Shit. Pretend I didn’t say that. Please please forget I said that.” You yelled back at Jonathan as you ran to leave through the dark room door.

“You heard everything huh” you said as you met Steve in the hallway.

“Yeah.” He looked down at his shoes. “Didn’t mean to eavesdrop or anything. Just came up to see if you were ready to go.”

“I’m sorry I spilled your secret. I was only trying to explain my side. Didn’t mean to throw you under the bus with me.”

He looked down at you, hand coming to your cheek, forehead pressing to yours. “It’s okay sweetheart. You said some really pretty things in there. And I want you to know that, I wouldn’t change a thing either.” He kisses you gently.

“I love you so much baby.” You whisper against his mouth.

“I love you too. More than anything.”

—

Edward William Harrington was born 2 days later. Ten fingers and ten toes. A full head of hair, thanks Steve. So so tiny. The most beautiful little thing you had ever laid eyes on.

Steve sat close next to you on the hospital bed, holding little Eddie in his arms. He hadn’t stopped silently crying since you’d handed the bundle over to him. You’d never seen the man happier than in this moment. “He’s perfect.” Steve whispered.

“He really is.”

“I should call my parents.”

Your face scrunched up, “I guess you should. You called Joyce and Hopper already right?”

“Yeah, yeah they’re in the waiting room. I’ll go get them, just- just want a few more minutes to admire our little guy before the chaos.”

“Okay, big boy. Take all the time you need.”

He leans down and kisses your forehead. “I’m just overwhelmed,” he takes a shuddering breath, laughing on the exhale “Didn’t think it was possible to be this happy.”

“Me either.” Your cheeks hurt from how hard you’re smiling, “Feels like a dream. Well, all this with you and the baby I mean. My vagina does not feel like a dream. It feels very much real.”

—

When Mr. and Mrs. Harrington arrive, you have your best fake smile plastered across your face. You hadn’t seen them since the baby shower and you didn’t want to see them now. But keeping up appearances was the Harrington way.

“Would you look at that.” Mrs. Harrington said, voice low as she walked over to the bed. “He is gorgeous.”

“He is isnt he?” Your rocking him lightly in the crook of your elbow. Watching as he sucks on his own lip.

“How was the labor?” She asked. And you looked straight up to Steve. His face instantly fell into a grimace. Knowing she’d walked right into this one.

You look up at her and smile, “well, it wasn’t too bad actually. Steve’s cock is roughly the size of a newborn baby so Eddie just kinda slipped right out.”

She snapped her head to look at Steve, anger written all over her face, “why do you let her talk to me this way?”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, hand on his hip. “I don’t control my wife, mom, she’s her own person. I don’t ‘let’ her do anything. She has free will.” He pauses and sighs, “and you did call her a whore at our baby shower.. so.”

“Well I don’t like her foul mouth.”

“Okay mom, well, it’s either put up with it or never see your grandson. What’ll it be?”

You smiled at her, all teeth when she looked back at you. “Fine.” she said through gritted teeth.

“I’ll try to clean up my mouth Mama Harrington. As long as you promise to be a good and kind grandparent, and remember your place. I am Eddie’s mother. I make the choices in how to raise him, as well as Steve. Not you.”

—

After your in-laws left, Steve put your sleeping baby boy in his little bassinet and sat back on the bed with you again. Kissing your hair and rubbing your shoulders. “I couldn’t have asked for a better husband.” You look up at him as he leans in to kiss you gently. “You’re always standing up for me. Even when I say the most disgusting things to your parents.”

“Well. I mean they deserve it.”

“I know, and that’s why I do it. A little payback for being such shitty parents to you.”

“I’m honestly so grateful for it. I’ve never had someone care for me the way you do. Can’t believe how lucky I got with you.”

“You’re gunna get lucky with me. Soon as that 6 week mark hits. Gunna get lucky with me a lot.”

Steve laughs, squeezing your shoulder “Oh I know it baby, Im looking forward to it.”

“This is going to be the longest time we’ve gone without having sex.”

“Mmhm, it’s gunna be hard to keep my hands off of my sexy wife.”

“Don’t worry big boy, I’ll still blow you.” You bite your lip as you slide your hand up his thigh. “We can’t have penetrative sex but no one said anything about me giving you oral.”

Steve swallows hard, “Shit sweetheart, that mouth is always trying to get me in trouble.”

“So you’re saying yes to the blow job?”

“Oh no no, baby I honestly think we’re going to be too tired to even think about all that once we get home,” He places his hand on your cheek and pulls your face to look up at him, “and I'm honestly not interested in any of that unless you’re also receiving.”

“Mm my sweet selfless man.”

“Well it’s not completely selfless, I get off to you getting off.”

“Ugh fuck, I’m going to drop this conversation right here. My crotch hurts too much to think of mutual gratification.”

Steve kisses you softly on the tip of your nose, “I know my love, get some rest okay?” He gets off the bed gently and sits in the recliner next to the bassinet, “might as well get some sleep while he’s sleeping.”

—

2 months later

Raising a newborn as sweet and quiet as Eddie was a joy. A blessing. A surprise to say the least. Motherhood came easy to you and fatherhood even easier to Steve. He was your whole world. But because of this, you and Steve had not had a second to yourselves.

