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Take The Edge Off | Miguel O’Hara x fem!Spider-reader

You, like so many other Spider-People, are tired of the brooding and serious attitude of Spider-Man 2099. Unlike the other Spider-People, however, you have a solution for his uptight demeanor.

A/N: this is entirely self-indulgent. This man has been living in my head rent-free for weeks now. I’m down bad, y’all. Also, I might make this into a series, who knows

Warnings: smut, PiV, sub Miguel, overstimulation, oral m-receiving, minors (and my roommate) DNI

Word count: 4.9k words

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

The door of your room slid closed behind you, and you let out a large sigh. Today had been exhausting. What started out as a quick an easy anomaly-hunt turned into a fiasco requiring multiple Spider-People to come in as backup, including Miguel. You hated when he joined your missions, he made you feel like you couldn’t handle the job on your own. Plus, you found it harder to concentrate on the missions when his figure was looming over your shoulder.

To make matters worse, you had broken your interdimensional traveling gizmo. It still seemed to keep you from glitching, but you couldn’t seem to communicate with the others with it after accidentally slamming it against a wall earlier that day. You made a mental note to ask Miguel for a new one later, but for now, you just needed to relax.

You peeled off your suit and removed your web shooters and tossed them haphazardly on your bed next to your pillows. You threw on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top before grabbing a quick drink of water from your fridge. When on Earth-928, you lived in a small studio apartment in headquarters like all the other Spider-People. There was just a bed, a small dresser, a kitchenette, and a door that led to your bathroom, but it was nice, and you enjoyed staying there on the days you weren’t in your own dimension.

As you were pulling out a bottle of water from your refrigerator, you heard your door slide open. In walked Miguel O’Hara, still in his suit with an irritated expression painted on his face.

“I don’t know how things work in this dimension,” you said with an eyebrow raised in annoyance, “but where I’m from, we typically knock before entering someone’s room.”

“You’re not answering my calls,” He replied in a serious voice. You huffed in exasperation. “Seriously?” You said. “You’re not going to acknowledge that you just barged into my room unannounced? I could’ve been naked for all you knew.”

Miguel looked down at you with a deadpan face. “You have a lock,” he argued, pointing at the button next to the one that opened the door. “I trust you know how to use it.” You rolled your eyes. “That’s not the point,” you shot back. “The point is that you can’t just barge in here whenever you feel like it.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be in here if you answered my calls,” He retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. You let out an annoyed sigh. “My communicator is broken,” you explained, raising your arm to display the damaged watch.

His dark eyes glanced away from your face to the device on your wrist before moving them back to your face. “You broke my gizmo?” He asked in an accusatory tone. You raised your hands defensively. “Hey, I didn’t break it,” you argued weakly. “It was broken…by a wall…that I slammed into. Listen, it was an accident, but I really need a new one.”

Miguel looked unimpressed. One of his eyebrows was raised in disapproval, and his full lips were turned downward in an unsympathetic frown. “I don’t just have a secret stash of watches for you to go through,” he told you in a level voice.

Now, you crossed your own arms over your chest and raised a skeptical eyebrow at him. “Oh, I’m sure you do,” you countered. “You just don’t want to share.” Miguel stiffened a little bit at your accusation. “What do you call all of this that we’re in?” He asked incredulously. “My building, my tech, my universe that I’m sharing with you. You’re welcome.”

You scoffed at him. “Okay, sure,” you conceded. “But don’t act like you don’t need the rest of us to help with your mission.” Miguel didn’t like that, not one bit, and you could tell by how his eyes seemed to darken and his already-tall figure seemed to tower over you menacingly.

“I don’t need you,” he said in a hard voice. You stared up at him defiantly for a moment. It stung just a little bit, but you knew how that the best way to get him to back off was to make him uncomfortable.

Your stare softened as a coy smile pulled at your lips. “I see,” you mused slyly. “You may not need me, but you do want me.”

That did the trick. Miguel’s hardened eyes looked up at the ceiling in exasperation as he let out a heavy sigh. “I don’t know why I put up with you,” he muttered under his breath.

You could feel a triumphant smirk growing on your face. “Because your hopelessly in love with me,” You offered as a joke. Miguel’s eyes moved from the ceiling back down to your face with an unamused gaze. “You think you’re so funny,” he said in a monotone voice.

“I know I’m funny,” you replied confidently. “I’m just trying to figure out what went so wrong in this universe that you’re not funny.”

“I can be funny,” he argued in a serious voice.

“Prove it.”

“I don’t owe you any proof.”

“Then I don’t believe you.”

“Fine.”

You smirked up at him knowingly as he stared down at you with his arms still crossed in front of his broad chest. It was so easy to get him riled up, and you loved making a sport of it. You couldn’t help but think he looked so good when he was angry.

“What?” He demanded, noticing your smug look. "I know what's wrong with you," you stated matter-of-factly. Raising an unimpressed eyebrow, he replied, "You?"

"Yes."

In his eyes, you could see a small flash of surprise. He hadn't expected you to agree with him. "Me," you repeated, "Hobie, Peter, and all the other Spider-People here. All that responsibility is driving you mad." He scoffed at your words. "You don't know the half of it," he replied sourly.

You hummed softly and placed a hand on his chest and ran it up to his shoulder. His eyes flashed to your face sharply, and he seemed to stiffen under your hand. "You're so tense," you observed casually, gently squeezing the muscle under your palm. "You should consider taking a break from all of this for a little bit."

He stared down at you for a moment before scoffing again quietly and turning away from you. "This is too important," he said grimly. "The fate of the multiverse rests on the work that we—,"

"Oh my god, Peter is right," you interrupted him with a laugh and roll of your eyes. "You're killing me with all your 'fate of the multiverse' speeches. You need to take the edge off a little bit." You turned away from him as you spoke and took a sip of water from your bottle.

"Take the edge off?" He repeated dubiously. "And how exactly do you suggest I do that?"

You were glad you had your back turned to him because a sly smile pulled at your lips. "There are several ways," you replied casually. "There's drinking, smoking," you paused a moment before adding, "exercising."

"Exercising?" He echoed doubtfully. "I have superhuman strength. Why would I exercise?" You turned back to face him, unable to resist the smirk on your face. "Cardio is good for you whether or not you have superhuman strength," you told him with a shrug.

He caught your suggestive meaning. You could tell by the way his eyes moved from your face to your body for a moment. You even thought his face looked a little red at your insinuation. "I don't have time for that," he said mutely in reply. You laughed. "Oh, you think you're so good that you would disrupt the fate of the multiverse?"

Miguel didn't seem amused, and he looked down at you with a level stare. "I mean that I can't make time for somebody else," he explained. "I have a job to do, and I can't let anybody distract me from it. And for your information, I am that good."

Your lips pulled up in a wry smile, and you raised your hands defensively. "Sorry, didn't mean to challenge your performance," you said. "I didn't know you were sensitive about it."

Miguel huffed at you, glaring down in offense. "I'm not sensitive," he argued.

"Seems like it."

"I am not—," he cut himself off with a sigh and ran a hand down his face. "I don't even know why I'm arguing with you about this," he mumbled. You chuckled softly and crossed your arms again. "Because you are too tense and need to take the edge of a little bit," you answered for him, repeating your words. He opened his eyes to look down at you, completely unamused. "And you want to be the one to take the edge off?" He questioned skeptically.

You placed an affronted hand over your heart in mock offense and asked, "What kind of girl do you take me for, Miguel?" He didn't seem to hear the humor in your voice because he looked away from you as his face flushed in embarrassment.

You couldn't help but smile at his reaction. This was too fun. "You would have to say the magic word first," you told him simply. Miguel's dark eyes returned to your face, and you could tell he was studying you to see if you were being serious.

Taking a few steps forward, you stood directly in front of him. Your head was tilted back as you looked up at him through your lashes. You ran a hand up from his abdomen to his chest, and you noticed how his breathing deepened at your touch. "Please," you told him with a smirk. "Or por favor. Whichever you prefer."

"I don't beg," he replied in a serious tone. You huffed an amused breath as you kept your hand resting over his quickening heart. "That's a shame," you said. "I would've loved to hear it."

Miguel didn't react to your teasing, but you could see now that his eyes were fixated on your smirking lips. Without a word, he raised a hand to your chin, his suit intuitively withdrawing to his wrist so that his bare thumb was running gently across your bottom lip. He was thinking about it. He was tempted.

You parted your lips for him, and Miguel slowly pushed his thumb into your mouth. You welcomed the intrusion and gently ran your tongue along his skin. You could see his jaw flex at the sensation and knew that now, he was really tempted. He pulled his hand back from your face and looked over at the door in contemplation. You had been teasing him, but his hesitation made you excited. He could still go, but you wanted him to stay. You wanted him.

"What do you say, Miguel?" You asked softly. "Do you think the multiverse can survive 10 minutes without you?"

His eyes moved from the door to your face again for a moment. It was difficult to read his expression, and you waited in the heavy silence for him to respond. After a pregnant pause, Miguel turned away from you and walked back to the door.

You felt a pang of disappointment in your stomach as you watched him walk away from you. The sting of his rejection hurt a little more than you had expected, and you felt your face grow warm as a result. When he reached the door, he paused a second before raising his hand to press the button to open your door.

Only he didn't open your door.

He locked it.

When he turned back to you, his eyes were dark with desire. He crossed back over to where you were standing and grabbed your jaw in one hand. He lowered his head until his nose brushed against yours. Then, soft as a feather, he whispered, "I can last a lot longer than 10 minutes."

Before you could say something snappy back to him, Miguel pulled you in for a heated kiss. His tongue slipped in between your lips, causing you to moan softly in his mouth. Your hands slid up his chest and wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to your body. His own hands gripped at your waist and slid under your shirt, pulling the material up your torso.

You broke apart for a moment to allow Miguel to pull your shirt over your head before your lips crashed back together. He took several steps forward until the back of your legs hit the bed, and he pushed you down roughly onto the mattress. He followed down after you, placing a hand next to you for support while the other gripped at your breast through your bra.

"Up," Miguel demanded as his hand tried to reach under your back to unclasp your bra. You arched your body off the bed for him, and he was able to unclip it after a few seconds of blind grasping and threw it on the ground unceremoniously.

Greedy hands roamed across your body as he pressed his mouth to your breasts in sloppy kisses. You moaned at his hot touch, running your hands through his dark hair and pulling his head down to your body. After a few seconds of feeling your soft skin, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your sweatpants and swiftly pulled them off, underwear and all.

You couldn't help but giggle at his eagerness as he took a moment to admire your naked form under him. It was hard to read on his face what he was thinking, but there was the unmistakable look of lust burning in his eyes. You reached a hand up to his chest which was still covered by his suit. "Your turn," you whispered breathlessly.

He stared down at you for a moment before his suit finally retracted to expose the muscles of his body, leaving him only in a pair of black briefs. He looked like a god with his well-defined physique towering over you, and you ran a hand over his tanned skin in awe.

"Fuck me," you gasped softly. "You look so strong." He hummed in response and lowered his lips down onto yours for a quick kiss. "I am strong," he replied in a low voice. "And I am gonna fuck you." With that, he started grinding his hips against yours, and you both gasped softly at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure it gave you.

From under his briefs, you could feel the large bulge of his cock aching to be freed. You reached your hand down to the band of his briefs and tugged them downward. Miguel didn't need to be told what you wanted, and he reached down and hastily removed the small article of clothing from his waist.

You had to take a moment to stare down at Miguel's absolutely massive size. He was without a doubt the biggest you'd ever been with, and you had a moment of doubt about whether or not he would even fit in you. Your eyes glanced up at his face again and saw he was smirking down at you. He must have read the apprehension in your expression, and it made his ego swell. Well, you were never one to back down from a challenge.

Placing a hand against his chest, you lifted yourself up off the bed and pushed Miguel down so that your positions were switched. Now, you were straddling him as he lay on the bed under you. Miguel seemed a somewhat caught off guard by the change, but he didn't seem to mind as he ran his hands up your thighs to your waist in admiration.

"You like it like this?" He asked with interest, his eyes roaming your body above him. You smirked and responded, "Sometimes. I like the view from up here." His lips twitched upwards in amusement. "It's not so bad from here either," he said.

You hummed your appreciation as you moved your hips further down his body where his cock was waiting. You rubbed your wet entrance down his length, causing both of you to moan softly. He pulled at your hips to bring you back up again, obviously eager to be inside you.

You hovered over him for a moment, smirking down at his face. Under your hands, his chest was rising and falling in anticipation, but his face was glaring up at you in frustration. "Don't be a fucking tease," he growled, his fingers digging into your waist. You chuckled at him. "Don't worry," you murmured as you ran your hands up the muscles of his torso. "I'm gonna take care of you."

Sitting upright, you slowly lowered yourself onto him. Miguel closed his eyes and inhaled sharply as you moved inch-by-inch down his thick length. Your fingers dug into the skin of his chest as you took ragged breaths. He was stretching you out like you'd never been before.

A salacious groan tore from your throat as you bottomed out, your hips resting against his. "You're so fucking tight," Miguel whispered, opening his eyes to gaze up at you lustfully. His hands gripped at your ass, urging you to move, to give him the friction you both so desperately craved.

Leaning forward, you rested on your hands planted on his chest and started grinding against his hips. Miguel closed his eyes again, his head pressed back against the mattress as he groaned softly at the feeling of being inside you. You could see all the stress of leading the Spider-Society melt away from his mind as he became fully engrossed in the pleasure you were giving him.

You couldn't help but smirk at the sight of him under you. How often had you imagined this scenario late at night after your missions together? How many times had you admired the shape of his body when you knew he wasn't looking? And now, you were able to see everything, feel everything, and it was even better than you had imagined.

As you grew accustomed to his massive size, you began increasing your pace. The back-and-forth movements you were making caused your clit to drag against his pelvis just right, and the head of his cock was rubbing up against your G-spot in a way that drew quick, breathy moans from your mouth. Miguel was also enjoying you from this position, his large hands still firmly planted on your hips as he guided your movements from below.

"Ay, bebecita," he groaned. "You look so pretty sitting on me like this, taking every inch of me." You took a shuddering breath at his words, nails digging into his skin as you continued grinding your hips against his. "You're so big, Miguel," you told him breathlessly, closing your eyes. "And you feel so good inside me."

The sound of your gasps filled the space around you. Miguel grunted and began moving his hips up and into yours, pushing himself even deeper into you. "There we go," he mumbled almost to himself. "Keep going like that. Shit, you feel so good."

His words caused another soft groan to emerge from you. You would never admit it, but you had sought out Miguel's approval from the moment he offered you a place in the Spider-Society. Mission after mission, you hoped for a compliment or an acknowledgment of appreciation, but Miguel only seemed to compliment Peter Parker from fucking Earth-13122. Now, hearing his praise fall from his lips as you were riding his dick drove you wild.

