#even though we had to take breaks and stop unexpectedly

[midnights-cosmic]

Stay as Friends

Jeong Yunho x F!Reader

Moving on from Yunho is slow but it's sure.

"Aren't you coming with us?" Your colleague asked. You've been working non stop since you got back from your trip in Italy. It was fun and it finally brought you the peace that you've always wanted to experience.

It wasn't like you were going through a break up or what. You and Yunho weren't even official. There was no label, really. It's just complicated. You're just really grateful on what relationship you both had and cherished it. Yunho may have enjoyed that simple-no label relationship, well you did too, until you fell. Hard. You took it upon yourself to distance yourself from him. And though it hurts, you made through it.

Still, there was a bitter taste in your mouth when you saw how Yunho adjusted to that so well. There were many times that you passed by each other in the hallway where you would avoid his gaze but he would smile at you.

Or sometimes be in the same elevator, unexpectedly, in which he would greet you hello and ask you how your morning went. You would always answer with a simple 'good' then that's it. You would stand there like a pole, not moving or talking until one of you has to leave.

Who are we kidding, you've told him many times that it's not his fault, and will never be.

That was about 8 months ago. Your last day at KQ was the beginning of your getaway to Italy. Honestly, you don't know what Yunho has been up to these days. Last time you heard, Ateez has been busy for their overseas schedule and preparation for their next album.

Other than that, you don't really know what's going on in his life. There were few posts from Ateez's instagram that you'd scroll by but that's it. Nothing deeper than pictures they show on their social media account.

"I don't get what you two have." Mingi said referring to you and Yunho, while looking out the ocean. Yunho and Wooyoung were too busy trying to throw each other in the water, laughing and wrestling.

KQ's CEO decided to treat Ateez and the staff to a trip in Jeju. Every one has been working hard and because of the many success of their hard work, Jeju trip it is.

Ateez were rarely recognized here, which in times like this, is really important. They get to walk around the neighborhood and even go to food markets. Sometimes, people got curious if they are celebrities because of their stylish outfits, but none of the members really dare to mention of them being idols.

You can only guess that they also want to make the most out of this break. You're sure Ateez knows that by the time they go back to Seoul, it means back to work.

"We don't have anything." You replied after a long silence. Yunho was able to throw Wooyoung into the water but Wooyoung grabbed his shirt, dragging him along. You can hear their laughter all the way from where you and Mingi are; just a small cottage to keep you off the blazing heat and serve as a shed.

The other members are still in the house, resting from the insane long ferry ride.

"So... The holding hands, having lunch and dinner together, sleeping in your house, ordering take-outs for each other is 'nothing'?" Mingi snickered.

You shrugged your shoulders. You don't even know what you and Yunho have. None of you has ever confessed, and none of you tried to initiate the conversation on what your relationship really is.

"I really hope this all works out for you." Mingi suddenly said. He stood up and picked up his phone.

Right... The only reason why he's not sleeping now is because he wanted to catch the sunset and take pictures. The sky is slowly fading from dark blue to an orange hue with tints of pinks and purples.

"I know you like him Y/N. I can't tell if Yunho feels the same way, but I'm sure he'll understand better if you say something." You watched Mingi took his strides, his figure getting smaller and smaller from your sight.

And just like that, your eyes flickered back to where Wooyoung and Yunho was supposed to be. You were slightly taken back seeing Yunho already looking at you. You smiled and gave him a small wave.

He waved back at you, but before he could say something, Wooyoung appeared behind him and dragged him back into the ocean. The corners of your mouth turned up at the two goof balls in the water.

Wooyoung's loud yapping and Yunho's protests was all you can hear, completely shutting out the voices of people passing by and the harsh gusts of the wind.

"What's your instagram again?" Yunho furrowed his brows, trying to remember the username you mentioned a few hours ago.

"star_light.0823" You rolled your eyes.

"Star... light... dot. Zero-eight-twenty three." You watched him, sprawled in your couch like he owns it, typing away your username.

"Shocking. You're not private."

"No one would follow me anyway, except for my friends so..."

In just a few minutes, Yunho has reached your posts from way back in high school. You both laugh at some of your ridiculous heavy filtered selfies and landscape photos. Even the pictures that you've long forgotten were suddenly brought back to your memories.

"And this?" It was a photo of you holding a pepero and a bouquet of fresh flowers.

"Well, what can I say, I'm pretty and I'm popular in high school." You whipped your hair boastfully.

"Uh huh." Yunho teased. "How many peperos are these? Let me count."

"Yah!" It was clearly seen on the picture that there are only 2 boxes. The living room was filled with laughters and high school stories that whole afternoon. Both of you sharing different yet fun experiences from years ago.

"Yunho, thanks for being here with me."

"Hmm?"

"Whatever this is," You started, "I mean, I hope we could be as friends for as long as we can."

"I'll always be here for you when you need me, Y/N." He assured, and in that moment, you were satisfied. There was no label needed. Your loyalty for each other is enough to keep it.

"God, I hate it here." You mumbled under your breath. Big or small, it was dumb for you think that all agencies work the same. YG Entertainment being the bigger one, doubles the workload that you used to have in KQ. Not to mention the management were astronomically different.

If back then in KQ you can interact with artists just fine, here in YG, they are stricter. You're not allowed to talk too much with the artists unless they chat with you. Not that you're planning on getting close with the artists anyway. You already know how that turn out the last time you got close to one.

Your phone vibrated with a text message, prompting you to look. A groan escaped your lips as you were reminded of the piling folders of today's work.

I did put this phone over here so I can remember every thing I need to finish, You thought.

Expecting an urgent message from your boss, your eyes almost rolled at the back of your head when you saw that it was from your colleague and long-time friend, Jia.

Jia Jaebeom wants to say hi to you.

You This is the third time. Not interested.

Jia Boo. Single.

You poked your head from your cublicle and look for your friend. You were not surprised seeing her holding her phone, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. You raised your brow back and all she did was stick her tongue out at you.

Jia Boo! Still stuck on that Ateez guy :P

You chuckled. Sometimes it really does cross your mind whether telling your friend about Yunho was a great idea.

You Nope, Italy changed me. Who's that Ateez guy again? Jia Sure sure. Jeong Yunho

You look up from your seat, watching how your friend giggle at her reply.

You What a real friend you are, bitc-- Jia Jeong Yunho :P

Shaking your head, you couldn't help but smile at your friend's childish behavior. Well, at least the mention of his name doesn't make you want to curl up in ball and cry like they used to. You're getting there, slowly but surely. Maybe one of these days, you'll have the guts to reach out to them again.

Even after every thing that happened, you miss their unpredictable funny moments and that familiar melody of Yunho's laugh. And maybe, just maybe, get to know each other again.

"So, you did confess?" Jia's eyes went round. "Holy shit!"

"Uhuhm." You hummed in agreement.

"And then what happened?" Jia scooted closer, nudging your shoulder at the same time.

Your heart was pounding and your mind is clouded. You're not really sure if this is the right thing to do. Honestly, you blame the book that you read last night. Something along the lines of regretting the chances you didn't take and you wouldn't see it unless you try.

The concert ended about an hour ago and you asked Yunho to meet with you at the private parking lot before you part ways. You were blowing on your freezing hands when Yunho appeared.

You both said your hi's and hello's, and for some reason, Yunho's face is flushed and his eyes are beaming. "I also want to tell you something."

You gulped, you want him to go first. Before you could tell him, Yunho started excitedly on his speech.

"Remember that girl from weeks ago?" The idol trainee, yes. You uncrossed you arms and let him continue. "Well, she attended the concert tonight and..." Yunho is practically bouncing on his toes at this point. "...And she said, hear this, I was her favorite." He was glowing like the morning sun.

"Oh..." You bit your lip. "That's really good to hear."

"Right? I think I like her, too."

Late. That's all you could think of: You're late. You relaxed your breathing and forced a smile on your lips. "I, uh..."

Yunho's eyes narrowed at you. "Something wrong?"

You shook your head, "Nope."

"Well actually," You bit the insides of your cheek. "I like you."

Every thing then was a blur. Yunho spurting words of sorry's and apologizing. He was holding your hand when he did, but you assured him that it was okay. And that this is not his fault.

You were even able to throw a line of someone being better. There would be someone out there better. It was more of a comforting word to yourself, than a joke you told Yunho.

He laughed and agreed, "I'm sure you'll find him."

"Of course, I will. Duh. Remember those peperos in high school? Psh."

"Wow, I can't believe you're a martyr, Saint Y/N." Jia teased with humor.

"What can I say, this is me." You responded.

You were staring at the series of pictures you've recently posted on Instagram. Starting from the mess of your kitchen after you and Jia baked cookies, to the mini clips in between of Jia mixing and fooling around, and finally the baked cookies. You made sure to include the first batch which was half burnt.

jiaaaaaa_ dare i say, i'm the best baker

Jia's comment was at the top, with a couple of your friends that sarcastically said it's the best looking cookies they've seen in a while.

You were about to exit the app when another notification popped up.

yu_yu.0323 liked your post yu_yu.0323 commented on your post

You can hear your heart beating from your chest. Of course, he doesn't have any profile picture on nor any info on his profile at all. But that username is and will always be familiar to you.

Absentmindedly, you clicked on it.

yu_yu.0323 the most peaceful cookies i've ever seen tbh :))

Yunho was defintely referring to the failed cookies which was either burned to crisp or the cracked ones. You don't know whether to ignore or reply even with just a simple emoji. It doesn't seem wrong to acknowledge his comment anyway.

star_light.0823 @yu_yu.0323 they really were. just not sure about it having a 'peaceful' taste.

You closed the app after that. Maybe it's better this way. No need for complicated things, just two friends interacting on social media.

You really do wish you would've just met now, though. This version of you is your best version. That version of you was a scared little girl. You would've told that girl to not run away and face it; it's okay to face rejections.

Someday, maybe you and Yunho will cross paths again. And maybe by that time, things would turn out better than it did.

[Unedited. Not yet proofread]

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[theyonapodcast]

#podcast talk #so. i forget every year that spotify also gives podcast creators a way to view their stats #(ex. how many new listeners you had that year/how many hours streamed/etc.) #and then some nice soul will tag us on social media and say 'hey! i listened to you this year!' and i remember to check #this is all to say that my computer is almost 10 years old and watching the little slideshow spotify put together nearly crashed it lol #we had a surprising number of listeners this year so to everyone who listened or shared our link or talked about us: i'm incredibly gratefu #even though we had to take breaks and stop unexpectedly #you stuck with us #and that means a lot to me #and if we didn't make it into your wrapped stats that's fine too #i don't listen to podcasts on spotify because i don't like their layout #(i'm also still beefing with apple so i use overcast) #anyhoo long rambling tag wall over #hope your decembers treat you well

[nouearth]

lessons in kissing.

dick grayson x male reader x peter parker.

summary: dick and peter become your professors in kissing 101 (& more).

wc: 6.2k. genre: smut. warnings: top!peter, top!dick, bottom!reader, handjobs, blowjobs, kissing, cum-swapping, mouth-fucking, threesome, unprotected rough!sex, reader's first time, characters are aged up!

notes: yeah, so um... this might be my dirtiest smut yet. this was also my first time writing a threesome soooo, i hope i did okay? thank you, anon!

request by: anonymous.

“you’re lying! you’ve really never kissed anyone before?”

“dude, like, ever?!” peter gasped, and you turned towards him, slowly nodding while you grew cautious of everyone’s confusion. 

“not even when you were in kindergarten?” you twisted your neck for the nth time at the sound of dick’s voice again, and shame unexpectedly crept onto you the more the two men collected their bafflement together.

your cheeks and neck flamed as they both stared at you, bewildered as if your confession was akin to an unmasking of a superhero—like a family of lemurs, a small one, you’d reckon.

“geez,” your hand clutched onto the can of sparkling water harder before downing it, ridding your insecurity in several hard and fizzy gulps. “if i knew i was going to be interrogated, i wouldn’t have told you guys in confidence.”

“no, it’s just…” a careful exchange was puzzled together by the two men. dick shrugged and peter stammered, following you into the kitchen of his apartment. “i mean, not to make you feel weird or anything, but you’re not ugly.”

“i- pete, was that supposed to be a compliment?” your eyes narrowed at him jokingly, maintaining the coldness of your gaze to break peter into nervous stammers. 

“w-what, no!“ he shook his head and approached you closer, a mixture of awkward laugher filling the feigned tension between the both of you. “wait- no, i mean, yes! it’s a compliment.”

you’ve always found it cute.

“i think what peter means is…” bouncy steps followed you two into the kitchen, more-so to sate his appetite for pizza after losing his tenth consecutive match on a game, but consider his curiosity piqued. a mouthful of pepperoni and cheese didn’t stop him from joining. “you’re handsome, he talks about it all the time.”

“dude...” peter grumbled and instinctively turned his body away out of your sight, sipping at nothing in his cup. the only fizz left was the glare he sent dick; like a sparkler on holiday festivities. 

“oops, my bad,” another bite, and dick took his cup of soda to gulp the grease down. “we find you handsome—though, i’m pretty sure (m/n) knew that since i hit on him when we first met.”

“god,” you laughed it off, picking the pizza box of gloopy cheese to take it in your mouth. “can you imagine? my first kiss being with you? or even peter?”

yes, you can imagine. those thoughts had run rampant since you met them in freshman year of university, expanded upon it even. what would it be like to date dick? how soft were his lips? and the same for peter. sometimes, you’d even think about making out while he was in his spider-man costume, but that fantasy was shamefully bookmarked into a deep abyss of thoughts, only sprouting when you would touch yourself at night.

“why?” peter turned back, almost offended, while dick’s laughter joined you, and you swear you can feel a draft from how quickly he twisted around. “is that weird?”

“kinda?” the conversation made you shift on your feet. it was more intimate than what you were used to, and they knew it too, judging by the way they both stared at you again—hyenas. “i mean, i guess it’s because we’re so close now, so…”

“pft, that never stopped me,“ it was like a magic spell drew that confession out of dick. your fingers would have to be cut to coerce that out of you, but you weren’t dick—shameless and confident, you admired it on good days. 

nonetheless, you and peter both gave dick a questioning look. offended would be a regular person’s first reaction, but from the brief exchange you and peter shared, it was unanimous that curiosity took the lead.

dick’s gaze shifted from you and peter, and when the silence drew out for longer than he would’ve thought, a welcoming draft in the room awaited his rebuttal. “come on- you seriously think i stopped thinking about you guys just because we’re best friends now?

“dude, you think about me?” peter’s eyes widened. it would’ve been hilarious if you weren’t involved. you would’ve passed this off as a banter, no more than that. 

you hated to admit it, but you felt yourself throb at this revelation. blood rushed downwards in light speed and you were barely conscious to the drone of peter and dick’s chatter, but you shook it off, laughing at their banters like you aways did.

the day went on like usual. peter’s collection of video games kept you guys entertained for a few hours. when you felt fatigued from mashing your thumb onto the buttons for the ninth match, a walk downtown sufficed. laughing and bantering were the core of your friendship with dick and peter—like every friendship you’d imagine.

but at its finest, it was their vulnerabilities to you, and yours to them, that kept the foundation strong. they trusted you with every secret of theirs, aided them in a few missions of their own, and your friendship thrived. 

the next few days haven’t been exactly the smoothest. you were quieter than usual, and they both took notice because you’d pick at your food while their voices—questions and comments—were ignored, passersby to the street of hearville.

was it that weird to have never kissed at your age? to never have had sex? to not even have had held hands with another guy? they never made fun of you, but you couldn’t help but let these thoughts run rampant.

no. no, it wasn’t. people have their own pace. mine... just somehow happens slower.

you weren’t insecure, but you still felt weird. you suddenly became moody when you saw dick and peter, like you want to be left alone, push them out of your apartment when they drop a visit, drop their pants and suck them off-

oh.

ohhhhh.

dick and peter.

“teach me.” you suddenly spoke out and the two men looked up from their plate of food, exchanging a look with each other before questioning you, humored because you barely spoke all day. the tv played in the background and you were all sitting on the ground, eating off of peter’s very… very small coffee table.

“ah, i almost forgot what your voice sounded like, (m/n)!” dick laughed, twirling his fork into his pasta before shoving the food into his mouth. 

you made a slight pout, only because they weren’t taking you seriously. though, to be fair, you have been acting weird all week.

“with what?” peter noticed, a little more serious in his inquiry. but food was more of a priority for him, you can see him practically sweating at the thought of leaving his spaghetti cold.

“pete, you can still eat-“ you laughed, taking a bite of your food. 

“oh, thank god.” and peter does the same, chowing down on his spaghetti after a hard day of saving lives.

dick cleaned his palette with a cold gulp of soda, a refreshing hiss when the bubbles trickled down his throat. “so, teach you what exactly?” he continued on. “fighting? oh, dude, are you going to be a vigilante-“

“no, no! does it look like i have the strength to be like batman or something?” 

“well, i’m guessing that’s why you came to us for training?” dick amused himself, and peter chuckled, much to your annoyance. 

“guys, i don’t want to be a vigilante.” you grumbled, beginning to bury your confession deep in the pit of your stomach somewhere. “or a superhero, or a guy in a spider-suit with weird web things.”

“hey, they’re not weird-“

“i want to…” it was calming to watch the way your fork swirled itself into the pasta, metal tongs pierced and capturing a wave of sauce and spaghetti all in one swirl. “learn what it’s like to kiss.”

peter choked on his glass of water.

you continued, hot in the cheeks because you can see peter’s widened eyes even when you look away. “handjobs, blowjobs, everything…”

and a piece of dick’s meatball was caught in his throat.

a low drone accompanied the silence once the tv was muted and while a huge weight lifted off your shoulders and chest, you felt small knowing how vulnerable and weird your request sounded. 

“so, you want us to teach you how to…” dick cleared his throat and you feel like you could hear a smile, but you weren’t sure if that was your mind trying to convince you that everything was fine. “kiss and… other things?”

“yeah,” you continued to avoid your gaze, opting for the wooden floor instead. “i know, it’s weird. you don’t have to say yes or anything, it’s just-“

“is that why you’ve been acting stand-offish lately? peter was worried. he was the type to always blame himself of someone else’s behavior, no matter how much you tried to reassure him. though, you guess, he technically was the reason why you became so moody—part of it, anyway. 

“mhm.” the silence was defeating, you can hear their necks turn to look at each other—of judgement, most likely.

and it was all but confirmed when you can see them hopping back onto their feet and running—running as far from you as possible. “guys, wait, i’m sorry-“

you looked up and watched them dash to peter’s bathroom, immediately chasing after the trail of their steps in bewilderment. “what are you-“

“first step, make sure you have good breath.” dick handed you your toothbrush, his spare one at peter’s already brushing into the foaming spearmint in his mouth.

“atleastluntilhelikeyousenough” peter gargled thick and incoherent, brushing into his jumbled sentence.

“uh-huh, okay… seems a little obvious, but…” you spread the toothpaste on the bristles of your brush and began brushing, a smile forming because you have to brush the front teeth too—but also because of your best friends.

you can always count on them. 

“you ready?” dick naturally became the leader of this impromptu training program. he was the most experienced considering how many women and men you caught him with, and as much as you hated that when you were roommates with him, his expertise was needed in this moment. 

“yes.” you sat in the middle of peter and dick, rubbing your sweaty palms against your shorts. a mere flash of regret ignited inside of your beating heart, but peter rested his hand on top of one of yours, squeezing ever so gently to warm and soothe you—to pacify you.

and your worries were quelled when dick does the same, his smile softer, countering his usual playful attitude. “just stop me whenever you feel uncomfortable.” he made you feel safe.

you looked at peter, and he nodded in agreement, his fingers now intertwined with yours. he had always kept you safe, feeling safe, this was a normal feeling towards him. “same with me.” “i will.” your voice was quiet in the bedroom, a mere soft whisper, but they recognized your will to be more vulnerable with one another, to blossom. and dick appeased it with a kiss.

light and feathery at first to test the water, but once dick heard your breath hitch, he applied more pressure in between your lips, capturing them in a slow waltz that kept you on your toes, yet flat on your feet to contain your excitement—your relief. 

it was awkward at first, to find your footing. your nose would bump into his, teeth as well, but dick chuckled, assuring you this will always happen.

unbeknownst to you, dick’s been wanting to do this since he met you, and he savored every second. “remember what i told you… build it up.” he reminded you because you were getting eager, following his lead but returning his kiss in hard sucks. “nice and slow.” 

peter’s palm on your thigh pressed gently onto your bare skin, mistakenly under the lift of your shorts because he was too in awe of the kiss, but they grounded you from your brief flight to the heavenly clouds nonetheless.

“nice and slow…” dick repeated, and you succumbed to his reminder like a prodigy. “that’s it.” it lasted for a few seconds longer until you pulled away to capture your breath again. your lips tingled still, remembering the taste of spearmint when dick’s breath ghosted on your skin.

“was that okay?” an innocent question, but you swore you stole that exact same tone from a porn you watched the other day.

“a natural,” dick laughed, stroking your hair back and you’ve never see him so affectionate—loving, as he doted on you. “try it on peter. more touching though, if you’re okay with that.”

you nodded and turned your head, meeting peter’s gaze with a flushed smile, your lips slightly swollen from your previous endeavor. “I’m okay with that.”

“me too.” peter smiled, only softening when you leaned in, and it completed hid against you when you captured his smile with a kiss. 

his hand gently placed on the back of your head when you did and he pulled you closer into him, returning the kiss, and spilling his breath into yours, while at the same time, drawing yours out. “rub my chest, i like it when people do that.” peter whispered in between each kiss.

you do as you were told, a gentle hand to peter’s broad chest, and you feel yourself tightening, satisfied with how intimate this all is as you felt the muscles on his chest through the fabric.

in the meantime, dick’s been squeezing at the bulge in his pants, containing his will to completely ravish you simply by watching the way you and peter made out. he’s always been observant, noticing the strong twitching of peter’s own erection, and soon yours when peter slid his tongue into your mouth. 

it was tantalizing—breath-taking— watching intimacy build up and vulnerabilities become unimaginably pliant before him. the pink muscles looped and swirled with one another, spreading and sharing sticky saliva until your mouth and peter’s were practically coated in it, glossed in sheen.

when peter pulled away, your lips were immediately stolen by dick again, kissing you with more strength than before, stubbornly refusing the chance for you to restock on oxygen as he wanted a taste of you too. the air became thicker, harder to breathe, but you basked in the taste, the wetness of dick’s tongue, and allowed yourself to become weak in his arms when he took you in, embraced you closely. “mmf...” you moaned out, breathing harder.

but just like dick, peter wasn’t finished with you, directing his tongue and lips to the back of your neck when you turned away. his ticklish and fleeting kisses pulled you back into peter’s arms, but dick noticed and pulled you forward: a stubborn game of gentle tug of war. 

they wanted you, every piece of you. it was telling as peter sucked into your neck, venomous and poisoning, and when dick began directing your hand under his shirt, allowing you to feel his toned stomach and chest, and eventually his clothed erection, making you squeeze around it with an open palm.

lessons have completely escaped to the back of minds, and all that remained was pure lust.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to.” dick reassured. though, ironically, his hand atop of yours, relieving the ache in his pants continued.

through swollen lips, you managed to mutter, distracted by peter’s bruising sucks to other areas of your neck and skin, whimpering when he bit a little too hard. “i did say teach me everything…” his hands were under your shirt now, warming your bare skin with his palms, excited, but fleeting as they immediately tied to the buttons of your shorts when you gave the okay.

“hey, hey,” dick laughed, watching the way peter has grown grandly impatient. “you’re going to scare him, horn dog.” he left a kiss on your lips, a quick one before leaning past you to kiss peter.

you watched in awe at what a kiss was supposed to be like: burning with ease and passion with every stroke of their lips, no hesitation at all—just a moment of time that they’ll remember. you backed into the bed and leaned against the headboard as they kissed at the foot. you don’t remember having your hand down your shorts, but you do, palming yourself to your own private show.

the kiss ran sloppy, drool dripping down either chins, stained with intimacy, and clothes were quickly tossed to the side, with no care in the world.

you followed.

even though you were similar height to peter, he was stronger—they both were. and now, you felt smaller as they climbed onto the bed, towards you, bare and hardened. you watched breathlessly, as their cocks swung heavy with heat. peter’s pre-cum dripped thickly in yearn for something to fuck, while dick’s throbbed for something to fill—a porn scene come to life—and you were left agape, jaw and legs.

“kinda surprised we’ve never done this sooner,” peter said, you weren’t used to his voice so low. kneeling on the bed, by your left hip, he took your hand and kissed the palm, the wrist of it, skimmed his lips over your forearm before guiding It toward his cock, aching for your touch. “though, was hoping i’d have you to myself, but…” gently, your hand was cradled to wrap around his shaft, warm and running with veins, it pulsed. “this works too.”

your chest rose with every spoken word, and peter has never looked hotter. taking control of you like that made your skin crawl, a spell that commanded you to move your hand back and forth, conjuring you to pump him in slow strokes.

contrary to his overall demeanor, his actions were of warmth. caresses to your head, doting on you with honey dripping from his gaze and cotton in touch while you sinned. 

you didn’t know where to look—to fall in love with the way peter gazed at you like a painting in a museum, or to salivate over the way his pre-cum leaked thickly over your hand when you squeeze it out of him, like a bottle of maple syrup.

that became more a problem—a dilemma—when you felt a wetness over your right nipple, then a sting when dick bites to get your attention—selfish and stubborn, like always. “are you sure this wasn’t a tactic to get all three of us in the same room? you seem comfortable.”

he tongued your nub, flicking back and forth to make you squirm, to hear the sound of your moans, to be the reason you have trouble sleeping at night. alongside, his palm ran over your body—chest first, down your stomach, and finally, your erect cock and balls.

you watched, breathless, continuing to stroke peter’s cock and he’d lean over to give you a few kisses here and there. for the most part, he was content like this, watching you squirm while maintaining to do the best to pleasure him.

“no, i swear- it’s just-“ dick played with your balls, squeezing and tugging on the tight sack to loosen them. every man was sensitive down there, you were no exception. “you guys made me feel safe, so…”

“well,” you looked up when peter spoke, his eyes fluttered shut, and you only got them to open when you thumbed the slit of his head, rubbing slick all over his glans, then the length of his cock when you continued stroking. “we are superheroes.”

you all laughed, switching gazes between the both of them, but it was dick’s mouth suddenly wrapping around you that made you concentrate only on him.

“oh, fuck…” warmth surrounded you, inhaled you in one shallow breath, before dick pulled you out of his wet mouth, taunting you with the loss of heat.

“it’s just like kissing,” he said, licking a stripe over the underside of your cock, tonguing his favorite spot: the neck of the glans and the frenulum. dick followed the lines of flesh with precision, leading the very tip of his tongue into the duct of your urethra—once again, tonguing it while his eyes focused on you, devious. “but let curiosity take you further and explore every part of their body.”

“m-mm…” you were sure there was meaning to his words, but they fell on deaf ears. instead, you focused on the ample heat that engulfed you again, moaning.

“every.” dick took you in and pulled you out with a pop.

“fuck-“ you breathed out, curling your toes into the sheets.

“part.” holding your cock up and stroking sloppily, he inhaled your ballsack. sweaty and musty, they must’ve been, but dick devoured the scent, the taste of sins with hungry sucks and licks—ardent and full of fervor.

and at the moment where you most expected to let out a moan, it was shoved down your throat when peter suddenly situated you in between his legs and filled your mouth with his thick cock, smelling of sweat and sex when you inhaled near his trimmed hairs.