“I swear Nancy, every single time I try and touch Steve in any way, Eddie starts crying. And I’m not complaining about taking care of my sweet little bundle of joy. He’s so easy to care for, but his timing is crazy.” You let out a deep sigh, hugging the phone closer to your ear “last night, I cuddled up against Steve not 5 minutes after laying Eddie down in his bassinet, and I’m thinking okay, okay here we go. I’m not kidding okay, the moment- the very second I kiss his neck, Eddie starts wailing. It’s like he has a little alarm in his brain for when mommy and daddy want to love on each other.”

Nancy laughs, “That does sound like a rather unfortunate dilemma.”

“It is, it really is. I was given the okay to resume marital activities two weeks ago and the farthest we’ve gone is kissing, no tongue, and a thigh grip.”

“A thigh grip? Who gripped who?”

“It was me, gripping myself because I’m deprived, but Eddie wouldn’t let me have that either.” You whine.

“How about you and Steve drop Eddie off here this weekend. Jon and I would love to watch that beautiful little angel baby.”

“Wait, are you sure? Oh Nancy, thank you. Please, yes.”

“Absolutely. We could use some practice anyway right?”

“Well you are welcome to practice with all of the kids we have until you have your own. Seriously, thank you.”

—

You’re staring down at your sweet little boy as you walk up the Byers residence. Admiring his thick brown hair, large dark eyes, and sweet little button nose. He’s looking up at you from the crook of your elbow and cooing.

The closer you get to the door, the more anxious you start to feel. You’ve never been away from Eddie for longer than 30 minutes, and that was just to shower. He was always in the same room as you, or one room over.

“Are you okay, baby?” Steve asks as you reach the door. He puts his hand on the small of your back.

You feel a tear slip down your cheek, “Yeah, yeah I’m just- I’ve never been away from him. I’m scared to leave him. What if something happens while we’re away and he gets hurt or sick and I won’t be there to take care of him.”

“Oh honey,” he wipes the tear from your cheek and pulls your head to lean on his shoulder, little Eddie cooing between you. “He will be perfectly fine. Nancy and Jon are going to take such good care of him. I trust them with my life, I know they will do everything in their power to keep our boy safe. I know they will.”

You nod, sniffling lightly. “Okay. You’re right. I know you’re right.”

You reach out and ring the doorbell. In less than 30 seconds Jonathan is there swinging the door open with the dopiest smile you’ve ever seen on him. “Hey!! Let me have him!!” Jon extends his arms out, making grabby hands.

He looks so happy you can’t help but hand the baby right over to him. Just like that the anxious feeling disappears, you know he’s in safe and loving arms.

“Hey Eddie,” Jonathan rocks him gently, “it’s me, Uncle Jonathan. Do you remember me? From the hospital?” Eddie’s little hand grips onto Jonathan’s finger, he squeals and flails his little arms.

“Thank you for doing this Jon,” you pat his arm, moving around him in the doorway to step into the foyer. “It means a lot to us.”

Steve puts the diaper bag down on the entryway table. “This is everything you’ll need. Y/n pumped enough milk for 2 days so you should have plenty. He’s not used to the bottle nipple so it might take a few tries to get him to drink from it. But otherwise, he’s super easy. He just eats and sleeps and does his cute little baby noises right now.”

“If he gives you any trouble, Mom said to just call her and she’ll come right over. I know you won’t though. But maybe just let Mom come over anyway, she’s been coming over like twice a week but I wouldn’t let her this week so she’s probably itching for a visit.”

Jonathan breathes a laugh, “Alright sounds good. Thanks for trusting us guys. We’ve really been looking forward to having this little one in the house.”

Steve squeezes your hip, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close “alright I think that’s our cue to leave.”

You look down at Eddie in Jonathan’s arms. He’s started to blink slowly, falling asleep as you watch him. “Bye bye my love,” you whisper, leaning down to kiss his forehead, “be good for your uncle.”

When you move out of the way, Steve leans in to kiss him too, smoothing his hair from his forehead with his thumb. When he looks back at you, his eyes are glassy. You grab his hand and squeeze it.

“Have fun you two!” Jonathan calls as you walk out the front door.

Once you're both buckled into the car Steve looks over at you and clears his throat, “So- uh, when did you start calling Joyce mom?”

“Oh well, I guess it started just recently.” You smooth your hands over your soft blue dress. “She’s been a mother figure to me for years now, as you know. But with her coming over all the time now and calling Eddie her first grandchild, well, she is my mom. Yanno? And she is Eddie’s grandma and I don’t know. It just feels right to call her mom.”

Steve reaches out to you, grabbing your hand and squeezing your fingers gently, “That makes me really happy sweetheart.”

—

The hotel room is almost as nice as the room you stayed in for your honeymoon. You’d decided to stay in a hotel rather than going back to the house, because the house would just remind you of Eddie. And that would just lead to missing your baby. This was a little escape. A chance to spend uninterrupted time with your husband.

You're stalking around, checking out the room when Steve sneaks up behind you and wraps you in a bear hug. “It’s so quiet in here” he murmurs into your neck.

“Mmm, it really is. No music, no sweet baby sounds, no creaking rocking chair.”

“It’s just you and me sweetheart.” Steve starts kissing a line down your neck and over your shoulder, pulling the soft neckline of your dress out of the way.