You felt yourself growing more desperate for relief, and in your hazy, lust-filled mind, you realized that Miguel was starting to take charge of the situation. His hands were moving you against him as his hips were thrusting up into you. It wasn't that you didn't appreciate it, but you just wanted him to relax, to take a break from leading for once.

You blinked opened your eyes to look down at him. His eyes were red with desire as he stared up at your face, his quiet gasps emerging from his parted lips. The eye contact was electric, and you could only stand to look at his heated gaze for so long before you turned your face aside, and your eyes fixed on your discarded suit next to you.

Even though you couldn't quite think straight, an idea formed in your mind on how you could take back control of the situation, but you'd have to be a little patient.

Taking his hands from your hips, you guided them up your torso toward your breasts. "Que bonita," he murmured, his rough hands following your prompting to explore your body. You sighed as he gripped at your soft skin. "Fuck, Miguel," you moaned softly, still grinding steadily against him and gasping with every rock of your hips. "That's it, babygirl," he told you. "Keep saying my name like that."

And you did. You whispered, sighed, and moaned his name over and over again as you increased your pace on top of him. Your eyes became unfocused as you felt a knot in your stomach start to form, and your breathing started to become ragged. Miguel could sense that you were close, and his hands came back down to your hips to encourage your desperate movements.

You fell forward as you tensed suddenly, nails digging into his chest. Cries of pleasure tore from your mouth as your orgasm completely took over your body. You couldn't think, couldn't speak as you rode out your high against his hips. Miguel groaned at the sensation of you tightening around him, and he watched in awe as you came undone on top of him.

After a moment of blissful pleasure, the sensations all became too much for you, and you had to pause for a moment to regain your breath and wait for your thighs to stop shaking. When you had somewhat regained your ability to think, you leaned down and pressed your lips to Miguel's in a sloppy kiss as you pulled yourself off of his cock.

He grunted at the loss of your warmth around him, and he tried pulling your hips back down on his own. You chuckled at his desperation and moved your lips to brush against his ear. "Don't worry," you whispered, still out of breath from your orgasm. "I'll take care of you." As you spoke, you reached over to your suit and grabbed one of your web shooters and placed it on your wrist as discretely as possible.

You nipped at his earlobe before pulling away, causing him to sigh softly. Gripping Miguel's wrists, you pulled his hands off of your hips and slowly raised them above his head. He didn't resist your directing, he just stared up at your face with lust still burning in his eyes.

You placed his hands next to each other above his head, and before he could lower them again, you shot a web to keep them pinned down. Miguel's head snapped up in alarm, and his arms struggled reactively against his bindings. You couldn't help but smile deviously down at him while his arms flexed in an effort to free himself. He looked so pretty tied up like that.

After a few seconds of resisting, Miguel relaxed his arms and looked back at your face. "I'll get you for this," he told you in a low voice. You smirked down at him and ran your fingers down his face. "I don't doubt it," you replied in a silky voice, tracing the edge of his face and placing two of your fingers on his lips. He parted them for you and gently sucked at your fingers as he closed his eyes.

You took a moment to etch this image of him into your mind. Here was Miguel O'Hara, humorless and authoritarian, tied up beneath you with your fingers in his mouth. It was perfect.

"I'm not done with you yet," you told him sweetly as you began moving lower to where his cock was waiting, still wet from your cunt. You wrapped your hands around his length and moved them up and down experimentally. Miguel's head fell back against your bed as a muffled groan resembling a sigh escaped his mouth. You smiled in satisfaction at his reaction and steadily increased your speed.

"Mierda," he whispered. "Just like that." His abs were flexing at the sensation of your movement, and his hips started bucking upwards like he was trying to fuck your hands. You placed one of your hands down on his thigh to keep him from thrusting while you lowered your mouth onto him, taking as much of his length as you could. What you couldn't fit into your mouth, you continued stroking with your other hand.

Your mouth around his dick caused Miguel to strain against his bindings. A deep growl rumbled in his throat as your head bobbed up and down, causing tears to form in your eyes as you tried not to choke on his massive size.

"Your mouth looks so pretty wrapped around me like that," he groaned, looking down at you. You turned your eyes upwards to meet his, and after a second, you winked and swirled your tongue lazily around his cock.

Miguel nearly came right then, and you could tell. He screwed his eyes shut and turned his head away from you, taking deep, uneven breaths. You lifted your mouth off of him with a crooked grin. "Don't be shy," you lilted. "I want you to cum on me." His breaths became louder and faster. You started increasing the speed of your hand, and the muscles of his thighs and abdomen began to tighten until finally, he was gasping out your name as he came in your hand.

The hot substance landed on your neck and shoulders, and Miguel groaned with his release as his head fell back against the bed in satisfaction. His panting breaths filled the air as you slowed your hand's pace. You didn't stop though. Instead, you smiled deviously before lowering your mouth back down his length, taking as much of him as you possibly could while still moving your hands up and down.

Immediately, Miguel sucked in a sharp breath and began moving restlessly under you, trying to escape the overstimulation you were causing him. You couldn't help but think of how good he looked as he struggled against the bindings of his hands, the muscles of his arms flexing desperately above his head.

Shuddering breaths escaped from Miguel's mouth, and he actually started whining under you. "Basta," he gasped through clenched teeth as he was writhing on your bed. "Párarte. It's too much." You could see that in his desperation, his claws were attempting to cut away at the binding you had placed them under, but they weren't able to catch any of your webbing.

You raised your mouth off of him with a smirk while your hands still moved up and down his length. At this point, his thighs were shaking, and his whole body was flexing with overstimulation. His head was thrown back against the bed with his eyes screwed shut while shaky grunts and gasps filled the air. "What's the magic word?" You asked sweetly, stroking up and down nonstop.

"Porfa," he gasped desperately. "Por favor, please."

The sound of him begging was so sweet, and you were tempted to continue despite his pleas, but you relented. You sat up slowly, watching with satisfaction how his whole body trembled as he recovered from your touch. His rapid breathing was starting to even, and he seemed to sag down into your bed with relief.

You crawled up slowly toward his head, bringing your face inches from his own. You moved your hand up to where his were pinned and ripped away the webbing. He sighed at the relief of being able to move his arms freely again. His eyes were still closed, and his lips were parted as he panted softly. You ran your hand through his hair with a smile, and his eyes opened to look at you. It was difficult to read his expression, but you thought that in his half-lidded eyes, there was something like gratitude.

"I told you I'd take care of you," you murmured softly, your lips brushing lightly across his own before you pressed a lazy kiss on them. He seemed too worn out to kiss you properly, and his mouth moved sloppily against you. "I needed this," he admitted quietly, words mumbled into your mouth. You chuckled at him before pulling away and rolling off the bed.

"Stay as long as you'd like," you offered over your shoulder as you sauntered off to the bathroom for a shower. Even though you couldn't see him, you knew he eyes were fixed on your figure as you closed the door behind you.

You sighed as the warm water washed over you. Letting the water spray on your face, you almost couldn't believe what you had just done. You didn't expect anything substantial to come from this, but you didn't mind. Miguel was a welcome distraction from the shit that you dealt with during your missions. Maybe, you could help relieve each other's stress every once in a while like this.

You weren't sure how long you stayed in the shower. When you finally stepped out, you wrapped a towel around you and stepped back into your room to pull out fresh clothes. You weren't surprised when you found that your room was empty, but there was something that caught your eye on the side of your bed. Crossing over to your bed, a smile grew on your lips when you saw a new wrist gizmo sitting on your pillow for you.

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smusherina · 22 days

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yard work - chapter 6 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

warnings(s): 2004 was not a good time for the gays. homophobia persists. insecurity about weight and insulting oneself about it.

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 5 / chapter 7

You dipped into your savings and got Regina a new, fancy moisturizer. You couldn't count on her using it instead of the lard, but well. Guide a horse to water, can't make it drink, and all that.

You didn't tell her about the Homecoming prank, though. She'd been pissed about that. Not for long, because then it turned into a sort of trend at Northshore and it only boosted her popularity.

You were perhaps more upset about it. Upset you'd let it happen, upset they'd done it in the first place, upset Regina stood there with Aaron. He didn't even look like he wanted to be there.

Regina managing to turn it around for her benefit didn't stop you from feeling bad. It was the principle of the thing. You'd taken some distance from her. Everybody, actually. People just didn't feel all that great to be around. You were betraying Regina by letting her be essentially bullied by Janis, you were tolerating Regina's abusive reign over the student body, Aaron was getting on your last nerve by simply existing, and your mom's death anniversary was coming up.

You went to the Georges' less. Regina came to yours when you didn't lie about having to catch up on homework or doing a project. You did do some yard work for them since you still needed the extra cash. Just basic things like raking leaves and doing small repairs here and there. You also covered the pool with Mrs George's help.

"Whew, I forget what a chore that is every year!" She wiped at her forehead. You laid on the grass, chest heaving. You'd carried maybe seventy per cent of that thing.

"You said it, Mrs George." You managed to get out.

"How many years have I been telling you to call me Jude. Or just mom." You looked up at her. She looked so much like Regina. Or Regina looked so much like her.

She'd known your mom. Cried harder at her funeral than your dad or even yourself. You hadn't really gotten it, at that point. She'd hugged you tight and told you what an amazing woman she was, that she hadn't deserved to go yet. She sent you food for weeks after, which you appreciated because dad was too busy sorting stuff out to cook for you.

She'd been more of a mom to you than your own had ever gotten to be. Still, it felt wrong to call her anything other than Mrs George. It was weird. Word association gone all wrong. Mom meant a casket being lowered into a hole on a bleak November day, an echoing house and an empty kitchen, sad and wistful things. Mrs George meant afternoons spent running around in the backyard, eating 'till your belly was full to bursting, happiness and summer.

"Many, many years." You groaned as you got up. "Is Reggie home?"

You figured it would be weird if you didn't go say hi, at least. You didn't want to cut her out entirely. It was just hard being around her when the weight of your own actions, and inactions, weighed on your shoulders.

She smiled in a way that told you she'd noticed your deflection. "In her room."

"Great. Oh, by the way, what did you do with the apples this year?"

"I convinced Rick to donate them to the women's shelter downtown. They'll be put to good use there."

"That's awesome," You put your hands to your hips and looked around. "Anything you want me to do?"

"I'll just hose down the rose bushes, you head on inside. Avoid the living room, Rick's on a conference call." She waved you off with a smile.

You trod through the house carefully, shoes in hand. You knew the Georges were a shoes-on household, but it just never felt right for you to walk on carpeted floors with your shoes on. What if you had stepped on dogshit? What then?

"Reg?" Her door was open a crack, so you peeked in. "You decent?"

"Yes, I'm decent." You could hear the eye roll in her voice. "What do you want?"

Yikes. She wasn't happy.

You walked in and closed the door behind you. She was on her bed, reading a book on her belly. She was snacking on some candy bar.

"I just came to say hi. I put the pool cover on with your mom." You walked up to her. "What're you reading?"

"I could hear you huffing and puffing all the way up here." She turned on her side to look at you. "The Catcher in the Rye. It's boring."

"I dunno, I liked it." You climbed in hesitantly. When she didn't protest, you settled down on your side facing her, head leaned against your palm.

"You've read it?" She tossed the book on the floor next to the bed, now giving you her full attention. "Can you write my paper?"

"Depends on how much you'll pay me." You grinned and rubbed your fingers together like you were handling cash.

"Boo, you whore." She pouted. "Aren't we supposed to be beyond that?"

"I don't do charity, my friend." You flopped onto your back and crossed your arms. Shit, she had a comfy bed. So soft but just firm enough, too. You let your eyes close. You were so tired from all that physical labour.

"Get off my bed, you traitor." You opened your eyes too late. She was already on you, pushing you, and you had no time to resist until you were toppling onto the floor. You clambered down in a mess of limbs and sheets, which you'd grabbed in your desperate attempt to stay aboard.

"Reg! Your bed is actually high up! Help me!" You felt like Mufasa clinging to the face of the cliff, fingers digging into the slippery bedding. One of your legs was still on the bed, but not securely enough that you would've been able to pull yourself to safety.

"Just put your leg on the floor, dumbass." She cackled, watching you panic over such a small drop.

"No, look, it's not that- close." You lowered your leg and your knee made contact with the floor. Regina fell back, gasping as she laughed. "Shut up, you teapot!"

"No! I'm not-" She tried to stifle the laughs escaping her, the real wheezing ones she didn't let out of their cage willingly, but one look at you set it off again. "Your hair!"

You lifted your hands to your head. "It's not my fault your sheets are fucking static."

By the time Mrs George came to inform you that she'd be starting on dinner, thus signifying you should probably go, Regina had stopped laughing, if just barely.

"Have you been using the moisturizer I gave you?" You tried to analyze her face. It didn't look any less flawless than usual.

"Yeah, it's really great. My old night lotion started smelling weird for some reason. Maybe it expired early or something." You just hummed in response.

"I should probably go home and make myself dinner too."

"I'll walk you down."

You walked down the stairs and to the backdoor, avoiding the living room despite the blaring of the TV. Mr George was definitely not on a call anymore.

"What're you making today?" Regina asked, standing somewhat awkwardly on the porch.

"Probably tacos. I found a great deal on some corn tortillas at the store. They're all going bad today, so. Gonna stuff myself."

"Save some for me, yeah?"

You weren't sure what she meant by that. "Sure."

You walked home and as you'd said, got started on dinner. Moving around the kitchen without Regina there in the way, chopping whatever vegetables into misshapen cubes, felt weird. She wasn't over that often, but you'd gotten used to it regardless.

It was perhaps your biggest flaw as a person, how intolerant you were to being alone. Ironic, considering how much time you had to spend alone.

If it was up to you, you would've made Birria tacos with a good cut of sirloin, but you didn't have the money for fresh cuts of beef. Besides, you hadn't even started on the stew, and that took a whole day. So, you settled on some basic ground beef filling. You had made Pico de Gallo earlier that day, so it was nice and flavourful by the time you were constructing your tacos.

Back when you'd still needed a babysitter, there had been this one Mexican lady who appeared on the roster most often. It was so long ago you couldn't remember her name. She'd made you call her Abuela. She was sweet and taught you the wonder of Latin American cuisine. From what you could understand, she'd been well-travelled and really loved food everywhere.

She stopped coming when all of your babysitters did. The last time you saw her, you hadn't known it would be the last time.

This time of year really made you a monster. A dull grey, depressing monster. You'd have to find some exciting hobby because even you were getting sick of this. Maybe cliff jumping?

A knock on your door was the last thing you expected when you were finally ready to chow down. Making such a huge amount of food took time.

"What?" You barked to whoever dared to disturb you. "Oh, shit."

"Is that how you greet all your dinner guests?" Regina asked, batting her eyelashes. She had on a deep red dress, shiny satin that licked at the curves and edges of her body just right. It reached all the way to her feet, where you could see black heels peeking out from under the hem. She stood taller than usual, but still so short you could see above her head. The dress was strapless as far as you could tell as her jacket was covering her shoulders. Sweetheart neckline and a clutch to match. She had a thin gold chain around her neck with a small R-charm on it. Gold hoop earrings, hair done up in curls.