“come on,” peter briefly pulled out, tapping the plump tip over your lips. “you learn best when you demonstrate what you’ve been taught.”

peter covered your view of dick, but you weren’t sure if you needed to see him because you felt every maneuver of dick’s tongue, now drowning your cock with his mouth while he continued assaulting your sensitive balls, tugging and squeezing. 

you looked up and peter never looked bigger, more intimidating, but it’s become your new addiction, and you take his cock, holding it thick and take in what you can. it was barely past the tip before you could feel yourself gagging, but with peter’s reassurance, you swallow more of him every time you went down, slicking him up with your spit.

“how’s he doing, pete?” your cock was left cold when dick pulled away to speak, but he made up for it with his hand, stroking his spit with your cock.

“he really is a natural.” peter chuckled, watching you with a scrunched face of pleasure whenever you pulled him deeper into your mouth. almost down your throat now, but he pulled his cock back completely before you can fully take him. “you try.”

“fuck, yes.” dick leaped over and used the spit from your length earlier to lube his own cock, spitting in his palm and stroking when it wasn’t slicked to his likening while peter scooted back to kneeling at your side, stroking himself now.

as your head was positioned in between both their cocks, dick’s was bigger, thicker—a mouth stretcher you’d imagine. but peter’s was longer, veinier, and the only thing they had in common was that their balls hung loose. in porn terms, hung like a horse. 

and on this very day, you considered yourself a lucky man because you have no objection to either, no will to pick and choose.

“look at you,” dick’s voice was rugged, deep, and he pushed his cock past your swollen lips. there was a clear difference in girth. your mouth was stretched wide, and you could only hum a sound of satisfaction, even with the slight sting from the stretch of skin. “who knew you’d be such a cock lover, hm?” 

“he can’t get enough of it, god…” peter was in awe, salivating and stroking quicker at the sight.

two hands kept dick’s cock still in your mouth while you sucked on the bulbous tip like a lollipop. the rest of your hands stroked whatever you couldn’t mange to fit in your mouth. you were apologetic at first, but dick’s smirk told a simple story of his ego, clearly aroused by the size of his own cock as it only grew wider when you struggled downing him, gagging with a whimper.

“come on… (m/n), you can do better than that. you were so good at sucking peter off, kissing us too. what happened?” dick pulled away to stroke himself with your spit, but he quickly buried any excuses into your throat when he pushed himself into your mouth.

“you’re too comfortable now, (m/n). you’re slacking…” peter joined the banter, and when dick pulled out of your mouth, peter’s cock replaced the loss of warmth to your surprise.

holy shit, this is happening.

like a see-saw, the two men alternated in filling your mouth, stuffing saliva further and further down your throat, without allowing a single excuse from you to escape. it’s buried now, deep in the pit of your stomach, and all you can do was be the prodigy that they wished for you to be.

when it was dick’s turn to stretch your mouth, you made sure that peter’s cock wasn’t left abandoned, stroking him with distracted strokes, and vice versa when it was his turn at your throat. you overworked yourself in pleasuring your two best friends, making sure they were satisfied with you, with your mouth as you took more of them without a single plea for a break.

“fuck, there we go…” occasionally, dick would take control by holding the back of your head and fucking inside of your tight mouth. drool leaked down either corners of your mouth while you let him, tears brimming in your eyes when your throat tightened again, a familiar feeling that dick encouraged to hold back. “there’s my star. taking cock like a good student.” 

if there was one thing that these very brief lessons have taught you, you were exactly what they named you: a cock lover. you slurped at whatever—whoever—entered your mouth absentmindedly, spat on cocks that have begun to look more or less the same, because it was dizzying now. your cock was left alone, but it stood tall and proud, throbbing as the two men harassed your face and mouth with their erections. one would gag you while the other had his balls shoved to your face and nose, sliding its wet, dirty slick all over your skin, staining you with lust.

it alternated like this for a while, and you were content, so was dick and peter. but you needed more—something to fill you elsewhere that wasn’t your dirty mouth. and you pleaded with your eyes, looking up at your best friends with delighted tears, a mouthful of cock, and a gaze only a cock loving whore could have—and they recognized it. 

peter was reluctant to pull away, he was so close. but he’s always been selfless. he released his hold on you and it was a struggle to pull you away, but he did with your lips suctioning off with a quiet pop. a thick string of spit that once connected between your lips and peter’s cock laid like webs on your chin, cooling as you watched the two men reposition themselves.

“i’m going to assume we don’t need a lesson in how to finger yourself, hm?” dick whispered against your swollen lips and kissed you again. you were entranced under his tongue, swirling all over yours like ocean waves while you touched yourself to his licks. you twisted and pinched your nipples, tugged on them with the occasional help from dick, then stroked your cock while dick continued from peter’s original trail of bruising kisses to mark his own territory on your body. you were as horny as they were, if not hornier, and you needed them inside of you, in any way possible.

“fuck, i need you guys so bad.” breathless in your moans, your legs squirmed when you felt something wet between your thighs when they were raised, peter’s nice girth sliding in between the plump skin. 

he thrusted himself slow and steady while he worked on your hole, reaching down to prepare you with his lubed digits, one by one. you’ve done this before, they were surely aware, so it wasn’t a unit that was particularly focused.

in between preparation, your mouth remained on dick’s cock again, delivering him your fullest attention with several lathers of your tongue, sucking hard and hollow, deep into your throat. you remember what he taught you and occasionally stuffed your mouth with his balls, sucking on the weight and letting go with a pull because you got off on seeing how they tensed and jiggled when you did.

“i’ll go slow.” peter leaned in with your legs hooked over his shoulders, bending you back, and kissing the tip of your nose when he was close enough to your face. “tell me if you want to stop.”

once you nodded, allowing him the will to deliver on his promise, peter made sure to lube himself up once more before pushing inside of you, slow and steady. he was careful, watching your face as it scrunched when the head slid in—burned when the rest of him filled you to the brim.

it was almost like you couldn’t breathe. it was too much, to be bearing all of this pain alone, but at the same time, you held peter close, wrapped your arms around him to prevent him from leaving you while you buried tiny whimpers into his neck, because you don’t want to stop feeling it, so full and devoured. it was written all over their faces when you glanced at them—they didn’t want to stop either. 

peter and dick decorated your skin in wet kisses, distracting you from the pain while peter began to find a rhythm. although slow, you were beginning to familiarize yourself with this pain. soon after, pleasure, when he struck something inside of you, a certain spot.

“oh- peter, right there, fuck.” your legged tightened around him and the sweat from your thighs rolled back onto your stomach when peter re-adjusted himself to fuck you at a higher angle, folding you onto your back. 

“yeah? right here?” peter thrusted into that spot dead-on, like a dart to a bullseye, and you groaned, your throat aching in pleasure, but dick pacified it with his cock again, filling you up once more. “oh fuck, look at you. all of your holes are filled up, fuck… so fucking tight”

“baby, you’re doing a great job, god…” your heart beat when dick called you that. it was always something he said as a joke when he arrived to your place. honey, darling, you name it, but the fact that it came out so genuine, it made your skin flush red and you could only respond in moans while you sucked him off. “i think he likes it when you fuck him like that, pete.”

for the first time, you felt wanted. 

peter’s thrusts were hard and strong, his balls swung into with every rhythm. you can see the muscles in his thighs flexing whenever he pounded down into your tight hole, your bodies colliding like waves to a rock. it stung whenever his skin slapped into yours, sweaty and musky, but the sinful sounds were well-worth the prize as you basked in them, in the taste of dick’s cock, the sound of peter’s grunts, the flutter of dick’s eyes when you gargled his cock again, deeper, the sweat dripping from peter’s forehead and body—the bedroom hailed of sex. it rocked of brutal creaks and slams as both of your holes were violated and filled to the very brim, all driven by pure lust. 

after some time, they switched spots, tag-teaming so dick can have his turn at your hole. unlike peter, he was rougher, immediately pounding into you because he was sex-crazed about you, couldn’t stop thinking about you since day one of meeting you.

“fuck, better than i’ve ever imagined,” he laughed into your mouth, kissing you sloppily, and pulling away when peter’s cock impatiently wedged himself in between the kiss, and you were back to sucking and jerking off cock again—no complaints. “still so tight, even after peter fucked you so hard…”

“it’s like he was made to be a whore, right?” such vulgar language from your best friends broke the original portrayal you had of them. now, all you could think about was how they wanted to absolutely make a wreck out of you, de-blossom your naive thoughts of what your first time should’ve been like.

it wasn’t what you had imagined. it was supposed to be with one person. a full-time commitment to your relationship. a loving pair holding each other close when they both climax. it was going to be special.

but this… you thought to yourself as you were fucked into the bedsheets with absolutely no mercy, your ass pained and bruised from dick’s muscular hips driving into you every time he came down, harassing you in that familiar spot again.

this was… peter pushed on your bottom lip with two fingers to open your mouth, then spitting in the void, some catching onto your tongue, before shoving his swollen cock inside of you again, aching to touch—to fuck.

dick palmed your cock as you writhed, bent under him, moaned around peter’s long cock. he gathered all of his strength left to tickle you deep, to reach inside of you with his cock, breathless and panting with every thrust that rocked the two of you together—three, when peter fucked into your mouth. 

this was so much fucking better. 

“holy shit-“ under dick’s touch, you came hard in several thick ropes, all over his fist, and then the sweat of your body when he opened his palm. you were a natural shooter, accidentally spraying your face with your own thick semen, and you heard peter and dick moan in unison, in awe.

seeing you dressed in cum like this had them race each other to their climax. dick fucked you harder, his grasp on your hips bruising and white, while peter held onto your head and met your throat with his cock, repeatedly forceful in strength. you gagged around him, and they only benefitted from every sound you made.

“fuck, i’m going to-“ you watched peter’s abs flexed, tightened as his stomach pooled with pleasure, and you can hear the holy bells ring when he pulled out of your mouth, jerking his wet and slimy cock off until he came undone in thick spurts, all over your pretty face. not a single shot was missed, painting you in white like a canvas with every last drop.

you were still high off of your own orgasm, and you turned your head to watch dick fuck himself into you, clearly wonder-strucked by the scene before him. you were covered in cum all over. they beckoned him to join, the many loads on your body. they were begging now, a mantra of pleas pulled him closer to you, and he can smell the sex off of you, inhaled peter’s musk as well, and again—those holy bells rang.

with the speed of lightning, dick pulled himself out of your abused hole and climbed over to kneel over your chest, fucking into his fist while simultaneously jerking his cock off over your face. to your cum-covered body, to peter kissing his spunk off your cheek and chin then your lips, to the taste of your own cum when you swiped a load off your chest and fed it into dick’s mouth. he suckled, bittersweet salt spread over his tongue, and he was ravished by the taste of you. 

dick then pushed his hips out and aimed his cock over your lips, still connected to peter’s for a messy kiss, stroking until the only reason he tore his gaze away was because his lids fell heavy, ceased his sight to roll his eyes back, and came with a shudder. thick ropes of cum inked on your face and peter’s, but most of it fell to your connected lips. 

“fuck, that’s hot…” dick muttered, rolling his shoulders back while he milked himself to you and peter making out, cum-stained and all. you moaned at the taste, saltier than yours and peter’s, and peter does the same while scraping a load of warm cum from the corner of your cheek and into his mouth before kissing you again, swapping the gloopy residue with a sloppy exchange of tongues.

he was envious, watching how the sticky load caught onto your lips then peter’s when he squeezed himself dry. before you and peter could take all of his cum for yourself, he leaned down to join peter for a kiss, stealing the mound of cum that peter has expertly hidden on his tongue. dick didn’t know who he was tasting anymore. but whether it was you, peter, or himself, it was delectable, and he wanted to share the delightful taste with you. he spat the mixture of cum and spit inside of your mouth before webbing his lips to yours, sealing it with one final breathless kiss.

“so, are lessons still on for next week or?” peter lay by your side, and dick joined the other, still dizzied from his high as telling by his shut eyes and drawn out pants. 

“i mean… i’m still up for it if you guys are?” you said, leaning over to press a kiss to peter’s cheek. you took his smile as an answer and looked to dick for his.

“mm... yeah.” dick sleepily opened his eyes, his locks stuck to his sweaty forehead while he buried himself under the blanket. you felt his arms wrap around your waist once he got comfortable, muttering a kiss to your shoulder before dozing off. 

“we’re good teachers, pete.

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. andif you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

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[ddeadly-succubus]

Taking Eddie’s virginity was an absolutely unforgettable night for both you and him. For him it was because not only did he finally get to have sex, he got to do it with you. For you it was because having sex with Eddie was the first somewhat positive sexual experience you’ve ever had.

At this point you and Eddie had been together for about 2 months and since you were used to your exes having sex with you before the first date was over, you were worried that Eddie didn’t want you like that because he hadn’t tried to initiate any sexual activity yet.

“Why don’t you want to have sex with me?” You asked one night after a date at the movies, wondering what his reason for not wanting to have sex with you could be.

“Babe, it’s not that I don’t want to, I’m a virgin and I know you’re not so I don’t want to disappoint you by not living up to your expectations if we do” he confessed. Eddie really did want to have sex with you but with him being a virgin, he was worried he wouldn’t be able to live up to what you were expecting.

You weren’t surprised to learn Eddie was a virgin, but you were surprised that he was worried about disappointing you because he always seemed so sure of himself.

“Well, how about you come back to my place and we can do it if you want to, but only if you want to?” you suggested, hoping he was going to say yes. Eddie didn’t say anything, he was thinking about it for quite a while.

“And you’re sure you won’t be disappointed if I’m not good at it?” He asked, breaking the silence between the two of you as he got in the car. You told him that it doesn’t matter if he’s good at it right away because you could keep teaching him if he’d let you.

The drive back to your place was quicker than it normally would be, Eddie drove as fast as he possibly could without going over the speed limit because he was just so excited about the prospect of finally having sex with you.

When you got back to yours, you told him that your parents and sister weren’t home so you both had the whole house to yourselves. Eddie immediately realised that you were implying that there’s no time like right now to take advantage of all that alone time.

“Are we gonna do it here?” He asked, looking around the living room. You told him of course not and you led him down the hallway to your room. Eddie had been in your room before, but not for something like this so he was starting to get nervous.

“I promise, I’m just as nervous about this as you are because it’s going to be my first time doing this with someone I actually care about” you told him as you motioned for him to come sit on your bed. Eddie thought it was sweet that he was the first person you were going to have sex with that you actually care about because he was starting to fall in love with you.

He slowly sat down next to you and cupped your face in his hands so he could start kissing you without having to manoeuvre himself into a weird position. The kiss started off gentle at first, but when Eddie unexpectedly slipped his tongue into your mouth it slowly became more heated.

You climbed onto his lap so you could straddle him and grind up against his hardening bulge, which caused him to moan into your mouth. Even though you didn’t quite want to stop kissing him, Eddie pulled away from you and moved you off his lap so the both of you could get undressed.

“Goddamn you’re beautiful” you heard Eddie say the second he noticed you were naked in front of him, you wanted to thank him and tell him he looked incredibly sexy but you just couldn’t take your eyes off his cock.

You had seen quite a few cocks in your time, but you couldn’t stop admiring Eddie’s because not only was it so pretty, it was the thickest one you’d ever seen.

“Can I give you a blowjob?” You asked him sweetly, wanting to feel his cock in your mouth.

He was a little bit taken aback by how bold you were being, but he didn’t seem opposed to the idea of you sucking his cock. In fact, he even placed one of your pillows on the floor so your knees wouldn’t get too sore.

“Wow, none of my exes ever cared about me this much” you admitted, impressed at how sweet he was being because your exes never even bothered to make any sexual activity comfortable for you.

Eddie was hoping that this experience would be a positive change for you as well as for him, his thoughts were interrupted when he felt you leaving soft kisses on the inside of his thigh while you slowly stroked his length.

“Ohhh fuck, your mouth feels so good” he moaned the second your lips wrapped around his tip.

He was enjoying this new feeling but when you slowly ran your tongue along the length of his shaft then back up to his tip before slowly licking across it, he felt like he was about to burst right then and there from the new sensations that you were making him experience.

You took him back into your mouth, trying to take him as far as you possibly could in order to impress him. When Eddie heard you start to choke on it, he pulled you off him which confused you because none of the other guys you’ve done this with have stopped you when you started to gag and choke around their cocks.

“Why did you stop me?” you questioned, your tone sounding almost upset as you removed the pillow from under you and stood back up.

“As good as that felt, I really really want to eat your pussy” Eddie explained.

You didn’t know what answer you were expecting him to give but it certainly was not that. None of your exes had ever offered to touch you like that so you were a bit skeptical about if Eddie was only offering in order to return the favour cos it’s the polite thing to do or if he genuinely wanted to.

“I don’t have to if you don’t want me to” he continued, noticing the look on your face when he said that.

“I want you to but I’m worried you’ll change your mind once you get up close and personal with it because one of my exes said that guys don’t like doing that because it takes too long” you started rambling on about all your fears about him doing this.

Eddie was even more determined to show you just how much he wanted to taste you so he grabbed your hand and led you to the bed, slowly placing you on it.

“This would work better if you spread your legs” he whispered, encouraging you to open your legs and show him all of you. You don’t know if it was because you were overcome with need or because of his sweet yet commanding voice, but you opened your legs as far as you possibly could without a second thought.

You heard Eddie mumble something that sounded like “you look so pretty like this”, but you couldn’t quite figure out if he was talking to you or your pussy.

There was no time for you to overthink anything, not when Eddie was softly swirling his tongue on and around your clit. You tried not to make too much noise but when Eddie licked a broad stripe down from your clit to your opening, you couldn’t help but moan and whimper at the pleasure.

“Fuck, you taste so good” Eddie whispered against your pussy. His tongue slightly pushed into your hole, causing you to buck your hips and grind against his mouth. You were getting used to the feeling of his tongue pushing in and out of your entrance, but he took you by surprise and licked back up to your clit.

He removed his mouth from your clit, but kept his eyes trained on your pussy so he could watch the way it clenched around his fingers when he brushed up against that spot that had you so close to cumming. You were close, but not quite there yet so Eddie put his mouth back on your clit to speed your orgasm up.

“Where did he learn this?” you wondered to yourself as he removed his fingers and mouth from you after giving you your first real orgasm. You were kinda surprised that he did a good job at pleasing you because he was still technically a virgin.

Eddie had a secret that he didn’t know if he’d ever admit to you, he bought a fleshlight on his 19th birthday. Every night since then he’s been practicing giving it oral and fingering it, in hopes that when the time comes for him to do the real thing he would at least know somewhat how to do it. Luckily for him, that practice seemed to pay off.

“Baby? Can you please fuck me now?” You asked. Eddie didn’t say anything in response, just crawled on top of you and kissed you deeply.

You were so lost in the kiss that you didn’t even realise Eddie’s cock had entered you until you were moaning into his mouth. For a few seconds, he didn’t even move, just wanted to get used to the new feeling of finally being inside you.

“It’s ok, I want you to fill me up” you whispered in his ear, encouraging him to thrust his cock as deep into you as he could.

His thrusts were slow at first, but when you pulled away from kissing him and told him that you could take more, he sped up the pace just a little bit. You wanted him to go even faster and deeper, but you understood that this was his first time and he didn’t want to hurt you.

“Fuck, you feel so good around me” he moaned under his breath, already getting close to cumming because you were just so warm and tight that his cock couldn’t help but twitch inside you.

He was going to pull out, but the second you told him it’s ok to cum inside you because you’re on birth control, he spilled his seed inside you without giving it a second thought.

You thought he was going to pull out immediately after he came, but he stayed inside you until his legs started to hurt. When he did pull out, you took that as an opportunity to ask him to spend the night.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I stay the night?” He replied, genuinely confused as to why you even asked.

It just broke his heart when you confessed to him that you were asking because your exes would always make you go home right away after they got what they wanted from you so you were hoping that he would at least want to stay. You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry if you ever told Eddie that, but you couldn’t fulfill that promise and just started sobbing.

“I’m sorry” you apologised, wishing that this wasn’t the first time he ever saw you cry. Eddie just held you in his arms until you stopped crying, giving you little kisses all over your face every so often in an attempt to make you feel better.

The kisses worked, but what really made you feel better was hearing Eddie tell you he loves you for the first time. “I love you too” you replied, your tears almost completely gone by now.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #virgin!eddie munson

[tboywriter]

Crush | Angus Tully x reader

pictures not mine, edit is mine gender neutral reader edited: no (might edit in future) warnings: angst(?), swearing, drinking/drunkenness, weirdly-written pov, disappointed "parents", idrk summary: Angus and reader are both pining but all it takes is a little alcohol to fix that. -> Hunham isn't fired, reader goes to Barton a/n: I'm so glad the internet loves this man as much as I do. This movie got me to write again so I'm just glad for that. I might post more for him, idk. Let me know if you want some shorter stuff. I tried to capture Angus's dorkiness but IDK how well that turned out, LOL!

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“God, that was so nerve-wracking!”

“Really?” He smirked. “You didn’t look nervous when you were up there practically singing your heart out.”

“I mean it! My heart’s going so fast! Here, feel it.” Before he could process what you meant you had already grabbed his hand and stuck it flat against your chest. He could feel the thumping, rhythmically beating faster than usual, but mostly he was fixated on his hand being pressed against your body. His eyes widened a little, staring at your hand that still held his, his mouth parted ever so slightly. 

His face became flushed as you rambled on about the presentation and how you worried about how it might affect your grade. He envied you in that moment, able to be so normal about something as intimate as this. He wanted to move his hand lower, feel more of your chest, but instead you released his hand and he returned it to his side. 

You didn’t notice how quiet he was, trying to stop his mind from going to places he didn’t want you to know about. He nodded along whenever you looked up at him and laughed when you laughed but his eyes flitted between your neck and your lips. 

He noticed he was walking at some point, didn’t even realize he was moving until you stopped in front of the door to your room. You walked inside, turning when he didn’t follow. “Coming in?”

He shook his head, effectively shaking his wandering mind free of dirty thoughts. “Yeah, yeah. What are we doing?”

“I don’t know,” You sigh, flopping on the bed. “What do you want to do?” He stood awkwardly beside you, his hands in his pockets. Laughing, you pat the spot next to you. “Relax, what are you so on edge for?” Right. This wasn’t something unusual. You two often came to each other’s rooms and lounged around. 

He didn’t smile back but he could feel his cheeks heating up. He only hoped you wouldn’t notice– “You okay?” You sat up, leaning against the headboard and staring into his eyes as he sat down across from you. 

“Yeah, sorry, my mind is somewhere else.”

“Yeah? Where else?” You tilted your head slightly, like a puppy diligently listening to their owner.

“Nowhere.” You didn’t press, you never did. He’d tell you if he really wanted to, no sense in annoying him about it. After that fateful Christmas break that brought you two together, though, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was thinking about his dad every time he began to stare off into space.

You’d met because of circumstance. The only two ‘holdovers’ left at Barton academy. Angus’s parents couldn’t be contacted and you couldn’t stand the thought of spending three weeks with the biggest jerk in school. It’d be much nicer to spend the weeks alone, reading in your room– or studying as Mr. Hunham originally governed. Instead you got to, albeit unintentionally, sort out your trauma together. Who knew Librium was such a popular drug?

“You wanna go see if Mary’s got the Match Game on? I kind of just want to sit on the couch.” He nodded.  

Mary was in fact in front of the TV and Mr. Hunham, a bit unexpectedly, was too. They shared the couch facing the screen although sat on each of the ends, as far away from each other as possible. Mary and Mr. Hunham both liked their respective routines: Mary’s was to relax each night with game shows and Hunham’s to be alone… somewhere. 

You and Angus entered the room silently and sat on the adjacent couch, considerably closer than the two adults. Angus grabbed a pillow and handed it to you before grabbing one for himself and hugging it. He leaned back into the cushions, tired eyes lazing towards the television. You had a similar approach, putting the pillow on the arm rest and lying down, legs tucked in. 

When you woke up, you were just as you were when you first sat down. Only now there was a blanket draped over you. You peeked over the blanket to see where Angus had taken up the same position you had on the opposite armrest. He was rubbing his eyes currently, only just have woken up himself.

He winced as he stood up and stretched out. You smiled, his long legs must hurt from being curled into that awkward position all night. 

Mary walked in, fully dressed in her uniform. “Good, you two are up. I didn’t want to have to wake you. Hurry back to your rooms, it’s already 7:15.” You glanced at the clock to confirm. 

“Shit!” Angus exclaimed but then rescinded under Mary’s disapproving gaze. “Breakfast is in fifteen minutes. Mary, why didn’t you wake us up last night?”

She put a hand on her hip. “Why should that be my job? Anyways, I fell asleep too. Only one who didn’t was Hunham who was gone when I woke up.” 

“Fair point.” Turning to you, Angus got caught in his own tracks. He meant to quip a ‘let’s go’ and begin to head back but he was instead met by you, still leaning against the pillow with slightly tousled hair and half-open eyes. 

Mary had left at this point, leaving the two of you to awkwardly stare at one another for a couple moments. You broke it by standing up next to him, slowly and steadily. “Guess we should get ready for breakfast, huh?”

“Yeah. Uh, yeah.”

♡

After breakfast, you and Angus didn’t see each other until your Laws and Government class. He usually sat in the back corner, unseen and unheard, but you preferred the front so you could pay better attention. Instead, a compromise was made, and the two of you now sat in the center of the room. 

The teacher of the class was a highly pompous and old-fashioned old man. His hair was stark white and his cheeks and nose glowed red. He’d almost look like Santa Claus if it weren’t for his contant scowl. Worst of all, he hated uniqueness. If you didn’t kiss up to his highly conservative values then you weren’t getting an A. And you needed an A. 

He was handing back the scores from the oral presentations you had the day prior. The one that made your heart jump out of your chest and into Angus’s unexpecting hands. You both looked at each other, making reassuring eye contact before flipping the papers. He smiled, B+. You, on the other hand, couldn’t be more disappointed. C-? What was the point of putting a minus when anything under a C was failing? You shrank back into your chair, never having got a failing grade before. 

You stuffed the paper in your bag, not caring that it crumpled. Angus reached over and placed his hand on your knee. He didn’t say anything but you appreciated the gesture. He knew how much your grades meant to you. You stuck your tongue out at him and his decent grade but he knew you meant well.

♡

You didn’t usually drink, but tonight was the exception. Was it dramatic to be drinking due to a bad grade? Yes. Did that stop you from taking up Teddy Kountze’s offer to go to an off-campus party? No. Yeah, maybe it was a bad idea to accept the offer of the guy who was a constant ass to you and your best friend, but when he asked you were already in a bad mood. You didn’t even have to interact with him there, just confiscate all the free alcohol and get comfortable on the couch. 

And so you did. When you walked into the house you said ‘hi’ to a couple people you knew and then ran to the kitchen. The smell hit you immediately, there was no second guessing what everyone was drinking. God, people really like this stuff? Whatever, it’s just one night. 

“Angus Tully, call for you.” A teacher Angus didn’t recognize had knocked on his door at nearly five to one in the morning. He groaned, trudging down the hall to the nearest phone. Getting a call was already rare for him but one at one at one a.m. was out of the question. It was even more surprising when he heard the voice of the person on the other end. 