“Yeah? And what do you wanna do with me now that you’ve got me all to yourself?”

He turns you around in his arms so you’re face to face with him, immediately kissing you hard and licking into your mouth without resistance. “Fuck” you moan into his mouth.

“I’m going to make love to you slowly,” he whispers into your mouth, “but not until after I fuck you.”

You let out a pathetic sounding whimper, clenching your thighs at the thought, “Please baby yes, it’s been too long. Want you to ruin me.”

He picks you up by your waist and throws you onto the bed in the middle of the room, crawling over you. His fingertips trail slowly up the length of your thighs, pushing your dress up as he goes. Steve’s eyes are black with desire. He leans up over you and whispers in your ear as he grips your mound in one hand, “I'm gonna make you cum twice on my tongue and then I want you to cum on my cock, understood?”

You feel the slick of your arousal spilling from you. The combination of not having sex in months and Steve’s words have you writhing against his palm. “Yes, Daddy, I understand” you whimper.

“Fuck, good girl.” he moans, “so fucking wet for me already. Can feel you soaking through your little panties.”

“Missed you touching me, Stevie” you mewl, you can’t stop thrusting your hips into his hand “Missed your fingers, and your tongue.” He takes his hand off your clothed cunt and starts to pull your underwear down with two fingers. “Mmm, I miss your gorgeous cock. Seeing you in the shower just isn’t the same. Need you warm inside me.”

He huffs a breathless laugh, biting his lower lip, “You didn’t find me sexy while I helped you and our son bathing in the shower?”

“It was sexy in a different way baby, like in a wow I’m so lucky to have such a loving attentive husband- ah” your sentence is cut off by Steve’s hot mouth on your neck, sucking a biting a bruise on your pulse point, “fuck, mmm this is a very different kind of sexy.”

He licks up the column of your throat to your mouth and hovers just above your kiss swollen lips, “I know baby I’m just teasing you” he smiles, pressing a quick kiss to your waiting lips and sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.

“I don’t know how much teasing I can take, I’m close to bursting. And I know that’s not the teasing you were talking about but fuck you’re doing both right now.”

Steve snorts, “awww my poor little girl needs me huh?” He mocks.

“Yes Daddy I really do” his eyes roll to the back of his head and bucks gently into you involuntarily. “If you’re gunna make me cum twice on your tongue big boy, then you better get started cause I need your cock. I. Need. It. I can’t take anymore build up, I’ll run out of fluid.”

Steve laughs and moves his hand back down to your aching cunt. He runs two fingers through your folds, “You’re so fucking wet” he says, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean. You arch your back, writhing beneath him.

“Please please I really can’t do teasing right now, I need you.”

“Okay okay” he bites his lip, “so do you want my tongue at all then or do you just want me to fuck you?”

“I want your tongue later, we have all night. I need your cock now. I’m literally creating a puddle, I don’t need any foreplay. Foreplay was the drive over here, the anticipation was foreplay. Let’s go cowboy, put your monster in my cave.”

“Yes ma’am” he leans in to kiss you deeply before getting up off the bed and chucking his pants and boxers off at lightning speed. You rip your comfortable cotton dress off and throw it to the floor.

“Oh fuck there he is,” you moan reaching for Steve with grabby hands.

He crawls over you again, placing himself gently between your open legs, “you miss me? I was only gone for a second.” He says starting a trail of kiss from your clavicle up to your neck.

“You I see you all the time, I missed him” you say reaching down and grabbing his cock, giving it a little stroke. He starts a laugh but it’s strangled, a breathy exhale replacing it. “I haven’t seen him in months.”

Steve sits up suddenly, grabbing your legs by the thighs and pulling you closer to him. Lining himself up with your entrance he smirks up at you, slapping your wet cunt with his member, still teasing. Your hands fly up to his toned biceps, nails digging into his skin, babbling incoherently. You’re lost in desperation, painfully aroused and waiting, begging him to just fuck you already.

He pushes the head of his cock in, ripping an obnoxious moan from you both. And that does it, that pushes the playfulness out of Steve, at last taking his task seriously. He throws your legs over the crook of his arms and leans back over you. Kissing you forcefully before thrusting in all at once. Your scream is muffled by his mouth, tears already welling in your eyes. The onslaught of pleasure is overwhelming. “You okay baby?” He checks in, seeing your tears, “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, no, no it feels so good. You’re so fucking big. Please, please move.”

He starts in a slow rhythm, it definitely feels more like making love than fucking and it’s overwhelming. Steve is looking right into your eyes and you're looking back and it’s like you're staring into each other's souls. Tangled like pretzels in this beautiful hotel room, you’ve never felt so at peace. You place a hand gently on the side of his face, tracing his bottom lip with your thumb. “I love you so much.” You whisper.

He closes his eyes, pressing his forehead to yours “I love you too.” He whispers back between shallow breaths, “luckiest man in the world.”

You giggle at that, “Mm I don’t know about that, but I’ll take it.” You kiss him gently before wiggling your hips a little, meeting his slow thrusts. “I need more big boy, wanna feel more of you.”

He nods, concentration clear on his face as he picks up the pace. Thrusting harder and deeper and quicker. “Like that? Mm?”