A grin crept up onto her face as you continued to gape at her visage. "I know, right?" She posed, one hand holding the clutch at level with her thigh and one poised at her waist. "I'm so sexy."

"Yeah, uh, yes, you are." You stuttered, stunned and flustered. You wanted to touch her, feel the fabric of the dress with the tips of your fingers, grab a hold of her and press close to her. She looked so fucking good.

"Thanks, baby." She took a couple of steps forward to reach you and, nonchalant as could be, brushed her hand at your shoulder as if she were brushing off dust.

Your knees wobbled.

"I have dinner for us." You blurted out. "I, uh..." You needed to pull it together. "I'm gonna go change."

"You do that," Regina said with an indulgent smile. You shot up the stairs.

When you came back down, still tucking your shirt into your trousers and tie undone, Regina was sitting on the couch perusing a magazine. It was probably from last year or something, you didn't exactly update the stuff under the coffee table.

You coughed to get her attention. "Ready for dinner, Reggie?"

"Ugh, don't ruin the moment. Anything other than that."

"I'm Jorts and you're Reggie, that's how it's been." You reminded and gently plucked her clutch from her hands before gesturing for her to turn around. She did, looking a little confused. When you reached to take her jacket off, she recoiled.

"Um, I would like to keep it on." She said, the confidence from before diminishing.

"Oh, why?" You asked. "Are you cold?"

"No, it's just, um..." Regina George stammering. You didn't think you'd live to see the day. "I don't look like I used to before."

"What does that mean?" You checked her out, toes to forehead. Drop-dead gorgeous as always.

"I've gained a bunch of weight." She looked down as if she needed to be ashamed. "I barely fit into this gown. I had to suck in even with the Spanx. And I still look like a whale."

As much as you would've liked to be incredulous and loud about just how wrong she was, it didn't seem like the right course of action. She was being open and vulnerable with you.

"I don't think you look like a whale." You stepped close to her tentatively. You set the clutch on the coffee table. Then, just as tentatively, circled your arms around her. You slotted your fingers together at her lower back and pulled her to you so that your bellies touched.

"I couldn't hug a whale." You pointed out helpfully, leaning back slightly to still look her in the eyes. "I'd love to see the dress in its full glory."

Regina, hands fussing with unmade your tie, bit her lip in contemplation.

"Careful, don't mess up your lipstick." She rubbed her lips together at that, a smile threatening to break out.

"Fine. But you can't laugh or stare or anything."

"I swear." You put one hand on your heart and the other up. "Now turn around."

She did as you asked. "You're being awfully chivalrous."

"It's what you deserve, Reggie." You crooned jokingly, pulling the jacket from her shoulders. The dress was cut elegantly so that there were no straps, but bits of fabric hanging by her upper arms. Cold-shoulder. You hoped the jokes in your tone hid how nervous you were.

"What did I just say?" As if that little moment between you two hadn't even happened, she was right back to her normal self.

"Fine. But you'll always be my Reggie. I guess tonight we can pretend." You sighed. "Whatever you say, honey."

"Better." She turned and tugged at your tie. "Now, let's get you sorted."

"I had very little notice, okay?" You grumbled but bent down obediently so she'd have an easier time tying your tie. You'd used to play dress up mixed with house all the time. You'd nearly always been the dad and so, you had to wear a tie. Obviously. Mrs George had gotten tired of constantly being asked to do it, so she'd taught Regina.

Now, it felt a little different. For one, you were taller. Secondly, this wasn't a children's game. Maybe you were playing a little bit, pretending, but it didn't quite feel like that. There was something undeniably real about this.

"There." She said once she was finished, smoothing it out against your chest. "You couldn't find one matching the dress?"

"You're impossible to please." You chuckled. "I'll make sure to go tie shopping as soon as possible."

"Good." She liked to ignore your sardonic tone pretty often. "Now, what's on the menu?"

You tucked the rest of the shirt into your pants and, voila, you were done.

"Tacos, my lady." You offered up your arm half in jest. She hooked her wrist into the bend of your elbow with an incline of her head. Clearly, she was a girl that liked to be wined and dined.

You snuck a bottle from your dad's wine collection, hoping it wasn't some speciality. Looking at the label, it wasn't very old. Wine quality was assessed like that, right?

You ate your fills and then some, drinking wine all the while, then retreated to the couch to recover, and turned on the TV to watch while eating dessert. Sharing a pint of ice cream, curled up on the couch in fancy clothes, warm and away from the cold of late November, you wondered what had brought this on.

It wasn't an official date, that much you knew. Regina wasn't a lesbian like you. Maybe she was indulging you. That would mean she knew you had a crush on her. You hoped that wasn't true. Regina was an observant person, though. Fuck, that'd be humiliating.

It didn't feel like she was playing with you. It looked like she was having as much fun as you. Maybe she wanted to have a nice, romantic dinner without the pressure of having to impress or perform for her date.

It was nice she'd chosen you. Regardless of why she'd come here tonight, you were just glad she was with you. You'd had a lot of people leave, most of them never coming back. The exceptions to the rule were Regina and your dad. They were similar in that, but nothing else. When dad came back, he brought with him a never-pleased frown and a stifling presence. When Regina came back, she brought light.

She had her flaws. You had yours. Thanksgiving was right around the corner and Christmas would soon follow. You had no doubt that Janis had something nefarious planned for at least one of those events. Nothing was sure, things were undecided.

"I'm going for a smoke." You said when the episode ended.

"I'm coming with."

"You won't be getting one."

"I don't want it anyway. Cigarettes taste like shit."

You laughed and walked to the backdoor. Through it and onto the patio, you slumped onto the bench swing. Regina followed a lot more gracefully, heels chucked somewhere in the house, bundled up in the blanket she'd claimed as hers since the first time she slept over. She sat next to you and spread it over both your laps. You hummed in thanks and lit up.

Regina might've been a massive bitch. She had, and there was no denying it, done some awful things. And maybe it was fucked up for you to like one part of a person and not the whole of them, but did that count if you were sure that the undesirable part was all a facade?

"So..." You started. "Better than any of the dates Aaron took you to?" You couldn't help but ask. Veiled under a joke, you hoped your jealousy didn't show.

"Don't be cocky." She admonished, resembling her mom almost creepily. "He didn't really take me out."

"What? Why?" If you could openly date Regina there wouldn't be a limit to how much you'd be taking her out, showing her off to anybody who'd listen.

"How should I know?" She shrugged indignantly. "We broke up a little after Homecoming."

"What? I didn't hear about this."

"Really? I thought you would've since it was pretty big news for a while." You didn't want to admit you'd been purposefully avoiding rumours about the couple for the majority of their relationship. "He outlived his purpose."

"The Halloween Party and Homecoming." You clarified and she nodded.

You took a drag. Regina pulled what seemed like a candy bar out of her clutch. It was the same brand she'd been eating earlier today.

Considering she'd been insecure about her weight, you didn't comment on it. You took another drag. You couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something weird.

"Hey, can I look at the packaging of that?"

Wordlessly, Regina handed it over. You looked at the product info. Great, it was all in Swedish.

"Where'd you get these?"

"Cady got me a box of them. They're good for weight loss. Like, they just burn all your carbs." You furrowed your eyebrows and looked back at the product info. The numbers didn't seem like that of a weight loss product.

You didn't like she was eating something that would empty her stomach right after dinner. That couldn't have been healthy.

"You're trusting something Cady gave to you?"

She tilted her head, as if about to question you. Her mouth opened, then closed, and opened again.

"Shut up. Shut up."

You took a long drag.

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rocketman: part i - it's just my job five days a week

Summary: in which lieutenant commander bradshaw is on a three month special detachment in the pacific and the holidays have never felt lonelier for either of you. it's just three months, it'll be fine, right?

OR you and bradley write each other 159 emails

Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader 11.8k

Warnings: 18+, explicit language, suggestive dialogue, bradley needs to remember this is a government email server...(okay yes, i am perfectly aware that our esteemed lieutenant commander would probably get kicked out of the navy for some of these emails…that being said, i also don’t particularly care! we’re playing fast and loose with the time stamps too because i may be smart, but math has never been a strong suit of mine!) enjoy the companion playlist! rest of the series can be found here!

12/17 @ 6:19am

I miss you already and I haven’t even left the parking lot. I’m still in my car typing this after having stayed for probably far too long watching your C-40 take off (like people were staring at me I was there so long)(and, yes, I looked up the name of the plane). Pete asked me if I wanted to get breakfast with him, but I said no. Felt too lost. Plus, I need to get ready for work. We’re going to get dinner on Wednesday before I head up to Berkeley Thursday morning, though!

Hope you have a safe transport and settle onboard quickly. I left you something in your duffle bag (yes, it’s safe to open around other people…head out of the gutter, Bradshaw).

Love you and stay safe, x

12/18 @ 5:46pm

Just dropped off the gifts at the Junior League for Caroline’s adopt a child thing. She was completely in her element (they gave her a clipboard and a bullhorn!), though she did say we went wayyy too over the top. But little Carter asked for all that stuff! We couldn’t just not get it all for him? She also appreciated your wrapping skills, very impressed with the bows and tight corners. I met a couple of her friends there, which was nice and they invited me to stay for drinks (the prosecco was flowing…), but I wanted to head home.

I miss you so much already, it feels weird not going over to your place after work and making dinner and prepping lunch together - and it’s only been two days. I know you’re on a comms blackout for the next couple days, so I’m just gonna keep sending these so you’ll have a bunch to read all at once.

All my love, x

12/19 @ 11:48am

My brother and Lauren decided to come out here for Christmas after all! My dad was so excited when he called me, but I think Mary’s a little less enthused. Feels like shit knowing we were the backup option for them. Apparently, Lauren’s mom is sick and the whole house is in disarray (not hard in that family…) so my dad is paying for them to fly in from New York tomorrow. I think it’ll be nice, we’ll almost have a full set (baring you, of course, my darling rocketman), so the house won’t be as lonely. Do you think we’ll get to talk on Christmas or Christmas Eve? You should be getting a package soon (‘twas preemptively sent!) and are under strict orders not to open it until Christmas Eve, buddy!

Going to dinner with Pete tonight, I’ll let you know how it goes. Amelia’s coming with us, but I don’t know about Penny? I hope they like the gifts we got them. I’m going to stop by your place, do a once over, and make sure the tree is ready for Pete to take, etc. before I leave on Thursday.

Love you and talk soon! x

12/20 @ 7:03am

House looked good! In my seat on the plane. If my morals were shakier, I would 1000% have taken Max up on his offer to fly me up to Berkeley. But alas! Climate change is real and private jets account for 20x as many carbon emissions as commercial planes, so I am up at the ass-crack of dawn for this 7:15am flight. I’ll message you when I land, love you!

12/20 @ 9:04am

Just landed - easy flight. Now to find my dad in arrivals…

Love you, talk when you get the chance! x

12/23 @ 4:45am

Hey sweetheart! Back online and all settled in. I’m bunking with Payback and we actually have a pretty decent layout. He graciously offered to give me the bottom bunk, due to my ‘geriatric status.’ Honestly, I’m just glad I don’t have to sleep in the bunk room with the ensigns and rest of the crew. I forgot how noisy it is being on an aircraft carrier, which makes Payback’s snoring surprisingly pleasant. I’m glad he and Bob are with me. The rest of this squadron’s from Lemoore and Bob knows some of them. It’s interesting seeing him and Payback fly together, but they mesh really well.

Glad Mav is there to keep an eye on you.

Okay, I had way too much fun picking out all those presents, so I really hope Carter loves them too. And please tell me you have a picture of Caroline yelling into the bullhorn? I can truly think of nothing scarier than Caroline Calloway ordering the young women of San Diego county around like Santa’s chief elf. And speaking of gifts, I loved my pictures. The one from the Christmas party is my favorite, did Fanboy take it? I saw him running around with his Pentax. When the hell did you have time to print it? I’ve got it hanging up in my bunk so I can see it every night.

I still don’t understand why you don’t fly into Oakland instead of SFO? Like I get it, you’re not a Spirit or SW girl, but kid….it’s an hour and forty minute flight? Live a little. And I think it’ll be nice having your brother and Lauren around for Christmas. How many people do you think it’ll be? I always loved seeing Christmas Eves with large families in movies and stuff, all the chaos and whatnot? But it’s just gonna be you five Christmas Day? I’ve heard rumblings that I might be first in line for a Facetime on Christmas Eve, so save some time for me too, kid. I’ll let you know for sure in a couple days.

Okay, think we’re all caught up now. Talk soon and love you so much,

Your Bradley

12/23 @ 9:08am

Bubs! I read your email four times since I woke up, I can’t stop smiling. I’m glad you’re all settled in - Payback’s snoring and ageism aside haha. How’s the food? Do you want earplugs? A sleep mask? Are earplugs allowed for sleeping? What if you need to get up right away and you can’t hear? I could send you a white noise machine? Or is there a fear of hacking with that? I should’ve done more research on this before you left. Tell me if you need anything, I’ll send it out express! Oh, I’m just so happy to hear from you. Keep me posted!

Lots of love, x

12/23 @ 8:53pm

You and me, hot date tomorrow night at 11:45pst - don’t be late. (And look cute.)

Your Bradley

12/23 @ 8:55pm

I’ll be there 😉 Love you, x

12/25 @ 9:56am

Bradley Bradshaw you absolute sneak! How on Earth did you pull a Christmas miracle off!?! Mary said she had no clue, so I’m extremely impressed you got my dad to keep that secret!? I was totally not expecting another present from you? The cooking lessons and apron were more than enough - to say nothing about moving in together!?! I love the bracelet so much, you have no idea. I started crying when I opened it! Mary took a video, which I’m sure she’ll send you. God, Bradley? You didn’t have to do that! It’s perfect, it’s like we’re locked together. I’m gonna wear it everyday. Please email me later if you get the chance!