“Tully?”

“Kountze?”

“Thank God, can you get down here?” 

“I already told you, I don’t want to come to your stupid-ass party. Shouldn’t it be ending soon, anyway?”

Teddy groaned. “I don’t want you to come and hang out, I want you to come and pick up (Y/n).”

“(Y/n)? What’re they doing there?”

“I don’t know, man. Just come get them. I don’t know how much he drank but he’s been passed out on the couch for hours. Every time I try to wake him up he just kicks me.” Angus laughed. “Just get him out of here, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Give me twenty minutes.”

Angus didn’t have a car but he knew someone who did. He knocked on the door to the teacher’s lounge where he knew Mr. Hunham would probably be watching TV with Mary. They seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Mary yelled for him to come in. 

Mr. Hunham nodded. “Mr. Tully.”

“Hello, Angus. You didn’t come all the way down here just to watch TV with us, did you? Usually you’re not alone.”

“I didn’t, actually. I was hoping I could get a ride, (Y/n)’s drunk and needs a ride home.”

Mary frowned. “(Y/n)? I didn’t think they were the type.”

Angus just shrugged. “Usually he’s not but he’s been talking to Teddy Kountze more. I think he’s the instigator here.” He stuffed his hands into his front pocket, shrugging. 

Hunham scoffed. “That boy is a devil.” 

“Oh, shush. He’s just a kid.” Mary scolded. “... even if he is a little asshole.” 

They shared a laugh, followed by Mr. Hunham groaning as he stood. “Alright, I’ll drive. But I'm staying in the car. And tell him not to vomit on my seats.” 

Angus nodded, following his teacher out. “Yes, sir!”

When they arrived Mr. Hunham parked on the street, right out front. Angus got out onto the lawn. “I’ll be right back.” Hunham nodded. 

He saw Teddy first. Teddy just scowled and pointed to a room to the right. You were exactly where Kountze said you would be, passed out on the couch. You had a bottle of something in your arms, snugly held tight against your body. Angus pulled that out first and set it on the table across from you. You grumbled softly, missing the feeling of having something in your arms, and shot your leg out to kick who you thought was Kountze. 

Luckily Angus was just out of reach and laughed in response. “(Y/n), time to wake up.” You lifted your hand to shoo him away but he persisted. “Come on,” he shook you softly. “Let’s go. Mr. Hunham’s outside.” That woke you up.

“Mr. Hunham?” Your eyes got wide. “What’s he doing here?” You sat up and Angus sat next to you, keeping you upright after a bit of sudden dizziness.

“He’s our ride.”

“I’m a bit embarrassed.” You put your flushed face in your hands, leaning your elbows on your knees.

“I’m sure he won’t judge you… Maybe just a little disappointed.” He laughed, standing back up and holding his hand out.

“No, I’m embarrassed with myself. I shouldn't have drank.” Your slurring was becoming more apparent now and Angus was sure you’d start crying if you stayed here any longer. 

“How much did you have to drink?”

You knit your eyebrows together and frowned, obviously starting to get a bit grumpy. “I don’t know. Three? Four?” 

“What? Bottles?”

“Cups.” You nodded towards a red solo on the table.

“Cups?” He laughed. “That’s it?”

You sighed, grabbing his hand and standing up. He couldn’t help notice the way you didn’t let go. Chests almost pressed together from the tight space. “Yeah, It’s my first time.” He breathed in sharply, eyes floating down.

“Really? You’ve never drank before? Mary was right about you.” 

You slapped his arm half-heartedly. “Mary knows too? Who else did you tell!?” He broke from the spell and began to lead you towards the door.

He smiled. “Only the whole school.” You groaned in response.

When you got outside, Mr. Hunham rolled down the window to begin his speech before you even had the chance to get to the car. Angus opened the door to the backseat and helped you in but you grabbed his arm when he began to back up. You tugged ever so slightly and he gave in to the weak show of force, climbing into the backseat with you. You didn’t put up a fight but neither did he. 

“... this isn’t the way to go about life. When you get to my age you…” You nodded along to whatever Mr. Hunham was saying, occasionally adding in an ‘I know,’ ‘You’re right,’ or ‘I’m sorry.’ Angus sat a bit stiffly next to you. You still had his arm in yours, hugging it as you had with the bottle. 

♡

He dropped you onto the edge of your bed before falling down beside you with a groan. He needed a moment before he went back to his room. You, slightly more awake now, slung your legs across Angus’s chest in an awkward L-shape. He let you stay like that for a moment, catching his breath and savoring this while he could. 

“Angus?” You asked softly, tilting your head to peer down at him. 

“Yeah?” He pushed your legs back off the side of the bed so he could kneel beside you and help you take your shoes off. 

“You’re so pretty, do you know that?” He paused, staring across at you, obviously shocked. Your face, though, was completely indifferent. “I mean it, you’re so beautiful. You’ve got perfect hair and perfect skin and perfect eyes. I don’t get it. You must know, right? I hope you know.”

“I-” He tried to speak but what would he say? He was still knelt down, desperately watching your face– which was still staring back innocently. Without thinking, he crawled onto the bed next to you, leaning up against the headboard. You adjusted, too, so you could continue staring at him, head on the pillow. He felt a bit hot under your gaze but he basked in the attention, he only wished he knew how to respond to make this last. To get you to look at him like this forever.  

“God! You’re just so perfect! I don’t tell you that enough but I do think it. A lot. You’re just so pretty…” 

“I don’t think you’ve ever told me.” 

He could see the fatigue slowly taking over your eyes as you kept going. “You’ve got this dopey smile,” You saw his face turn. “Not a bad dopey! Cute-dopey. It’s the kind of smile that makes me want to smile too.” Absent-mindedly you began to reach up to touch his lips, stopping centimeters from contact.

“Um, thank you.” God, that’s what he came up with? 

You giggled, though.“You’re welcome.” 

“I think you’re pretty too. I’ve been staring at the back of your head since I got to Barton. And then when Christmas break happened I was pissed I didn’t get to go home, sure, but man I was so excited when I found out you were staying too. I’m glad I get to see more of you than your hair now.”

“You’re lying.” You accused him but you were smiling. 

“I’m not, I swear!” He couldn’t help but smile too. 

“You can’t have been looking at me since you moved here because I’ve been looking at you since you moved here. And before Christmas, I don’t think we made eye contact once.” 

“Believe what you want,” He laughed. “I’m telling the truth.”

You sighed, brushed him off wistfully, and went back to longing. You spoke as if you’d forgotten the previous few exchanges. Perhaps you had. “I wish I could look at you all the time. I wish I could touch your face and your hair whenever I wanted. I wish I could–” You abruptly stopped and stared him down. Angus had to remind himself again that you were out of it. You looked as if you were trying to make a decision but the alcohol was making it impossible to choose. Angus leaned forward a bit, almost unwillingly. He hardly even noticed his movements until your fingers finally touched his face.

Your eyes flickered down, his did too. Slowly you brushed against his bottom lip. He parted his mouth slightly, cheeks becoming more red by the second. You moved onto his top lip before brushing his cheek. His eyes hadn’t left your mouth. Pulling your hand back slightly you looked up to his messy curls. Reaching up, you grabbed the hair at the back of his neck, running your hands through it. He had to stop himself from making any noise. 

“And you’ve got these big brown eyes, they’re really pretty, you know. I feel all shy when you look at me… like in the way you are now.” You sighed deeply, as if the weight of the world were on your shoulders. “God, Angus. I think I love you.” 

It took everything in him to not swoop down and kiss you right then. He was glad you were drunk so you wouldn’t remember his bright red face, but he also couldn’t help but wish your confession had been a sober one. His mouth was stuck in a small ‘o’ before he realized you were waiting for an answer. “I don’t think this is the right time.”

You cut him off before he could clarify. “What do you mean? Are you dating someone else…? I’ll wait.” Your words made him sputter out a short laugh but your face was nothing but serious. 

“That’s not what I meant. I–” 

You frowned. “Then, what do you mean?”

“I mean,” He brushed some hair from your eyes. “You’re drunk and probably won't remember any of this in the morning. How about you tell me again when you aren’t inebriated?”  

You grabbed his hand, holding it close to your chest. “Why? What if I forget? It hurts too much not to tell you…”

“I won’t forget.” He smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll remind you.” 

He kissed you on the forehead, needing something to tide him over until he could act the way he truly wanted to. You curled up on your side before looking at him expectantly. He blushed and compiled, lying down next to you but leaving a couple inches between your two bodies. 

He heard you laugh and move closer. He let out something between a moan and a gasp and you smirked in victory. Still, though, he wasn’t close enough. You reached out and grabbed his hand, setting it on your waist. 

“You never told me,” You leaned into his chest. “Do you like me back?” You sounded like a middle schooler talking to their playground crush. Angus was almost unable to respond from the grin that trapped his face. 

“Isn’t it obvious? Of course I’m in love with you too.”

#the holdovers #paul giamatti #angus tully #dominic sessa #x reader #x gender neutral reader #x male reader #angus tully x reader #fanfiction #da'vine joy randolph #mary lamb #paul hunham #teddy kuntze

[heliiacus]

to traverse this with you

tags: armin x reader, fluff, reconnecting, banter, sharing a jacket, cuddling, reader uses she/her pronouns

warnings: none!

words: 1.9k | masterlist

They used to love one another, long ago. Not loudly, nor ferociously, or even in a way that the other knew about, but they did. She knows that now. It could have stayed simple. They could have stayed apart. It has been years since she's been deployed to Marley, to live and work under a secret identity; and grieve as she may have for him, she could have lived with it. She really could have. They could have stayed star-crossed, torn away by war, but things just had to get difficult. Now, with tensions rising, she is forced to relocate – to trek through the lone mountains in the desolate Marleyan wilderness, in an attempt to clandestinely reach a port outside Liberio. And in another world it would have, perhaps, been a task of a casual undertaking. It could have been simple. Were it not for him, by her side: the man she has grieved for this entire time. Were it not for this one simple, stupid mistake.

All day. All day, she sees the looks he gives her. Watching her carefully – almost militant – his eyes follow her, looking for something she thinks she has an idea of; for her to stumble, or to feel ill – to need a break, perhaps.

And yet, she can't quite read it. Not entirely. Something in that unfaltering, watchful eye eludes her, and though it does truly bother her, she pretends it does not.

She can't blame him. She knows she couldn't. She knows, by now, that she really did scare him, and it's not like she does not understand: he was afraid for her, and had she not been afraid for him, before? Or ever since? She still remembers it starkly, those long days on Paradis; the uneasy, ill-ridden palpitations she would get when tending to his training wounds. Not the cuts or scratches, but the larger, deeper ones. His would not heal as fast as they should have, she remembers that vividly: steam rising, and rising, and yet the wound would heal so slowly. Sometimes, not at all.

So she says nothing, in spite of it all. She lets him watch her, coddle her when he deems necessary. She takes breaks when he suggests them, three times more than necessary, and she dare not cough – moreso for his sanity, rather than hers.

And through it all, they talk. They talk, and they talk, heavy-footed through the hard ground, and all the while she does not stop to think why it is so different now: why now, of all times, two weeks after they have met again, it is as if she were seeing him for the first time. He is different, he was different, but now, unexpectedly, it is as if those differences have wound themselves in her, in some far-off, untouchable place.

Discarded were the pleasantries, the world events and major life changes; they talk about books, and the 104, and the horrible, sordid, and joyous things that have truly changed for them in all these years; and she is shocked speechless when she hears he does not like Razomov anymore, and he just laughs and laughs when he hears that her favourite poem has not changed, not one bit. "Stubborn," he tells her, over and over, and she just laughs with him, knowing it's true.

And the day drags, it stretches, it is grueling to the last drop, but suddenly, somehow, though nearly strangers they were, they are not anymore – it is as if a shift happened in her, strange and disorienting. But she smiles eagerly at him now, and she can see it clear as day that he does, too: blooming and exuberant, his timid frame slowly turning loud and animated.

"I think," Armin says eventually, wind falling quiet. "We should break for camp here. It's a good spot, and we need rest."

She stops, looking around. Here, ahead of them, the summit of a hill towers over them, with a thin sliver of a trail behind. A soft impasse, she thinks, with not an animal in sight – safe and sound, or so it looks like.

"Camp it is," she says, hauling her backpack to the ground.

Camp is set swiftly, as is dinner, and soon they sit by the smolders of a small fire, talking back and forth in hushed voices. The day had been warm, but now, with the thin light melting over the horizon, she feels a coldness bloom harshly in the air. It must be the altitude, then, she realises quickly; the cold grows unnaturally quickly here. Suddenly, the night before begins to make more sense.

She startles when she sees Armin stand over her, pulling his jacket over her shoulders. "Aren't you–" she begins, but cuts herself short when she sees his lips curl softly. "I guess not."

"Not," he confirms, sitting back down in front of her with a tired thump, and then he sighs, looking up at the sky. "This is by far the most precarious mission I've been sent to."

She hums in response, finding herself, momentarily, at a lack of words. She sips her tea, and does not speak until her eyes meet his again. "I imagine it's more difficult to travel when you're escorting a.. civilian."

"On enemy territory. On high alert. In foreign wilderness," he lists off, one hand delicately marking each peril on the other, and she smiles at the familiarity of the gesture; he's never stopped doing this, it seems. "Thank the walls we're not that far now."

"A week more, right? Give or take."

"Closer to eleven days, if your health will stay," he sighs. Then, eyes sharp, he looks back at her. "How are you feeling?"

She shrugs nonchalantly, then smiles at him. "Fine. I don't feel like I’m about to fall ill and die." She watches as he begins to smile back at her. "Unless you count being brought to death by being coddled too much."

Armin has the audacity to blush at that. Deeply, eyes cast down, but he laughs with her when she kicks his shin.

"I’m just worried, alright?" He chuckles, then, softer: "You really did scare me last night."

"I know," she says, air heavy in her chest. She nudges at his shin again, eager to have him look at her, and he nudges back. The gesture is simple, short, and yet she lingers on it, watching him. "I’m sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Granted, I don't think I approached it with the gravity that I should have.. or something."

"Stubborn," he says, smile crooked and warm and so close to something she once called home, and he rubs at the nape of his neck before telling her: "I’m sorry, also. I feel like, for these two weeks, I've been.. I don't know. Everything is just so different now – out of control different." Though slow, his smile falls, eyes eager as he looks at her; open to her. She can read him, if only just for this moment: contrite and discomforted; palms up and open for her, if she were to just reach for him. "I had to adjust. It wasn't easy."

"I know," she says, and his jacket feels heavy on her frame. "Me too. It wasn't easy." She thinks to reach for him; she does not dare. "Everything is different now."

He hums then, craning his head back, eyes on the halcyon sky. "Not everything," he says, and he smiles. It's so simple. Such an easy smile. She looks and looks, watching the man with this strange, earnest yearning in her heart, wood cracking softly in the fire, and it is as if they were seventeen again. As if he were, once again, reading to her by the campfire well into the night, wind grounded between the trees; or if they were burrowed, once more, into notes and inks by the weak lamplight.

"We should head to sleep," she tells him finally, winded and adrift within this vast feeling in her chest, and it is only when he stands, boot stomping at the smolders, that she is able to breathe.

Then it is moonlight that envelopes her, and as Armin heads to their tent, she sits there still, heart racing unevenly. It is so quiet here, so quiet it's almost overwhelming. She feels the cold walk on her skin, beneath the jacket and her clothes, and she knows Armin was right this morning. A feeling roils in her at the thought: discomfort, she thinks at first, but it is not that. It certainly is not that.

"Are you coming?" Comes a voice, and she turns to him, standing hunched at the foot of the tent.

"Yes," she says, standing quickly, and in few quick steps she's back inside with him.

They glance at one another carefully, readying for bed. She unrolls her bedding, settling it down with a meticulousness that is not akin to her; tucking and unfolding, straightening the blanket. And yet she can't help it. Armin's jacket now burns on her shoulders, and yet she dare not pry it off of her.

When she finally stops, she stares at it. She thinks she should ask him, or wait for him to say it, and yet somehow, somewhere in her stomach, the thought irks her, so she does not wait. She grabs the bedroll by the edge and drags it, pulling it close to Armin, and finds him, with surprise, doing the same.

"You should keep that on," Armin tells her, pointing to his jacket.

"Won't you get cold?" She asks, almost absently.

"Oh, no," he says, nodding, tone distant as he handles his blanket. "I mean, with the titan and all."

"Right," she agrees quietly, and as she watches him lie down, as she watches him rest his head, that roiling, disorienting feeling returns: vicious and grasping, holding her breath hostage. She feels it in her hands – an urge to take the jacket off, and a stronger, more omniscient urge; one to take the lapels in her hands, to fold them closer to her, to inhale his scent and keep it in her memory and to not let herself forget it ever again.

She lay by his side like this, hands almost shaking, chest trembling with a broken breath. And he watches her. Of course he does.

"If you're uncomfortable.." he begins, gently, of course, carefully. He lays a hand between them: a barrier, perhaps; maybe an offer.

She does not take it. "Oh, I’m alright," she says, willing herself, by the breadth of her last will, back into balance. "Just some things on my mind."

He seems to settle at that, the worry in his eyes softening. "Want to share?" He asks placidly, and it is only now that she realises how awfully close he is.

"Hell no," she replies with a swiftness, smiling readily as it gains a giggle out of him.

"Thought as much," he says, grinning widely at her. "At least you've smiled."

And she did. She continues to, watching the man next to her settle. She breathes in, and out, her lungs not stuttering once. "We should sleep," she tells him once more, beneath her breath.

"Let's," he agrees, and his hand stays still, and then he asks her, so quietly she barely hears it: "Do you want me to hold you?"

"Yes," she breathes. She doesn't think when she says it, she doesn't wound herself into the future or the past. She simply closes her eyes when she feels his arm curl around her frame, as she feels his warmth come closer to her, beckoning to her: not as desperately close as they were this morning, but tentatively, tenderly, almost. Her hand touches his chest, and for a moment she feels his own on top of it, clasped soft and delicate, before he lets it go.

And she is tired, she knows that now. Her eyes droop heavily, lulled with an ease by the warmth undulating from him to her. Head spinning with exhaustion, pulse beating in the hand that lay on Armin’s chest, she finds herself with no energy, no light within her to feel embarrassed about telling him: "I could get used to this."

Armin doesn't answer, not for a while. His hand – flat at her back – pushes itself into her, just a little; a peculiar sound leaves him – contentment, she thinks, but just barely. And in the silence, in the stillness that surrounds them outside of their bed, she feels herself begin to drift, melting seamlessly into his arms. Then, as she lay on the precipice of sleep, she thinks she hears him say, so quietly it feels almost private: "Then do."

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[lionlena]

Unforgivable mistake (JoelMillerxreader) Part 8

Edit: Sorry yesterday I forgot to add tag list

Summary: Reader is much younger than Joel and is in love with  him. One night, after arguing with Tess and getting drunk, Joel spends  the night with a reader, but in the morning he breaks her heart…  She  runs away from Boston hoping that she will never meet this cold bastard  again in her life. But almost six years later, she unexpectedly sees  Joel in Jackson. She decides to hide herself and her little secret from  this asshole.

Warnings: age gap (reader is about 28 years, Joel 58),  strong language, swearing, past trauma, bullying, attempted rape, memories of sexual abuse, unprotect p in v,  dom!Joel, Joel is asshole, ANGST, hurt, sadness and heartbreaking, sexual harassment, women abuse, violence, injury, sickness.

Part 8

As you suspected, Steve didn't stay long in town. The Wolves left town three weeks after you two broke up. On one of the cloudiest and rainiest days of summer. Autumn was in the air, and you stood on the green hill where the horses grazed and watched the riders go. Suddenly, a cold wind swept over you and you rubbed your bare arms, which were covered with goosebumps. You shivered and suddenly felt warm material land on your back. You looked to the side in surprise and your gaze met warm brown eyes. It was Joel who covered you with his jacket.

"I was wondering where I would find you." He looked into the distance at the diminishing silhouettes of the Wolves. "Will they come back for the winter?"

You shrugged. "Sometimes they come back, sometimes they don't."

He nodded and murmured, "Do you regret breaking up with him?"

You were surprised by his question. You shook your head and replied, "No. Why are you asking that?"

"You seem sadder," he said softly and brushed a stray strand of hair from your cheek. "I just want you to be happy and..." He sighed heavily and you could easily see that he was fighting with his thoughts. "If my behavior was the reason you broke up with him, then I'm sorry."

You smiled slightly at him and took his hand. "I already told you that I and Steve always had different priorities. We had a good time together, but our break up was inevitable. And I'm sad because he's my friend and I'm worried about him."

Joel nodded and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you to his side. He started rubbing your shoulder reassuringly. "I'm sure he can handle it. He doesn't seem like someone who's easily defeated."

You nodded your head and allowed yourself to enjoy the comfort of Joel's body heat. Recently you two were getting closer and closer. It still wasn't anything very intimate. You didn't know if you were ready for this, but you stopped flinching when Joel touched you. Sometimes you even needed it. You were not lovers. But you were partners raising a child together. You have become friends. You liked this arrangement. Though sometimes only for a brief moment you wondered if there could be something more to it. Joel's voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Tommy is already whining that winter will come early this year."

"Maybe," you replied and pulled away from him, instantly regretting it. "I have to take the horses back to the stables." You wanted to take off his jacket, but Joel stopped you.

"Keep it. I don't want you to get cold. Help you with the horses?"

"If you want."

He smiled and winked at you, "Sure."

The next few weeks passed quickly. The end of summer and the beginning of autumn has always been a time of intense work. Stocks of food and wood were collected, preserves were prepared and everything was preserved before the onset of winter. Even the patrols were more frequent because looters were more feared in the fall. Because of that, you saw less of Joel. Most of the time, you only had a moment when you exchanged custody of Teddy.

That was how it was supposed to be this time. You and Teddy were walking towards the stables and you said, "When dad comes back from patrol, he'll take you home."

Your son smiled at you and nodded.

Suddenly you saw Sofia running towards you, the girl who recently helped you in the stable, with Anderson's son.

You immediately noticed the scratches on his round face. His eyes were full of tears and his nose was red.

"What happened?"

You may have hated Anderson, but his son was just a kid.

"He took Venus for a ride out of town and fell. He came back alone, and she supposedly ran off towards the river," Sofia said quickly.

She was holding the boy's arm tightly and you suspected she was as angry as you were. You had a hard time keeping from yelling at that brat. You've told him many times that Venus isn't ready for an inexperienced rider, but he obviously had to spite you. You took a deep breath and firmly said, "Take him home. Let his father bind his wounds while I look for Venus."

Anderson's son, instead of remaining silent, stamped his foot and growled, "I'll tell my dad you were mean to me."

That was enough. You leaned over to him and snarled, "Seriously? Then tell daddy he has Joel's greetings too, and we'll see how brave he is then!"

The boy opened his eyes wide and stepped back. You weren't proud of yourself for using Joel as a threat, but you knew he wouldn't mind.

You felt your son grab your hand and cuddle up to your side. You started rubbing his back comfortingly.

"Everything it's ok, Teddy. We'll find Venus."

Sofia looked at you anxiously: "Shall I take care of him?"

Your son immediately whined plaintively, "No. I want to help."

You sighed heavily and thought about it for a moment. Venus was very attached to your son and sometimes she only came when he called.

"I'll take him with me. It might help."

*

Joel returned from patrol and as he led his horse into the stable he immediately looked around. But he only noticed Sofia. The girl seemed worried.

"Hi, Sofia. Have you seen Y/N and Teddy?"

"They went looking for Venus."

"What?!"

The girl quickly told him what had happened. Joel didn't even think twice. He jumped back on his horse.

"Are you going to look for them? You just got back."

"See those dark clouds? It's going to snow soon. I'm not leaving them alone in the woods, they're the two people in the world I care about the most. If we're not back in two hours, tell Tommy what happened."

He hit the horse's flanks with his heels and galloped toward the gate.

*

You looked up and quietly cursed. Just when you were looking for Venus, the first snow must have started to fall. You knew that in two or three days there would be no trace of this snow. Unfortunately, it could have significantly hindered your search by covering up traces.

"Mommy," your son moaned.

You could sense his tiredness and sadness. On top of that, you were wearing clothes that were too thin for the weather. You took your scarf off your neck and wrapped it around your baby boy.

"It's okay, honey. We'll find her soon and come home."

You stopped your horse and looked towards the river. You jumped to the ground and tied the animal to a tree. You helped your little child come down to the ground and knelt beside him.

"Listen to me carefully. I'll go down to the riverbank for a while and see if there are any hoof marks. Don't follow me, it's too steep up there. Okay?"

"Yes."

You smiled and pecked his nose to make him laugh.

You hoped that Venus hadn't crossed the river, but you didn't know what to do anymore. You were slowly losing confidence that you would find her. You didn't notice any hoof prints by the river. You carefully looked around and after a few minutes you returned to the place where you left your son, but the child was nowhere to be found. Only your scarf is left on the ground.

"Teddy!"

You started looking around. He couldn't have gone far. The snow began to fall more and more, and you had no idea which way he went.

"Teddy, don't hide! It's not funny! Teddy!!!"

Panic seized your body. You ran a few meters in one direction and then a few in the other. Your behavior made no sense. You kept calling out to him, but your voice cracked.

Suddenly you heard someone else's voice.

"Y/N!"

Joel jumped off his horse and quickly tied it next to yours. He ran over to you and grabbed your shoulders.

"What happened?"

You started crying loudly. "I lost our son! I lost him!"

"Calm down, take a deep breath." He pulled you to him. "Breathe deeply and tell me where was the last time you saw him and when?"

You took a shaky breath. Joel's touch and voice eased your panic a bit and you began to think straight. "Fifteen minutes ago I left him with Star and went to the river… Oh no, what if he fell into the water?!"

You wanted to run towards the river, but Joel was still holding you tight. "You'd notice him then. Besides, Teddy is too smart to go to the water by himself. Let's look for him in the north. There," he pointed to the south, "there's too much brush. And I came from the city. So north is the surest direction."

You looked at him surprised. "How can you be so calm?"

"Because I know we'll find him. I'm not leaving this damn forest until I find our little son."

His voice was so confident it reassured you. Joel grabbed your hand and you started walking in the direction he pointed. You both kept calling for your son and after a few minutes, you heard him whimpering softly.

"Mommy."

His voice was strangely muffled. You and Joel ran ahead. You found Teddy sitting in a hole. The hole was not very deep, but it was impossible for a small child to get out of it on his own.

Joel immediately jumped down. As soon as the little one saw him, he stretched out his hands towards him and moaned: "Daddy."

Joel grabbed his son. "Hi 'bear cub'. I see you got into a little trouble, but it's okay now." He kissed his son on the cheek. He hugged him briefly before handing him into your waiting arms. After a moment Joel also got out of the trap. You stepped back to a safe distance and knelt down, pulling your crying son to you. You kissed his forehead and said, "Don't ever do that again, Sweetpea. Why did you leave?"

Teddy wrapped his little arms around your neck and moaned, "Mommy…I wanted to help you find Venus."

You sighed heavily and began rubbing his back comfortingly. Joel joined you shortly after. He knelt down beside you and put his arms around you both, making Teddy feel safer. The little boy turned his head towards him, smiling slightly and sniffling.

"You found us, daddy."

Joel wiped the last tears from the child's cheek with his thumb and nodded. "I will always find you because I love you both more than anything in the world."