“Yesyesyesyes” you whine, throwing your head back against the comforter, eyes squeezed shut. When you look up at him again, he drops one of your legs and places a big hand on your face. Playing with your lips with his thumb until you open wide enough to let him stuff it in your hot wet mouth. You suck on it immediately, knowing what he wants. He curses under his breath and thrusts once harder, your responding moan vibrating through his thumb.

He takes it out of your mouth and reaches down between you to rub quick circles on your clit. “F-Fuck, I’m gunna cum baby, I’m gunna cum.” You cry out.

“Already?” He chuckles.

“It’s been- ahh - it’s been months since anything has” you struggle to form words as your vision starts to blur around the edges. “Since I’ve-“

Steve shushes you gently keeping up the rhythm with his hips and thumb until you're quivering and squeezing him from the inside. A string of expletives escaping between pornagraphic moans, cumming hard on his cock.

“Need a break?” He asks as you come back down to earth, feeling exhausted already from cumming so hard.

“No, I don’t need a break. Keep going, don’t stop.”

“You sure you’re not overstimulated? Give me a color baby.” He punctuates by rocking his hips gently.

“Definitely overstimulated but I like it, green green green.”

“Okay,” smiles, grabbing a milk swollen breast in one hand and kneading it. He lowers his head and sucks your nipple into his mouth. You laugh, watching milk slip past his lips but he just moans as he releases you. “Think your legs will hold you up if you flip over?”

“Only one way to find out.” You say, letting him slip out of you before you roll over and lift your ass in the air.

“Gorgeous,” Steve mumbles to himself before slapping your ass with a flat palm, gripping the fatty flesh with his fingers and shaking it. You let out a little yelp. Your ass fat giggles with the movement. He takes a moment to ogle your weeping core, running a finger through your folds. Your breathing is getting heavier again, needing more, your hole feels so empty without him. You push back on your knees, letting him know you're desperate with using words.

He slides his right hand up your spine, and pushes your front down lower to the mattress. He pushes into you again, slowly this time. And before he’s even all the way in he’s wrapping your hair around his fist and pulling. “This what you wanted? Hm? Wanted me to fuck you like a dirty little slut?” Once he’s buried deep he starts thrusting at a brutal pace.

You’re looking at him upside down from where he’s pulling your hair, tears streaming down your face. “Yes,” you whimper, breathing hard.

He slaps your ass again, harder this time. “Yes what?”

“Yes Daddy.” You cry out. He leans over your back and kisses you bruisingly hard. And you're glad that your child is still an infant because you know you’re going to be covered in bruises when you go home and that would not be fun to explain.

He drags his teeth down your shoulder and bites hard. You can’t help but clench around him at the sensation. He moans openly, diving back into your skin to suck a bruise just under his bite mark. “Gunna mark you up so everyone knows who you belong to.”

His possessiveness brings heat to your face, blushing hard at your husbands words. You’ve been married for years and everyone knows how in love you two are but it still feels so good to hear it. “Yours Stevie. Always. All yours.”

He slows down his brutal pace just a bit, you think he must be getting close. “Gunna fill you up. Fuck my cum into you until your round again. Put another baby in you.”

“Yes. No wait no. Yes.” You’re babbling back. Hoping this is just dirty talk because you’re not ready for another one yet.

He lets go of your hair, reaching under you to rub your still healing belly, “My sexy ass wife.” His hand slowly slips from your stomach to your clit where he starts rubbing in fast tight circles. “Never once stopped being sexy. Want you all the time.”

Oh yeah he’s definitely close. And thankfully so are you. “Are you close, baby? Gunna fill me up?”

“Yeah, yeah, want you to cum first though.” He says, leaning back and aiming his cock straight into your g-spot. It startles a scream out of you. “Is that the spot? Mm?”

You nod quickly. “Ahh- yes yes that’s it I’m so close baby right there fuck fuck fuck.” Your lower belly feels so warm as you feel your orgasm building. You feel so close but also like you’re about to piss yourself, but you don’t care because heck, Steve’s seen worse. You completely let go, losing yourself in the sensation. Your sweaty bodies are working together, wet slapping and sloshing sounds filling the room. You can’t stop the constant onslaught of moaning as he digs his fingernails into your hips, pulling you as hard as he can against him. And suddenly, you feel yourself gushing around him harder than you ever thought possible. A spray of your cum shooting so hard from your core it forces his cock out, soaking the bed and his lower torso.

“Holy shit, holy shit, did you just squirt?” Steve asks, shocked. He pushes back into you, pulling your torso up against his, trying to not slip out with all the your arousal slicking him up. “Fuck baby, that was so hot. That was so fucking hot” he moans in your ear as he comes deep inside your pussy. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I know I said I wouldn’t but fuck that was so hot I had to.”

“It’s okay,” you laugh. He pulls out of you and you turn to kiss him. Your kisses are long and languid. Full of love and awe. “Didn’t know I could do that.”

“Obviously. But now that I know I’m going to keep aiming for it.”

“You better. Felt so good. I’m so tired now though.”

He lays you gently on your back against the pillows. “Sure you’re not ready for another baby? I won’t force it if you’re not ready yet.”

“Doc said I shouldn’t for at least a few more months.. but I think.. if it happens then, it was meant to be. I’m not saying we should start trying again, but if it takes then it takes. I’ve heard it’s harder to get pregnant while breastfeeding so just, don’t get your hopes up okay?”