(Also, Lauren looked really jealous 😉 my brother was sweating)

Love you and Merry Christmas Rocketman! x

12/25 @ 11:38am

Ummm, not sure what you’re talking about, kid? That sounds like something Santa would do? Probably heard about how good you’ve been this year? x

12/25 @ 11:40am

Thank you, I love it so much and wish I could give you the biggest hug and kiss right now. I’ll have an extra slice of babka for you tonight, talk soon and Merry Christmas, Bradley! Love you x

12/27 @ 4:49am

I miss sleeping next to you. Whenever I can’t sleep, I think about the way you looked at me in the living room after our Christmas party. You looked so happy and I hate that I have to leave you for all our firsts. First Christmas, first New Year’s, first Valentine’s Day. And god, sweetheart, you’re so fucking gorgeous it makes me want to lose my mind sometimes. Always thinking about you, Bradley

12/27 @ 8:38am

I miss sleeping next to you, too (especially since your body is like a furnace and you hold me close when I get cold). And I know you being away during the holidays is hard, but look at it this way - we’ll just have our firsts next year. Next year will be our first Christmas, first New Year’s, first Valentine’s Day together, not an ocean apart. We have all the time in the world, rocketman. Love you today and every day x

12/29 @ 6:02pm

There’s already so many things I’m dying to tell you and stories about the squadron we’re teaming up with, but the Navy will have my ass if I give away too many details so I’m just going to leave it at this: are we sure Max doesn’t have a twin on another continent? Take that as you will. What’re your plans for New Year’s? Your Bradley

12/30 @ 9:20am

Sorry for the delayed response! A minor issue with my brother and my dad that I won’t bore you with had the whole house in a tizzy. Thankfully, he and Lauren are gone even though my dad still won’t tell me what the issue was? Anyway! God, I wish I could hear more about Max’s twin? I am honestly kind of scared about knowing there’s a Max doppelgänger in the Navy (jokes!). For New Year’s, I’m going to this party with Mary and dad in the city, it’s at this fancy venue and I have a cute black dress! It’s very different for me and I wish you were here to see it! I’ll have to wear it again. Message me when it’s the New Year your time! Love you! x

01/01 @ 12:09am

Happy New Year, sweetheart! They had a little party for the officers - we even got cake and Bob snuck me and Payback seconds somehow. It’s always the quiet ones you gotta look out for. You absolutely need to send me pictures of you in that dress, I can’t wait to see it on you in person someday. Hope you have a great time with your dad and Mary, give them my best. Love you and again Happy New Year!

Your Bradley

01/01 @ 12:01am

Happy New Year, Bradley!!! You got cake!! You broke some rules! I approve! Milk them for all the cake they’re worth! I’ll send some pics of the three of us and one just for you big boy 😉 Talk soon and love you so so much! x

01/01 @ 10:59am

Had a late start! Here are the pics from last night! Try and sneak some more cake xx

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01/02 @ 6:12am

You know you labeled the pictures wrong…luckily no one was behind me…

01/02 @ 9:04am

Who? Me? I would NEVER! (Just trying to keep you on your toes.) Hope the flying is going well and you’re staying safe, B! Love you!

01/03 @ 8:00pm

Yeah, it’s going well. It’s so different flying on the open ocean after so long? Last time was in September when I went to Hong Kong. The desert is cool, don’t get me wrong, but seeing the clouds and the water together is unreal. The pink and purple clouds remind me of you (sorry, that was lame). You still gotta let me take you up, kid. I’ve heard Mav is trying to convince you, but you gotta let me be the one. Can’t trust just anyone with my girl. Love B

01/04 @ 10:13am

Bradley…he’s practically your father, I’m pretty sure you can trust him to take me up in a plane, you silly boy. Not that I’m saying you won’t be my first…but come on! And it’s not lame. I like that the pink and purple clouds remind you of me. Every time I see a plane I send a little call out for your safety. Gotta keep you safe, rocketman! Talk soon and love you! x

01/06 @ 4:45pm

My parents just dropped me off at the airport and no matter how many times I leave them, I always cry. I think the only time I didn’t cry when I left their house was when you were with me over Thanksgiving. You always make it better, bubs.

They’re coming down in a couple weeks to help me start packing, anything in the house you wouldn’t want them to see while dropping off boxes? I can still bring my old bed, etc for the guest room, right?

All my love, x

01/06 @ 9:58pm

I think I get that, having you around this time makes it different. I’ve never had anyone to really write to while I’ve been away before. Sure, I talked to my grandparents when they were still around and my aunts and uncles, Nat, Ice, and a couple others, but not like this. And I don’t ever want to not feel like this again.

I’m an open book, kid. Ain’t got nothing to hide. And yeah, anything like that feel free to bring with you for the guest room or office. It was the bed, nightstands, and dresser and then your couch for the office, yeah? We can get new bedding and pillows for it if you want? I’m on comms blackout for a couple days, so message me whenever you want so I can read them all when we’re back online.

Your Bradley

01/06 @ 10:07pm

Perfect! Love you and stay safe, rocketman.

01/06 @ 10:09pm

Love you too, kid.

01/09 @ 6:11pm

Bradley, I don’t mean to alarm you, but there was a raccoon in your garage! Scratch that, a FAMILY of raccoons!??! I’m sure Mr Harrington was ready to call the cops when he heard my scream. They’re so cute, but also terrifying at the same time? So, I called Pete and he came right over, a true knight in shining armor! Amelia and I did a THOROUGH sweep of the house to make sure they were relegated to the garage. Pete got them out safe and sound with a random tennis racket and your 4 iron, but somebody’s coming tomorrow to check on how they got in there. And I know they aren’t hurting anyone, but I just don’t want there to be any issues later on? (The babies were actually so cute and reminded me of my cat growing up, Porter.) Anyway! Enough drama for tonight, I hope that gets a laugh out of you - talk soon!

Love you! x

01/10 @ 8:05am

Well, the exterminator got here around 7:30 and sprayed all this stuff and blocked the hole in the crawl space of the garage. He showed me pictures and let me tell you, there was quite the nest up there. These raccoons were living large over the holidays.

01/12 @ 5:21pm

Okay! I’m in the parking lot, waiting for my first cooking class to start. Is it weird I’m a little nervous? I hope everyone else’s skill level is similar, I don’t like feeling behind. I brought my new apron, ironed it and everything. I feel a little like Ina Garten, isn’t she just divine? Okay, okay, I’m going in now! I’ll let you know how it goes! Thanks again for getting me these xx

01/12 @ 7:03pm

I feel so tired? Like my hand cramped a little bit? We started off the class with knife skills, which we’re going to do every week and then made this “simple” egg dish, which was NOT simple and I overcooked the egg. Ina would be so disappointed. Alas! Onto next week. Love you!

01/15 @ 9:12pm

Bradley you’re not going to BELIEVE what just happened on Succession. My heart is POUNDING? Do you think if I called and asked really nicely the Navy would get an HBO subscription for everyone? That is what I would like my tax dollars to go towards. Can you get me a direct line to someone in charge please? Love you!

01/16 @ 7:47am

Not to worry my little Barefoot Contessa, I have returned back to civilization (ie the internet), though am dismayed to have missed this mind blowing Succession episode? Has Perry Mason started back up again or will we be able to watch that together?

Bob and I were in the gym earlier and he almost dropped a dumbbell on my foot, I swear my life flashed before my eyes. But I had a new PR on the bench press today, up to 285 pounds. Glad the cooking lesson went well though! What’s the class makeup like? x Bradley

01/16 @ 9:04am

I’m glad you’re back online and safe! Perry Mason has not started yet, though I’m still certain you’re the only person under the age of 55 that watches it (I guess I should say we’re the only people under the age of 55 that watch it, but whatever). You’ve also missed a couple Top Chef episodes, but we can always binge this season later.

There’s about 12 of us in the class and it’s pretty evenly split? Though there’s tragically this really annoying couple who were at the station next to me. I hope we get to change next week, I don’t think I can watch them feed each other food another week.

And I’m still waiting for that direct line to the Navy, Bradshaw! Love you! x

01/1 6 @ 6:59pm

Wait, wait, how did I miss there? There was a WHAT in my garage? A raccoon? Multiple raccoons? We need to get a dog or a cat or something. x Bradley

01/18 @ 7:02am

Bradley!! I know we talked about a trip once you got home (provided you still feel up for it with the transition and all), what if we went here? I was talking about our tentative plans with my dad and Mary before I went back to San Diego and they went to Punta Mita this past fall and LOVED it! What do you think? Love you!

01/18 @ 6:03pm

Holy shit! That looks absolutely amazing, yes I’d love to go! Can we afford that though? It looks expensive? xBradley

01/18 @ 6:05pm

YAY!! Ahh, I’m so excited you have no idea! I want to hug and kiss you so bad right now! We can fly for free since I have a bunch of AA points (thank you pwc) and then I have like a million Amex points, so it’s not full price!!

01/18 @ 6:12pm

When you say ‘like a million’ do you actually mean a million or?

01/18 @ 6:14pm

Yes! I’ve had this card for like 15 years! My whole family does the pooling on it! It’s a drop in the bucket, promise! Plus, I always use my other card for work and that has a whole bunch of Bonvoy points on it, too. We could stay at one of those? I think there’s a St Regis next door?

01/18 @ 6:22pm

Sweetheart, I want to go, I just don’t want you to waste all those points on this.

01/18 @ 6:26pm

What if we go for 6 nights instead of 9? Maybe no plunge pool? Or we could pay cash instead? And then I could get 6x the points from paying that way? So, really….the points just keep accumulating, we’ve got to use them sometime! The points can pay for the flights and the hotel and then we can split the room charges and incidentals 50:50?

Will you think about it? You don’t have to give me an answer right away and we can always pick another hotel? But if we want to go someplace in late March/early April, I think we should book soon with spring break and all? Not that I imagine many coeds will be staying at the Four Seasons, but you never know…

01/18 @ 6:33pm

You gotta send me a ppt on all this points stuff, you know math stresses me out. And no, I don’t think many coeds will be staying at the Four Seasons, kid.

01/18 @ 6:37pm

Can I send you a dossier with everything!?! Even if you say no to that I’m doing it anyway ;) just promise me you’ll think about it, please? I’ll do whatever you want, Bradley <3

01/18 @ 6:40pm

Yes, please send the dossier my way henceforth, Moneypenny.

And you’ll do whatever I want, huh? Might have to send you a dossier of my own now…

(But yes, I promise I’ll seriously consider everything. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to spend all this money to make me happy. I’d say we’d both be happy camping out on the beach, but I think that might be a security issue down there, plus neither of us like camping - anyway, you know what I mean.)

01/18 @ 6:43pm

Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw!! Is this a dossier for my eyes only? What will M say!? I’ll send you mine if you send me yours?

(But seriously, thank you! I’ll send you more specifics tomorrow - like pricing and whatnot - and you can take a couple days to think it over. And thank you for clarifying the camping thing, I was worried for a second there.)

I love you so much rocketman and we’ll talk (email) tomorrow

x Moneypenny

01/18 @ 6:46pm

I’d say ‘sleep tight,’ but that’s a given considering you haven’t been fucked in a couple weeks.

(Perfect, I genuinely am really excited about it, just want to make sure it works out for us both.)

Love you so much, kid

Your Bradley

01/18 @ 6:58pm

Bradley Bradshaw!! You did not just say that over a government email server!

Imissyourcocksobadlyit’sdrivingmeinsane

01/18 @ 7:01pm

Couldn’t help it. Plus, we both know it’s true.

01/18 @ 7:04pm

Oh, shut up. Shut me up

01/18 @ 11:43pm

I’m sorry if I came off too strong about planning earlier, I might’ve gotten a little carried away and been a little too eager about planning something five days after you’re home from a three month detachment. If at any time before you come home or even right after you come home you don’t feel up to the trip, please please please tell me. I want to do something nice for you and give you a chance to truly relax, but I’d hate for it to come at a price. So, just let me know, okay? Say the word and we’ll push it, alright? I don’t exactly know what you’re going through, but tell me if it’s ever too much. I’ll always be here, promise. Love you x

[dossier_for_your_eyes_only.ppt]

01/19 @ 8:29am

Kid, no. I promise I’ll tell you. You know I love how excited you get planning things. I think I like it so much because you take care of it all. Sure, you ask for my opinion and what I want, but I just have to tell you one thing, one idea and you take care of it.

Funny though, isn’t it? How it’s totally opposite in the other side of our relationship? You tell me one thing, one idea and I take care of all of it? Bet it’s hard for you not having someone around to do that for you? Maybe next time we Facetime we can talk more about that? x B

01/19 @ 10:11am

Luckily, I have a very creative imagination, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw.

See right now, I’m in my office, sitting at my desk, feeling so overwhelmed. It almost hurts how overwhelmed and frustrated I am. And you bust down the door, hair windswept like you’d flown to Del Mar, and you have that slutty flight suit on and I don’t even mind that you’re sweaty and gross. You smell absolutely divine and I rake my hands through your hair as you eat me out underneath my glass desk. I get a conference call, but you don’t stop the entire time. You like how squirmy and fussy I get, I can’t focus on the deliverable I’m working on for the client. You like that I can’t control myself, that I squeeze my thighs around your head. Eventually, you can’t take it anymore, your cock is aching so badly, and you need to fuck me on top of my desk. You’re so strong it almost breaks. You fuck me so good everyone in the office can hear me crying out for you.

(actually, I’m on the couch, watching college football, but it’s more fun to imagine you fucking me in my office - see, creative imagination! Make sure you get a quiet room for that Facetime...)

Love x

01/19 @ 7:29pm

You think you’re funny, huh? You have any more of those thoughts, feel free to send them my way. ‘m taking out that picture you gave me for Christmas right now. How you taking care of yourself? My imagination isn’t as creative as yours. B

01/19 @ 7:40pm

Guess you’ll have to wait for our next Facetime…

01/20 @ 4:24pm

Your dad and Mary write me emails, you know. They aren’t as good correspondents as you are (for how could they possibly be, my dear?), but they check in about once a week or so. Mary sends me some of the articles she gives her students and talks about the show she’s watching with your dad. Your dad mainly talks about you. It makes me wish my parents were still around to do this stuff with me. Just checking in and writing emails and bragging about me to my girlfriend? How was yesterday’s class?

Your Bradley

01/20 @ 5:39m

I didn’t know they wrote you that often and I’m beyond embarrassed that my dad talks about me that much? But come on, Bradley…you have someone who does that, too? He’s about 5’8” (on a good day), looks great in a leather jacket, and just spent about two hours last weekend cleaning your gutters and telling me about how you won your high school’s debate scholarship?? Like how could you not tell me that? It’s literally one of the hottest things I’ve heard about you!

Class was good! They taught us a trick to cut onions without crying and one of the other girls complimented my apron! We’re doing meats next week, cutting, marinating, cooking, etc. and I’m excited!

01/20 @ 5:42pm

Oh gee, I bet it’s just awful for you to have Mav around all the time. Knight in shining armor…

01/20 @ 5:48pm

He’s not a bother! And it’s not all the time! We’re actually going to get lunch together on Saturday! It’s this new place on the water.

01/20 @ 5:50pm

Sounds like a cute little date! You’ll have to tell me how he is. Love you so much B

01/20 @ 5:55pm

I’ll keep ya posted, bubs! Love you!

01/22 @ 10:01am

Breaking news, kid. Your esteemed, naval aviator boyfriend is going to be on 60 Minutes at the end of February. Totally came out of left field, but I couldn’t say anything until they finished filming. It’s about the Navy in the Pacific and “the lost art of shipbuilding.” They even rigged up a camera on my plane and everything, it was so cool. I’ve been dying to tell you, but again couldn’t say anything until it was official. I probably won’t be on it long since they interviewed the Admiral and Pac Fleet Commander for most of it, but yeah, Payback and Bob and I will be on with my girl Norah. I made sure I had enough sunscreen on so I was camera ready at all times. Love you B

01/22 @ 10:09am

YOU’RE FUCKING SHITTING ME????? Oh my god, Bradley! That’s amazing! Margie even ran into my office to see what made me shriek! I am TOTALLY having a viewing party! Oh my god, how do you think it went? Did they get your good side? What about hair and makeup? I know you get helmet hair, bubs.