You looked at Joel in surprise, but it seemed that he himself did not fully realize the words he had just said. You saw how he carefully scanned the child, probably looking for any injuries. Fortunately, Teddy only had a few small scratches on his hands. The bigger problem was that he was cold and started shaking. Joel immediately took off his jacket and wrapped the toddler in it. Teddy was almost drowning in his jacket, but at least he was starting to warm up.

"It's time to go home," said Joel, and he started to get up slowly, but when he tried to pick up the boy, he backed away.

"No! We need to find Venus."

You gave your son a firm look and with a slight admonishment in your voice you said, "Teddy, enough trouble for today."

Your son, however, was not going to give up so easily and looked at dad with those brown, puppy eyes glistening with still unshed tears. Joel swallowed and bit his lip. It was a losing battle and he knew it. He sighed heavily and knelt down next to his son.

"Okay. I tell you what we do. You and mom going back to town and warm up while I look for Venus."

Your son smiled broadly and threw himself into his father's arms. You couldn't believe what you heard. "Joel, you're tired... You just got back from patrol."

He looked at you gently. His heart melted with your concern. And yes, he was tired, but he couldn't let his son down.

"It's alright, I'll be fine."

You didn't like the idea at all, but you knew how stubborn Joel could be. As you sat on the horse with Teddy, still wrapped in his father's jacket, you said, "Be careful. Venus is still young and can be skittish."

He nodded and squeezed your knee for a moment. "It'll be all right."

*

As soon as you are in the stable, Sofia ran up to you.

"Joel found you?"

"Yes," you replied and jumped down to the ground.

"And where is he?"

"Daddy will find Venus!" shouted Teddy with a big smile.

Sofia looked at you surprised, but you shook your head, letting her know not to say anything. You doubted Joel's mission success, but you didn't want to break your little son's heart. There was always a faint hope that the young mare would return on her own.

You were tired and wanted to go home, but your son insisted on staying in the stable. You spent the next hours sitting with him on bales of straw. Your son was almost falling asleep, but he refused to go home. You were getting more and more worried. You wanted Joel to finally come back safe and sound. You wanted to touch him, hug him. Feel his strong hands on your back, cheek, and hip.

You finally decided it was time to inform Tommy, that something might have happened to Joel. He might need help. These thoughts made your heart tremble with anxiety.

But just as you were about to do so, Joel walked into the stables. With two horses.

"You did it!" you couldn't stop screaming with joy.

Your son jumped to his feet and ran to his beloved mare.

"Venus!"

You walked over to Joel and noticed a scratch on his face.

"What happened?"

Joel just shrugged. "You were right... She was skittish. She got away from me once and I fell off my horse." You opened your eyes wider and you gently touch his face. "I'm fine... Maybe just bruised ribs."

You wanted to say something, but your son ran up to him and held out his hands.

"Daddy, you are a hero!"

Joel smiled, but you saw him wince as he lifted the baby into his arms. You saw how tired he is. You rubbed his arm gently.

"Take him home and I'll look after the horses and be back soon."

He nodded his head and didn't even have the strength to try to defy you. Your son didn't protest either. He cuddled up to his dad and you were sure he would fall asleep in his arms halfway there. You were glad that both of your boys were safe now.

You quickly took the saddles off the horses' backs. Venus was still wearing the saddle that Anderson's son had put on her. It caused some minor abrasions, but luckily nothing more serious. As you ushered her into the box stall, you give a kiss in her nostrils and whispered, "Calm down dear, I know it wasn't your fault."

*

When you returned home, you found Joel sitting in your kitchen. His eyes were closed and he seemed to have fallen into a light sleep. You slowly walked over to him and gently brushed your knuckles against his cheek. He jumped a little but calmed down quickly when he saw it was you.

"Hey," you whispered.

"Hey," he replied with a smile. "Teddy fell asleep before we got home. I changed him into pajamas and wrapped him in a blanket."

You nodded your head and stared at his cheek. You stepped away for a moment and took a kitchen towel and a metal bowl from the cupboard, which you filled with cold water. You looked at Joel and said, "Take off your shirt."

"What?!" He looked at you surprised.

You smiled and walked closer to him, placing the bowl on the table. Without waiting for his move, you started unbuttoning his shirt and said, "You said your ribs were bruised. Cold compresses should ease the pain."

He gently grabbed your wrists. "You don't have to do this," he whispered.

"I know, but you didn't have to look for Venus."

"Are you kidding? She's our son's beloved horse and yours." You raised your eyebrows and he chuckled. "Yes, I know you say you don't have a favorite horse, but that's a lie."

You rolled your eyes and tapped him on the chest. "Shirt."

He nodded and finally undressed. You noticed a slight blush on his face as he exposed his chest. You knelt down beside him and sighed. There was a large purple bruise on his right side. You brushed his skin with your fingers and he hissed.

"Are you sure you don't have broken ribs?" you asked anxiously.

But Joel shook his head. "Believe me, I know how broken ribs hurt."

You nodded and started applying a damp, cold towel to his aching body. You noticed that Joel avoided looking at you. He looked away as if ashamed. You didn't understand why. You were delighted to examine his chest covered with small scars. You marveled at his soft belly and wished you'd never had a closer look at his body before. Suddenly, an ugly scar caught your eye. You guessed it was the wound that Ellie told you about. You couldn't help but put your hand on it, glad that it didn't lead to his death.

Joel swallowed hard. He didn't understand why you did it for him. And he thought his body would disgust you. Definitely, his body was no match for Steve's. When he felt the hand that you placed on his scar, he finally dared to look at you. And he saw only concern in your eyes. He cleared his throat slightly, and you finally realized that maybe you'd been keeping your hand on his body a little too long. He noticed the blush appearing on your cheeks and couldn't help but smile a little. Maybe he still had something in him?

Meanwhile, you decided that applying a cold compress to his side should end. You got up and stood between his legs, wanting to take care of the wound on his cheek.

Joel had his hands in his lap and was forcing himself not to put them on your hips. When you said, "I'm done," he felt a painful stab in his chest. He wasn't ready to leave your house that night, and he didn't know how to tell you that. He had to open up to you.

You felt one of his hands gently land on your hip. You looked at him surprised and saw the fear and sadness in his eyes.

"Joel?"

"Let me stay on the night, please. I..." He let out a shaky breath. "There in the woods, for a moment... I thought I was going to lose another child... I..."

His voice cracked and you couldn't stand his pain. You gently cupped his face with your hands. "It's okay," you whispered.

His eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I know, but... I want to keep an eye on him."

"All right."

You've never seen him so sensitive and you couldn't stand it. You had to do something. You moved closer to him and wrapped your arms around his head, pulling him to your chest. You felt his arms wrap around you. Joel sighed and let himself shed a few tears. You suddenly realized that Joel was calm in the woods because he knew he had to be strong. If you both started panicking, it would really make the search harder. You felt a twinge of guilt and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Joel pulled away from your body and shook his head. "It's not your fault. If anyone is guilty, it's Anderson's brat," he growled.

You smiled and said, "You know he tried to scare me with his father." Joel raised his eyebrows. "But it's possible I scared him with you." You bit your lip, waiting for his reaction.

Joel laughed lightly and replied, "Good."

You ran your hand through his hair and said, "Let's go to sleep now." You pulled away and handed him his shirt. Heading to the bedroom, you noticed that Joel had turned into the living room. "What are you doing?"

He looked at you surprised and thought for a moment that you had changed your mind. "You said I could stay."

The sadness in his voice made you want to hug him. Instead, you softly replied, "But not on the couch. Not when your ribs are bruised. You won't be able to get up tomorrow morning."

"So what's your plan?"

You bit your lip for a moment. You knew your plan wasn't the best, but you had no other. "I'd say I'll sleep on the couch." Joel opened his mouth, but you quickly interjected, "I know you won't agree to this, so... My bed is big enough. We'll lie down in it together, with our clothes on."

He walked over to you with an uncertain expression on his face. "Are you sure? I don't want to force anything on you."

You smiled slightly. "We'll just sleep in the same bed, nothing more."

Joel was still undecided as he lay in your bed, but you reassured him once again that you would keep your distance and everything would be fine. You lay down on your side with your back to him. He chose to lie on his back because of his ribs. You were both so exhausted that you fell asleep right away. However, your own body has decided to betray you.

It was still night. You started to wake up, but you were still engulfed in a dream fog. You slowly began to realize that you were cuddling up to something warm and solid. You first dismissed that thought when suddenly it hit you. You opened your eyes and understood. You cuddled up to Joel's left side. You actually snuggled into him like some kind of cudly octopus. An arm across his chest and a leg hooking his hip. You barely held back a squeal. You decided to just slowly pull away from him and don't wake him up. He'll be unaware of what you've done. You felt his hand lightly comb your hair. You jumped up suddenly and hovered over him.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" He asked.

Even in the darkness, you could see the worry in his eyes.

"I... I'm sorry... I know you don't like it." Joel frowned, unsure what you meant, so you added, "That morning when I cuddled up to you like this..."

You tried to move away, but Joel stopped you. "No, please, don't move away. I was an idiot then." He gently stroked your cheek. "I think we both need comfort after today."

He gently pulled you back to him, and you couldn't resist. Joel was right. You needed comfort. You rested your head on his chest again and placed your hand on his body, but you kept your legs some distance from his body. You sighed heavily and had to get rid of the thought that was bothering you.

"You think I'm a bad mother?"

"What?" he gasped.

"I lost him."

Joel wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. "Oh dear, do you think that makes you a bad mother? You love him and sacrifice yourself for him. Teddy is a happy, sweet child and today's events don't erase that. Besides, these things happen. When Sarah was three years I left her alone for a minute and she fell down the stairs."

You tilted your head slightly, "Really?"

"Yes. She cried so hard that Tommy had to drive us to the hospital because I was too panicked."

You started rubbing his chest gently. Joel rarely spoke about his deceased daughter, and you knew it cost him a lot.

"Did something happen to her?"

"No. She only had a bump. The doctor who treated her told me it was normal. Parents make mistakes, they stumble, and children only need their love, not perfection."

You smiled and closed your eyes.

"Thank you," you whispered.

You felt Joel hug you tighter. He pressed his lips to your head and murmured, "You're welcome. Let's try to get some sleep."

You were asleep before he finished his sentence.

Part 7

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outdoor pool(fic)

jj maybank x fem!reader | part of the F.W.B universe, but can be read as a stand-alone too | a little sappy but hopefully not too much!

content warning: drink & drug use; sex (f and m receiving; semi-public); technically drink-driving

word count: 5k

Blurb: Your latest 'date night' involves breaking into a Kook's back garden to swim around in their pool. After fooling around, JJ comes to a realisation.

Kook houses could be mistaken for castles when compared to most places on the Cut. Neatly kept shrubberies and bushes trimmed into ridiculous shapes. Fountains and water features, lit up in sparkly white and exciting red and blue. Obnoxious house names when numbers would easily do the same trick. But numbering was too common for the Kooks. They weren’t just another thing in the bunch; they’re the stand-out special. JJ takes them in as he walks down the dimly lit street, searching for you. You'd said to meet him on Basker Street (buried deep in one of the most prestigious Kook holiday neighbourhoods), and to bring some wine. He'd assumed there wasn't much a standard for the wine, grabbing the cheapest bottle he could find.

The sparsely spread streetlamps glare white on the concrete. When a silhouette of a girl, in a dress, comes into view, JJ smiles. He's pretty certain it's you - even more so when the figure waves - and picks up his pace.

“Hey,” JJ says.

“Hey,” you smile, sharing a brief kiss. The touch of your hand on his cheek is too fleeting – not that he’d ever say. “You found me.”

“What is this?”

“Date night,” you say. You spot the wine and grin, taking it to study the label. “You remembered.”

“Well, you only sent me ten texts to get some,” JJ sarcastically replies with a smile. You roll your eyes and go to dig about in his shorts for his pocketknife.

As you work the bottle open, you ask, “was it the most expensive one on the shelf?”

“Of course,” JJ says, as if insulted you would expect anything less. You glance up at him, bemused. At your struggling to open the wine, JJ takes it from you and does it himself. He fills the quiet (and blocks out your protests) by asking, “what’re we doing here, anyway? Property hunting?”

“It’s date night,” you repeat. Yeah, doesn’t help.

The cork pops out the bottle. JJ goes to toss it but you stop him, taking it and silently putting it in his pocket, a little embarrassed. It makes JJ smile though. The soft parts that you let him see, like your sentimentality, are like catching glimpses of shooting stars. He noticed about two weeks into officially dating you that you had an affinity for keepsakes. Pressed flowers from your walks; seashells from surf dates; the cut-out front of a condom packet, which you eventually confessed was from the first night you two spent, officially together. Whilst JJ had ragged you endlessly, he couldn’t deny that it was unexpectedly adorable.

You take his hand and intertwine your fingers, guiding him down the street. He swigs from the wine and passes it to you, taking a moment to take in the sight of you. Your dress fits snug around your waist, turning tight against your chest. Thin straps over each shoulder. It hangs loose and pretty, ending just before your knees. As you walk, the barely-there breeze from midnight makes it sway. Then he’s taking in the tiny beads threaded into your hair. Pink and blue and green. As you wiggle your fingers more comfortably into his hold, he feels the rings adorning your fingers against his skin, some rubbing against his own. One of them is his. A small token that he’d disguised as a ‘congratulations’ gift after a fight. When JJ had given it to you, he didn’t feel up to confessing that it was so you would have a piece of him. A silent marker that you were taken - taken by him. A symbol of his affection which he couldn’t quite put into words. Couldn’t bring himself to. But when you took it, you didn’t ask why extensively. You accepted his bullshit excuse and smiled, kissing him in thanks before slipping it on. It was too large for your fingers but fit well enough on your thumb. He often saw you play with it, as if perpetually checking it hadn’t fallen off.

“You look pretty, by the way,” he tells you. Smooth, Maybank. You’re a real Romeo.

 You look up at him and smile, almost bashful like he just recited prose in your honour. “Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself, pretty boy.”

You reach up to press a kiss to his lips, then pull away and keep walking down the moonlit street.

JJ appreciates you. He appreciates the way you don’t push him when he’s not so good at the romance part of things. JJ can talk dirty; he could say the most disgusting things that would have a nun wanting to pull a Vincent Van Gogh. He knows how to touch you to have you trembling and begging, but when things get sentimental, he doesn’t always know how to act. He often brushes off compliments with a joke and disguise his own in some stupid tease. But you seemed to notice and understand. You let JJ do things for you – like open the bottle of wine – because at some point you clocked that acts of service were the best way for JJ to show his affection. He hadn’t figured that one out: Kie had, one day when she came to the chateau to find him working on your pushbike, unbeknownst to you. When JJ explained what he was doing and why (that you'd been complaining about the chain always coming off), Kiara took the mick out of him before casually telling him that his ‘love-language’ was acts of service. Whilst JJ had shrugged it off and told her to do one, he did think about it later that day, after he gave you back your bike (which you had, in all honesty, thought was stolen) and saw how your face lit up. Felt how you kissed him in gratitude. Felt how it made his heart lurch in a way that still felt unnatural.

You take the wine from JJ, pulling his thoughts back to reality. He watches as you take a long drink.

“Alright, what’s the plan for this date-night, then?” he asks.

“So, I’m at work the other day, right? And this waitress I work with has a bunch of friends who come here during the summers.”

“Is this gonna be a long story?”

“Shut up.”

JJ chuckles. He takes the wine and drinks, letting you continue.

“So she starts telling me that this girl’s family always leaves the same day, every year, a week before school starts up.”

JJ wants to groan at the reminder that school is just around the corner. Joy, oh, joy.

“So, there’s this big empty Kook house, right? I think, hm, that’s sort of interesting, but don’t deep it all that much. But then she starts telling me how they’ve been having problems with their security and that they were kinda reluctant to leave. They did anyway, after finding out they can get the stuff fixed on the twenty-seventh.”

JJ’s furrows his brows as he processes all the parts of your story. He looks down at you, passing the wine. You take a drink and then grin up at him, becoming giddy.

“So now I’m like: there’s a kook house with no security, no working cameras, and nobody home. Then, the pièce de résistance happens.”

JJ can’t help but mirror your grin, still a little sceptical. The two of you turn down a dark alley as your story begins to come to its climax.

“She starts telling me about this party this girl had there the other night and me (being the polite person that I am) asks to see some pictures. She starts showing me these garden party pics and I notice the biggest fuck-off pool you have ever seen.”

Another swig each of the wine. Your pace is beginning to slow.

“So, now I’m like: kook house; no security; no cameras; nobody home; huge pool; hot boyfriend.”

“Oh?” JJ prompts, smirking.

“And so I present to you…”

You come to a stop and detach your hold from his. Moving to stand in front of him, you gesture to a tall, black-painted fence grandly, as unveiling the latest Amazonian discovery.

“Date night!”

JJ nods, impressed, and holds the wine out to you in approval.

“So, our date night is basically breaking and entering into a Kook’s back garden to swim around in their pool?”

You shrug, as if innocent, and nod up at him. “Yeah, pretty much. Thoughts?”

The kiss he presses to your lips makes you laugh, but there’s no complaints as you melt against him, tugging him a smidge closer by his hands. “I think you’re like something out of my Goddamn dreams.”

“Cute,” you whisper against his lips. He tries to fight off his blush. Pulling away, you stand near the fence. “Give us a boost?”

“Yes, ma’am,” JJ mumbles.

Dumping the wine for a moment, JJ interlocks his fingers to form a makeshift step and boosts you up the fence on the count of three (shamelessly glancing up your skirt as you go). You grunt as you pull your body weight up and over. He hears the thump of your feet landing on the other side. The sight of your fingertips wiggling over the other side of the fence makes him laugh.

“Pass me the wine?”

JJ does as you ask and then he’s hoisting himself over the fence with a grunt. When he jumps down, you’re already wandering across the lawn. His eyes widen as he takes it all in.

There’s a bandstand – a bandstand­ – off to the side, alongside a lawn swing. On the patio (that looks power-jetted clean) sits a pristine table for eight, with the most high-end barbeque station set up behind. The windows of the downstairs are floor to ceiling; not one smudge or fleck of dirt in sight. He doesn’t bother to inspect the flower arrangements, but he’s sure that if he were to, there wouldn’t be one weed in sight, and not one leaf out of place.

The lights don’t seem to be motion censored because as you move towards the pool - likely searching for the button to get rid of the cover - nothing lights up. It’s only the leftover glow from the streetlights and the moonlight above that illuminate the yard and yourself.

As he watches you a moment and smiles. Calling you pretty was an understatement. Radiant might be a better match, as you smile to yourself whilst working back the cover. The dress and the hair and the detail of the wine is adorable, hinting at all the thought you’ve put into something that you seem to be trying to pass off as ‘incidental.’ Your affinity for petty crime, high sex drive and textbook rebellion nearly brings him to his knees. He wasn’t kidding when he said you were out of his dreams.

“You gonna come over or what?” you call.

“Keep your voice down, huh?” JJ says back, but does as he's told.

He takes the wine from the floor where you’ve ditched it and takes a few more swigs. The whir of mechanics is droning in the background as the pool cover peels back.

“Most of the houses round here are holiday spots,” you remind him. “I bet half of them are empty.”

“Imagine having two houses, huh?” JJ says, turning around to take in the house once more. White walls which look freshly painted...It’s definitely not the chateau or his piece-of-shit home, that’s for sure. “I’d get myself a boat house, I think. Just living on the water forever, you know?”

When he turns around to continue chewing your ear off, his words get stuck in his throat. You’re stripping out of your dress, stepping out of your shoes, until soon you’re standing in just your bralette and panties. As you toss the dress to the side of the grass, you look up at JJ and give a small laugh. Taking the wine, you ask, “you just gonna stand there or you gonna jump in?”

JJ grins, finding his thoughts, and he tugs off his t-shirt. He digs the phone and cork out of his pockets, adding them to the pile, then toes off his boots. He takes the bottle from your outstretched hand and, as soon as it’s in his hold, JJ’s smile twists into mischievous and he shoves you into the water by your shoulder. The small shriek you give out gets drowned out by the pool, making him laugh. When your head emerges, you’re raking your hair off your face.

“JJ! I didn’t wanna get my hair wet!” you cuss at him.

He rolls his eyes, takes another swig, ditches the bottle on the side, then cannonballs into the water. He hears the crash as he breaks through the surface mellow out by the weirdly soothing lull from being underwater. Swimming to the surface, he shakes his head like a dog trying to get dry. As water droplets spray at you, you keep complaining. The only way you get him to stop is by splashing him. That turns into a thing of its own, and by the end the two of you are thoroughly drenched and laughing your heads off.

When the commotion dies down – adrenaline still high in the veins – JJ treads water and looks at you. You’re watching him too, smiling in content, and then you make an adorable face as if to say, ‘not a bad idea, huh?’

JJ swims over, placing one hand on your waist to pull you nearer, and captures you in a soggy kiss. When you break apart, you begin swimming backwards with a small giggle. You move to float on your back and sigh at the sky of stars.

“Imagine living here and doing this anytime you like.”

“I can see how much I’ve got in the bank. Offer to buy it off them,” JJ suggests, swimming to the poolside to retrieve the wine and take another swig.  

“Considering your ‘bank’ is a piggy bank, I don’t know if we’ve got much of a shot,” you tell him.

JJ pushes himself up and out of the water. The stones aren’t cold on his feet; it’s a pleasantly warm night. He whistles for your attention and you move to tread water again. Your bralette is stuck tight to your skin from the wet, making it nearly see-through. Nipples hardening under the cool water, they push against the cotton. JJ tries to shove the dirty thoughts that come to the back of his head for later. He then puts on a show of standing to attention at the pool side, making you grin.

“And here we have JJ Maybank, diving for the Pogues of Kildare County. He’s been training for this day his whole life. Let’s see what he’s got,” you commentate in a deep, Kentucky-type voice.

JJ snorts at your antics before gathering himself. He limbers up, shamelessly and subtly flexes his muscles for your benefit, and then dives off the side, air whooshing past his ears. Before he hits the water, he hears a whistle and whoop from you, making him smile as he sinks under. Swimming over to your kicking legs, he comes to the surface about an arm’s length away. You cringe with a smile as he shakes his wet hair out of his face. Taking you by the waist, he pulls you closer. You’re at the shallow end now; JJ settles on his feet.

“What’s the mark, then?”

“Hm,” you pretend to think. Your arms loop around his shoulders and neck, and you float nearer so you can wrap yourself around him, nearly straddling him. “An eight?”

“Tough critic,” JJ complains weakly, grinning down at you.

You pretended to debate over his words, rocking your head from side to side, pursing your lips. “It might be possible to sway me.”

“Oh really?” he says. He leans down so his forehead bumps against yours.

You let out a low giggle. He watches your eyes look down to his lips, lashes coming close to kissing your cheeks. He lets his own gaze sink down. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips. “Yeah.”

JJ presses his lips to yours.

Kissing you feels like coming up for air after diving for hours, or seeing sunlight after a restless winter night. JJ never thought he could become the type of guy who would enjoy the same person forever; thought he would tire of their way of kissing and of their company, and they, in turn, would tire of him. But kissing you never got tiresome. It was like it was always new, and yet it was never changing. The small noises you made, so quiet that if he weren’t waiting to catch them, he never would. The habits you had formed: fingers tethering into his hair, nails scratching at his scalp, and the way JJ loved to tease his teeth against your lower lip.

As the two of you make out, JJ somehow pulls you closer. One of your hands gently brushes down his chest, over his muscles, and he feels as his body responds happily to your touch. The caress of your fingers, one by one, chasing down him. The slip of your leg, tugging you closer, grinding against him. His tongue sensually brushes against yours - one of his hands coming to cup your jaw and angle your head just-so – as the kiss turns licentious. You sigh against his lips, as if breathing new life into him, and JJ feels himself begin to harden. When his hand on your jaw slides down your neck, a brief thought makes him harder still: that his whole palm could wrap around your throat in the most delicious, delicate of ways. He brings it to cup at your breast, palming over the thin, soaked fabric of your bralette. JJ briefly pulls his mouth from yours.

There’s a split second where you let out a breathless moan, head tipping forward, and JJ smiles down at you through barely open eyes.

“Ever done it in a pool?”

You open your eyes, looking up at him. He feels as you grind against him, becoming needy for friction, and he lets his thumb tease at your hardening nipple. Small pants of pleasure slip past your lips as you reply, “can’t say that I have.”

“Wanna cross it off the bucket list, pretty girl?” he wonders, resting his forehead against yours once more.

JJ likes having the control. Of seeing you at his mercy, preening into his touch, whining and desperate and lax, and all for him. Makes him feel like a young God.

Cocky, he rubs you against him with a guiding hand on your ass. “Hm?”

But JJ forgets why he’s so drawn to you, sometimes. Forgets how you’re a little too much like him. It all comes racing back when he feels your hand slipping into his shorts, into his boxers, and you palm at him, hard under your touch. He gasps against your lips, confidence killed short. His eyes slip shut in pleasure, groaning as you start to give him a hand-job.

He can hear the smirk in your words as you ask, “do you?”

Maybe it’s the thrill of it all: of being with you, of sneaking into someone’s pool, of fucking in someone else’s back garden, where if anybody took a moment to glance out their back window, they could see the two of you…JJ’s sure he’s never felt this way. Never felt so raptured; so merciless.

JJ guides a hand to your panties, slipping his fingers under the cotton that’s pasted to your skin. You’re wet against his touch (a different sort of slick to the pool water) and he twitches in your hand at the feel of it. The battle for control fades away as the two of you simultaneously work at getting the other off, desperately chasing your own highs. JJ’s fingers work between your legs, pushing into you slowly, coaxing your thighs to part under his touch. He uses one hand to try and hold you up, but as you keep jacking him off, he feels his resolve breaking. At some point, he works to have you pressed against the pool wall. The water barely reaches the top of your shoulders and JJ’s chest is halfway exposed.

He's groaning, resting his chin on your shoulder, lost in feel of your smaller hand wrapped around him. Your head is slumped against his collarbones, breath hot and fanning on his chest. It’s as if it has been filled with lead and you can’t hold it up, collapsing against him as you pant and gently moan as JJ pumps his fingers in and out of you. In and out. Sometimes your pace falters on him, your hold stumbling when his thumb brushes against your clit, but you soon recover.

The two you know the other’s body well now. There’re no scars to hide and no insecurities to shun. No cellulite or stretch mark for you to be ashamed of, and no faded bruise and semi-healed cigarette burn for JJ to overthink. There’s only you and him, and the promise of pleasure and safety.

JJ feels himself getting close. You seem to know, somehow. Your fingers loop into the threads of his hair, coiling around like a snake, tugging him so his head is nearer to your lips. He’s almost whining, eyes clenched shut, rutting against your hold as he desperately chases his release. There’s a hot, wet breath on the edge of JJ’s ear as you sinfully whisper, “doing so good for me, baby. So good.”