“Okay, that’s fair. All of it. I love you. I love you and I love our family so much.”

“I love you too baby.” He kisses your nose. “Six little nuggets right?”

“6 little nuggets.” He agrees.

—

They did in fact, get pregnant on this mini vacation. With twins. And in the end, they had 8 little nuggets.

Eddie, Stephanie, Samantha, Robbie, Dustin James, Fernando (yes, after the ABBA song, thanks Steve), Harper Joyce, and Henry… hahaha just kidding.

The last of the bunch was Christina. But they called her Chrissy. She was born on a Friday, with all the love of her family around her. Steve and y/n looked down at her full of the same amount of love and awe they shared at each and every birth. And as they looked into each others eyes, sitting close as they were at the birth of their first born, they agreed that they were done and their family was complete.

“You’re getting a vasectomy, right?”

Steve laughed, kissing your cheek gently, “Yeah, it’s scheduled for Tuesday.”

“That’s great news.” You whimpered, a tear dropping down your face.

“Yeah, it’s going to knock my breeding kink down a notch though.”

“Well, we’ll have a lot of fun pretending at least. You can just cum inside me as much as you want without consequence.”

Steve took a sharp inhale, “you’re right.” He slid off of the bed, tenderly taking Chrissy from your arms and laying her in the bassinet. “I’m just going to pop to the bathroom for a second.”

“Noo not fair. I know what you’re going to do in there. You do this every tiiime. You can’t turn us both on and expect me to not be jealous.”

“Sorry baby,” he smirked, kissing your cheek before heading towards the ensuite toilet. “Your parents said they’ll be here soon with Eddie and the twins so, just think about that.”

“What about Will and Mike? I thought they were going to introduce us to Amara today?”

“Well, Will said he didn’t want to take away from Chrissy. He said he’ll bring her over next week.”

“And what did Mike say?”

He runs a hand through his hair, other hand on his hip, “Mike said and I quote ‘We finally adopt a little girl after trying for 5 years and you’re saying you don’t want to make the birth of their eighth child less special?”

“Classic.” You laugh, “he is kind of right though, Chris won’t remember this, she doesn’t care. But I’m dying to meet their daughter.”

“I said the same thing but, it’s fine we’ll meet her next week. In the meantime I’m going to go take care of business.”

“Yeah yeah. Asshole. I love you.”

“I love you too, y/n.” He said as he closed the door.

—

Bonus side story

Taking place a few weeks after the mini vacay

Jonathan opens the door quickly, wide grin on his face as he takes your extra bags and sets them down on the entryway table. Eddie is sleeping in the car seat and you set him down gently on the floor next to the table.

“Good to see you as always Johnny boy.” You bring him in for a tight hug.

“You as well y/n.” He pats your back gently before pulling away. “Ready to develop some film?”

“You know it! I’ve got some hot pictures and I’ve been itching to see how they turned out. And some cute ones of course of my precious little angel baby.”

Jon rubs the back of his neck nervously, “Hopefully not too hot, don’t know if you’d want me in the room for those.”

“If they’re too hot I’ll send you out of the room, how about that?”

“I guess so” he chuckles.

“Not like you’ve never seen me naked before, remember that time when you, me, and Argyle went on the field trip to Malibu? We all got really high and Argyle dared us to skinny dip in the ocean and-“

“Yes yes shhh” he put his hand over your mouth “Nancy doesn’t know about that.” He whispers.

“Nothing even happened though,” you smirk, slapping his arm “well, not between you and me anyway.” You wink at him, turning on your heels to pick up the car seat and head up the stairs. “Have you heard from Argyle lately? I miss him.”

“Uh yeah, I heard from him a couple weeks ago. Said he finally finished the paper work for the franchise in West Covina… what do you mean nothing happened with us but… did something happen with you and Argyle?”

You stop just before the dark room door, placing Eddie just behind you. “Well, I mean yeah… you had just gotten back together with Nancy and I mean now you know I was kinda in love with you then so I don’t feel bad saying that well… I don’t know, Argyle was a little sad too about that. I mean not that.” You look down at your feet, sweat beading at your neck, “ANYWAY, yeah. After you went back to the hotel room we slept together, on the beach. Not slept but you know. We had sex.”

“Wow. I had no idea you had a one night stand with our college best friend.”

You cough into your hand, “Yeah. Yeah. It wasn’t quite a one night stand. That was the first time though.”

“Y/N…”

“What?? I was lonely and so was he and just kinda found some peace in each others bodies a few times. A lot of times. These words sound like deja vu but the experiences were totally different.”

“Wha.. how many…f-for how long?”

“Jon come on, it’s not a big deal. It was only like maybe 50 or so times in like the span of a month.”

He pinch’s the bridge of his nose, hand on his hip looking like a perfect mimicry of your husbands mom pose. “And you never thought to tell me?”

“Why would I? It wasn’t serious, we never got past regular friendship feelings and it didn’t last that long so, thought it was best to not bring it up.”

“Well, I mean okay. It’s just weird to me because of how much you talk about your sex life with Steve.”

“That’s different, Steve is the romantic love of my life. And I love Argyle but not like that. I’m not going to talk openly about a friends with benefits situation no matter how much it rocked my world.” You wink.

He lets out a deep sigh, “Alright, well. I now know too much about too many of my friends.”