Seriously, so so excited and proud of you, Bradley! I’m going to make my dad and Mary come down for it! She doesn’t teach on Mondays, so this is perfect for them to stay over Sunday night! But now don’t go letting all that fame get to your head, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw 😉 Love you so much x

01/24 @ 12:17pm

Rocketman -

I was sitting at my desk earlier and listening to some music before my 12:30 meeting and Elton John’s Rocket Man popped up on my shuffle. Obviously, as you are my rocketman, I always think of you whenever I hear it, but today the lyrics really scratched that special part of my brain, so I did a deep dive into the song’s origins.

Please note, I’m including this time in my billable hours to the client (re. you). My findings are as follows:

Bernie Taupin was inspired by a Ray Bradbury story written in 1951 titled ‘The Rocket Man’ - not drugs as the urban legend states! Drugs! Imagine!

Bradbury’s ‘The Rocket Man’ was first published in Maclean’s, a weekly Canadian magazine, before it was published in the short story collection ‘The Illustrated Man’ that same year

‘The Illustrated Man’ later was made into a film, though ‘The Rocket Man’ story was notably absent

Some of more popular and renowned stories from the collection include ‘The Veldt’ and ‘The Long Rain,’ the latter of which is commonly read in high school honors English

Was client in honors English? Please confirm in follow up correspondence

Client has mentioned extensive library resources at disposal - perhaps he can check this collection out on his next visit? But for now, an executive summary has been provided:

With space travel more commonplace in society, Doug’s father, an astronaut, is sent on frequent, three- month journeys into space

Despite missing his dad, Doug also longs to be a Rocket Man, though his mother frequently prevails on Doug to beg his father to stay on Earth and be with the family

“What’s it like, out in space?” Mother shot me a frightened glance. It was too late. Dad stood there for a full half minute trying to find an answer, then he shrugged.“It’s the best thing in a lifetime of best things.” Then he caught himself. “Oh, it’s really nothing at all. Routine. You wouldn’t like it.” He looked at me, apprehensively. “But you always go back.” “Habit.”

The father finds that his work is ruining his life, but the draw of the stars is too great: "You don’t know what it is. Every time I’m out there I think, if I ever get back to Earth I’ll stay there; I’ll never go out again. But I got out, and I guess I’ll always go out.”

Even while on vacation with the family, having Thanksgiving dinner, or sitting on the back porch, the father’s eyes are always on the sky…

Doug’s father begs him to not be like him, to not be a rocket man, but what happens when his father goes on one last journey to the stars?

Through much reflection, I have decided that ‘The Rocket Man’ was written about you - and your mom and your dad and me and on and on until there is no longer a need for Rocket Men - or the rocket man simply stops and breaks the cycle

You are both the Rocket Man and the little boy, forever waiting for his father to come home from space

The allure of flying, of being a ‘rocket man,’ is both too great and too sad for you to ignore

None of this is to say the rocket man is selfish, no. He simply cannot resist the temptation. He knows nothing other than the thrill and peace of being amongst the stars

And his mother shielding Doug from the sun at the end is like your mom asking Mav to pull your papers, she does it to save him, but it cannot keep him from becoming his father

Needless to say - I had to postpone my 12:30 meeting until tomorrow as my eyes were far too puffy and any word I tried to say felt like cotton in my mouth.

I miss you and I love you - your ‘Lilly’

01/24 @ 8:22pm

Fuck - I love you so much. My clever girl.

01/24 @ 8:28pm

I pour my heart out to you and that’s all you have to say, rocketman? ‘Fuck - I love you so much’

(of course, I also love you so much, my clever boy.)

01/24 @ 8:30pm

Darling - it’s going to take me a little longer to come up with any commentary you deem appropriate, so for the sake of time, yes. I gotta read this story in full. I’ll be at the library at my earliest convenience. ‘The client’ will send an annotated copy with his notes henceforth.

01/24 @ 8:32pm

Of course, sweet boy. Goodnight, I love you so much. x

01/25 @ 11:44am

As promised, my darling girl. Love you.

[b.bradshaw_the rocket man_final paper.pdf]

01/25 @ 7:14pm

Oh Bradley! I love you so much, rocketman. Yes, I couldn’t have said it better. Yours x

01/26 @ 10:39am

Bradley! They’re sending me to London in February for two weeks! I even get a swanky corporate apartment for the stay. I wish you could come with me - even if it was just for a long weekend? We could go to all my favorite restaurants and afternoon tea and for walks in all the parks. One day it’ll work out!

But tragedy of all tragedies! I just realized I’m going to miss a couple cooking lessons when I’m in London! I already emailed the instructor before today’s class and she said there’s other classes throughout the week that are behind us, so I can make it up with them! Ahhh I’m so excited! Talk soon, love you!

01/26 @ 11:13pm

I didn’t realize how nervous I was about the trip until I went to bed tonight. It’ll be my first trip abroad since I got my promotion in November. Plus, it’s a completely different client than my last trip abroad and I’ve only met one person on this new London team before. Sometimes I go into these meetings and still feel like a little kid? I’m always the youngest person in the room and normally the only woman and on one hand, that’s cool? But sometimes I feel like someone’s daughter instead of their colleague? Like these guys are my dad’s age? And they’re actually supposed to listen to what I have to say about their company? Do you ever feel like that? Like you don’t really belong, despite knowing you’ve earned your place? I wish you were beside me right now. My bed feels way too big tonight. Love you.

01/27 @ 7:48am

Sweetheart! I am so unbelievably proud of you! That’s amazing! You gotta celebrate, go out to dinner with Caro and Darcy, maybe even Nat! I know you’ve been working so hard these last couple of weeks, you absolutely deserve this. I can’t say I know exactly what you’re going through, but yes. I have absolutely felt like I haven’t belonged or deserved something despite having ‘checked off all the boxes.’ I felt that way when I got promoted to LC and when I got that award in October. Everytime I see it on my uniform, I feel a bit like a faker? Like do I really deserve this? But then I remember the way you smiled at me when I got back to my seat that night and how proud of me you were and I think maybe I do deserve it? Plus, I also think of how goddamn gorgeous you looked all fucked out later that night.

And please note, I would happily slip into bed alongside you, especially since my bed feels way too small tonight. Love you, Bradley

01/27 @ 10:56am

Thank you for earlier. I don’t know, sometimes I just feel like I’m just too soft for all of this? Like I’m always trying to prove something to everyone and I get a little lost. Tell me something good? x

01/27 @ 7:01pm

How about this? Every time I go up in the sky and see the way the sun hits the clouds, I think of you. I’ve never wanted to be with someone as much as I want to be with you. I love you so much, kid

Your Bradley

01/27 @ 7:06pm

Sometimes I can’t believe we love each other this much, it feels like a dream x

01/27 @ 7:11pm

I can. Your Bradley

01/30 @ 7:08am

i slept in one of your shirts last night. it doesn’t smell like you anymore, but it feels like you: soft and safe and warm x

01/30 @ 7:23am

Well I spray my pillowcase with your perfume whenever I miss you so I guess we’re even

Your Bradley

ps - can you send me another bottle?

01/30 @ 7:34am

You’re already out? What sort of illicit behavior are you engaging in with that perfume bottle?

01/30 @ 10:33pm

I burrow my face in my pillow so I can smell it while I fist my cock, why? What’d you have in mind?

01/30 @ 10:37pm

How does that work though? Like genuinely? Do you jack off with Rueben in the top bunk? Or wait till he’s in the gym? I’ve been curious about this for a while now. What about the showers? Is it like an open floor plan thing? Or are there stalls? Is there a Zillow listing for this aircraft carrier?

01/30 @ 10:41pm

Now why would I ruin the mystery?

01/30 @ 10:43pm

Bradley!!!!

01/30 @ 10:44pm

Atta girl, that’s the spirit! Love you

02/02 @ 6:30pm

I am so sick of going to the gym. It seems like it’s all Payback and I do lately. We got this new workout regime that’s been killing me - don’t say it’s because I’m old. Though, I have been using my Theragun. Payback does my back if I do his in return. It was only awkward the first time he turned it on too hard and yelped (please tell everyone that).

02/02 @ 6:46pm

Oh, so you and Rueben Theragun each other, huh? Say more Lieutenant Commander!

02/04 @ 2:45pm

Going to Pete and Penny’s in a bit to watch the Super Bowl! Max is at the game, apparently his golf buddy Jimmy G hooked him up, though he neglected to bring me or Caroline. I feel like you would’ve been his first choice, so take that as a compliment I suppose. Do you guys do anything onboard for it? I have $350 on the 49ers winning by 3. Have a lovely day my darling boy x

02/04 @ 9:30pm

Guess who’s as snug as a bug on a rug in her bed AND $1400 dollars richer? That would be me! When you get home we’re going to Juniper and Ivy, my treat, bubs! x

02/06 @ 4:57am

Awww sweetheart are you gonna sugar mama me again?

02/06 @ 7:03am

You do know the only reason you’re getting away with that is because there’s an ocean between us, right?

02/06 @ 6:00pm

Sorry, couldn’t resist! Love you! B

02/06 @ 6:10pm

You’re lucky I love you so much. x

02/08 @ 9:58pm

Can you imagine if I was gone for 20 years?

02/08 @ 10:11pm

Bradley that’s not funny

02/08 @ 10:13pm

It’s not supposed to be. I’m reading the Odyssey and it got me thinking.

02/08 @ 10:16pm

Bradley I love you something awful, but you are such an old man sometimes.

Are you going through some sort of midlife crisis reading the Odyssey while you’re at sea?? Is the Old Man and the Sea next?

(ps i love the thought of you reading in your bunk in your spare time and being so struck by something composed thousands of years ago that you have to email me)

02/08 @ 10:20pm

They wait 20 years to get back to each other - practically half their lives. They miss so many things and barely knew each other before he left, but they’re still so - I don’t even know? They’re just so intent on getting back to the other in Odysseus’s case? While Penelope makes sure there’s something for him to come back to? And I must’ve read this stanza ten times before I had to email you:

"...the gods cast me upon Ogygia, Calypso's island, home of the dangerous sea nymph with glossy braids, and the goddess took me in in all her kindness, welcomed me warmly, cherished me, even vowed to make me immortal, ageless, all my days - but she never won the heart inside me, never"

And I know it’s not a perfect comparison or parallel, but I read that last bit and I couldn’t help but think of you? And how you’re the one who won my heart and it’s always going to be that way. Whether I see you in twenty seconds or twenty years.

02/08 @ 10:23pm

You’d come home to me whether it took twenty seconds or twenty years. You’d come home to me and I’d know you anywhere. I love you so much.

02/08 @ 10:58pm

“Now help me, please, to get back home, and quickly! I miss my family. I have been gone so long it hurts.”

Your Bradley

02/09 @ 7:03pm

At the airport for London! Taking off! And I may or may not have used points to upgrade to a Club World seat…but like? It’s a nonstop flight, so it’s okay, right? Work’s already paying for business class? It’s points from my work card? It’ll be fine, right?

I had to take an ativan in the lounge. I just hate that I still get so nervous whenever I fly long distance? I fly all the time, I shouldn’t be like this? You know, one time, I pretended you were flying my plane. I know it’s kind of dumb and silly and a completely different type of plane, but it made me feel better because you’d never let anything happen to me.

Anyway, we’re book buddies!! I went to the bookstore a couple days ago and got a copy! I read the Odyssey back in high school, but forgot so much. I was reading in the lounge and this part made me think of you:

“...this lovely house, my marriage home, so full of wealth and life, which I suppose I will remember even in my dreams.”

I’ll text you when I land my darling boy, love you x

02/10 @ 6:02am

You gotta squeeze every last bit of your per diem out of pwc. You’ve been working way too hard lately. Fuck it, on the way home just put the upgrade on your work card or put it on mine. Have a safe (rest of your) flight - maybe one day you’ll let me take you up. Love Bradley

02/10 @ 10:08am

Just landed and on my way to the office (already…)

I thought of you as I read and stared out the window on the plane. I could pretend I’m flying towards you, rather than further away. I can’t imagine how you feel doing this everyday, but I imagine it’s like feeling limitless, like everything is in front of you, there for the taking. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you take me up one day.

I’ll keep you posted on how everything’s going if you do the same. All my love x

02/12 @ 5:49am

How’s it going, kid? They working you too hard? You’re in London! Try to enjoy it, you deserve it. One of the guys I’m with gave me a restaurant recommendation for you, said the drinks were amazing, his wife loved it. Do something fun while you’re there! And send me some pictures dammit!

Love you,

Bradley

02/12 @ 8:22am

Bradley! It’s been so so crazy here! I feel like I haven’t stopped since I landed. My ‘flat’ is so cute and right by the client’s offices, so it’s an easy commute. I feel so professional taking the Tube places too! It’s one thing I’d like us to have in San Diego as opposed to all the traffic. Also, it’s CHILLY here and I’m so glad I dug my big coat out of storage. I’ll try and check the restaurant out this weekend, I’m gonna sneak in a trip to the Tate, too. I’ve always wanted to see the Turners. Talk soon and love you bunches! x

02/14 @ 9:54am

Bradley Bradshaw! You absolute SAP! HOW!?! Did you conspire with my dad again? Thank you for the flowers! I’m going to have the biggest smile on my face all day. I love you and hope this is the first of a lifetime of Valentine’s Days together. Always x

02/14 @ 7:33pm

Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, kid. I’m not gonna lie, I gave your dad very specific instructions for the bouquet (I was going to ask Max, but he’d probably swap it for something ugly and cheap and keep the change…kidding (not)), so I’m glad they turned out well. It was a very big day on board today: we got special red heart cookies for the holiday. The mood was infectious, I can still taste the sprinkles. Maybe you could cook for me on our next Facetime? Have you learned anything good in class lately? It doesn’t have to be fancy, just wanna see you (and maybe also live vicariously through whatever you’re making).

02/14 @ 7:33pm

Bradley! I think I can swing that for you, when do you think our next call will be?

02/16 @ 3:18pm

Kid, you spoil me. This package is amazing, I don’t know where to start (just kidding it’s with the Cadbury chocolate and the Sudocrem as my burnt shoulders thank you), but everything is wonderful, thank you. I love hearing about London and seeing the pictures you sent last time. But I do have one complaint…you’re not in any of the pictures, kid, and that’s truly egregious. (Think we won’t be able to Facetime for a while, I gave Payback my slot the other day.)

02/16 @ 3:23pm

That’s not true! I’m in the one in front of the Tate!

02/16 @ 3:25pm

Yeah, but I can’t see you under all those layers! Just want to see your face. It’s been way too long since our last Facetime.