He can’t help but come with a shudder, gasping out a moan, trembling against you. Your name falls into the mix and your hold on him doesn't cease. JJ takes a moment to catch his breath, ensuring he doesn’t stop fingering you. As the euphoric haze begins to fade, and he manages his eyes open, he feels your head once again on his chest. You’re whining too, pitch high and eager, the sounds short as you’re gasping his name as if in plea. He can feel you despairingly driving his fingers deeper, practically riding his hand, and he smirks against the skin of your shoulder. Kisses of fake nicety as he then goes to bite at your skin, never hard enough to break the surface. You moan, louder, sensitive like every nerve ending is on fire. Anybody could hear you. Anybody could see you fucking his fingers. JJ puts more focus to your clit, applying pressure as he rubs, and you seem newly driven. Your hands grab at his shoulders, forcing your body on his fingers harder. Deeper. JJ pulls back enough to look down at you, eyes hooded, and feels his spent dick twitch at the sight of you using him to find release. Mouth hung open, gasping and panting, eyes clenched shut as if it’s all incomprehensible. Something from his Goddamn dreams.

JJ uses his spare hand to gently push back your hair from your face, swiping a finger over the apple of your cheek.

“That’s it, baby,” he coaxes. He scissors his fingers, pushing against your walls. You’re close. He can feel it. He can hear it. The sloppily disturbance of the water from your movement is so obscenely filthy in the context of what’s happening. Anybody could see you. JJ presses more wet kisses to your neck, to your collarbone. Anywhere his lips can reach until they find home on yours. “Come on, baby. You can let go. Come on.”

Finally, the tether snaps. Your moan is shameless and loud, as if you’ve forgotten where you are. As if there’s nothing else that you need to know expect that JJ’s there, easing you through it all. He feels as your walls convulse around his fingers, pushing him out and pulling him in, and he pants through his arousal as he watches you come. Watches as your teeth sink into your lower lip. As your face shines hot. The pool water droplets shining on your skin. How you’re shaking under him. Watches as you ease your eyes open, meeting his gaze. Sees the unshed tears in your lash line from the pleasure. The bashful, thankful smile you barely manage to show. There’s the feeling of one of your hands on his wrist, gently but firmly easing his touch away, overstimulated. When you gasp as his fingers slip out of you, all too easy, you’re still staring into his eyes. JJ’s thoughts are mostly vacant except for a few, and all of them are about you.  

Your hand cups at his jaw so you can pull him into a kiss. It’s fleeting and sweet.

“If we ever win the lottery, we’re getting a pool,” you tell him.

JJ laughs, breathless. “Agreed.”

“Jesus. Pretty good date, huh?” you chuckle. JJ can’t help but kiss you again.

“Hell yeah.”

You both pull back enough to take the other in fully. JJ tucks himself back into his boxers, and you correct your underwear so the both of you are decent. You look around at the garden, as if remembering where you are.

“We should probably get out of here before we get caught,” you say. You don’t sound overly concerned though. JJ smiles.

“Think we might’ve blown our cover, somehow,” he agrees.

You roll your eyes, diffident. JJ swims backwards, extending a hand to bring you with him. Neither of you look down into the water. Instead, you both swim towards the deep end again, where your belongings had been ditched. The two of you climb out into the balmy one-in-the-morning air. JJ goes to your clothes – shoving his phone and the cork back into his shorts – and picks up your dress. The two of you swap the wine and dress, you having just taken a drink, and JJ takes a swig too.

“You ride your bike here?” you wonder as you pull on the dress. It seems to be a bit of a struggle against your wet skin.

“John B gave me a lift,” JJ replies. He pulls on his shirt. At your struggle to work up the straps, JJ walks over to help. “You walk?”

“Drove. I can give us a lift to the chateau. Told my parents I'd crash there tonight,” you say. JJ nods.

Once you’re dressed, you look up at him and smile. He's heart thuds painfully in his chest. He leans down to kiss you, chaste and tender. The two of you start back to the fence. JJ boosts you over, hands the wine, climbs over himself. You hold hands as you walk to your car. Sliding into the passenger side, JJ sighs against the seat. The wine’s now empty and he shoves the bottle under the back seat. You get behind the wheel and start up the engine. As the car blinks to life, coughing up a new lung in the process, the radio kicks in. It’s tuned into some crackly channel which is only just in service, playing mostly oldies and classics. The volume is low, just loud enough to tune out the concerning noise of the engine, and you reverse out of your spot and begin down the road.

JJ relaxes into the seat, crossing his ankles. There's one of his caps on the dashboard that he left the other day; taking it, he puts it on his head. JJ watches as you dig about in the centre console for your cigarettes. Holding one between your lips, you light it up with a flick of your lighter. You know JJ doesn’t mind you smoking in the car so you don’t bother cracking a window. He watches you take a drag, leaning one elbow on the window frame, finger cradling the cig, as you use the other to leisurely steer. The roads are dead. It’s dark and your headlights are on low. JJ glances out the side window to take in the starry night, looking past his reflection in the dark. Your fingers drum on the steering wheel as Rich Girl starts up. He hears as you hum along quietly, lazy as if unaware you are, and he smiles. His own fingers tap along to the beat on his thigh. Glancing over to you, he watches you change hands on the wheel (cigarette precariously propped between two fingers). He takes the chance to grab at the hand nearest him, pulling it to his lips to press kisses against your knuckles. Your eyes flit to him as he does, smiling sweetly, and you move to interlock your fingers with his.

“I don’t want summer to end,” JJ tells you, his voice low in confession.

“Me neither,” you reply.

The radio host starts lamely interrupting the end of the song, hyping up what’s to come next for the truck drivers and road trippers, driving in the dead of the night.

“What’s gonna happen with us, at school?” you wonder. There’s an anxiety to your voice.

JJ shrugs. He answers honestly. “I don’t know. But I’m not going anywhere.”

“You mean that, right? Like, you’re not just gonna dip?” you worry.

JJ frowns. “No. I’m not gonna dip.”

“Okay,” you say, finding a smile again. You nod, looking back to the road. “Okay.”

As the song comes to a close, a thought seems to flash in your mind and your head whips to look at him. “You know I’m not gonna dip either, right?”

JJ laughs, “Yeah, baby, I know.”

“Okay,” you say, chuckling. “Just wanted to check.”

Everything about the night is infinite. The pool and the wine and the sneaking. The fooling around and the tender moments after. And now, in the car, with the pair of you easily slipping between sentimental and sincere, carefree and young. He loves that he can do this with you. Loves how he can trust you to understand him; how you’re a little bossy and a little controlling, but how you also allow him to see the nostalgic, tender-hearted teenage girl beneath it all. The girl who keeps corks from five-dollar wine and collects napkins from breakfast diners. Loves how you feel safe enough with him to mess around in someone else’s back garden; to let him have you, all of you, nearly every night.

The words come to JJ, easy now. Obvious. The many layers of feelings that he had whenever he thought of you or whenever he was around you seem so easily condensed and summarised in that one word. He always thought it would be terrifying to feel it, and even more terrifying to say it. But with you, it isn’t. If anything, it’s easier. Simpler. It encapsulates all the things JJ likes about you, and even the things that aggravate him too.

“I love you.”

Your humming stops. You glance over to him, eyes a little wide. The brief wash of anxiety that drenches JJ passes quickly when he sees the corner of your lips twitch into a smile.

"Really?" you ask gently. Somewhat disbelieving. As if there could be any doubt in his mind. As if you weren't easy for JJ to fall in love with.

JJ smiles back. It might be the softest, sweetest smile he's ever had the pleasure to show someone. Only you. "Really."

When you giggle, it's quiet; teeth sinking into your lower lip. The moonlight washes over you. Looking back to the road, you continue smiling, giddy like a school girl after her first kiss. JJ can't help but watch you. Now that he's said it once, he wants to say it again and again. He won't though. Doesn't want to be too much, too fast. But then the silence stretches too long, making him antsy.

"Any chance you might feel the same way?" he tentatively asks, hating how desperate it sounds.

Your face shocks with realisation. Laughing, you look to him. "Oh shit! Yeah, I love you too."

JJ laughs along, shaking his head.

"Sorry. Just caught me off guard. Kinda forgot I had to reply," you confess, chuckling. Rolling his eyes, JJ squeezes your hand, still intertwined with his. He's pinned each and every hope on you; every wish for the future and every regret of the past. No matter what happens now, the two of you are forever tethered to this moment and to those words. To each other.

Your demeanour softens. Bringing his hand to your lips, you press a kiss to the skin. His knuckles are permanently scarred; having broken and healed over so many times. But so are yours. Same coin: different sides. When you repeat the phrase, it's as if you're passing a secret and whispering a prayer straight to God's ear.

"I love you."

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Uncertain 01

Summary: When you find yourself unexpectedly pregnant, your future with your partners starts to feel uncertain.

Natasha x Reader x Bucky

Warnings: Uh, idk, lots of pregnancy talk, lots of doubt, lots of sexy times. It’s shameless, but it is what it is.

Words: 3.9k

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“Okay, you can do this,” you try to talk yourself up as you stare at your reflection in the mirror of the guest bathroom. “You can do this! They love you! They won’t…It’s not …” you take in a deep, shuddering breath. “It’s not that bad. It’s not that bad. Stop being a coward! Stop. Being. A. Cow-” You were cut off by the urge to throw up, yet again, and dove for the toilet. 

When you’re sure you're finished, you rinse your mouth out for good measure and chance another glance up to yourself. 

Now or never.

Nat and Buck, you’re partners, loves of your life, the most caring and loving people you’ve ever known, they’ll be up by now, probably waiting for you in the kitchen. Both had just come back the night before, back early from being gone all week. Both still blissfully unaware that you were about to turn their lives upside down.

“Okay, champ. Let’s get this over with.”

You clutched one of the dozen white plastic sticks lined up on the sink and made your way out of the bathroom.

Natasha was the first one to greet you as you crossed the threshold into the kitchen. “Good morning sweet girl! Are you feeling ok?” She stood from her seat at the bar, kissing you on the cheek as soon as you were within reach. “We were worried that you weren’t in bed when we woke up this morning.”

Bucky didn’t say much, but you could see the worried furrow of his brow above his coffee mug as he took a long sip.

“I’m good. But, uh, maybe you two should sit down. There’s something I need to say…” you said as you took half a step back and gestured to the couch in the living room. “Please.”

Sharing a quick look, so quick you’d almost missed it, they moved quietly, taking a seat beside each other on the plush couch. You start pacing, keeping yourself separated from them with the coffee table, pacing a line back and forth in the small room. Every several steps, you pause, giving them a meaningful look, even opening your mouth to force the words out, but you can’t. The stick still clutched in your hand still goes unnoticed by the other two.

“Are you breaking up with us?” Nat teases, a smirk ghosting across her lips.

Bucky whips his head towards the red head, then back to you, eyes wide and his whole body tensing. 

“Is that it? Do you want to break up?” He asks quietly.

“Fuck. No, of course not. But it’s serious! I’m…shit…well, I’m…” you sigh heavily. “I’m pregnant.” With a huff, you hold out the pregnancy test you’d been white knuckling.

Natasha is on her feet first, leaping gracefully over the coffee table and prying the stick out of your hand with ease.

“You’re sure? This is, this is for real?” She whispers as she examines it for herself. Bucky, who moved so fast, you didn’t process his movements at all, appearing as if out of thin air, is pressed behind Nat, his head nearly resting on her shoulder as his eyes are glued to the little pink plus sign on the test.

“As real as the other dozen I left lying on the sink in the guest bathroom,” you assure them both.

It’s silent. It’s silent for way too long. So long that your skin feels like it's going to crawl right off your body if someone doesn’t say something soon.

And you can’t wait for them anymore.

“Listen, I don’t know how this happened. We’ve always been so careful. I’ve stayed diligent on my birth control, even though we assumed you both were…sterile…and I swear there’s been nobody else…”

“Stop it,” Nat whispers, tears brimming in her jewel green eyes. “Nobody thought…no…nobody thought you’d…” she shudders for a moment before regaining her composure. “We know better than that. Right Buck?”

She looks back at him only to see a blank expression on his face. He’s not looking at her. He’s not looking at you. He’s not even looking at the test anymore, his gaze locked somewhere just beyond, on the carpet beneath his feet.

“Buck?” you whisper, taking a step forward to reach out to him, but he steps back, flinching involuntarily at your outstretched hand.

Your hand immediately falls to your side and it feels like your stomach has turned to lead.

“Bucky…” Natasha admonishes quietly, which pulls him out of whatever trance he’d been in.

His eyes go wide, almost fearful, and then just as fast, they go soft, and then he looks guilty.

“No…I…” he croaks, but shakes his head, as if he can shake off what looks to be an impending panic attack.

“Bucky, this doesn’t have to be anything,” you offer, voice barely a whisper. “We don’t have to let this be anything. I could, I don’t know, I could just…”

“I’m sorry,” he says as he skirts around you and Natasha, so graceful despite his upset. You barely hear the door click over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears as he closes it behind him.

He left. 

Fuck. 

Oh god, he left. He’s upset. You’ve upset him. You broke him. He’s never going to forgive you for this. You should have known better. Oh god, why did you have to tell them? Wouldn’t it have been so much easier to have taken care of this problem on your own? You shouldn’t have told him. He’s mad. And he should be. You’ve done this to them. You’ve done this to them both.

Natasha has your face in her hands, gently cooing, but you can’t understand what she’s saying.

“...hey, stop it, you did nothing wrong…” her gentle voice breaking through the ringing in your ears.

“Tash…I…” you barely manage to croak out.

“No! You’ve not done anything wrong. These things happen,” she assures you, kissing you gently on the forehead. 

You must have been thinking your thoughts out loud.

“But…Bucky?”

“He’s fine. He’s gonna be fine. He’s just…he just needs a little time.”

You aren’t convinced. 

He was so upset. 

“What about you, sweet girl? How are you? How do you feel? How long have you been sitting with this on your own?” She asks.

“Just, uhm,” a long breath shudders in and out of your chest. “Just today for s-sure, but, uh, it’s had to have been a few days I think. I don’t r-really know.

Your noncommittal shrug must give you away which earns you a pointed glare.

“Maybe a week,” You answer.

She nods. “The whole time we’ve been gone?”

“I didn’t buy the tests until this morning. I wasn’t brave enough on my own.”

“Listen to me, no decisions need to be made right now, right? Just give it a few days, let everyone process. You still need time to process.”

“He’s so upset. I’ve upset him.” you whisper, your hands coming up to hold her wrists.

“No, you’ve not. He’s not upset. At least not with you. This was just…a surprise. A wonderful surprise, but a surprise no less.”

You hadn’t realized you were crying until her thumb swiped a tear from your cheek.

“What do you say we get you in the shower, my love? That might help you feel a little better.” She suggests.

“Yeah, ok, I guess that does sound nice.” You agree, nodding your head slowly. 

When she lets go of your face, you hold one hand close, bringing your lips to her palm, kissing it. She smiles so beautifully, then disappears into the bathroom.

She’s only gone for a minute, then she’s in front of you again, helping you undress, just like any other time. You stay quiet, barely sniffling anymore as she strips you, then watch as she bares herself to you. She takes your hand and gently leads you into the shower that is now running hot, the steam billowing up around you.

“I’m sorry,” you finally break the silence.

“Hmm?”

“What if he doesn’t come back? What if I’ve ruined e-everyth-thing?” You admit your fear, screwing your eyes shut as more tears stream down your cheeks. 

“No.” She says sternly as she pulls you into her body, your face nuzzled in her neck as she strokes your hair. “You should never be sorry for this. This is a beautiful thing that’s happened, don’t you see that?”

“But what about Buck?”

“He’s scared. But he will come around. He always does, doesn’t he? He just needs a little more time. He’ll be in this with us, 100%.”

“But what if he doesn’t?”

“But what if he does? Sweet girl, just take a minute to breathe. He’s going to come back through that door, just like he always does. He just needs a little space to process.”

Natasha has always been perfect like that. Always knew exactly what to say. She always knew exactly what to do. You think that’s what made your time together so special, when it’s just you and her. She knows you. Truly and completely. 

You live for moments like this with her. Her hands soothing down your back and up into your hair, her steady fingers massaging your scalp so perfectly. She knows how to touch you, where to touch you, when to touch you. Everything with Nat is always perfect.

It must be the same when it’s just her and Bucky, you assume. There’s no doubt that she devotes the same attention and care to both her partners. She always has this magical way of making every moment, every interaction, so unique and exquisite…like you, and only you, get to see this tiny sliver of herself that she saves for you, and only you. It is always in these moments where she is so soft and delicate. And you cherish it. And her.

She washes your hair first, not letting you lift a single finger to help or return the favor. Then, she grabs the special body wash, the one she’d specially ordered from France as an anniversary gift. She uses only her hands, bringing the soap to a rich lather, then starts with your shoulders, down your arms, across your back, and then lingers around your belly.

It’s not like there’s anything there yet, no noticeable change in any way whatsoever, but she slows her movements, lingering just below your navel, where the small cluster of cells that is to be your baby are supposed to be. Her fingers linger there, tracing delicate patterns on your skin. Her touch is so warm and so soft, so distracting that you barely notice she has dropped to her knees in front of you.

“Tash…” you moan.

Then she’s kissing you, from your belly button, and down to your mound. Your release is so close, so alarmingly close, as her tongue dips to your slit and prods teasingly. Her hair is wet and silky slick as your fingers tangle in it.

“F-fuck, baby, I’m gonna-” you choke out as you are throttling closer and closer to your climax.

“That’s it, my love, come for me,” she coaxes, bringing your knee up to prop over her shoulder, opening you up wider for her exploring mouth.

Her fingers part your folds and then she slips two inside you, pushing all the air out of your lungs. She barely has a chance to curl them as she sucks your clit into her mouth, causing your release to crash over you. Waves and waves of white hot bliss thrum throughout your entire body.

She doesn’t let up until you’ve stopped shaking.

Her lips make their way back up your body, not leaving a single inch untouched. When they find yours, you moan as you taste yourself on her. She moves slow, unhurried, gently guiding you back under the stream of water, rinsing off the rest of the bubbles from your body.

“You taste different.” She purrs as she rests her forehead against yours.

You try to touch her too, to let your hands roam down the curves of her body, but she tuts as she brings them back to wrap around her shoulders.

“Please, Tash, I wanna feel you,” you beg.

She moans, your words affecting her just like they always have.

“Yeah, but not here. Let me get you dry and in bed, then I’ll let you do whatever your sweetest little heart desires.”

In a whirlwind of movement, you’re both out of the shower, mostly dry, and tangled up in one another, rolling around on top of your shared, unmade bed. Your hands can’t get enough as they grasp and caress every inch of her flaming hot skin. You dig into her curves, greedily exploring her body as if it were your first time all over again.

But, before you can get between her legs, she’s got you on your back, your hands pinned under hers beside your head, and one thigh slotted between yours. She meets you with a fiery gaze that has you reluctant to even breathe.

“I love you. You and Bucky, you’re my heart. And I need you to know, whatever happens, I’m with you. Always. If it were up to me, which I know it’s not, but if it were, there’s no question…I’d keep this baby.

“I never dreamt I could ever have any of my own. That part of me was taken away so long ago, and I try not to dwell on it, trying to never let myself linger over what was denied me…before I met you. The very first time I ever laid eyes on you, I knew you were it. I could see a future with you…with us, all of us. I saw a family. Not in the traditional sense, but it still would have been so good, because it would have been ours.

“I want this with you. And I have a feeling that deep down, Bucky will too.”

Aaaaand you’re crying. 

Your previous attempt at a sexual conquest is forgotten as you cling to her. She settles down beside you, pulling you close, tucking you under her chin. The blankets are brought up and cocooned around the both of you as she holds you just as tight as you are holding on to her.

There’s a dip in the mattress behind you and another warm body is pressing against your back.

Bucky. 

He smells of sweat as he nuzzles his head into your shoulder, his nose grazing along the length of your neck before settling into the curve.

One of Natsha’s hands move from your middle and up into Bucky’s hair, carding her fingers through his dampened locks.

“M’ sorry,” he mumbles into your skin, drawing in a shuddering breath. “Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry. I know I’m a moron. I shouldn’t have left you…shouldn’t have froze…I was…I was so fuckin’ scared…still am…I’m gonna fuck this all up, I know it…I’m not gonna be good at this…not at all…but I need you to know, if this is what you want, I want it too.”

You sob as you struggle to roll over, Nat having a good chuckle as she helps you untangle from blanket so you can reach Bucky. She ends up curled around your back as Bucky shimmies his large body down the bed and nuzzles into your bare chest.

Being settled between your two loves, warm and content and safe, you let your emotional exhaustion take over, pulling you into a dreamless sleep.

There’s no way to tell how much time has passed, but when you open your eyes, the golden light of the sun setting outside your window tells you you’ve slept the entire day away. Your body feels heavy and languid, but blissfully satisfied. Sleepily, you reach an arm out to your side only to find that side empty and cool. Your brows furrow, reaching out for the other, finding it warmer, but equally as empty.

There’s rustling around your knees, and as you continue to wake up, you note a heavy pressure between your thighs, and then warm, wet heat scalding you almost from the inside out. With a great amount of effort, you pry your eyes open to see a large mass under the blankets near the bottom of your bed.

“Sh-shit,” you moan as you feel a thick tongue push through your folds.

“Different, right?” Natasha’s muffled voice comes from under the blanket.

Bucky hums in agreement and you can feel it vibrate all the way up your spine, earning another wanton moan to spill from your lips. Hands on your thighs, one warm and calloused, another smooth and cool, is spreading you wide open. Another swipe of his tongue has your back arching off the bed, your hands scrambling to rip off the blanket, reaching to tangle your fingers in his hair.

Natasha crawls up beside you, her fingers caressing the swell of your breast, trailing down over the hardened nipple before pinching it.

“Does Bucky’s mouth feel nice, sweet girl?” She coos in your ear, her lips ghost over your sensitive skin, before she takes your lobe between her teeth.

Your thighs clench and Bucky moans as he spreads them back wide. He released one knee just to bring his fingers to your soaked entrance, teasing one finger inside, and then two. And that’s all it takes to send you careening off the cliff and into your release just as quick as the first time.

“What a sweet girl,” Nat beams proudly, still thumbing one nipple, and then moves to the other.

Bucky is climbing up your body, his scruff tickling all along the way as he places sloppy kisses all over your belly and chest, until he reaches your neck. His mouth is hungry and demanding against the sensitive flesh of your throat, threatening to suck a mark there. His cock is hard as it bobs just above your mound.

With weak hands, you push at his chest, and he automatically falls back on his heels, looking only a little concerned that he might have hurt you. You whip your head to Nat and pull her face to yours, searing her lips with a scorching kiss.

“What do you want, my love?” she asks, your teeth clashing with hers.

“Mmmm, wanna see you ride Bucky’s cock.”

It’s rare you ever take the reins in the bedroom with these two natural dominants, but oh god, for you, and only for you, they’d do anything you asked of them. They might as well have been putty in your hands, the way they bend to your will at any given moment.

Bucky takes your hands that you hold out towards him and pulls you up, pulling you against his chest and plants a kiss to your lips, then lets you push him onto his back where you’d been laying. You straddle his thighs, pulling Natasha with you, her back to your front, and you guide her down onto the thick head of Bucky’s cock. With one hand around her waist, you can feel her breath hitch, just like every single other time either of you try to take his thick length even with proper preparation. But she manages beautifully, just like always.

Your other hand trails down between her legs until you can feel where both of your loves meet each other.

“Tell me, baby, how does he feel?” You whisper in her ear, holding her tight as you roll your hips, then up, then back down, pulling her along with you, until she is settled down on his entire length again.

Bucky’s hands are on her waist, helping her follow your movements. Your fingers dance along her folds until they swipe across her clit, earning a heady moan, her head falling back onto your shoulder.

“How does it feel to have him so deep, baby?” you ask her. She can only shake her head as moans spill from her mouth. “Will you come for me? Both of you? Will you come like this?”

Your voice is soft, and oh so sweet, exactly the way that makes them melt in the palm of your hand.

You roll your hips, again and again, fingers flicking over her clit in time with your movements, speeding up their speed as you start bouncing faster and faster. Bucky has a white knuckle grip on Nat’s hip, looking terribly pained as his back is starting to arch up off the bed ever so slightly. He’s so close, you can see it in the screwed up expression on his face, and you can almost hear his silent prayer for Nat to finish before he does.

You pinch her clit between your fingers and slam your hips down with hers maybe a little too harsh, but it does the trick. Tasha is screaming her release as Bucky groans his own as well.

Holding her shaking body against your own feels as if you also came again.

You ease your fingers from her, moving slowly to bring her down easily. Bucky helps by guiding her up and off his length, his cock falling out of her with a slick ‘pop’. You try to lean to the side, guiding her to lay down with you, but she's too fast. You’ll never know how she moves the way she does, but somehow she has managed to switch places with you, rolling you to the middle as your head hits the pillow, secure between both their bodies.

And it’s nice, feeling them on either side of you. It feels safe. And warm…maybe a little too warm if you were honest, but it was comforting nonetheless.

Arms and legs and hair are all tangled into one large mess as the three of you lay together, not a stitch of clothing between you. The quiet that settles is comfortable, and for a moment, you forget about everything else that happened earlier today.

“Are you ok?” She asks you as she burrows into your sweat damp hair.

“Hmm? Oh. Yeah. I think so. What about you?”

“Mmm, perfect,” she answers.

“And you, Buck? Are you ok? I know what you said, but you don’t have to be. If this isn’t the right time, then it’s not the right time.”

Natasha freezes on your other side, but doesn’t say anything.

“Nah, I’m good. Really. Steve knocked some sense into me,” he chuckles, also snuggling into the mattress and you to get more comfortable.

“You mean he kicked your ass for being so stupid,” Nat grumbles, nuzzling deeper into your hair.

“Hey now, he wasn't stupid,” you admonish weakly. “It’s a big deal. This is a potential whole ass brand new human being we are talking about.”

“Nah, she’s right, I was being stupid. I mean, yeah, I’m scared. I’m more terrified of this than I have been about anything else in my entire life. I don’t know how to be a father…I’m barely a good partner, but…” he takes a deep breath and smiles as he releases it. “But as long as I have the both of you, I know everything will be ok.”

“Like I would ever let you fuck this up,” Nat quips, words still muffled as she softly kisses the soft spot under your ear..

You giggle as Bucky blindly swats at Natasha, earning a slap in return. Which quickly escalates to the two of them flailing at each other over your body, hitting each other in a playful manner while you can only lay there and laugh between them.

“By the way,” Bucky adds as everyone calms down again, “Steve says congrats. And that he’ll be exceptionally upset if we don’t name it after him.”

“Oh my god,” Nat groans, earning another peal of laughter from you.

And at least for this moment, your future doesn’t seem as uncertain as before.

Chapter 2

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[1nephthys]

The rings.

This is actually part 2 for the ring but honestly, you won't miss anything without reading this first part (besides super cool plot ofc). Also, Charles won the championship and Sebastian Vettel is here too because this man own my heart. Hope you enjoy it!!

Word count: ~2.3k

Warnings: suggestion of smut but nothing too graphic, my English and rainbow throwing-up sweetness.

Charles felt like he had been standing there for years. His hands were a little sweaty and his tie cutting out all of the air that was supposed to go to his lungs.

His brother noticed that but as the good brother that he was, he just send him a cheeky smile and shook his head. Beside him, his best friend Pierre and his other friend Carlos looked at each other, both of them with the same thought behind their eyes: How did that girl manage to still make this guy that nervous?

Finally, piano music stole everyone's attention but not for long because a few seconds into a romantic song, everyone's eyes landed on Kika wearing an amazing, long dress and holding the hand of a little girl dressed in the same color. Sebastian looked proudly at his daughter as she was throwing flowers at his old teammate's wedding.