“Oh come on I barely even said anything about Argyle. He was good though, really really good. You should’ve given him a chance.”

“What??”

Your eyes widen, “Nothing, let’s develop these nudes shall we?”

“Yeah.. yeah okay. Let me see if Nancy can watch Eddie for a bit.”

“She can and she will” Nancy says, coming out of their bedroom. She bends over Eddie’s care seat and unbuckles him, pulling him out and pressing him into her chest. “I always had a feeling Argyle had a crush on you.” She said as she turned back towards her bedroom.

“What??” Jon exclaimed looking at her back as she walked away.

“Man you really are oblivious.” You laugh, opening the darkroom door. “Or just really blinded by your love for Nance.”

“Yeah let’s go with that.”

“I think that’s beautiful, Jon. So blinded by love you don’t even notice anyone else’s interest.”

You can’t see it in the dark of the room but you know he’s blushing.

“Also, please don’t tell Argyle I accidentally hinted at his crush. Man, we are really bad at keeping secrets in this group.”

“Yes it would seem we are.” He agrees, beginning his developing process.

“I think I’m pregnant.”

You hear a clatter, like metal and paper and plastic falling to the ground along with a human like thud.

“Are you okay?? What happened?” You call out, arms reaching out in the dark.

“I’m okay,” he chokes. “Again?”

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[jamiewintons]

Worth The Wait (Jamie Winton/F!Reader)

Summary: After you’ve been dating for a while, you and Jamie have your first time together.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). First Time. Fluff. Oral Sex (Both F & M!Receiving). Fingering. Jamie Being Adorable.

A/N: Based on some prompts from an anon, which were: "I think about you. Ceaselessly." and "The things I want to do to you...". Anon, and everyone else who reads this, I hope you enjoy! As always, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated :)

Word Count: 3056

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You couldn’t help but watch Jamie with a smile as he unlocked the door to his house, squinting a little to try and see in the dark. It was starting to get late, and though you were somewhat tired, you really didn’t feel like going home yet. You wanted to keep spending time with him; you always did.

The two of you had been friends for a few years now, and you’d had a crush on him for almost as long. It had been a struggle harbouring feelings for a man who was still pining for his missing wife, but somehow, something just clicked and the two of you were finally able to admit how you felt and enter a relationship. You’d been together for a couple of months, and honestly, you couldn’t say that you’d ever been so happy in any of your previous relationships. Jamie was sweet, funny, and respectful, and he would never have even dreamt about pushing you into anything you didn’t want to do.

However, the two of you hadn’t slept together yet. Jamie was quite apprehensive about the idea of sex, though he’d assured you that it wasn’t that he didn’t want to do it, he was just nervous. Layla had been his first and he’d never been with anyone other than her since she disappeared. You completely understood why it would be difficult for him, and you were willing to wait for as long as he needed to be ready.

That didn’t mean you hadn’t thought about what it would be like. Actually, you thought about it embarrassingly often. Even holding Jamie’s hand was enough to get your mind to wander to how those hands would feel touching other areas of your body. Occasionally it got so bad that you needed to excuse yourself for a bit to ‘take care of some things’, while Jamie was left presumably clueless about what was happening. 

Once he’d got the door unlocked and opened, you followed Jamie inside, happy to have escaped the cold night air. You watched him with barely contained interest as he slipped off his jacket, folding it neatly. When he glanced back at you after he’d finished, you wondered if he had any idea what you were thinking about. “You know, uh… Dave isn’t here tonight, so we’ll have the house to ourselves. You can stay for as long as you’d like.”

“That sounds nice,” you told him with a smile, not wanting to get your hopes up too high that tonight would be the night. Even if it wasn’t, you’d much prefer spending the night cuddling with Jamie than alone in your bed at home.

“Would you like to watch a movie or something?” he asked, as you walked over to the sofa and sat down. A few moments later, he was taking a seat beside you. Immediately, you shuffled closer to him, and he wrapped an arm around your waist, turning his head slightly to gently kiss your forehead.

“Whatever you want, Jamie,” you said, just enjoying the feeling of his hand softly stroking against your hip.

“Well, uh…” Jamie shifted a bit awkwardly, and you looked up at him, studying his expression; his eyebrows were furrowed and his cheeks were tinted an adorable shade of red. “I wanted to tell you about this earlier, but…”

You sat up, moving your hand up to touch Jamie’s face so he had to look at you, though he was still avoiding direct eye contact. “Tell me what’s wrong.” You brushed your thumb against his cheekbone, hoping that he knew that he could trust you with anything.

“No, nothing’s wrong, it’s just…” Jamie paused, taking a deep breath before he started to speak again. Though you could see that it was making him nervous, he was sure to actually look you in the eye. “I think I’m ready.”

Right away, you knew what he meant without having to ask for anymore specific information. As soon as the words had left his mouth, you broke into a huge grin. “Really?” you asked, and Jamie averted his gaze again, though you could see the tiniest of smiles on his lips.

“I think so,” he reasserted, sounding a little bit more confident this time. “I thought with Dave being out, we could do it tonight… if you want to, of course.”

You nodded enthusiastically, leaning in to press a brief kiss against Jamie’s lips. “Of course I want to, I’ve been thinking about it for ages,” you told him, and you saw his eyes widen slightly in surprise. You find yourself wanting to reassure him of how much you want him, and give him the most seductive look you can muster. "I think about you. Ceaselessly."