02/16 @ 9:52pm

As requested, Lieutenant Commander. I had one of the girls in the London office take this at dinner tonight. She really did wonders with the lighting and even managed to get my sidecar in the pic! x Love you

02/17 @ 6:55am

You look pretty. New dress? B

02/17 @ 7:17am

Maybe…it was on sale, couldn’t resist. But you’re gonna hate me because all of my clothes are very much not going to fit in your closet. Also, I bought you a new jacket and some socks. x

02/17 @ 7:20am

Ehhh I’m not too worried about the closet thing. But if you keep buying me clothes we might have a problem.

02/17 @ 7:24am

It’s so cute though!! You’re going to look so handsome in it! I got the green one for you!

02/17 @ 7:29am

Okay, admittedly a very nice jacket, thank you. But you are aware that we live in San Diego…

02/17 @ 7:31am

I am aware of that fact, LC Bradshaw. You can wear it when we visit my parents. Hell, I had to get my coat out of my storage closet for this trip.

02/17 @ 6:53pm

Sighhhhh you raise a good point. Alright, alright, thank you for the jacket and socks my darling girl. What’d you have for dinner last night? We had chicken with these absolutely awful biscuits, tasted like saw dust, my stomach was growling for some more of that Cadbury chocolate (yes, Payback and I ate all of it already, though it was mainly Payback) for hours afterward.

02/17 @ 6:59pm

Oh my sweet boy! Who do I need to call about your meal plan? Give me the number and I’ll call the Navy up right now. And I had scallops with truffle risotto. It was delicious. Wanted to lick the bowl clean. Love you bubs x

02/19 @ 10:22pm

Bubs, I cannot eat another meal out. I feel like I’m going to burst. I’ve gone to so many work dinners and lunches even before coming here, it almost makes me feel like a glutton.

I miss you and your cooking (though I’ll have you know that my skills were vastly improving before my trip abroad!) and you standing behind me at the counter while I try to perfectly cut peppers. Sometimes I do it wrong on purpose so you’ll put your arms around me and I can feel the rumble of your voice. Would we call that weaponized incompetence? You better be ready for some Michelin Star meals when you get home, buddy. I just can’t wait to be home with you and roll over next to you in the morning and to tell you to stop snoring and that the battery in the smoke detector needs to be changed. I can’t wait to be home with you and make a life with you. I’m going to be really sappy now, but let me have this because I was reading this poem the other day and thought of you.

“I am supposed to be touched. I can’t wait to find the person who will come into the kitchen just to smell my neck and get behind me and hug me and breathe me in and make me turn around and make me kiss his face and put my hands in his hair even with my soapy dishwater drips. I am a lovely woman. Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?” (x)

Only a month until you’re home with me, I hope you’re hungry.

All my love x

02/20 @ 4:50am

It’s only weaponized incompetence if the other person minds. I, however, do not mind. I loved that quote you sent me, going to be thinking about that one for a long time. I hate to tell you this, but I’m gonna be offline for a couple days. I hate that it’s at the end of your trip, but please please message me when you’re leaving/taking off and again when you land, you know I worry. Love you and am so unbelievably proud of you, kid! You killed it in London. Your Bradley

02/20 @ 7:03am

That’s okay, I totally understand. I’ll give you all the details on our next Facetime. In the meantime, I message you when I leave. Stay safe and love you, Bradley! x

02/23 @ 3:45pm

Taking off soon! I got an upgrade again, thankfully! And I made sure to put your new coat in my carry on - I don’t trust British Airways not to lose it! Taking an ativan again so hopefully I’ll sleep the entire flight - love you and talk soon!

02/24 @ 10:33pm

Just landed, slept through….90% of the flight! Apparently, there was bad turbulence, so probably for the best. Now, I know you would never have me deal with that my darling rocketman! Talk later - love you! x

02/25 @ 7:09pm

Feels kind of weird being back? I can’t quite get back into my routine. I’m not sure if it’s jet lag or something else? Feeling a little lost? x

02/26 @ 7:55pm

Bradley!!! You were so good, I’m so so proud of you! Max had everyone over at his place for us to watch you! We have quite the party here including my parents, Pete, Penny and Amelia, Natasha, Mickey and Cielo, Caroline, and Darcy. I’ll have to tell you about the parents meeting later. I wish you had been here for it, they took to each other like bees to honey.

You looked tragically handsome, I practically had to hold back a moan when you were standing on the flight deck talking to Norah O’Donnell (is she as nice in person as she is on TV?). God, I want to ravish you, you sounded so fucking smart. You know like half the country is going to be in love with you now, right? I’ve got to get back to everyone, Max ordered dinner for us afterwards, but I had to email you as soon as you finished!

Just wanted to let you know how proud of you I am and how much I love you x

02/27 @ 5:09am

Thanks, kid. Sorry it took me a bit to respond, things have been getting a bit crazy, you know, now that I’m a celebrity and all? We’re winding down this training, so the next couple weeks are gonna be full of debriefs and paperwork, which means I should have a more stable schedule. Love you B

02/28 @ 11:48pm

Sometimes I wonder if you were here what would you do? Hold me? Love me? I never feel small except when I’m in your arms. x

02/29 @ 11:48pm

Some nights in bed, if I try really hard, I can imagine I’m laying down next to you. And it makes everything just a little easier. Bradley

03/01 @ 12:56am

I haven’t taken anything besides my fingers in months. You’re going to stretch me out so well when you get home.

03/01 @ 7:19pm

And I’m gonna mark your ass pink for that comment. I can’t believe you sent that in the middle of the day. You getting yourself off at work? Dirty girl.

03/01 @ 9:41pm

Never feels as good as when you do it.

03/01 @ 10:01pm

And my hands pale in comparison to your pretty little cunt. You know that first time we slept together you were so fucking tight, I knew you hadn’t had a good fuck in ages. It gonna be like that again when I come home?

03/01 @ 10:05pm

Where are you going to have me first?

03/01 @ 10:06pm

In our bed, in our house, after you make me dinner in our kitchen.

03/01 @ 10:09pm

Just over two weeks now, I can’t wait to see you. x

03/03 @ 5:55am

How you holding up, kid? You doing a little better this week work wise? Try and log off around 5 if you can. Don’t want you getting all worn down on me.

They had us doing these war games yesterday that made me think of you. You would’ve walked circles around some of these other guys I swear. Think I can get a Facetime for us in a couple days? Probably will be our last one before I come home. Love you, B

03/03 @ 7:12am

Bradley! That's the best news I’ve had in ages! I can’t wait to see you! Definitely felt a little lost after coming back from London, but I hope my rut will be over soon? Tying things up with a client is always so lengthy and tedious.

War games! ‘Would you like to play a game?’ I’d ask if you won, but no one ever wins in the art of war 😉Love you!

03/05 @ 8:54pm

So, here’s a new one. My mom called? She’s going to be stateside and wants to get lunch tomorrow. Could’ve done with a bit more warning, but apparently, she has a layover in San Diego on her way to New York to see my brother? I didn’t even know she was going to see him? I don’t even know if I want to see her? It’s funny, I can already tell you exactly how it’ll play out:

We’ll go to lunch at some sort of vegan restaurant, probably Donna Jean

She’ll make me pay

She’ll try to get me to use some sort of herb to promote weight loss since I’m looking a bit “pudgy” around the face

Though she’ll forget to ask about you, she’ll tell me about her latest string of failed relationships with bartenders and surf instructors in Canggu. Or is it Ubud? I genuinely don’t remember, she started in Ubud, but honestly my knowledge of Balinese geography is rudimentary at best

She’ll ask how ‘that woman’ is doing as if Mary is just the woman my dad is seeing, not the woman who raised me and my brother

And finally, she’ll ask for money though betting is still open as to what for!

So, what do you say? Wanna put a wager on it? Your terms.

Love you! x

03/06 @ 6:30am

$100 she orders the caesar and makes you pay. I’m not even going to entertain the third parlay, pretty girl. Oddly feeling like she’s got a winner on her hands so yes she’ll talk about her new paramour. Does she really call Mary ‘that woman?’ And yes, without a question, she will ask you for money.

Your move my gorgeous girl,

Bradley

03/06 @ 7:49pm

I really wish you were here right now. She doesn’t even know me, but she somehow always manages to make me feel small.

Caesar - no croutons

I paid

Pudgy and frumpy, but she was hawking shakes not herbs

Failed relationship? No, she’s actually GETTING MARRIED

She did not ask about you much other than to say I need to watch my figure for you (see bullet point no. 3)

Mary was called ‘that woman’ six times before I stopped counting

She asked for money as a wedding present

So, you didn’t get them all, but not a bad showing. Love you. Talk tomorrow on Facetime. x

03/07 @ 6:09am

God kid, I’m so sorry. She doesn’t know what she’s missing. Actually, I don’t even think she deserves to know what she’s missing. Did you talk to your dad or Mary about it? I know we’re talking later, but I just wanted you to have a message from me before you start your day. What’re you wearing to the office tomorrow? Have you worn that polka dot dress with the bow lately? You know it’s one of my favorites and that I always love unwrapping it when you get home from the office.

Can’t wait to see you tonight. All my love, Bradley

03/07 @ 9:55am

The dress doesn’t fit. My mom was right, I shouldn’t have gotten the french toast.

I’m planning on talking to dad and Mary later today before you and I have our Facetime. I know they’ll make me feel better, much like you have my darling boy, but it still feels pretty crummy. Especially since I’m sure she’s going to have wonderful time in New York with my brother 🙄 and I’ll have to hear all about it next time I talk to him.

And I’m not sure if I’ve unpacked that dress yet! I’ll have to do some digging. Talk soon! x

03/10 @ 3:26am

We had a little baby. He was always giggling and laughing and we were making silly faces and he looked so small in your arms, Bradley. So small and little and he was ours. And then I turned around and he was toddling around the house and we were chasing him and his little legs were moving so quickly and we all wound up on the couch in a tangle of limbs, giggling under the blankets as we tickled him and he called you daddy.

It wasn’t our house - or what will be our house, I guess? Instead of the leather couch you have, it was white and big and wide and the three of us could easily fit on it, snuggled together.

And I could feel your arms around me, rocking me back and forth. I could feel you humming in my ear and kissing my neck and telling me you loved me. I could feel it. I could feel you. I could feel him and you. And it was nice and I felt warm and safe and cherished and loved. Because I felt so much love for this little boy in my arms - the perfect mix of me and you. Everything felt right and perfect.

Except when I rolled over in bed to tell you about it, I realized I was alone in my bed, in my apartment, and not in the house that we shared or with the little boy that looked so much like you and I haven’t felt so empty and sad since I can’t remember when.

And I just miss you so much, Bradley. I know I can come across as glib and unfeeling sometimes and like this doesn’t affect me as much. But it does and sometimes I feel like my heart is going to burst because I’ve never felt like this for anyone else before? It’s never been so easy for me to love someone and let them love me to the point that I always want to be beside them. And I know with your job - and mine - that can’t always happen, but god Bradley I wish you were here right now so you could hold me and tell me you loved me because I just want to feel your arms around me and know you’re real. I want to tell you about the little boy - the perfect mix of me and you.

I love you rocketman x

03/11 @ 12:49pm

I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I realize that’s a lot to drop on you, especially since we can’t talk in person. I guess I’ve just never missed a person more in my life and seeing that future showed me what we could have when you come home. God, Bradley I want you to come home so badly. I want you to stay here with me forever and never leave and to have that cute little boy who was the perfect mix of me and you and to have you here in my arms every night. And I know it’s selfish of me to ask or even make you think about it, but I want you right here - in twenty seconds, not twenty years.

How did your hop go today? x

03/11 @ 7:03pm

I have dreams like that, too. I’ll be little, but still older than I was when my dad died and we’ll be at the beach, running around, and he’ll pick me up and spin me around like I’m flying on an airplane.

But then it’ll be me and my kid, running around and I’ll pick them up and spin them around like they’re flying on an airplane. Sometimes it’s a girl, sometimes a little boy. But I always just can feel and tell that I love them and I’d do anything for them.

And I used to hate waking up alone after I had them and I’d feel empty and sad and like I had the feeling that they should still be there? Except now I have you and I know it doesn’t just have to be a dream?

Sorry it took me so long to reply. Today was hectic and I didn’t get to check my email until later. But if I checked it earlier, my day would’ve been a lot easier on my heart.

All my love,

Your Bradley

03/12 @ 7:11pm

How do you always know exactly what to say? I’m sorry for springing that all on you, know it wasn’t exactly a quick/easy message, but I love that you knew exactly what I meant. My day’s always a lot easier on my heart when I hear from you, too. Love you x

03/13 @ 10:17pm

i miss having you around to take care of me. and telling me what to do and what to wear for you and how you want me and where you want me and when you want me and and and. and how good i feel around you as you come, how you take what’s yours. how i need you to take control and tell me what i need because i’m too much of a dumb slut to figure it out on my own. i need you so much bradley. and it’s so hard because i’m trying to take care of myself like you do and imagine what you’d do if you were with me right now. but i’m so frustrated since no one takes care of me like you do. i feel so empty. nothing stretches me out like you do, nothing makes me feel as small as you do, nothing makes me flush like the sound of your voice against my neck as i come, nothing soothes the ache inside me like you do. need you to call me good girl, pretty girl, sweet girl, anything as long as it’s yours.

i need you i need you i need you i need you bradley bradley bradley bradley

3/13 @ 10:39pm

Awwww sweetheart, did you get yourself all worked up over me? It’s okay, I know it’s hard for you all by yourself. Must’ve been real bad for you to risk this getting flagged, huh? Poor thing, don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.

Want you to pretend I’m next to you, leaning over you as you lay down and touch yourself. Say yes Bradley, more Bradley. Bradley, Bradley, Bradley. Good girl.

Want you naked under the covers, no frilly little pajama set or anything. No, I want your cum to stain the sheets and then for you to have to clean up in the morning, all embarrassed because you did this. You made yourself like this because you can’t control yourself without me around. All that cum being wasted. Nobody around to lick it off your pussy. So what doesn’t get on the sheets, you have to taste. Good girl.

Want you to use your fingers - only your fingers, I’ll know if you use anything else. Start with your breasts. Think of how perfectly they fit in my hands and how yours aren’t quite the same. They aren’t as big. Aren’t as strong. Play with your nipples, drag your nails across the soft skin on the underside of your breasts.

Want you to sigh my name as you slide your hands down your stomach towards your pretty little pussy. Have you shaved? Gotten a wax? You know how I like it, want it just like that when I get home. Pretend it’s my fingers sliding into your cunt. A few touches and you’re already clenching on air and I’m not even around.

In and out, in and out. Circle your clit with your thumb. Add another finger, then another. You rocking your hips yet? I know you’re soaked. I know you want more. Three fingers can’t stretch you out nearly as much as you need. But I don’t know if you can handle anything else without me around. And I know you would never disagree with me, right? Because you’re my good girl and good girls do what they’re told.