And that might get Charles's attention for a second, sending a grateful smile towards the older, retired driver but that was until he noticed the one and only he was waiting for that day.

He had to blink away the tears in his eyes to actually be able to look at his almost-wife. More than once, hell, probably more than a hundred times in his life had he imagined her in a long, white dress but non of his visions were even close to the sign before him. He was glad that the aisle she had to go through was so long because he had enough time to take a little tissue from Lorenzo's hand and wipe away the tears that still managed to fall from his eyes and still had a second to admire her.

"Hi" she said in a whisper, not trying to break the silence that was there when she reached him. She had her veil behind her and her friend made it lay prettily on the few steps behind the couple, she herself adjusted the front part, that was covering her face and part of her shoulders. She looked at her soon-to-be husband though see-though material with tears in her eyes.

"Hay", he answered with a deep breath as he grabbed her hands. It was happening, he really needed to calm down before he forgot his whole speech. "You look... Amazing." He complimented her.

"You too, but you need to stop before I cry. Literally took too long to do this make-up." She said quietly, making him, her bridesmaids, and his groomsmen letting out a little chuckle and leaving the rest of the guests clueless.

(no idea what weddings look like in different cultures so you just gotta imagine that, but the vows are always cute af)

Soon enough, the ceremony started. "And now, it is time for vows." The older man next to the couple said.

Y/n took a very, very deep breath, knowing that she is going first. "Charles, I met you all those years ago, back when non of us were even thinking about marriage, we were too young to think about settling down but now, there's nothing I want more than settle down with you. You came into my life unexpectedly and turned it upside down, but actually, you turned it back the right way. You brought calmness and love into my life, two things I'd been crewing badly. Standing there today, I want to promise you, to always be your proud wife and be there through every up and down. Hold your hand during storms and tsunamis. Wipe away your sad tears and keep the happiest smile on your face. Hand you a glass of water in sickness and take care of you. Always be your number one fan. Stand like a wall behind you, be your shoulder to cry and best friend. Because as long as I got you, I will be alright because I love you more than I love life itself." Charles squeezed lightly y/n hands and send her a grateful smile as she let out the next deep breath she had been holding.

"Y/n, we both know that my speech had no chance to beat yours, so I'm glad it's not a competition. You always been smarter with your words than me, actually, I believe that you are just smarter than me, but that's okay, that's on my list of reasons why I love you. I would read it to you but I'm afraid that we won't have that much time in our whole lifetime. I would rather spend it finding out the next things to add to this list because I know you will never stop surprising me. You are the best thing I have in my life and I am incredibly grateful to my best friend and his wife for finding you because you are my person. I might have won a few things in my life but winning over your heart was definitely the best and the most important of them all. I, also, want to promise you my whole lifetime, my love, and every little piece of my heart. I promise to guide you through everything we will be facing together, be proud of you, and keep you by my side 'till the day my heart stops beating."

If y/n didn't make all of their guests cry, now adding Charles's vow, they for sure were. Even Arthur put his pride aside and lost the bet with his friend that he wouldn't shed a tear.

"Now, you can exchange your rings." The little girl appeared again and handed y/n and Charles two, beautiful rings.

"Thank you." Charles said quietly to her as he take a smaller one and grabbed y/n's hand. With both of their hands a bit shaky he somehow managed to put it on her ring finger and after he admired it for a second, he let go of her hand so she can grab the other one too.

"Thank you, sweetheart" She said to the girl again and with a big smile on her face little girl ran to her father, mom and siblings. This time y/n put the ring on Charles's hand and lifted her eyes to look at him through the material on her face.

"I now pronounce you wife and husband! You might kiss the bride!" Was heard across the building the clapping begin but it wasn't matter, not when Charles carefully lifted material on y/n head and sneaked under it too, putting it over both of their faces now. There was something magical with the way their eyes met and the way Charles put his hands on y/n checks. She put one of hers over his and the other on his neck as he pulled him closer for the kiss. Slow, and oh so loving. Kiss, that turned into a wide smile even before they pulled away from each other.

"I can't believe you are actually my wife, Mrs. Leclerc." Charles whispered close to her face. Oh, how sweet that sounded.

"And I can't believe you are my husband" She answered him.

He grabbed her veil and helped her put it back so her face was fully seen now. Then he grabbed her hand and made their way to the door as their friends and family clapped for them.

The wedding was magical. And oh, the party was magical too.

"Sorry, may I have everyone's attention?" Y/n heard Pierre's voice through the spikers and she looked at her husband in terror but he only laughed knowing that his very drunk best friend is about to make a fool out of himself "Thank you." He stared again and then cleaned his voice. "We are here today to celebrate the love of my lovely friend Charles and his wife, Y/n. When I and my wife set them up a few years ago, I never thought we would end up here. Like yeah, he was cool for a few dates but I never thought he would pull her that much."

"Wow, thank you, mate." Charles yelled at his friend as he squeezed y/n waist a little bit more as he made a few guests laugh with his comment.

"Don't lie to yourself. You may have a pretty face but you still can't form a proper sentence in front of her. Lucky matherfucker. Anyway, setting you two together was probably one of the best things I ever did. And I expect y'all to be grateful for the rest of our lives. Thank you." Pierre put the mic aside which caused this awful noise that lasted few seconds before someone grabbed it again.

"Yeah, Pierre speaks true. Y/n now that you are truly a Leclerc, I can finally say that you are my favorite Leclerc ever. Peace out." Arthur said quickly and put the mic down, this time in a good enough place, blessing everyone's ears.

"Want to go outside for a second?" Charles practically yelled to y/n ear as the music started playing again after his friend and brother's speech.

Instead of answering him, she just grabbed his hand and pulled him towards large doors.

Outside, he started guiding her towards one of the cars, not really caring whose it was. He sat her on the hood and started caressing her thighs.

"Don't mind me, I'm really enjoying the party but I can't wait to take you home and celebrate just with my wife." He said, his lips close to hers but still not enough to kiss her.

"Few more hours and you have me all to yourself" She answered and pulled him for a very craved kiss with her hands on his cheeks.

"Hey! That's my car" They heard which made them pull away. "Oh, that's you. Sorry, I didn't know." Carlos explained himself, his drunk state probably made him not notice the only white outfit there. "But now that you not kissing anymore, can you please, move to your car. Preferably inside."

"Sorry, mate. What are you doing here?" Charles asked, trying not to act like he just got caught. They both acted like two kids that were doing something they weren't supposed to.

"Isa asked me to bring her the other shoes. The ones she's wearing are too uncomfortable." He explained while opening the door and grabbing nude shoes. "Please, don't have sex on my car" He said as he made his way back inside.

Y/n blushed so Charles assumed her that it was okay by squeezing her hand a little. "Don't worry, he won't remember that in the morning. Let's go back inside." He said and with their fingers together, Charles was able to feel her wedding ring which made a proud smirk appear on his lips as they went towards the party full of their closest ones.

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It was a rough hour of 4 in the morning and Y/n and Charles finally got home from their wedding reception. Of course, they were incredibly happy to have all of their friends and family there and that for sure was the wedding of the decade but that didn't change the fact that all they wanted was just each outer.

Y/n dropped her body on the couch as Charles unbuttoned his shirt and got on his knees to help her take off her shoes. His feet hurt like crazy after all that dancing so he couldn't imagine how she felt in those heels. After her feet were free he got closer to her face and kept himself steady with his hand on her waist. He kissed her lips.

"Should I help you with his?" He asked referring to her dress.

Before she answered she gave him another kiss "Please."

So, he pulled her up to stand on her feet and started undoing the corset of her dream wedding dress, he was really slow with it. His fingers were brushing her back from time to time and his lips were doing the same on bare skin of her shoulder.

She turned around in his arms as he finally completely undid it and put his hands on her waist. Her own went straight to the back of his neck as she pulled her closed and placed her lips on his in a loving kiss.

Charles was quick to put his hands on y/n thighs and without breaking the kiss he carried her to their shared bedroom. He put her on the bed and hovered over her supporting all his weight on his palms beside her head. Her hands wandered down to fully take off his fancy shirt and then even lower, to undo his belt.

She stopped when his sweet kisses hit the soft spot on her neck, making her moan, one of his hands went lower almost where she needed him the most.

"Charles, please" She whispered, as her hand run through his hair.

"Let me enjoy my wife for a bit." He answered.

And with that, she knew they were in for a long ride and she was right because the rest of the night or more like, the early morning they spend tangled in sheets together, for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Leclerc.

a/n. Hope you enjoyed it!! I'm planning to write more for Charles but honestly, every time I try writing a series I just lost interest in it so as much as I want them to have babies, it won't be part of this. Also, I really want to write sth for Lando, so feel free to request:) Kisses xx

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[be-my-ally]

I Feel The Earth Move

for the prompt: something weather related. (wow, a genius must have come up with that)

I, I don’t know how or when this turned into 5k (7k now), I truly don’t - take it from me, nothing happens in this fic, it is pure (somewhat domestic) fluff and smut. It’s also - well, this is probably the closest you could get to a peek inside my brain of my current favourite sleep/daydream fantasy - i.e it's just reader and elvis having a chat?

warnings: 18+, smut (of the gentle kind), slight body-negativity (from reader, about herself). Because this is fanfiction, suspend your disbelief and assume Elvis was allowed a day off during his November 1971 tour during which this fic takes place, and that Joyce isn’t available. Red being a bit of a dick. I change tenses about 12 times.

1971!Elvis x fem!reader – soft belly mentioned.

wc: 7.3k - idk enjoy my long descriptions of choosing pjs, and sitting around watching Elvis sit there.

(It's been so long since I posted a non-series fic, that I truly can't remember taglist info so here is a PSA to message me/comment if you want me to tag you in everything!)

Elvis had called you, unexpectedly, just a few days ago, to join him for the rest of the tour and though you’d found the whirlwind of movement and activity exciting you were already tired. You couldn’t imagine how Elvis himself must be feeling. So, you were grateful that you were stopping for a little while, even if it was just for the night. The town you’d ended up in wasn’t anything special, just a convenient stop-off for the brief rest before you all continued to the show the next night. The hours from the show the night before, and the following afternoon weren’t long enough of a break for anyone to go home and relax, but Elvis had been twitchy and anxious to do something else for the day, and you weren’t surprised to be told there was to be a new car delivered to the hotel to play around with.  

When the new, shiny, black car had pulled up outside the hotel you’d stood beside him at the window, nodding as he pointed out specific features, ooh and aahing at the right moments, even though, as far as you could tell it looked much the same as the others you’d seen him drive. But it made him happy and that was what mattered. Elvis had grinned at you and curled an arm around your waist, asking you oh so nicely if you wouldn’t like to go out for a ride with him in it. He’d had a long week, it was all getting a bit much - the tour, and the travelling and he just wanted to feel normal for an evening - you get that right? You’d readily agreed once he’d hitched your shirt up to brush his thumb against your skin and whispered he wanted it to just be the two of you. You would have agreed regardless, truthfully you would have agreed to anything he suggested after having had the call, so unexpectedly out of the blue, to come and spend a few days with him; you wanted to make the most out of every second.  

You soon live to regret that sentiment, however, as you hurry to the car with your arms wrapped around yourself. It’s freezing and, though it isn’t raining yet, the dark grey sky isn’t looking particularly friendly. Elvis starts to follow you down the motel steps after a few muttered words to the boys, but pauses for a moment - watching you rapidly trot to the car before disappearing back into one of the rooms. You watch, shivering from the passenger seat, hoping he won’t take too long when he appears a minute later, hurrying down the stairs himself, this time carrying a second of his coats - a short but thick suede and shearling jacket that he throws onto your lap before climbing in himself. He’s wearing a red suede coat that falls to his knees, and he’s forced to unbutton it to sit down in the car. He mutters to himself about it, as he stands back up before finally getting in and slamming the door shut. He glances over at you,  

“Look - get that on ya now, there we are - I’ll, I’ll turn the heat on in a mo, once we’ve got her running.”  

“Thank you,” You shoulder into the jacket gratefully, “I didn’t realise it was so cold.” He hums at you, twisting the ignition and sending the car purring to life. He grins at the engine noise, turning to look at you with boyish delight.  

“Alright then, honey, let me show ya what this can do.” You squeal as he takes off, and he laughs as you grab at the handle while he wildly turns the first corner, calming down a little himself once he was on the open road. He sings along to the radio, The Temptations are playing, Just My Imagination, and he hums along to the words he doesn’t know, singing the ones he does. It’s absurdly endearing and you’re momentarily breathless getting to watch and hear him like this. You have no idea where you are, too distracted with watching him than the passing scenery. He’s so pretty in the early evening light, happy and relaxed. He taps his hand on the wheel to the beat, moving his head, turning to sing to you. You smile, overwhelmed but not wanting to scare him off and unsure how to respond, but he clearly understands your facial expression and appreciation, offering his palm up on your thigh for you to hold.  

You drive in what feels like an endless combination of loops and “Which way looks exciting baby? You wanna go left or right here?” until, somehow, it’s been almost two hours and you were passing through a small town on the outskirts of the city, gaining more and more distance from the hotel. If you’d started to pay any attention to your surroundings you’d realise you were starting to recognise them.  

The storm starts slowly, just a little rain, a grey cloud here and there, and Elvis ignores it as he drives, laughing when he drives through a forming puddle and splashing up the water onto the windows. Simply turning his radio up higher in response to the worsening rain patter. You’re showing him your fully choreographed dance routine to I Feel the Earth Move, and he laughs at your wiggles and shakes while you giggle performing it, signalling to the sky and emphasising the ‘tumbling down’ lyric that matches the downpour picking up.  

Almost at once, as the rain increases in tempo, the car starts to slow, sputtering and shuddering to a halt. The radio keeps playing although you immediately reach out to turn it down,  

“Uh… what, what’s happened?” You have no clue about cars, but you’re hopeful Elvis might have some idea. Elvis growls, trying to turn the ignition again, the car sputters but refuses to start.  

“Fuck, fuck, just fuckin’ great man.” He slams his hands on the wheel in frustration, and you flinch, turning to look wide-eyed out into the rapidly darkening evening sky, stormy and intimidating, the rain falling into flowing streams down the road. Elvis tries again, yanking his glasses off like that might make a difference, but it just won’t start and though you really don’t want to annoy him any further, you have, while peering over at him, noticed something that might be related to your sudden lack of power.  

“Um, El, is - is that the gas blinking at you?” Elvis lifts his head up from the wheel, frowning at the fuel indicator. He swears again,  

“Fuckin’ piece of junk - it must be broken already! I swear, honey, it had a full tank when we left - didn’t, it gave me no ind’catshun it would do that.” He shakes his head, muttering about a hunk of junk new cars while the E continues to flash. You worry your bottom lip between your teeth,  

“Uh, well, at least we know what the problem is,” You rack your brain for a solution, “We’ll just have to get one of the guys to run us some gas!”  

“Yeah real smart idea, ‘cept we don’t have a phone.” You whirl around to look into the backseat but sure enough, no phone. “In the goddamn middle of nowhere,” He slaps the wheel again. You look out of the windows, realising with a start exactly where you were. You debate for a second if you should confess but the rain picks up again, hammering down even harder than before, and you realise you don’t have a choice. “Guess our only choice is to go knocking on some people’s doors.” He sighs, putting his head into his crossed arms on top of the wheel,  

“We-e-ell, not quite.” He rolls his head to peek at you,  

“What d’ya mean?” You blink at him,  

“Uh, my house is right around here. Just - just a little past that next corner.” Elvis sits fully upright, mouth agape, with a furrow forming in his brow,  

“Your house? Around that corner?” You nod, anxious that he’s about to be mad that you hadn’t told him. He side-eyes you suspiciously,  

“Thought you were from…uhhh, wasn’t it, uh, Louisville?”  

“Well - yes and no, that’s where I go to college - my parent’s house is right around that corner ‘s only about another, I don’t know - maybe a 20 minute walk?” Elvis looks at you a little strangely again, but after he looks up at the sky, he nods.  

“We’ll have to make a break for it I guess. Not quite how I planned the evenin’ - your folks be ok witchyou bringin’ me home?” You nod,  

“Course! And, well, they’re visiting my aunt at the moment up in Chicago anyway - she’s just had another baby.” He pauses looking at you questioningly,  

“And you didn’t wanna go? Don’t women like babies?” You roll your eyes,  

“God, no I didn’t want to go! What can they do at that age anyway?” He frowns like he’d wanted to protest your point, but then realises he can’t deny it’s true, “I’ll go and see her when she can stand and look at me - and, well, I, I, I had plans made by then anyhow.” He grins at you and pleased that he liked your plan you continue,  

“I can’t promise the fridge’ll be stocked, but there should be something we can eat in the pantry while we wait for the guys, and obviously we can use the phone -“ Elvis shakes his head, eyes bright,  

“Yep, needta tell ‘em where we are, wouldn’t want them sending out a search party but…” He makes a show of peering out of the window, leaning forward, “You know, I wouldn’t want to make any of ‘em come out in this.” You blink at him, it was a bad storm, sure, but it would be a push to call it undriveable, “I s’pose we may as well stay the night.” He pats your thigh and you stare at him for a second, processing, before nodding.  

“I suppose that does make an awful lot of sense. It wouldn’t be right for them to get stuck out here too…” 

“Be nice to spend the night alone with you, baby.” He winks, nodding at the door, “Whenever you’re ready, hon, lead the way, I’ll follow you.”  

You’re both soaked through by the time you reach the little front porch. Although your matching suede jackets had done the job of keeping some of the rain off, you had had still been out in the rain for a little too long - it had been a rapid walk, or slow jog for about fifteen minutes before you’d reached civilisation, frantically picking up the pace as thunder started to rumble overhead, for the last few minutes of dashing to your street. You scramble under the little decorative frog on the top step for the spare key, desperately hoping your mother hadn’t decided to move it while they were away. You hold it up triumphant, oblivious to the way the moonlight was reflecting off your blouse under Elvis’ open jacket, the rain making the white totally see through. Elvis grins at you encouragingly, and you open the door with a flourish, allowing you both to tumble into the empty house. You slam the door shut, leaning against it, dripping wet, to watch Elvis look around curiously and you anxiously begin to fill the silence. 

“Um, I don’t know what clothes I have here - but, I definitely have something and I’ll bring down something for you, uh, you’ll probably have to wear my father’s pyjamas, and he’s a touch bit bigger than you, but we have a dryer!”  

“Thank you sweetheart, that’s mighty kind of you -“  

“So, I can get your clothes dried for you.” Elvis is looking at you with bemusement, and you can feel yourself rambling, and you force yourself to take a breath before continuing, “I’ll have to check if daddy’s left the water on - we might have to make do without a shower, but I’ve got plenty of blankets to warm us up instead.”  

“Sounds great - I’m sure that’ll -“  

“So if you just -“ you gesture to the kitchen doorway, “-I won’t be a minute, help yourself to anything you like. The phone’s just on the wall there if you wanna call the hotel.” You sprint up the stairs, furious with yourself for the rising panic you were starting to feel - what were you thinking. You were an adult, you could cope with this. You could deal with Elvis Presley. In your house. With nothing prepared.  

You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to calm down, trying to think straight, right. First things first, you head into your parent’s room, quickly finding an inoffensive pair of button down pyjamas for Elvis to wear, and you’re about to take them down the stairs when you’re suddenly made aware of the sticking sensation of your wet skirt to your legs - Elvis must be soaked through too, so you detour to the bathroom to fetch him a towel, shouting down to him, 

“El! Here ya go!” He appears at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at you with some amusement, as he tries to catch your particularly terrible throw. Clearly he doesn’t normally have his clothes thrown at him from above and it makes you laugh watching him flounder on the opposite side of his stage scarf dynamic for once.  

“ ‘re you not coming down, baby?”  

“Um, I’ll be down in just a second! Just leave your stuff on the table and I’ll run it down to the dryer in a bit!”  

“Uh, well, sure thing, honey, thank you.” A moment or so later you can hear the clinking of what hopefully wasn’t too many firearms in your house as he gets undressed and then his murmuring voice as he speaks to someone on the phone.  

You really didn’t have much by way of clothes still in this house, and even less that you would consider acceptable to wear with Elvis Presley in the room. You stare into your drawer for a little too long, willing for another choice to appear. Such magic powers are, apparently, beyond you however so there’s just the two options; a little chiffon babydoll set you’d left behind because it was now pretty much indecent, or a gingham flannelette set complete with embroidered teddy bear on the pocket. On the one hand the little babydoll set was pretty cute, but you were also freezing and warm cotton sounded appealing to your damp skin - but was being so bundled up really the image you wanted to give off to Elvis? He’d never seen you in anything but your very, very, carefully chosen outfits. You start to unbutton your shirt, determined you’d just have to freeze for the sake of fashion but as soon as the cool breeze hits your damp skin you change your mind, rapidly rubbing yourself down with a towel and changing into the snug flannelette of your winter pyjamas. When you come bouncing down the stairs he’s stood waiting for you, and you pause near the bottom, suddenly uncertain. He grins at you, reaching up to lift you down the last step, placing you right in front of him.  

He’s taken his glasses off, tucked them into the breast pocket of the shirt, and clearly had been trying to tame his wet, lightly curling hair, into some semblance of order, the newly long shagginess pushed back against his ears. The borrowed PJs swamp his frame, Elvis is far slimmer than your father, and when you look him over you have to stifle a giggle. The pants ending about two inches too short and stopping far above his delicate ankles and bare feet. He looks down at them himself, following your eyes, and where at home he might have been self-conscious, here he takes it in his stride, smiling back at you with his eyes sparkling.  

“Think I oughta wear this on stage?” He points his toes and you giggle, shaking your head, and gesture to the living room.  

“I don’t know... I think we’d make a good looking pair.” You pose with your hands on your hips, blowing him a kiss,  

“Uh-huh, sure, ‘specially with your lil’ bear there.” He flicks at the pocket on your chest and you blush,  

“They’re warm!” He grins, pushing back his hair,  

“They sure look it, you look snug as a bug.” He grabs your waist, pulling you into him. He presses a kiss to the top of your head and you melt into his hold for a moment, before he pulls away, peering into the living room. You gesture,  

“Feel free to sit anywhere.” Elvis looks around before walking over and settling in the armchair, resting his ankle on his knee. You anxiously consider your options before settling onto the couch, feeling silly for being nervous in your own home. It’s silent for a moment, well, somewhat - Elvis humming to himself as he continues to look around - assessing the bookshelves, before he finally speaks up;  

“Don’t suppose you have any smokes ‘round here?” You shake your head apologetically,  

“No - My da-” Before you suddenly remember that you do, and go running off up the stairs, hoping you were right. You come sliding back down, socks slipping on the stairs much to Elvis’ amusement as you come racing back in, but he says nothing and gratefully accepts a proffered cigarette from the box you hold out.  

“Sorry, daddy doesn’t have any cigars - he doesn’t smoke.” You add on, as if otherwise you might have been embarrassed at not having any to offer. He shrugs,  

“S’ok, I don’t mind.” You go to put the box away and he shakes his head,  

“Jus leave it there - s’alright? Don’t of’fen smoke ‘em now-a-days but when I do, I uh, I’ll have a few.” He pauses as if remembering his manners, “If that’s alright?”  

“Oh of course - by all means.” You hand it back to him, sinking back down into the couch. He leans back, the picture of ease, studying you, a glint in his eye,  

“They your mama’s? I’ll replace ‘em.”  

“Oh no, she doesn’t either,” 

“You forget where you’d hidden them or somethin’?”  He says it delicately, and you can feel him teasing you - like he already knows. You inwardly cringe in embarrassment,  

“Uh, well, my parents didn’t like me to smoke - neither of them do, they’re not - they’re from before I went away, obviously, they were in my dresser still.” He grins at your bashfulness,   

“Sensible. I wouldn’t let my little gal smoke none either.” He offers you the box, and you shake your head at his gall at offering you your own belongings, but still take one, letting him light it for you. You sit for a moment, but the silence drags, and it gets all too much for you all too fast. You get up to turn on the television, but the signal keeps dropping no matter what you try to do, and eventually Elvis says,  

“Oh, look honey, just give it up - you gotta have somethin’ else we can put on? Look there’s your records over there,” He points to the player on the sideboard, and you readily agree. He sighs, pushing up to his feet and coming to stand next to you, crouching down to cast a judgemental eye over the collection. He pats your shoulder, pointing to what he wanted on, and you immediately obey.  

You sit back down, just for a second, before you realise you were starving. “Are you hungry?” You don’t even give Elvis the possibility to respond before you continue, “Sorry, silly question - I won’t be a minute, I’ll see what I can come up with.” You disappear, rummaging through the cupboards to compile as much of a meal as possible,  

“Well, there’s not much…” You bring in the tray, “But there’s pop-tarts!” Elvis looked it over, laughing -  

“Jeez honey, you got anything not rolled in sugar?” You blush,  

“Well sure but, it’s - I’m not a great cook Elvis,” He laughs, reaching over to grab a handful from the nuts you’d found, “Besides - there’s really not much here.”  

“Nah, nah, this is great honey, truly, great.”  You hand him a cup of hot cocoa, and he’s just as pleased with that as with his tray of exceedingly random snacks, and you settle on the floor by his feet with a deck of cards. He plays with your hair as you shuffle, swearing as the intimate moment is wrecked by your yelp at the strands catching on his chunky ring.  

Once you’re untangled you suggest gin, and you play for a couple of rounds, putting up with Elvis somehow winning every time before he sighs as if bored, picking up a book your father had left on the side. He opens it up, glancing at the pages, nodding in pleasure,  

He whistles, “Whoo, boy, your daddy’s got good taste - c’mon up here and I’ll read to you, baby.” You scramble up to clamber onto his lap, squealing as he tugs you onto him more than the chair, tucking your feet into the crease of the cushion and the arm and situating you into a comfortable position. You glance at the cover, internally groaning, it’s a WWII history, and you’d really rather not at this time of the night, but it’s harmless enough to let him drone on above you, his delicate cadence and deepening voice gentle on your ears. You don’t realise you’ve drifted off until he nudges you,  

“You’re not paying attention.” You wiggle your toes, yawning,  

“Sorry, sorry I am, ‘m just warm.” He snorts,  

“You were snoring,” You blush,  

“I don’t snore,” Elvis pokes your side as he laughs, nodding his head at you,  

“Oh, sure you do.” You frown - about to protest some more but he cuts you off before you can, “I think, I’ve gotta leave for the show in, uh, ‘bout eight hours, so prolly need to get some sleep.” It had gotten quite late, and while you wouldn’t admit to snoring, you had been asleep, so you readily agree.  

You hadn’t really thought about the sleeping arrangement past taking him up the stairs with you, just assuming you’d be in together - like you were at Graceland, or in the hotel but stood in the doorway of your bedroom with Elvis now you weren’t so sure. You have no idea what it is about your teenage bedroom making you feel nervous again, you’re an adult - you’ve spent more than enough nights in Elvis’ bed and yet for some reason you feel like you’re sixteen again, nervously sneaking a boy upstairs.  

He peers around you to investigate the room, assessing the floral wallpaper and curtains. He brushes past you to take a closer look, turning in a circle. You watch his brow furrow as his eyes land on the glossy magazine pages surrounding your mirror. It’s as if he can’t stop himself, nodding with self satisfaction as he puts the image of George Harrison face down onto your dressing table. He doesn’t seem to have the same issue with the images of his younger self. 