That seemed to be enough to convince Jamie, and looked at you silently for a moment before he cupped your face between his hands and kissed you passionately. Already, you could feel warmth building inside you and you weren’t really sure if you would be able to hold back. You scrambled into Jamie’s lap, your legs either side of his as you pressed yourself towards him. Trailing your hands down his chest, you could feel his heart beating faster even through the fabric of his shirt.

Jamie pulled away from your lips, his face completely flushed and his pupils blown out, struggling to breathe as he stared at you. Already, you missed the feeling of his lips touching yours, and this time you kissed him, smiling into his mouth when you felt the evidence of his arousal pressing against you.

The hand on Jamie’s chest moved down further, and you moved your hips back a little bit so you could palm him through his jeans, enjoying the quiet moans that left him. “We should… we should go to my room,” Jamie suggested, struggling to get the words out as you once again brushed your hand against his clothed erection.

“Yeah,” you replied simply, reluctantly climbing off of Jamie’s lap and following him towards his bedroom. It was only metres away from where you already had been, but it felt like a marathon when you craved to feel him touching you once again.

As soon as the bedroom door was closed, you grabbed Jamie by his shirt, fumbling to unbutton it with clumsy hands. Once you’d managed a few, you used it to pull Jamie towards you, walking backwards until you felt your legs hit his bed. Then, you allowed yourself to fall back, bringing him down on top of you.

“It’s been a very long time for me,” he told you, staring down at you underneath him with an earnest expression. “I… I want to make sure it’s good for you too…”

“Jamie, I know it’s going to be good for me.” You touched the little bit of exposed skin that unbuttoning his shirt had revealed, enjoying the feeling of his soft skin beneath your fingers. “It’ll be good because it’s with you. I wasn’t lying when I said I’d been thinking about this for ages.”

“I just mean, if I don’t last very long…” he trailed off, clearly embarrassed by what he had to say. You brought your hand up to stroke down his cheek again, as you smiled at him.

“That’ll be okay. We have plenty of time to work on that.” Your smile turned into a coy smirk, as you wrapped your legs around Jamie’s waist. “Just try not to think too much. But let me know if you get uncomfortable, and we’ll stop, alright?”

When Jamie leaned down to capture your lips with his once again, you got the feeling that he wasn’t going to want to stop anytime soon. You started to fumble with his remaining buttons, and he quickly got the idea and took over, allowing you to hastily tug the garment off of him. Then, off came your own shirt, Jamie’s hands immediately reaching for the newly exposed flesh and making you gasp.

Quickly, you made the move to begin removing Jamie’s jeans, and he did the same with your skirt. There was some awkwardness owing to both of your impatience and how you were positioned, but eventually you managed it, leaving the two of you in only your underwear.

The feeling of Jamie’s clothed erection against you when he leaned down to kiss your neck was enough to make you moan out loud, beginning to feel a little desperate as you lightly scratched your fingernails down his back. Your mind was so addled by arousal that it took you a bit to realise that Jamie was mumbling something against your throat.

"The things I want to do to you..." was what you deciphered from what he was saying, and you loved that Jamie was starting to seem a little bit more confident. You shifted so you could whisper into his ear, as you ran your hands down his back.

“How about you show me?” you replied devilishly, delivering a gentle nip to the shell of his ear. With your permission, Jamie reached around your back, attempting to unhook your bra. It seemed as if he were too worked up for things such as fine motor skills, so after a few failed attempts you decided to assist him. Once the pesky garment was out of the way, Jamie cupped one of your breasts, attending to the other with his lips and tongue, and you let out a whine.

Jamie didn’t stay there for long, seemingly having another destination in mind, as he trailed his lips down your torso. Once he reached the top of your panties, he then moved down to your thighs, lavishing them with kisses and caresses. The closer he got to where you wanted him, the heavier your breathing became.

Finally, Jamie began to pull down your underwear, in more of a rush than you’ve ever seen him to get them off of you. As soon as they were gone he looked up at you, a questioning look in his brown doe eyes, and you gave him a slight nod, urging him to continue.

You closed your eyes tightly as you felt Jamie’s tongue carefully brush against your entrance, tasting the wetness that had gathered there all thanks to him. He seemed to enjoy it, because he only grew more enthusiastic, already making you gasp and lift your hips to bring yourself closer to his face.

He then trailed his tongue upwards to touch your clit, intensifying your pleasure even more so. You were so blissed out already that you didn’t notice how close Jamie’s fingers had come to your entrance, until he was in the midst of slowly pressing one inside of you. You cried out, grabbing at Jamie’s hair as he began to move the digit in tandem with his tongue. Though he was out of practice, you could tell that he was very talented at this, especially with his fingers. 

Each time you moaned, Jamie did his best to repeat that exact action, making you whimper and writhe beneath him. Soon he added a second finger, stretching you out a little further, your wetness leaking onto his hand.

It wasn’t very long before you found yourself teetering on the edge, and Jamie seemed eager to push you over it, his tongue moving faster against your swollen clit and his fingers continuously hitting your sweet spot. You cried out his name, gripping his hair and pressing your thighs around his face as you reached your end.