Don’t hesitate to get loud. You’re in our house, in our bed, you can be as loud as you want. Bet you’re getting close, huh? Try and last a little longer, can you hear yourself and how wet you are? Are you shaking yet? I know you’re close. Go ahead, speed up your fingers, just the way I do. It’s okay, you can come. Know you’re gonna get sleepy soon, wish I could sleep inside you, nice and tight.

Now say thank you Bradley. Good girl.

03/14 @ 5:49pm

Thank you, Bradley. Thank you for taking care of me last night

You like chicken piccata, right?

03/14 @ 7:33pm

Yeah, kid, I like chicken piccata.

03/14 @ 7:39pm

Okay, that’s good. I’m going to make it when you come home. I ran it by my cooking instructor. Ina’s recipe of course.

(I’ve read your email seven times since you sent it. I’ve thought about it constantly. I want you to take me softly and slowly that first time. But after that? I can’t wait to let go and float. Love you so much x)

03/15 @ 6:09am

You’re the boss. Good thing I’ll be home soon, you’re gonna run out of material. As is, I had to type that last one with one hand.

Love you,

03/15 @ 7:21am

I’ll be good till you get home, promise.

Have a good day, do you think we’ll get to talk much from now till Friday? Love you x

03/15 @ 7:24am

I’ll hold you to it.

I don’t think so, might be able to send one out before leaving the boat. Better make it a good one.

All my love

Your Bradley

03/15 @ 7:25am

You got it! Love you bubs

03/18 @ 11:08pm

Kid - there’s this lyric that keeps running through my head: ‘and I want you right here.’ I want you beside me - today, tomorrow, all my days. I want you right here, beside me forever. In twenty seconds, not twenty years. See you tomorrow.

All my love,

Your Bradley

03/18 @ 11:11pm

See you tomorrow, rocketman. I’ll be the one in blue.

Love you x

a/n: thanks for reading! i'll be back with part ii and part iii (hopefully not in...4 months). i had so much fun writing these and getting to explore a different format and side to their relationship! thanks to alexa @sometimesanalice, kylie @ofstoriesandstardust, cass @notroosterbradshaw, elle @dissonannce, nik @cherrycola27, and loren @heartsofminds for all the support!

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Broken - bonus part

Summary: It's been a year since Bucky moved in and now it's his turn to help you, only problem is you won't let him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: No use of Y/N. Language. A lot of fluff. Eating disorder. Angst.

Word Count: 7.8K

A/N: I made this bonus part to explore more about the eating disorder that was hinted in the first couple of chapters. I had plans to incorporated in the story when I was planning on making it longer, but with how it went it didn't feel like there was a place for it. I'd like to thank @ordelixx for giving me the idea for this additional part. Hope you enjoy it, I'm always open to more ideas so feel free to spam in my inbox or messages, know I always appreciate it! also sorry it took me so long to finish this but I started it and then kind of lost inspiration :(

Masterlist

It’s been a year since Bucky arrived at the tower and about 11 months since his hearing.

As conditioned by his pardon he’s been going to therapy, he’s been training with the team and has been doing more and more missions, on probation, but still he’s been doing better than ever.

Even Tony had to admit that the more time he spent with Bucky the more the super soldier grew on him.

If a few months ago he begrudgingly spent time with the super soldier at your request, if anything to spend time with you too since you’re still inseparable, now Tony actively seeks him out; wanting to study his new vibranium arm, testing his gadgets since he got hurt less easily than the others. Or sometimes simply to talk about things like astronomy after Tony found out about Bucky’s interest in the subject.

They’ve even had a few conversations on Howard and his friendship with the sergeant back in the 40s.

You're proud of all the progress Bucky’s made, and you appreciate the fact that getting more comfortable in the 21st century and becoming more confident didn’t make him pull away from you.

It's a fear you had, that maybe Bucky stuck to you because you were the first person after Steve that made him feel safe, that the more people he got familiar with the more he was gonna pull away from you, not needing you as much anymore.

But, to your delight, Bucky’s still as touchy and clingy towards you as ever, if anything he's grown even more affectionate.

He never lets a day go by without telling you how much he loves you and appreciates you, kissing you any chance he gets and holding you tight every night in the room the two of you have been officially sharing the last few weeks since you’ve all moved to the new Avengers Compound upstate.

You love Bucky’s attention and you’re just as affectionate towards him as he is towards you. Everything was going great.

Until it wasn’t.

You’re on your way to your room, looking forward to seeing Bucky after a full morning of mission reports with Steve and then training with Natasha.

She obviously kicked your ass and you're exhausted, wanting nothing more than to be in his warm embrace for the rest of the day.

Thankfully, it’s friday afternoon and you have no new missions which means your weekend is wide open.

You stop on your tracks when you hear your name being mentioned in a conversation right around the corner.

You recognize one of the voices as Sharon Carter, one of the agents of Shield that lives and works at the compound the Avengers now reside in.

You don’t know why you stop to listen in on the conversation, you’re not really one to eavesdrop, but something about her tone makes your legs refuse to move towards her direction. Which just so happens to be the way towards the Avengers only part of the building.

Your stomach drops when you hear the other girl’s next sentence.

"And can you believe she got Sergeant Barnes to date her?" Sharon groans before answering.

"Of course she did, he was all broken and vulnerable and she was like the first person he met at the tower. He obviously got attached to the first person that was nice to him, otherwise how do you think a girl like her could ever have a chance with him?" she says matter-of-factly.

"You’re right, I mean he’s probably still with her just out of habit. He’s too nice to hurt her feelings." the other girl says, giggling.

"Exactly." Sharon agrees, laughing with her friend. "I mean, he’d never go for her if he met her today. He’d probably be flirting his way through the actually pretty girls that live around here, like you and me."

You can hear their laughter growing louder as they get closer to where you are frozen on your spot and feel yourself starting to panic.

You can’t face them right now, the only thing on your mind is finding a place to hide in.

You see a door behind you and you sprint to it, reaching it, running inside and closing the door softly in record time. You press your ear up against it and can hear the muffled laughter and some more comments on you and Bucky.

When they’re finally far enough that you can’t hear them, you let yourself relax, pressing your back against the door and looking into the dark closet you’re hiding in while you let their words really sink in, your brain working overtime to make sure you didn’t misheard or misinterpreted anything.

Once you’re sure you indeed heard everything correctly, tears start to form in your eyes.

Is that really what people think? That Bucky’s just with you because he pities you?

You’ve always known Bucky was beautiful, definitely the hottest guy you’ve ever seen in your life, and you’ve always known he was out of your league.

You know you’re by no means thin, but you also don’t consider yourself fat, especially not after all the work that it took you to get to a place where you have a healthy relationship with your body.

Yes, you still have your doubts and insecurities, but that’s just in your head.

Although here you are, hiding in a supply closet, tears streaming down your face, because there are actual people outside of your head that see your flaws too.

One thing is to wonder about this stuff in the middle of the night when you can’t sleep, the voices in your head taking over, but to hear those same thoughts coming out of someone else’s mouth hit you hard.

You don’t even know how long you stay hidden, but at some point you snap out of it and dry your tears, opening the door and making the way to your room.

It feels like only a second passes and then you’re opening the door of yours and Bucky’s room. You make a beeline for the bathroom, barely acknowledging your boyfriend when he greets you as you lock the bathroom door behind you.

Bucky’s eyebrows furrow at your cold shoulder, immediately getting worried. He gets up from the bed and knocks on the door of the bathroom calling out for you. "Everything okay?"

You can hear the concern in his voice and it only makes you feel worse as you find yourself wondering if he’s actually worried or just that good at pretending.

You look at your reflection in the mirror and all of a sudden you feel nauseous but you barely have time to realize it’s not just in your head when you’re suddenly throwing up in the toilet.

Bucky’s more worried than ever as he hears you be sick from the other side of the door. "Doll, I need you to talk to me or I will break down the door."

He knows it may not be the ideal thing to say, but his concern outweighs his rational thinking when you stop making sounds as he still hasn't heard your voice and is worried you might’ve passed out.

"I’m okay." your voice is quiet, but at least you’re conscious.

"Can you open the door for me, doll?" He can hear you sigh and shuffle a bit, probably getting up. Then he hears the faucet of the sink being turned on as you splash some water on your face.

He’s a little calmer now, patiently waiting for you and he lets out a little breath of relief when he hears the lock click.

You open it reluctantly, trying your best to look normal, but Bucky can see right through you.

"What’s wrong, baby?" he brings his hands to your cheeks and you can’t help but lean into them for a second before you grab his wrists and gently lower his hands, his face more worried than before.

"I’m fine, Bucky." you say, your voice almost emotionless.

"You were just throwing up. You’re not fine." it takes all of him not to reach for you again, not wanting to cross your boundaries.

"It’s nothing. Maybe I’m just sick. I’ll take a shower, it’ll make me feel better." You don’t give him time to respond as you close the door and lock it again, starting the shower.

Bucky feels like he can barely breathe, your behavior making him more worried than he’s been since the 40s and he had to take care of sickly little Steve.

Youìve never acted like this with him, when you were sick or even grumpy from your period you usually became clingy and wanted him around even more than you usually do. But he gives you the benefit of the doubt.

If you were sick this wasn’t the moment to think about himself. He has to take care of you first and he can ask more later you when you're feeling better.

With new resolve he heads towards the kitchen, determined to get everything you might need to make you feel better.

You stay in the shower for over an hour, trying to avoid Bucky as much as you can, but you know you had to get out and face him eventually.

When you come out of the bathroom you find him sitting in the desk chair, the desk full of things you’re pretty sure weren’t there when you entered the room.

Bucky's on his feet and coming towards you in a second, your favorite pair of pajamas in his hand.

"Are you feeling better?" he asks you softly, worry still present on his features.

You can’t bring yourself to look at him, taking the clothes and changing as fast as you can, a small ‘I’m fine’ leaving your lips.

"What's all of this?" you ask, stepping around him and walking towards the desk.

"Oh, I just brought you some things to make you feel better." He can't help himself as he wraps his arms around you from behind while you look through the things he brought you.

He got you all sorts of pain meds, your favorite snacks and drinks, your heating pad and your favorite comfort book.

You want to cry at the sight, but part of you can't help but doubt Bucky, even with how sweet he’s being.

You snap out of it when you feel Bucky give you a kiss on the shoulder and, suddenly, it all feels fake and it’s too much for you.

You place your hands on his and move his arms away from you, then start heading towards the bed.

"I’m not hungry. I just want to sleep for a bit." That's all you say as you lay down and turn your back on him, tears threatening to fall down again.

You hear him sigh behind you. Then he moves around and you feel him lay a kiss on your head before he walks out the room shutting the lights on his way, wanting to give you the space you clearly want.

You aren't sure if you're glad you can cry yourself to sleep freely or worried that him walking out solidifies the voices in your head that are telling you that maybe Bucky really doesn’t love you.

When you wake up the next morning Bucky’s arms were wrapped around you from behind.

Usually being in his hold makes you feel safe but right now all you can concentrate on is the feeling of his hands on your belly and how disgusted he would be if he woke up and realized the position you were in, no matter how many times you've been like this.

You slip away from his embrace and go to change into work out clothes. You went to sleep pretty early yesterday so it was still early in the morning when you woke up.

You aren’t expecting to meet anyone yet but, once again, you're proven wrong by the shuffling coming from the kitchen as you make your way to grab a bottle of water.

You approach carefully without making a sound and when you peak around the corner you see Steve, probably back from a morning run, in front of the counter with his back to you and a water bottle in his hand.

You try to move as quietly as possible, even with enhanced hearing your skills have gotten so good you're able to sneak around the super soldiers when needed.

You decide to use the stairs to get to the gym, the door leading to them squeaking lightly. Steve turns around at the sound but seems to decide it was nothing as he shrugs and makes his way to his room.

You’ve been at the gym for a couple of hours, stopping only to grab water from the mini fridge, when the door opens and you hear Bucky’s voice.

"Hey doll, I’ve been looking for you everywhere." His voice sounds genuinely concerned. You have to give him props on his acting skills.

"Yeah, couldn’t sleep." You say without looking at him, barely stopping your punching of the bag in front of you.

"I thought you were sick." he’s slowly getting closer, you’d almost think he was trying to corner a scared animal.

"Clearly I feel better." you shrug, trying to end this conversation as fast as possible.

You feel his hand on your shoulder and finally stop, taking a deep breath before turning to face him.

His face looks more worried than you’ve ever seen it and it almost makes you forget your own concerns about the reality of your relationship.

Almost.

"Maybe you should go visit Bruce, make sure everything’s okay." his eyes never leave your face and you try your best to hide any emotion but it’s always been too easy for him to read you so you shrug his hand from your shoulder, trying to put a little distance between you.

He looks genuinely hurt, but, again, what would you expect from a trained assassin? Pretending comes as naturally to him as breathing.

"I’m fine, Bucky." you turn back to the bag and resume your punching. You’re so lost in your own thoughts you don’t even notice him walking out of the gym.

You work out some more before deciding it’s enough and go back to your room, thankful for the first time that Bucky’s not there.

After you shower and change again you find yourself with nothing to do and, for once, you wish you had paperwork to keep you occupied and give you an excuse to avoid everybody.

You grab your purse and make your way out, mumbling something about having errands to run in the city when you come across some people in the living room, basically running out of there so fast you can’t even tell who’s actually there watching tv.

You spend the whole day running around the city, not really having a destination but when the sun starts coming down you decide to head back.

When you enter the living room you can see everyone sitting at the kitchen table.

"Finally, you’re here! We can eat now." Sam shouts happily and you know you can’t escape this.

"Sorry, didn’t realize you were waiting on me." You say quietly while sitting down in the only free chair that’s unfortunately next to Bucky.

"It’s okay, koala bear." Steve smiles from your other side. "Bucky said you weren’t feeling great, so Wanda made your favorite."

You try to look excited while smiling and thanking Wanda as she and Vision place the food on the table. If she notices something is off, she doesn't say anything, just giving you a smile of her own in return.

"Where were you all day?" Tony asks you.

"The city." you simply say, trying to sound as casual as possible while making no attempt to look at him, or make eye contact with anyone else for that matter.

But Tony seems satisfied with your answer, taking your lack of conversation for tiredness and going back to talking to Clint.

You manage to avoid all conversations with nods and hums and you can feel Bucky’s gaze on you almost as it burns but you can’t find it in yourself to look back at him.

When you feel his hand coming to rest on top of yours on the table you feel like something inside you snaps and you get up abruptly, making everybody stop as they give you confused looks.

"Excuse me, I still don’t feel well. I think I’m gonna go to my room and rest." and, without giving anyone the chance to say anything, you walk away.

There’s a second of silence before the team seems to dismiss your behavior as grumpiness from feeling sick, after all the rare times that you do get sick you get very irritable.

Bucky seems to be the only one to notice your untouched food.

After less than five minutes the door to your room opens and Bucky comes in, finding you sitting on the bed staring at nothing while being clearly lost in your head.