“Uh well, here we are. I guess if you have in here, I’ll go downstairs - or, I’ll go into my parents room.” He whirls around at your suggestion,  

“No, no, wanna stay with my girl in her bed, y’can’t leave me all on my lonesome inna new place; I might sleepwalk right outta here!” You shake your head, tummy flipping, even as you smile at his vehemence.  

“Well sure, but,” You gesture to the bed, “I forgot about this.” He frowns looking over at your pink, ruffled bed.  

“Forgot about what? ‘S not got clean sheets or something, honey?”  

“No, No, of course they’re clean!” Elvis smirks at your immediate outrage, “It’s just it’ll be uh…cosy. I forgot how small the - well, it’s not quite a full” You brace yourself for a second after you say it, forgetting that you’re not on the road with the boys at the moment, you’re in your home and he knows that. Knows that even if the situation would have normally caused him to pitch a fit he wouldn’t here. Here and now he’ll be on his best behaviour, and if you accuse him of acting any differently he’d deny it with a twinkle in his eye. You imagine how ridiculously polite he would be had your parents been home; “Why, this must be your sister! Thank you for having me over, I know it’s a real impo’sitshun.” and “Yes ma’am, you have a lovely home.” all, “No ma’am I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.” and of course why yes, he is a good southern boy. Although, if they had been, he probably wouldn’t be squeezing into your bed with you. Still that was probably unfair, he really had been on his absolute best behaviour all evening.  

“Cozy is a-ok with me, baby, y’don’t mind me getting real close do ya now?” He takes a step closer to the bed, patting the covers.  

“No, no but I - you’re used to, god your bed must be four times this - are you going to be able to sleep?” You ask, concerned, and he shrugs,  

“Prolly not - truth be told, but I don’t have my med’cation either. Hadn’t expected to be out very long.” Oh, of course. You frown continuing,  

“Oh - maybe it would be better then if we split up - it probably is too small for the both of us.” He shakes his head,  

“No, no, come sit over here now, listen here and I’ll tell you somethin’.” He pats the bed and you perch onto the side of it, watching him talk, “When I was little - just you know,” he gestures to his knees to indicate his height, “Momma an’ I used to share a bed that I’m pos-i-tive was small’r than this one.” He sits down next to you, leaning back on an arm to better look over it.  

“With your Mama?”  

“Yeah, yeah, we were - lord, we were poor as anythin’ and we just didn’t have no spare money for beds or, anything- and the like; while daddy was away ‘specially.” You didn’t know any of this,  

“Oh. That must have been hard.” It’s hard to imagine him as anything less than the expensive, gaudy, generous man in front of you. But then, it does make sense - no-one who’s that giving comes from money. 

“Well, you see, I s’pose I didn’t know any different - and I love my mother, I really do - did. That’s why I bought ma house, well, why I did everythin’ I suppose - it t’was all for her really.”  

“Oh - that’s, that’s really lovely Elvis.” He nods, a little sadly, shrugging,  

“Yeah, well, never mind. I know ‘s a little weird, but it weren’t anythin-” You interrupt his bashful commentary, hating the idea that this totally natural behaviour might be something he feels bad about.  

“I was 12 before I could fall asleep by myself - my mom had to lay with me, or daddy hadta read to me - so you know I don’t think that’s weird at all El, ‘specially if you didn’t have room.”  

“Yeah well, I was prolly a little too old by the time we could ‘ford a second bed, but it’s just like what you say - it weren’t anything strange.” You nod, pleased he seems less embarrassed. And wasn’t that just a wild thought - that Elvis might be the one embarrassed in your childhood bedroom.  

“Well, in any case, there’s no point being uncomfortable - maybe we should…maybe we should try my parents room?” Elvis shudders,  

“Sorry doll nothing ‘gainst your folks, but uh I don’t much like the idea of bein’ uninvited into someone’s bed…” You nod, standing back up and starting to tug down the sheets,  

“Well then, let’s give this a go…I’ll just go fetch the spare pillows.” He looks over at you incredulously,  

“Honey, you can’t possibly think we need more pillows?” He gestures to the overstuffed bed, “I’m not even sure how you fit in there with all of them!” You giggle,  

“I do!” You start to pull off the decorative ones, “Not these ones though - I don’t sleep with these, or those.” You point to the others, and he shakes his head as he joins you in throwing them onto the floor, leaving just the main pillows at the top. It still left five pillows though and Elvis shakes his head,  

“You got an itty-bitty bed and enough cushions for ten!” You laugh, defending yourself,  

“I just like to be cocooned!” You wriggle, as if imitating being wrapped up, and he laughs back at you, eyes crinkling as he watches you.  

“Cocooned! Well, you won’t need them tonight, can just sit’ate your bitty self right by me.” You smile, and he settles the nerves that were starting to swirl in your tummy as you’d continued to prepare the bed for both of you. “Seriously though - how’d you fit all these in?” He stands back, hands on his hips trying to picture your usual sleeping arrangement.  

“Well, I normally sleep on that one there, and then those two go on either side, and that one goes ‘tween my legs.” Elvis waggles an eyebrow, before placing the pillow you’d gestured to atop ‘his’ side of the bed.  

“Oh! and a friend!” As you tossed another cushion to the floor, the stuffed bunny tucked between the pillows had gone flying, you flush red at the sudden swirl of guilt as you watch Clarissa hit the floor, “Who’s this?” You force yourself to be nonchalant,  

“Oh Elvis - don’t tease me.”  

“I’m not teasin’ honey, you tryin’ tell me it’s not got a name?” He picks her up,  

“El, she’s no-one.” You shake your head,  

“Aha! A girl bunny!” He holds her aloft, “She’s mighty cute!”  

“Really - El, I don’t know how she got there again.” He sighs, tucking her under his own arm, whispering to her,  

“She’s gonna let you sleep out in the cold, yeah-huh, you’re right, it’s not right. You jus’ wanna be warm and fuzzy too don’t ya.” Though your tummy clenches at his teasing, the way he continues to have her tucked into his armpit, carefully placing her into the bed when you climb in and tucking her back into his chest makes you feel some soft sort of way. You climb in too, a little tense at first. It’s not like you’re unused to sleeping next to him, but there’s usually just a few minutes of cuddling before he rolls away across the vast expanse of mattress. But today he holds you close, arm wrapped around - your face smushed to his chest, it’s a little strange, the combination of him smelling like your home and him. Not that he has a choice but to hold you close - if either of you tried to roll away, you’d go clear off the side of the bed.  

“Goodnight Elvis,” You whisper, and he whispers it back to you, tucking his chin over your head. You try to settle your breathing, anxious to fall asleep as you feel his own breathing deepen as he settles in. He makes a little tutting noise a couple of times, and you worry you’re encroaching on his space, so you inch away, clinging onto the edge of the mattress.  

“Where y’going baby?” He mutters into your ear, “C’mon back here.” He rolls you into him,  

“Don’t wanna smother you.” He huffs a laugh, smoothing down your hair,  

“Wanna be smothered by you.” He settles with a happy hum, kissing your head again, and you relax your breathing, trying to will yourself to sleep.  

The way you’re tucked against him means every movement feels exaggerated, so when, a minute later he starts to kick his legs down you’re forced to just put up with the motion for a few moments - until it becomes a bit more vigorous;  

“El - stop.” He doesn’t stop, continuing to kick at the bedding. “Elvis! You’re kicking all the blankets off of me.” The motion ceases, but less because of anything you said and more because he’s succeeded in shoving the sheets to the bottom of the bed. He throws himself back, laying there on his back and dramatically panting as if in relief at the temperature change. You shudder in the chilly air, “Elvis! You can’t possibly be too hot, it’s - it’s practically freezing out there!”  

“You know I like it cool, hon.” You frown, tucking your knees up,  

“Well yeah? But I’m freezing!” He rolls his eyes, but tugs the sheets back over you, leaving one of his legs out.  

“There we are see, just cuz ‘m a gentleman.” He tugs you back to him, “Now, stop ya yabberin’ on and let me get some sleep.” You gasp in outrage -  

“Stop yabberin’!! It was you! You were the - “ Elvis hushes you, play snoring in your ear, and you snort back at him, settling with your back against his chest. You’re starting to drift off a little, not quite there, but not truly awake either, when his hand, that had been gently stroking your shoulder moves down to your waist. He snuffles a kiss against your shoulder, pushing the collar of your pyjamas down. Your eyes fly open,  

“Oh!” He hums behind you, pulling you closer and curling his arm across your abdomen. He mutters against your skin, whispering into your ear,  

“You gotta be all riled up, baby - I sure am, can hardly stand it, lying here all close to you.” He’s breathy on the hard consonants, breath tickling your skin,”Just need you, honey, need you real bad.” Whether it was intentional or not it sends shivers of arousal down your spine, tummy flipping as the heat begins to pool. His hand toys with the bow on your waistband, “Bet you’re close unner there, huh? Bet you’re right and ready for me,”  

“I’m - I’m…” You can’t think of anything past stuttering at him, but it doesn’t seem to bother him, and he moves his fingers to unbutton your shirt. It falls open, and he leans back just enough to pull it off - you allow him, docile as a doll and he returns to hug you, kissing your now naked back. 

“Gonna warm you up now, don’t you go worryin’ bout that, get you all nice and hot.” You wriggle against him, unsure what to do with your hands besides clasp at the sheets, “Mmhmm, that’s right baby, bet you’re all slippery already honey, aren’t you?” You gasp,  

“I think - I think so Elvis, god you’ve gotta touch me properly,” He giggles, slipping a hand into your cotton trousers. He brushes over the wiry hair there, gently twisting a curl with his finger. Stroking down, he rubs you with a single fingertip, between the seam of the trousers and your skin, and you rock into him, “El-Elvis, I swear, I’m good to go,” You can feel his smile against your skin,  

“Uh-huh, sure are, aren’t you? Feels like satin down here, you got satin skin baby?” You gasp at how his fingers dance over you,  

“What-whatever you say!” Elvis’ fingertips aren’t satin smooth against you, a gentle rough edge that cuts through the slipperiness of your slick folds enough to make your eyes flutter closed. He withdraws his other hand from where it had been curled around your shoulder, and a moment later you feel him against your back, tugging down his trousers and letting his already hard cock pop out. He rubs against you, almost as if inadvertently, and you arch your back with a moan, he wiggles himself down to better position himself, the whole while still gently petting you. 

Your eyes re-open as he growls, pulling his hand out and away to rapidly tug down your bottoms, letting you kick them off to the bottom of the bed, before clutching at you and tugging you even closer. You lock gaze with the judgemental beads of Clarissa and gasp out a giggle before reaching out to knock her flying to the floor,  

“I can’t - not with her watching.” Elvis laughs, the sound mixing into a groan as he presses into you. You’re wet enough for him to slide in, and the angle is gentle enough that you feel just the slightest hint of a stretch while he snugly fits in, rocking into you further and further.  

It’s not a position you’re usually in, and though he can’t really see you, you feel more self-conscious than you have with him before. Elvis’ hands rove over your stomach, and you’re unable to pull his arm up like you usually would, and instead his fingers are playing around the little overhang of your belly, brushing a finger on the sensitive skin there. “So soft doll, you’re like a little baby - so goddamn soft, I could, could just sink right into ya.” You gasp, it’s so antithetical to what you expected him to say,  

“Oh,” He hushes you, stroking your stomach again,  

“Lis’en to me, ‘m so lucky, honey,” You make a noise of agreement, “So lucky, you’re so goddamn pretty, y’hear?” Your leg moves of its own accord, up a little, giving him a little extra wiggle room that he quickly takes advantage of, continuing to rock into you. His hand on your stomach has slid down to stroke the crease of your thigh, reaching around to rub at your clit, and he leans down to kiss your shoulder and neck. You don’t expect it, enjoying the intimacy enough that you didn’t really care if you achieved it, but the feel of his lips on your neck, the speed of his hand, the rocking deep into you is all enough to cause your thighs  to clench, fists gripping the sheets as you ride out the shakes of a gentle orgasm.  

Elvis follows momentarily later. He stays where he is, curled around you, slowly slipping out his softening cock, breathily heavily against your back, his hand still stroking you even as he moves his arm to rest upon your stomach. His touch briefly disappears for a moment to swipe clumsily at you with your own trousers, and with the motion you find yourself suddenly bursting into overwhelmed tears. He immediately rolls you over to look at him,  

“Oh no, baby, what’s’a matter?” His eyes crinkle at you, “C’mon now, ‘nough of that,'' He wipes the tear tracks away with a thumb and you gulp at him, breath hitching as you find yourself unable to stop, “You’re too pretty to make yourself all red,'' He changes tact, attempting the stern tone that sometimes seems to work on the audiences. “C’mon, stop it now, take it easy.” He sighs, pressing a kiss to your cheek when you can’t stop yourself.  

“I’m,” Your voice wavers, “sorry - I don’t, don’t know - I’m so-“ He cuts you off, tugging you closer to him,  

“Alright, alright, you just stay there, just let it out, that’s it, c’mere, go on, I don’t mind.” He tucks you into his chest, “Shh, shh, didn’t meanta make you cry, honey - it’s alright.” He soothes, large palm stroking your back until you calm down into sniffles. God how embarrassing, you feel stupid for it - how silly can a girl be?  

“Oh nah, now, not silly, honey, ‘s just, just the effect I have on the girls I reckon, god knows why, but seems to be the case.” You hadn’t realised you’d said it aloud and you let out a watery giggle against the soft fuzz of his chest. “C’mon now, curl in and let’s go to sleep,” He shifts a little, to make it easier for you to practically lie on top of him, he tugs the covers around you, effectively tucking you in, shushing you when you start to sniffle again, before you drift off to the sound of his steady heartbeat.  

You awake with a start, the phone ringing insistently. You quickly realise, though, that it wasn’t the phone that had awoken you, but Elvis shouting on his back for,  

“Daddy!! God I swear, Charlie!! I swear to god man, I swear to god. Someone shut that damn phone up ‘fore I shoot the goddamn thing off the wall!” His eyes are still closed even as he roars out the order and you can’t help, now that your heart has stopped racing, but laugh at him. He sits bolt upright at the sound of your giggle, blinking in the daylight,  

“El - El, it’s my phone - you can’t go round shooting other people’s houses.” He flops back, just as dramatically as last night, patting at your thigh and back,  

“Oh lord… they’ll be wantin’ somethin’ offa me - go on then little’un - go see what they want.” The phone stops for a second, and you look over at the clock on your bedside, 12:04. 

“They’re probably going to say we’re late.”  

“Late? Nah, barely, barely slept, got plenty of time.” You throw the alarm clock at him as the phone starts up again and, grabbing your robe from the door on the way, you start to head down to answer it, leaving him swearing behind you. 

You regret picking it up, almost immediately being shouted at from the guys on the other end of the line. Whoever had been the one calling had been pleasant enough, for the brief “Hello” you’d been allowed before the receiver had been taken over by Red and you were now near tears again at the way you’re being spoken to, told off, and degraded for keeping him out. As if it were entirely your idea, and how you can forget about accompanying him on the rest of the tour. You were, according to Red, a goddamn liability - the monologue had just turned into questioning your motives, suggesting you were heading to the tabloids any minute when the phone was plucked out from your hands. You’d failed to notice, in the haze of trying to absently defend yourself, Elvis coming down the stairs.  

“You talk to all my girls like that?” As much as you enjoy his angry tone, you didn’t love being reminded in that moment that you were probably one of many. Still, his furious expression made your heart feel like it was pounding out of your chest, a deep glow emanating. There’s silence, then, “Whatever, man, I’ll talk to you ‘bout it later, not got time right now - ‘s the car ready? Gonna be late for this show else, Colonel’ll have my ass I swear, if that car ain’t out there -“ He pauses, “Well, why the hell not? Thought you’d have been - right, okay, well that’s what it’ll have to be - just get it out here in twenty.” He hangs up the phone without a goodbye, immediately turning to you and cupping your cheeks in his hands as he kisses you. “Pay him no mind, he don’t know what he’s talkin’ ‘bout.” You nod,  

“Ok, but Elvis - you know I would never; that’s not what I’m - “ He shakes his head,  

“I know, I told you - don’t listen to a word he says.”  You do your best, even as it reverberates around your head as you collect up your clothes from the dryer, watching Elvis redress. You wonder if you should go with him, where you’re so clearly unwanted, and though he doesn’t say anything you can tell Elvis thinks you’re being weirdly quiet. It’s barely any time at all before the car outside honks, and it’s time to leave. You make the last minute decision that you’ll see him to the car, but stay behind, but as if he can read your mind, after he climbs into the car Elvis turns to look back at you, 

“You’re comin’ too, baby, right?” He holds out an arm, and despite feeling the glare from the guys in the car, you grab onto it - your desire to stay with him outweighing any worries.  

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Bound

Hello darlings.

Anyone who has been with me for a while knows this dance by now. I post, I disappear for two years, I apologise profusely, and the cycle continues. So let's just all pretend that I'm not a terrible excuse for a blogger and enjoy some mindless delicious Caspian porn, yeah?

Warnings: smut (duh), use of restraints, derogatory language, daddy/sir language, one small instance of faceslapping if that's not your jam. Ben Barnes is also a warning because dear god.

My stomach was tied in knots, goose bumps prickling all over my body as Caspian finished tightening the restraints around my wrists. He had blindfolded me this time, and it somehow made it even more exciting, bound spread eagled to the bed, completely helpless and unable to predict what he was going to do to me next.

“There we go,” he said softly. He trailed his hand down my stomach, making me squirm. “My pretty little slut is all ready to be used.”

“Yes sir,” I replied, biting my lip. We liked using restraints but he had never tied my legs apart like this before. I was aching already, and I knew that it wouldn’t take much teasing to break me tonight. “Want you to ruin me.”

He made a light tsking sound. “Patience,” he chastised. I could feel him shifting around on the bed, and then his hands sliding up the inside of my thighs as he settled between my legs. I trembled. “Just lie there and let me play with you for a bit.” I felt him leaning over me and his breath was hot against my neck, his fingertips teasing between my thighs but never high enough, never touching my pussy no matter how much I tried to wiggle my hips closer. “Sensitive, aren’t we?” He sounded amused. “And I’ve barely even touched you.”

“Yes sir,” I whimpered. His hands left my thighs and ran up my sides. Unexpectedly, his mouth closed around one of my nipples, and I moaned as he sucked on it. Caspian knew how sensitive my nipples were, knew that every time he sucked and licked at them it felt as though he was playing with my pussy at the same time, and I could feel him smiling against me as I arched my back. He pinched my left nipple with his other hand.

“Please, I need you to fuck me,” I gasped.

“That didn’t take long did it? My needy little slut. Daddy’s not ready to fuck you just yet.” He began to suck on my other nipple. I bit my lip and tried not to squirm so much but I couldn’t help it, I was throbbing and aching and desperate for him to fuck me, to touch me, anything so long as he would stop teasing my nipples. And then one hand was between my legs, spreading my lips, and my nipple fell from his mouth as he inhaled sharply. “Oh my god,” he murmured. “You’re dripping. You really are a little whore, aren’t you?” He gave me a rough smack on the cheek when I didn’t reply. “I asked you a question, slut.”

“Yes sir, I’m your whore,” I gasped. My pussy was throbbing.

“Good girl,” his fingers dipped down and pressed against my entrance. “So wet. I bet you’re desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”

“Please, I need your cock, need you inside me,” I begged.

He started rubbing gentle circles around my clit and I bit my lip, desperate, aching, tingling, and unable to move, completely at his mercy. “Yeah? You want me to fill you up with my cock and fuck you senseless? Make you my little braindead cumslut?” He carried on playing with my pussy, effortlessly finding my sweet spot, driving me insane with quick firm circles around my clit whilst all I could do was moan and squirm, unable to stop him because it was too much and too fast and I was too sensitive but fuck, I was already getting close and it felt so good…

And then when I was on the verge of cumming, I suddenly felt his hand wrap around my throat, squeezing just a bit too tight, and he growled in my ear. “Remember to ask permission.”

“Please, daddy, please let me cum,” I moaned desperately.

“Not yet.” His fingers never stopped rubbing my clit.

“Daddy,” I cried. “Please, please let me cum, I’ll be so good I promise, just please let me cum!”

“Okay baby, you can cum,” he pressed just slightly harder on my clit, and I came almost instantly, the wave crashing over me and sending electric through my veins, cunt spasming uncontrollably and hips rising up off the bed, crying out in pleasure and pain as he continued toying with me and coaxing me through my orgasm, murmuring “There we go, there’s a good girl,” all the while. When I had finished coming down, he pressed a kiss to my temple through the blind fold.

“Thank you daddy,” I smiled, and when he replied I could hear the smile in his voice too.

“You’re welcome baby. Guess what?”

“Hm?”

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you now.”

#caspian x reader #prince caspian smut #narnia smut #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes smut #narnia x reader #cs lewis rolling in his grave

[leggerefiore]

Random though but Sawsbuck Ingo and Emmet getting their antlers stuck during and antler fight

cw: sawsbuck submas,

pairing: Ingo/Reader,

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Ingo grunted as he tried to pull himself back from Emmet. This caused the younger twin to cry out and make him freeze in the middle of his step. A few more tentative tugs of his head proved fruitless, as did Emmet's own. The Sawsbuck hybrids had heard of situations like this before but really never expected to find themselves in it. It was a simple tussle. Emmet had mostly started it because he was bored.

Now they were stuck.

It really hurt to have their necks stuck in that position, but pulling away caused more pain for both of them. Emmet's smile had fallen as it seemed to shift into a more contemplative state. Ingo felt annoyed. He was the older brother. He should have told him no and stopped this from ever being a possibility. Yet, somewhere, he enjoyed messing around much like they used to during their Deerling days. A sigh left him. Reaching a hand proved not to work either.

“Are we going to die?” Emmet spoke unexpectedly, eyes looking at the ground. Now Ingo felt worse.

“No,” he reassured him, “We'll get out of this. It might… just take some time. Let's stay calm for now.” The words appeared to have soothed the younger twin, as Ingo thought about other ways to get out. Breaking an antler would not be preferred, but between that or dying. Ingo wanted to groan. He would be the one losing an antler, he knew. The idea of causing Emmet that much distress upset him greatly.

Just as he was about to propose that suggestion when a familiar voice called out their names. They both tried to turn their head in the direction it came from in sync, but the tugging led to more pain, so they both froze and nearly fell. You broke out of the tree line moments later, a bit stunned to see the deer men in their predicament.

Ingo felt embarrassment pang in his heart at your expression, while Emmet suddenly turned frustrated, upset by being seen in such a vulnerable state. A small laugh came from you as you stepped closer to them. They were certainly interlocked. A joke to call them conjoined crossed your mind, but you held back. Instead, you asked them what happened and listened to Ingo's bereft explanation. An urge to scold them also had to be repressed.

Reaching a careful hand into the mess of wooden antler, you carefully worked to undo the mess the two had themselves into. Many complaints were vocalised or whined as you tried to work in a manner that hurt them as little as possible. Eventually, they pulled back from one another, not having lost a bit of their extensive growth. Emmet almost instantly trotted off, clearly too embarrassed to face you, while Ingo laid down on the grass to regain himself.

Your kindness had truly saved them a lot more pain. He gazed at you gratefully. “Thank you, dearest,” Ingo spoke genuinely and lightly clapped his hands, “I was about to suggest that I break one of the antlers to free us, but you came just before I could.” Your expression shifted into a pout. A quick stride over to him had you cupping and squishing his cheeks.

“You and your self-sacrificing nature,” you shook your head, “Stop that. Emmet would have felt bad, and you know it.” Ingo's heart raced. Why his younger brother surely would have felt bad, it would have been for the greater good for both of them. “And besides, you two like to match. He'd probably end up breaking off some of his antlers to mimic you.” Ingo gasped. He surely would not! There was no need.

Though, upon considering it… Ingo sighed. He would. Emmet absolutely would.

“Yes, yes… I'm sorry,” he nodded, “Next time, I intend to prevent the situation of his becoming locked up from happening in the first place. No more battling.”

You truly wondered how long that would last.

~

“Are you feeling okay now, Emmy?” you asked the Sawsbuck hybrid after he returned to your cabin by the evening. He still seemed a bit upset, but mostly in a better mood. You offered him a doughnut and giggled when he eagerly snatched it away and ate it. His mood perked even more up as he suddenly whisked you into a hug.

“I'm verrrry sorry you had to see us like that!” he whined, “We made you upset. You looked so hurt.” You sighed and returned the affection to the poor guy. Was that really it? It appeared to be embarrassment, but…

“It's alright,” you reassured him, “I'm just glad you two were fine in the end.” Emmet nodded quietly yet refused to let you go. You decided to let him have this for a while.

Until Ingo popped out of cabin, wanting to cuddle up to you for the night.

#pokemon x reader #ingo x reader #pokemon ingo x reader #ingo/reader #pokemon/reader

[crabcollectorskykid]

May i request some neteyam x male reader fluff? Maybe just both of them floating around on an ilu watching sunset? I'm honestly so thankful because all i've seen avatar x readers are usually fems, so thank you for that! ^^

-🐟

Neteyam x M!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none, except for an oblivious neteyam

Pronouns: he/him

Summary: (___) and neteyam watched the sunset together when (___) decided to confess his feelings

A/n: heyy, sorry it took a while. There might be some grammar mistakes, sorry for that

Neteyam tries to peek through his blindfold but was met with a slap on his wrist "Ow!" He exclaimed, rubbing his wrist.

"No peeking." (___) said, neteyam groaned and held (___)'s waist tighter "fine but are we atleast there yet?" Neteyam asked, (___) hummed "mhm, be patient" he said and giggled a bit. Soon after they stopped moving.

"Alright, you can take off your blindfold now." He said, after he said that neteyam took off his blindfold and was met with a beautiful view of the sunset "wow.." (___) chuckled at the sight of neteyam in awe. (___) can't help but stare at neteyam, he tooled notice of this a raised his none existent eyebrow "what? Is there something on my face?" He questioned, (___) shooked his head and said "the sunset matches the color of your eyes and you look really cute." unexpectedly making neteyam's face turn purple and giggled "jeez, you always have a way to suprise me do you" he said trying to hide his face using his hands. Both of them continued to watch the sun set when neteyam decided to ask something "why did you take me here?"

"This is the spot I always go to see the sunset and the sunrise, I wanted to share this moment with you...and I want to ask you something" (___) hesitated to say it but neteyam encourages him to continue "what's the question?" He asked.

(___) sighed and gained confidence, "Neteyam, for the past few months I've had this weird feeling in my stomach whenever you're near me or when you try to talk to me. You always fluster me with little to no effort without you noticing, and it's honestly cute" he said, neteyam turns purple because of the blood going up to his face because of how flustered he is but he is still confused on what (___) wanted to tell him, (___) took noticed of this and pinched the bridge of his nose because of neteyam's obliviousness.

"Seriously you don't know what I'm trying to say-Neteyam I'm inlove with you." (___) spilled the beans and neteyam was shocked from the confession, he didn't even noticed that he was staring (___) too long without answering "helloooo? Yam-yam, don't leave me hanging without an answer you're making me worried" Neteyam finally snapped out of his trance and blushed from the nickname (___) gave him "I like you too! But I was too scared to tell you because I thought you only saw me as a friend" Neteyam said, "Yam-yam, I literally gave you multiple hints that I like you. I gave you a kiss on the cheek before." (___) said with disbelief from neteyam's obliviousness.