Jamie continued his ministrations until your orgasm was through, gently lapping at you until you were too oversensitive and tried to wiggle your hips away from his mouth. He moved so he could rest his head against your stomach, and you stroked his hair as you both struggled to catch your breath.

“Wow,” was all you could think to say once you could think again, and you felt Jamie smile proudly as he pressed a kiss to your stomach. After a few more moments of silence, you mumbled Jamie’s name to get him to look up at you. “Come on, it’s not over yet.”

Jamie climbed back on top of you, and you kissed him, greatly enjoying the taste of yourself on his lips and tongue. Once you found your chance, you flipped him onto his back, straddling his lap and loving the way he looked up at you with wide eyes, his lips and chin still glistening with your wetness.

As he had done to you, you kissed down Jamie’s chest, stopping briefly to brush your tongue against his nipple, smirking at his whimper. You were more impatient than he was, however, and once your lips reached the top of his pink boxers, you were quick to pull them down and off his legs.

You took a moment to admire Jamie, completely bare underneath you, your eyes lingering on certain areas of his anatomy before moving back up to his face. “You’re gorgeous, Jamie,” you said breathlessly, and his cheeks flushed even brighter. Then, you settled yourself between his legs and brushed your hair behind your ears before taking him into your mouth.

The noise of surprise that escaped Jamie’s lips made you want to smile, and you would have if your mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied. You kept your hands on his thighs as you took him in a little further, but not so far that you might choke or sputter – he was a bit bigger than you had imagined him to be, though you certainly weren’t disappointed.

You swept your tongue over his head, delighting in the taste of him, before focusing on the rest of his length, just trying to follow his moans and do what made him feel good. Jamie was mumbling barely audible curse words as his hands gripped at the duvet, desperately trying not to pull at your hair.

It had been so long since he’d received any kind of sexual contact from anyone, and he felt himself getting close embarrassingly quickly, but he didn’t want it to be over yet. He couldn’t form the words to tell you what he wanted, so he just pushed at your shoulders and hoped for the best. Your eyes darted up to look at his face, and you seemed to get the picture. Slowly and teasingly, you removed him from your mouth, hearing him whine as you did so.

You laid back down on the bed beside Jamie, allowing him to roll you over onto your back again. Your lips met once more, while he grabbed at your thighs and wrapped them around his waist. A moan escaped you as you felt his hard cock against your entrance, which became even louder once he actually began to push inside of you.

Jamie entered you slowly and carefully, for your sake as well as his. You felt good, to the point that it was nearly overwhelming already. Once he was fully inside, he buried his face in your neck, trying to keep himself calm as you both adjusted to the feeling.

“Jamie, please,” you mumbled against his hair, squeezing your legs around him to emphasise your point; you needed him to start now. He looked back to you to ensure that you were entirely sure that this was what you wanted, and you nodded to reiterate your consent.

With that, Jamie began to move, and you both moaned in unison. You’d been waiting so long to finally be like this with him and now that it was happening, it was better than you could have ever imagined. He moved to connect your lips together again, but it was hard for either of you to keep up with kissing when you just couldn’t stay quiet. Instead, Jamie took to leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck, nipping gently at the skin every so often.

Cursing underneath your breath, you tucked your arms underneath Jamie’s, gripping onto his shoulders as his hands squeezed at your hips and thighs for dear life. Jamie quickened his pace a little more, it was difficult to resist since you felt so warm and wet after already orgasming once. To his own annoyance, he was beginning to struggle already, his long dry spell taking its toll on him.

He whined your name in your ear, his hips speeding up even further. “I… I don’t think I can…” his words trailed off into a series of shuddering moans, but you didn’t need to hear the rest of his sentence to understand what he meant.

You snaked your hand down between your legs, and Jamie shifted his position to allow you easier access, moving so that he was sitting up on his knees while you began to hastily rub your clit. “It’s okay, Jamie,” you reassured him, taking heavy breaths between your words. You were already feeling yourself get close again anyway, and you wanted nothing more than for him to feel good too. “You can come, it’s okay.”

Jamie’s hips moved even faster for a few more thrusts, before he stopped in his tracks and let out a loud moan. Feeling his warmth flood you is enough to send you over the edge a second time, continuing to massage your clit to extend your own orgasm as well as help him through his.

Once you’re both spent, Jamie practically collapses on top of you, and his face finds its way back to being buried in the crook of your neck, as you caress his hair. Both of you are letting out laboured breaths as you come down from your highs, suddenly completely exhausted.

“Was that alright?” Jamie asked, placing one last lazy kiss against your neck. You giggled, unable to believe how adorable he was. Had your moans not been enough to reassure him of how well he was doing?

“Yes, Jamie, it was wonderful,” you replied, and after a few moments, Jamie carefully pulled out of you, though you wouldn’t have minded if he’d stayed a little bit longer. Now you could feel some of his come trickling out of you and presumably onto the duvet, but at this point Jamie didn’t seem to care, settling down beside you and pulling you into his arms. You rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you both drifted off to sleep.

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did it take anyone else an absolutely embarrassingly long time to realize that tylenol and stuff is also for like. pain outside of headaches. like i really don't know What the fuck i was thinking but in my head medicine like that was purely Headache Reliever like it truly wasn't until i was in my late 20s where i put two and two together and was like wait this works for my knees too??