"I-I thought that was a friendly kiss on the cheek!" Neteyam defended "Neteyam, who would kiss their friends and then consider it only as a friendly kiss." (___) and neteyam was playfully arguing about his obliviousness not noticing their group of friends spying on them.

"About damn time he confessed, I was about to spill the beans myself" lo'ak said, Tsiyera & kiri giggling at the statement. "...Lo'ak if your brother ever breaks my brother's heart I will rip you guys into pieces" Aonung threatened even though he didn't like the idea of the sully kids dating his brother, he accepted it since it made his brother happy. "The same goes for yours" Lo'ak replied.

#neteyam #avatar 2 #neteyam x male reader #neteyam x reader #avatar 2 x reader #x male reader #lo'ak #aonung #tsiyera #metkayina #rotxo

[xoxodiluc]

tell me that i’m all you want, even when i break your heart | diluc ragnvindr ( genshin impact ) x female! reader

genre angst

summary y/n l/n, a member of the fatui who preferred keeping a low profile, unexpectedly becomes close to the darknight hero who happens to be the rich tycoon, diluc ragnvindr, later falling in love with him when she shouldn’t.

cw fatui! reader, spoilers if you haven’t read the genshin webtoon, spoilers for inazuma quest act III - duel before the throne (!!!), mentions of fighting, mentions of death | not proofread. no beta we die like hilichurls / i don’t think i’ve understood or researched enough about the connection of the fatui and diluc, so please let me know if i made any mistakes!

notes the title of this oneshot is from taylor swift's song "afterglow"! i just thought the lyric fits well with this work :) idek what this is tho

As a member of the Fatui, you are to serve the Tsaritsa and follow the orders of the Fatui Harbingers.

After your superior, La Signora, was killed by the Raiden Shogun in Inazuma, you were stationed back to Mondstadt. Some of your comrades wanted so badly to seek revenge after Signora's death, but you couldn't care less.

She was just your superior that you take orders for. Now that she's gone, she's nothing. You only ever cared about getting the job done and never concerned yourself with your personal feelings.

Now, you have yet to be a subordinate to one of the Harbingers left.

What you hated the most about in Mondstadt is staying at the Goth Grand Hotel. Sure, it was luxurious and you had your own room, but the Fatui agents were annoying, brawling about who owed them money for wine. Every time. It was stupid.

Another brawl happened once again, and this time you have had it — so you left the hotel at midnight.

You had a coat draped over your Fatui uniform when you left, and thankfully most of the people were already asleep, only leaving the Knights of Favonius to guard.

They were about to stop you from leaving till you showed them your Fatui insignia, and that was enough for them to back off.

After wandering around Mondstadt for a bit, you discovered a mysterious man and a few hilichurls lying in defeat beneath him. You quickly walked away when he turned around, but he noticed you before you could escape.

"Hey, stop. Show yourself."

You mentally cursed. You knew better than to escape now. You displayed a calm expression before you turned to face him. He had a mask so you didn't know his identity.

…And you realized you forgot your mask in your hotel room. Shit.

You took a good look at him, and you could almost recognize the red hair, but you weren't sure since the moon was the only source of light at the moment.

"Who are you?" He asked suspiciously. You didn't want to tell him that you were a part of the Fatui — you knew how much people hated the fatui — so you lied.

"…Just a wanderer from Snezhnaya."

Seeing as you weren't much of a threat, he nodded and headed off, not bothering to tell you who he was.

The red hair was familiar, though.

After a few days, you found yourself wandering Mondstadt late at night once again as you couldn't sleep.

You sat on a rock and heaved a sigh. Moments later, you heard someone panting nearby, so you decided to follow the sound cautiously.

Some guy was leaning against a tree, head hanging low as he held onto his arm. You tried to hide to look at the person’s face but to your dismay, you accidentally stepped on a leaf, making a rustling noise.

He raised his head in alarm, then he saw you. "…It's you."

It was Diluc Ragnvindr — you realized at that moment he was the 'Darknight Hero' everyone was talking about. He wore the same outfit from a few days ago, except he didn't have his mask on.

And you forgot to wear your mask once again!

Your eyes widened when you saw his injured arm, which explained why he was holding onto it earlier. "You're hurt… Hold on." Thankfully, your vision could provide healing. You walked up to him, offering to tend to his wounds.

He seemed hesitant for a moment, but he agreed and lent you his arm. After that, he cleared his throat. "Thank you. I suppose I could treat you to a drink at Angel's Share as a token of appreciation," Then he added, "As long as you keep my identity a secret, I don't want anyone finding out what I do during these hours."

As a Fatuus, could you really be involved with him? "...Sure, and of course, I won't tell anyone."

Since that night, you started getting close with Diluc. You did a great job at not being seen by the other Fatui what you've been up to during your spare time.

Always accompanying him during his late night duties, or sometimes when he was the one in-charge at Angel's Share, you'd just sit and talk to him while he was making drinks for customers. You knew it was risky, this whole friendship you're developing with Diluc.

You never knew what history he had with the harbingers, all you knew that the Fatui declared him to be 'persona non grata' in Snezhnaya, and you haven't even told him you were a member of the Fatui.

The thought of telling him scared you, because it's been so long since you made a new friend.

But being in the Fatui, did you really deserve to have a friend? A friend who despises the organization you're in?

"I like you." Diluc blurted out, and you froze.

After helping him fight off enemies in the city late at night, you were both resting on Starsnatch Cliff and he just blurted his feelings out.

This is wrong.

"I… I know this is a sudden confession, and I apologize but I just couldn't help it."

This is so wrong... because you like him too.

"I like you too, Diluc."

You looked at him, and you were surprised by the look he gave you. He looked aloof most of the time, but the way he looked at you... it was soft. And it was killing you.

Well… As long as you kept your identity a secret, right?

He smiled and kissed your forehead gently, and you both enjoyed each other's silence.

For the first time, you felt incredibly happy when you and Diluc started dating (secretly).

You always hung out with him whenever he was on his shift at angel’s share (and he would steal a few kisses here and there whenever people weren’t looking… which was always successful. he just couldn’t resist you), and sometimes he would even invite you to his manor.

The past few weeks truly felt like a dream.

But you almost forgot dating him had consequences… like Mikhail finding out when he saw you and Diluc holding hands secretly in the city at night.

“What the hell are you even thinking?! That man is hated by our superiors! Does he even know you’re part of the Fatui? Because once he finds out you might get— tch!” Mikhail was angry; Lyudmila shielded you to prevent him from trying to hurt you.

“No. He doesn’t know.”

Mikhail let out a frustrated sigh. “You have to break it off with him.”

‘I can’t…’ you wanted to say, but you can’t.

So you made up your mind to tell your lover.

You had no choice.

You didn’t know the reason why he hates the Fatui so much… but you knew it was something bad enough that when you brought up topic to him, he said he’d rather be crushed to death by a meteorite than join them.

“Diluc, I have something to tell you.” You were at his manor, and he was currently cleaning up his desk.

“What is it?” He looked at you, smiled, and your heart broke at the sight, “Is there something wrong?”

You were silent for a moment, but before he could respond, you said, “…I’m a member of the Fatui.”

Diluc’s face hardened when you finally told him. He let out a breathy laugh as if you were trying to pull out a ridiculous prank on him.

But when he examined your face to see if you were joking, he realized you weren’t.

“You’re what?”

“I’m sorry, Diluc, I—“

“I didn’t ask for your apology. Why— Archons—“ He felt betrayed. His heart dropped. “So you approached me to what? To spy on me? Is that it?”

“No… no! I didn’t!” On the verge of tears, you tried reaching out to him but he moved away. “I was only stationed here… I-I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was—“

“You should’ve told me the first time we met, so then I would’ve been smart enough to avoid you.” The look of love he gave you a while ago, turned into hatred. “My father… the Fatui was connected to the reason why he died and I… I can’t believe you—“ he gulped, trying so hard not to cry.

Tears welled up your eyes as you covered your mouth, “I’m sorry… Diluc, I—“

Before you could see the tears in his eyes, he turned away and whispered, “Get out.”

“Diluc—“

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You held in your sobs as you left the manor, and once you were far enough, you cried.

Was there any point in explaining yourself when you already broke his heart?

notes idk if i should make a part two lol ..

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[teaberrii]

Chapter 5: Secrets Between Us

You've been Cupid for as long as you can remember. You've brought countless soulmates together, yet you've never found love.

When you're assigned to bring two childhood friends back together, it should be simple until you unexpectedly catch feelings for the mysterious and cold Ph.D. student, Dan Heng, the man with a soulmate… the man with answers to your past.

Dan Heng/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

By the time you return to Xianzhou, it's already evening. Walking across campus, you can't stop thinking about what Himeko told you. Regardless, you've made up your mind. You aren't going to shy away, no matter what lies ahead. You've been searching for answers to your past for God knows how long; your efforts will be for nothing if you back out now.

You enter one of the science buildings, where you'll use the walkway on the second floor as a shortcut to the station. You're about to head to the elevator when you see Dan Heng sitting at one of the tables with his laptop open and papers beneath it. His hair looks more tousled than usual, and you can see his concentration starting to wane.

You come up behind him. Then, you lean forward and say, “It’s also important to take breaks.”

Dan Heng turns around, and you stand upright. “...What are you doing here?”

“...Had something I had to do." When you look at the empty seat across from him, he subtly nods for you to sit down. So, as you do, you ask, “Are you working on your research?”

Dan Heng closes his laptop. “...That’s right.” Should you ask if he remembers what happened that night you went for drinks? Then, as if reading your mind, he looks you in the eyes. “I didn’t forget about our conversation the other night.”

“Guess you weren’t as drunk as I thought.”

Then, a ghost of a smile graces his lips. “It’s still my turn.”

“...Fine.” You cross one leg over the other. Then, jokingly, “I guess I have time to humour you.”

“Oh? Is that what it is?” Dan Heng asks with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “I thought you were making time since you approached me first.”

“I think I like you better when you’re drunk.”

A slight smirk tugs at his lips. “Yet, when I was, you said you liked me better than when I was sober.” He leans slightly forward. “So, which is it, Cupid?”

"Neither," you mutter. Though your face is slightly red, unbeknownst to you.

Dan Heng leans back. “...I’d like to know about the sparkle in your eyes. What is it, exactly?”

Well, Gepard knows, so you don't see why you should hide it from Dan Heng. 

"It's something that happens when I look into someone's desires." You're expecting a confused look, a question, or a sarcastic remark you're messing with him. But his slightly curious look doesn't change. "...I saw your desire to find a cure for The Withering the first day we met."

“...Assuming what you said is true, why did you do that? Look into my desires?”

"One question at a time." Dan Heng frowns slightly, which almost makes you chuckle. After a slight pause, you ask, "...What happened at the hospital?"

“...My professor told me they’ve admitted a patient diagnosed with The Withering. So, I went to see them as it would be good for my research.”

You’re expecting a little more, but when Dan Heng remains silent, you ask, "That's it?"

"Looks like you're just as impatient as I am."

“Fine.” You cross your arms. “Have it your way.” You catch that subtle smile, and you frown.

“My question is the same as before. Why are you interested in my desires?”

“...Because I had to know more about you.” When you see Dan Heng raise a brow, you quickly add, “It’s not what you think it is.”

“I’m not thinking anything.”

“Oh, really?” you deadpan.

Then, he smiles. “Your turn.”

“...Do you know this patient?”

Dan Heng exhales softly. “...I do. But, I can’t tell you who it is.”

It’s not like you really need to know who. At least this explains why he’s so down.

“It must be hard,” you say quietly. “...I’m sorry.”

“...It’s why I have to make progress. I know finding a cure is impossible at this stage. But, I have to narrow the gap.”

You think about telling him about what you can do. Will it help? You think back to when you granted a desire to save another person's life. While it happened, it didn't last long. That person eventually died by other means. Dan Heng will probably find a temporary cure if you grant his wish. But… will that really save that person in the long run?

“...Cupid.” You look up and see Dan Heng looking at you. “Something wrong?”

“It’s nothing.” Then, your tone turns flat. “Let me guess… are you going to ask why I had to know more about you?”

“Close enough. Why me and not Gepard or anyone else?”

“Because I’m here for a job.” Now, you exhale softly. “...But, I can’t tell you what it is.”

“...Only that it involves me?”

You nod. “Don’t worry. I’m not here to murder you.”

“I’d think if you were, you would’ve done so that night.”

“Weelll, I don’t know. Gepard told me you’re into Kendo.” You chuckle. “I might have to be careful of you.”

“...Are you into any sports?”

"I wouldn't call myself athletic, but… I'm not that bad, either. Who knows? Maybe I'll take up Kendo and kick your butt."

A slight smirk tugs at his lips. “I’d like to see you try.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Perhaps.”

“I hope you won’t regret it.”

“...Doesn't this mean you need a teacher?”

You blink once. Twice. Is he recommending someone? Or…

“I… suppose.” Then, jokingly, “Don’t tell me you’re helping the enemy.”

“...I can teach you.”

“Now I’m sure you’re out to sabotage me.”

Dan Heng crosses one leg over the other. “You admitted that you’re here because of a job that involves me. Who’s the one that should be nervous?”

“So, you’re planning on keeping an eye on me?”

You catch his small smile. “Make of it as you will.” Then, after a short pause, he asks, “...Do you have any more questions?”

It’s a stretch, but you thought you’d ask. “Do you know someone named Young?”

“No. Why?”

“...Just curious.”

“Is he someone you know?”

“...Good question,” you say quietly. “Anyway, don’t worry about it.” You take out your phone and glance at the time. “It’s getting late. Are you heading home?” When he stays silent, you frown. “Don’t tell me you’re going to stay overnight.”

“I guess Gepard’s been keeping you updated."

"...He's worried about you. When I talked to March the other day, she was also worried. And…" When Dan Heng looks you in the eyes, you look away. "...It is a little worrisome."

“Are you worried?”

“Gosh, I don’t know, Dan Heng. We’re friends, and you’ve been staying overnight at campus with… what? Just a laptop?”

“...I know of a comfortable place to sleep if that’s any reassurance.”

“You know what I mean,” you deadpan. Then, your tone relaxes. “I know you’ve been working on your research, but it’s important to take care of yourself, too.”

Then, your phone buzzes with a message.

Pom: DINNER IS READYY

And then there's a picture of a few dishes on the table… along with Pom, who has his arms spread out and looks proud of his work. Wait a minute. Who's the one taking the photo?

You see Dan Heng take out his phone. Then, he glances at you. “...Looks like Gepard’s with Pom.”

Your phone buzzes again.

Pom: Group dinner date! See if you can get Dan Heng to come over 😀

You show the message to him. “Are you really going to say no to Pom?”

Dan Heng looks at you. “...Guess I don’t have a choice.”

“Good. I don’t know how good his cooking is, so I need someone to potentially suffer with me.”

Dan Heng slips his laptop inside his bag. “Gepard isn’t enough?”

“You’d come looking for him if he went missing,” you joke as you and Dan Heng leave the school building.

“Right. The first person I’d come find is you.”

“Why me?”

“...I’d think I could get more out of you than Pom.”

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong.”

Dan Heng suddenly walks and stops in front of you. You almost bump into him, but then you slowly look up and see him staring at you. Then, he leans down to be on eye level with you.

“Am I?”

He's close enough that you notice a faint scar underneath his eye. But then, you meet his gaze, and you can't look away, and that's when you suddenly his eyes flash a sudden pale green…

“...You can’t be friends with their kind.”

You couldn’t see the person you were talking to, but from the deep voice, you assume it was a man.

“He’s not a bad person,” you said.

“He’s not a person,” the mysterious man spat. “He’s not one of us.”

“But—”

“...I’m doing this for your sake. If they catch you with him, they’ll kill him. Is that what you want?”

“...Hey.” Dan Heng’s calm but slightly worried voice pulls you back. You’re back to looking into his blue eyes. “...You're spacing out again.”

"Sorry. I—"

He puts a hand on your forehead, and your eyes widen slightly. "...You don't have a fever."

"I'm fine. Just fine."

Dan Heng watches you walk past him before following you toward the station. What is it about you that piques his interest? Well, there's the obvious: your mysterious job and the surprising revelation that you can see his desires. Does this mean you can peek into them at any time? Because if that's the case, maybe he needs to be more careful.

By the time you and Dan Heng arrive at the apartment, Pom and Gepard have already started eating. And, to your surprise, there haven’t been any casualties.

"It's really not that bad," Gepard says as you sit next to Pom, and Dan Heng sits across from you.

“Did you two bump into each other or…? How'd you end up at our place?" you ask Gepard.

"We don't have that kind of fate like you and Dan Heng," Pom jokes, and you give him a deadpan look. Before you got on the train, you'd told Pom that you met Dan Heng at campus and you're on your way back.

“Pom wasn’t sure if you’d make it in time for dinner,” Gepard says.

“Oh,” you say, looking at Pom. “You just didn’t want to be alone.”

“Well, I didn’t know if Himeko would keep you! Or if Nanook—”

Your cautious look instantly makes him stop. But you and Pom are already aware of Dan Heng and Gepard’s stares at you.

“Are they friends of yours?” Gepard asks.

You and Pom face forward, and you grab some vegetables for your plate. “Sort… of,” Pom says. Then, he clears his throat. “Nanook’s been chasing after her for ages.”

You almost choke on your water. “That’s not true.”

“Nanook… An interesting name,” Gepard says. Then, he chuckles. “This guy must really like you."

You frown. “Trust me. That’s not the case.”

“So, you aren’t seeing anyone then.”

Everyone turns to Dan Heng.

“...No,” you answer.

Then, Pom curiously looks at Gepard and Dan Heng. “What about you two, hm? You two grew up with March and Stelle, right?”

"Don't tell me you think something is going on?" Gepard asks.

“Well, both of them are so pretty!” Pom admits. “I only met them recently… but they’re also quite nice.”

“You met Stelle?”

So, Pom tells him about his chance to work as a security guard at Stelle's fan meet.

“We’re friends,” Dan Heng says. “That’s it.”

"...Here's a question," you say. "Do you believe in soulmates?"

"Why do you ask?" Gepard asks.

You shrug. "Just... something to talk about."

“Well, I don’t,” Gepard says. “It’s a nice fantasy, I suppose.”

“I don’t either,” Dan Heng adds. Then, he looks at you. “...Do you?”

If you aren't who you are, you wouldn't believe in soulmates either. But your job is to bring people destined to be with each other together. You'd questioned your role at first. If people are meant to be with each other, wouldn't they eventually meet? But, apparently, that's not the case, according to Himeko, at least. Still, it's not like you stuck around to see how those relationships turned out. Once they're together, you have no reason to stick around.

“I don’t know,” you say honestly.

"...Your nickname is Cupid, and you don't believe in soulmates?"

“My nickname has nothing to do with that,” you say flatly.

Dan Heng puts his chopsticks down. “Why do people call you Cupid?”

"You'll be going over your limit of twenty questions at this rate."

"...It doesn't have to stop at twenty."

Pom looks from Dan Heng to you and back to you. "Should I answer this one for you, Cupid?” You glance at Pom. “It’s because she’s a matchmaker!”

“Oh? Have you matched people before?” Gepard asks. Then, jokingly, “What’s the success rate?”

“100%!”

Gepard looks at you, impressed. “Wow.” Then, he chuckles. “March has been wanting to get back out there. Maybe she should come to see you.”

“...What about Stelle?” you ask.

“I don’t think she’s seeing anyone,” Gepard says. Then, he nudges Dan Heng. “Do you?”

“I don’t know,” Dan Heng says. “...I haven’t talked to her for a while now.”

After dinner, Dan Heng and Gepard offer to help you and Pom clean up. You’re in the kitchen doing the dishes when Dan Heng brings in two more dirty plates. You thought he’d put them on the side and leave, but instead, he puts them in the sink and gently nudges you aside.

“...It’s important to take breaks.” When he looks at you, both of you smile slightly. You’re drying your hands on a towel when Dan Heng says, “...What I told you today… could you keep it a secret?”

Keep what a secret? That’s when it hits you. “You mean… about you knowing the patient at the hospital?”

Dan Heng nods. “...He’s also someone my friends know.”

The thought hits you again. Should you tell him about what you can do? In the end, you say, "...Of course, I'll keep your secret. But in return, there's something I'd like you to do for me."

Dan Heng puts the clean dishes on a rack and turns off the tap. Then, he turns to face you. “I’m listening.”

“You know I’m here because of you. Could you keep that information to yourself? The fewer people know, the better.”

A ghost of a smirk graces his lips. “I see. It’s so no one will suspect you when I disappear.”

“Very funny,” you deadpan. “That’s not going to happen.”

“...When will I find out what you’re here for?”

When you get with Stelle. But instead, you say, “You’ll know.”

“Still going to keep me in the dark, huh?”

“Of course. It wouldn’t be fun otherwise."

“What happens after it’s done?” The question takes you off guard. “...Are you going to leave?”

“That’s usually what happens.” You’re looking away from him now.

“...Would you make an exception?”

The question almost instantly makes you turn back. Eventually, you look at him. "Why do you ask?”

“...I like talking with you.”

You hold his stare."Blunt as always, aren't you?" Dan Heng awkwardly looks away as you say, "Well, I surprisingly enjoy your company, so… I'll think about it."

Dan Heng looks back and sees you smiling mischievously. “...You’re playing with me.”

You laugh. “Aw, come on. It’s better than a no, right?”

Dan Heng leans slightly toward you, so you don’t see his face when he says in a lowered voice, “I’ll turn that into a definite yes.”

“Whatcha talking about in here?”

Dan Heng turns around, and you look past him and see Pom and Gepard at the kitchen doorway with a smile.

“Your face is red,” Pom says.

Everyone turns to you, and you put a hand on your cheek. “No, it’s not.”

Pom smiles. Is he just toying with you, or is your face really red?

“Is there something we weren’t supposed to see?” Gepard asks, and he and Pom smile at each other.

“Or hear?” Pom adds.

Dan Heng walks to the door and looks at Gepard. “We should leave.”

“Already?”

“It’s almost nine,” Dan Heng deadpans.

“Well, we’ll see each other again soon,” Pom says with a little smirk.

“Oh, right. Tomorrow’s the festival,” Gepard says.

“If you’re not busy, why not join us?” Everyone turns to you.

“You know, she’s right! Pom adds. “I don’t want to be a third wheel.”

You give him a deadpan look just as Gepard asks, “Would you mind, Dan Heng?”

“Why would I?”

Gepard chuckles.” Oh, I don’t know…”

You and Pom see Gepard and Dan Heng off at the door. Then, as soon as Pom closes it, he spins around.

“You and Dan Heng are getting along really well. Maybe a little too well.”

“We had a few conversations,” you say, sitting on the couch. “It’s not a big deal.” Then, you sigh. “I… had another vision today.”

Pom sits across from you. “Was it Young?”

“...I don’t know. It was of a man, and I couldn’t see his face. He was telling me I couldn’t be friends with their kind… because they’d kill him. He didn't say who he was referring to."

But you have a hunch.

Pom’s eyes widen. “Kill him? That’s… extreme.”

“...I'm sure he was talking about Young."

“Let me guess… This vision happened when you were talking with Dan Heng?”

You nod. "At campus today.”

“Did Himeko say anything?”

“Only that Young isn’t around anymore. And…”

“And?”

"...I may not like the answers I want to hear."

“...Well, that doesn’t sound ominous at all.” Pom sighs. “...Did you ask Dan Heng about him?”

“He said he doesn’t know who that is.”

Pom leans forward, his elbows on his knees and his hands intertwined with each other. “Here’s a thought… what if Dan Heng is a reincarnation of Young? And… maybe you two are destined to meet!”

“...Why does it sound like he’s—”

“Your soulmate?” Pom interrupts almost too happily.

But, that’s impossible… Right?

◆◆◆

"Do you know someone named Young?"

Dan Heng has been thinking about that question since he started showering. Who's Young? Are you looking for him? If so, what does he have to do with him? Once Dan Heng enters his room, dressed in PJs, and with a towel in his damp hair, he hears his phone buzz.

Stelle: Hey. Miss me? 🙂

Dan Heng sits on his bed. Stelle must be worried… or maybe he wants to ask him if he knows what’s happening with her brother. Whatever it is, she must want someone to talk to.

He types a quick reply, but Stelle’s reply is almost quicker.

Stelle: Can we talk?

“How’ve you been?” Stelle asks as soon as she picks up the call.

Could be better. But instead, Dan Heng asks, "Is everything okay?"

“What makes you think something’s wrong?” Stelle asks with a small smile. “I can’t call to check up on you?”

“...Well, I’m fine.”

“That’s it? Nothing else? We haven’t spoken in almost a year!”

“My life isn’t as exciting as yours,” Dan Heng says. “I saw the trailer for your upcoming movie… It looks good.”

Stelle chuckles. “You’ll watch it, won’t you? You and Gepard?”

“...We will.”

A small pause.

“Truth is… I called you to ask about my brother. You haven’t talked to him?”

Despite knowing everything, Dan Heng still asks, “...Did something happen?”

“Well, he told me that he’s going to study abroad. Next thing I know, he already left.”

“You’re still in touch with him?”

"Yeah. He doesn't respond very often… but I know he's okay."

Dan Heng feels his chest tighten. “...That’s good.”

“He didn’t tell you anything? I mean… I don’t even know where he went!”

“I don’t. But we’ve been in touch.”

Stelle sighs. “What about Gepard?”

“I think he knows as much as us.”

"...I see." Then, she smiles slightly. "Hey, do you know someone named Pom? He said he knew you two."

After talking briefly about Pom, Dan Heng eventually talks about you and how you're his upstairs neighbour.

“A new friend, huh?” Stelle asks. “She must be something if you two manage to become friends.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I know you too well, Dan Heng. Since when do you find time to make new friends?" Stelle smiles. “Are you interested in her?”

“...That’s—”

“You hesitated!”

“I didn’t. I—”

Stelle gasps. “You have to introduce her to me now.”

Well, it can’t hurt, right? Dan Heng hopes it'll take her mind off of Caelus, at least.

◆◆◆

“...Can I touch it?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“But—”

"Are all humans this stubborn? Or, is it just you?" Young asked, turning to you with a deadpan look.

“Just one stroke.”

Suddenly, Young stopped and appeared in front of you, and you almost walk into him if he didn’t suddenly grab your wrist.

“...Watch what you say.”

You sighed just as he released you. “Okay, fine. Sorry. I’m just curious,” you said, looking at the horns on your friend’s head. “I thought we’ve known each other long enough that it wouldn’t be awkward.”

“It’s only been three years,” he said, turning around and continuing the trek.

“Only three years? It’s been three years! I guess you still don’t see me as an important friend.”

Young stopped and turned around. “...Really? You aren't important to me? Then, why am I risking my life to be with you right now?”

"Maybe it's 'cause I saved yours that day. If it weren't for me, you would've been poisoned to death."

“I returned the favour. I didn’t let you get caught.”

Young held your stare for a moment before turning around again.

With a small smile, you quickly walked up and nudged him. “One stroke.”

“No.”

Your eyes open, and you sit up in your bed. Another dream. Another puzzle piece. Another question. When you close your eyes, you immediately see Young… and then Dan Heng. You check your phone. Well, it’s only a few more hours before you see Dan Heng for the festival. You roll over and close your eyes. Yet, all you can see is him, and you wake up in frustration.

Why does it seem like it's only a matter of time before this drives you mad?

Chapter 6

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