He makes his way to you and kneels down in front of you.

"What’s going on, doll?" He tries his luck again, putting a hand on your knee. He hopes that giving space all day allowed you to come around and now you’ll talk to him.

You prove him wrong by getting up, not even sparing him a glance, and making your way to the closet to try and busy yourself so you won’t have to look at him.

"Nothing." You offer nothing more and Bucky starts getting frustrated with you.

"What is wrong with you today?" He knows something’s wrong. He knows you better than anyone, and he’s trying to be patient with you but you’ve never acted this cold towards him and it scares him.

"Nothing is wrong." You know you’re pushing it. You know you’re doing nothing to alleviate his worries, but you can’t help the feeling that he’s the one in the wrong.

He’s the one out of line, he’s the one that betrayed your trust and hurt you and toyed with your feelings and lied to you about his own. You had every right to be short with him.

Right?

"Something is obviously wrong, why won’t you just talk to me?!" He almost whines and you roll your eyes, your own unjustified irritation coming out.

"Oh, for the love of God, just give it a rest!" you almost yell, and the surprise you find in yourself is nothing compared to the one on Bucky’s face.

"What?" he’s almost whispering and the hurt in his voice for some reason just infuriates you more.

"Stop treating me like I’m made of glass! Not everyone is as needy as you, you know. I’m a grown ass adult and I don’t need you!" You can’t stop shouting, knowing full well you don’t mean a word you’re saying. But you want to hurt him as much as you’re hurting, as wrong as that is.

"Don’t you think I know that you don’t need me?!" He’s yelling too now, and you know you pushed the right button "I know damn well how strong you are, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still worry about you!"

"I don’t need you to worry about me!"

"Well, that’s too damn bad for you, because I love you and I want you to be okay!" God, even shouting he’s still being nice to you.

"Well, that’s too damn bad for you, because it’s none of your business if I’m okay!" Not the best response, but at this point you honestly have no idea of even control of what’s coming out of your mouth anymore.

"God, why are you being such a child about this?!" Bucky barely understands what’s going on right.

The two of you have never fought before, not so much as an argument, and now here you are in a yelling match that started because he's concerned about you.

"Oh boo freaking hoo, poor Bucky having to deal with a child! If you don’t like me just say so!"

"What the hell are you talking about?!" He’s beyond confused now.

"If you don’t want this," you gesture between the two of you "just leave! Go and find someone you actually like! Don’t stay with me just because you feel like you have to!"

"When did I ever say that? Are you out of your mind?!"

"Yes, I’m crazy! Now just leave me the fuck alone!" you yell at the top of your lungs and Bucky seems to freeze in his spot.

Assuming this is over, you turn around and climb into bed, your back to Bucky once again.

When you hear him sigh and start moving you feel like you’re reliving yesterday, except this time you don’t expect him to kiss you but just leave.

He turns off the lights, but you frown when you don’t hear the door, instead you feel the bed dip behind you. You tense up when Bucky’s arms wrap around you from behind, bringing you closer to him with your back pressed against his chest.

"I will choose you over everyone. Even on the days where we don’t understand each other." He whispers in your ear after a moment of silence and you can’t do anything to stop the tears that start coming out as you feel Bucky holding you tighter without saying another word.

You want to believe him, you really do. But Sharon’s voice in your head is like a net, not allowing you to fall fully into Bucky, not being able to accept that someone like him truly loves you.

So you start spending your days by yourself, avoiding people as much as possible.

Everytime you're in a room with someone all you can think about is how they're probably judging you, making just want to run away and hide.

But isolating yourself does nothing to ease your worries as you now spend all your time overthinking and hating on yourself.

You start pulling away from Bucky too and it's killing him.

You still won't talk to him, everytime you're together you pretend that everything's fine.

You put on a smile he knows is fake, really doing the bare minimum to keep a conversation going and when he touches you he always gets the feeling that you wanted nothing more than to slap his hands away.

But you always try to be discreet as you inch away from him with any excuse that comes to mind.

It's the change in your relationship with Bucky that starts to clue the team in on your behavior.

As much as they have fun giving you shit for it, they all admire your closeness and were happy that you found each other.

So they start paying more attention to you. Everybody can see something's wrong, but if you wouldn’t talk to Bucky about it, really what chance do they have?

It doesn't stop them from worrying though, seeing how you seem to waste away.

You spend too much time in the gym, losing weight at an alarming rate and not getting enough sleep to function, sometimes resulting in you falling asleep during meetings or on the mat at the gym.

But you refuse to let Bruce look at you. You refuse any help really, your temper shorter than ever as you end up snapping at people more often than not.

You try to keep it together, but it's obviously not working. The only thing you manage to do is avoiding meals without anyone noticing.

After weeks on end of this, the team decides to do something to try and cheer you up, taking the opportunity of your birthday coming up.

Steve manages to convince Tony to have a small party, just the team and agents of Shield, instead of one of his big parties full of strangers.

They're careful when they approach you with the subject, having taken to walking on eggshells around you. You can’t help feeling bad for the way you’ve been treating them, so you decide to be cool about the party, even knowing deep down you’ll regret it.

Natasha and Wanda offer to go shopping with you for a new dress for the occasion, but you decline their invitation.

You know they're trying to be nice, but just the thought of going from store to store, seeing all those beautiful, skinny women trying on pretty dresses you’d never be able to fit into, together with the two gorgeous redheads, it sounds like hell to you.

Which is why you ask the team to have a more informal dress code than usual, allowing you to dress as comfortable as you can be at the moment with loose fitting pants and a large hoodie.

You arrive at the party in the ballroom of the compound that Tony just had to have and are thankful to see everyone dress casually, most of the girls not even wearing dresses.

But you still try not to linger too long on their looks, not wanting to feel worse than you already do about your own appearance.

Arms wrap around your body and you hear Bucky wish you a happy birthday.

You give him a few seconds before you wiggle away from the embrace and turn around. You give Bucky your best fake smile and thank him before kissing him quickly on the cheek and walking away towards the bar to get some water.

You don't need to be getting drunk and throwing up more than you already do every time your stomach forces you to eat anything.

You spend the whole night going from person to person, trying not to talk to anyone too long and making sure to always keep moving to avoid too many questions.

You know it's only a matter of time before they start coming. Even Fury is present, worried about you ever since he had to take you off missions for passing out on the field.

Soon came the moment you’d been dreading most: Wanda comes toward you with your favorite cake with candles lit and everybody starts singing.

You know that with being the center of attention you won't be able to get away with not eating and the team would piece things together if you try, having already gone through this years ago.

Honestly, you're a little disappointed nobody had figured it out yet, but not entirely surprised as you told yourself everyone just didn’t care enough.

And why should they when you look the way you do?

Everyone cheers as you blow on the candles, fake smile still going strong. The cake is cut and everyone is enjoying Wanda’s culinary talent. You even manage to eat yours and keep it down without looking disgusted with yourself.

Everything was going great.

You're behind the bar now taking another water bottle from the mini fridge when you accidentally knock over a glass full of straws that was thankfully made of plastic so it didn’t break.

While you're picking up straws you hear footsteps getting close to the bar that hid your kneeling figure and stop what you're doing when you hear Sharon talking about you. Again.

"And did you see how she’s dressed to her own party? No wonder Bucky’s been staying as far away as possible all night." she's basically whispering, but it's still loud enough for you to hear.

"I know, he’s probably ashamed of her. Wouldn’t surprise me if he dumped her tonight." the two girls giggle the sound seems to snap you out of your trance.

You get up so fast you scare Sharon and the other girl, their startled squeals drawing the attention of the rest of the party as everybody prepares for any danger.

But there is no danger, all everybody can see is two mortified looking agents and you with tears in your eyes that you don't even feel starting to fall.

The whole team is worried sick, everybody getting closer to the bar, but Bucky is the one that's at your side before you can even think about blinking the tears away.

"What’s wrong, baby?" he looks so worried, almost like he himself is about to cry at the mere thought of you being in pain.

But that can't be it, that's not what you're seeing.

He's probably just embarrassed you're being overly emotional for no apparent reason, and that look in his eyes is him getting ready to break up with you right here and now.

At that thought you can literally feel the cake you just ate coming back up and all you can do is run as fast as you could towards the nearest bathroom with a very concerned Bucky running after you after silently agreeing with Steve with a single look that he’ll be the one to check on you.

You make it to the toilet just in time to unload, barely registering two hands taking your hair and holding it away from your face.

You finish vomiting and clean your mouth with some toilet paper before throwing it in and flushing it, shuffling your body backwards until your back hits the tub and you close your eyes while resting your head back against it.

You feel your hair falling back down on your shoulders and can make out the sound of the faucet running for a few seconds before you feel a wet towel gently brushing your cheeks and mouth.

You open your eyes and are met with Bucky kneeling in front of you, seemingly examining every inch of your face to try and understand what’s going on.

Before he can ask you for what felt like the thousandth time though, you can't hold yourself back anymore.

"Please don’t leave me." your voice is weak enough already from all the vomiting and the sobs that start coming in certainly don't help.

Tears start to fall like waterfalls but you don't let any of that stop you from going on. "I know I said I didn’t need you, but I do. I need you so much more than you could ever know."

Bucky wraps his arms around you and he's more than relieved when you don't pull away for the first time in weeks.

Instead, you cling to him as you keep pleading with him not to leave you in between broken sobs while he moves you to sit curling on his lap.

Bucky’s heart breaks for you and he wonders if this was how you felt everytime you comforted him, feeling even more in awe of you now that he knows how hard it was to see the person you love like this.

All he wants is to make you feel better and take away all your pain, but he had no idea how.

When you show no signs of calming down after several minutes he decides to try to talk you down, hoping not to make things worse.

"Doll, I need you to calm down." he tries to pull away just enough to look you in the eyes, but you just hug him tighter, almost terrified that he's just gonna get up and leave forever if you let go and you start getting more agitated by the second.

!Baby, please try to take deep breaths." he's trying really hard not to panic himself now. "I’m not leaving, I promise. I’m staying right here with you, but you need to calm down, please."

Maybe it's because he's basically begging you, maybe it's because of the panic and concern you think you can hear in his voice or maybe it's his grip getting impossibly tight on you that grounds you, but your brain seems to clear just enough to give your body the command and you start trying to take deep breaths.

When you loosen your hold on Bucky he grabs one of your hands and puts it on his chest right over his heart, the steady beating giving you something to concentrate on as you try your best to copy his breathing.

It takes a few more minutes but you calm down, tears still falling silently down your cheeks while Bucky rubs your back with his metal hand, his other warm hand still over yours on his chest.

"I’m sorry I’m such a mess…" Your voice sounds foreign to your own ears, quiet, full of sadness and desperation.

This isn’t you.

This isn’t the confident, strong woman that kicked ass and defended Bucky even to your own family from day one.

What happened to you?

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky's asking himself the same question.

What happened to the sweet, bright girl that offered him a hug after five seconds of knowing him? The girl that calmed him down from a panic attack and kept him company through the night even after knowing about his past?

The girl that let him hang onto her like a koala and allowed him to let it all out? The girl that was patient with him, understanding and never once judged him, no matter how broken she’d seen him?

He really can't think of anything that could've happened to break you this much, to bring you to basically have a meltdown on a bathroom floor.

But whatever it was he needs to know now, and he's more determined than ever to find out.

"Doll, you’re not a mess. You’re hurting, I can see it. We all can. And I know you’re strong, but everybody needs help once in a while. Whatever’s been happening, you don’t have to go through it alone. Just like you didn’t let me go through anything alone. You were always there for me, you’re always there for everybody." he pauses and you take the moment to spiral further.

This is the only reason why he’s still with you. You were there for him, you cared and comforted him. So he feels the need to stay with you because Bucky’s loyal, no matter what his feelings actually are.

But he’s gonna fall in love one day with someone, and what is that gonna mean for you? He’s gonna leave you to be with the person he actually wants, loyalty or not. Your fall down the rabbit hole is stopped by Bucky’s voice.

"Please let me be there for you. This is killing me, watching you do this to yourself. Please tell me what’s going on, baby, because you’re scaring me so fucking much. Please." he finishes in a whisper.

Before you can even properly process his words, you feel a tear that's not yours fall on your cheek, making your eyes widen and you look up to see Bucky already looking down at you with tears rolling down his cheeks.

Your hand goes up to his face automatically and you feel him lean into it. You sit up straighter on his lap, leaning in to rest your forehead against his and closing your eyes while willing yourself to stop the tears long enough so you can talk.

Bucky doesn't push you, finding comfort in your touch after having missed it for what, in his opinion, is too damn long.

"I’m sorry… I just…" you don't even know how to start to explain it.

Bucky can see you're having a hard time finding the words, so he tries to help by saying "You don’t need to rush it, doll. I don’t want to push you to talk about something you clearly don’t want to... But I’ve just been so worried. You’ve been pushing everyone away, and you don’t sleep and stay at the gym until you almost pass out. You think that I don’t hear you throwing up, but I do. And, even with all your oversized clothes, I can see how much weight you’ve been losing. It’s killing me, baby, I hate to see you like this. I just want to know why." he kisses the side of your head and you're on the verge of tears again.

Trying hard to hold them back, you force yourself to speak. "I heard some people talking about me…" you start, your voice still quiet, and you go on to tell him everything.

The conversation you overheard, the insecurities that it brought to the surface, the issues you had in the past and the struggle you’ve been having the last few weeks.

By the end of it Bucky he doesn't know what to feel. He's enraged, worried sick, sad at how miserable you’ve been. Just to name a few.

But more than anything he's heartbroken at how much you’ve been questioning your relationship with him and his love for you. He's devastated to think that everytime he told you how much he loves you, you doubted him and convinced yourself he was lying.

And the worst part is he has no idea how to change your mind.

Is there anything he can say that you won’t doubt? Anything he can do to show you how much you mean to him? Probably not, but he has to try and make you understand.

Your eyes are still closed, not daring to see the disappointment in Bucky’s face.

"Baby, look at me." he says firmly but gently enough to not make you think he was in any way mad at you.

He waits patiently until you look at him which, after taking a deep breath, you do and only then he continues while taking your face in his hands "There are so many things I want to tell you right now... but I’ll start with I love you, doll. I love you so much it actually hurts. Maybe we got close because you were nice and patient with me, but that’s not why I love you. I love you because you’re kind and smart and strong and dedicated. You can kick ass like no one else and you’re still the sweetest person I’ve ever met. And I’m almost 100, I’ve met a lot of people." he smiles when he finally gets you to giggle, the first real laugh he’s heard from you in weeks.

"You’re compassionate and understanding and loyal and beautiful beyond compare. I fell in love with you because of who you are, not what you look like. But that doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re pretty, I think you’re gorgeous and I love your body. I love everything about you. Every. Single. Thing." he punctuates every word with a kiss to each of your cheeks and then your nose, making you giggle more. "You think I’d ever leave you? I could never even consider being with someone else. God, you were never even supposed to mean this much to me! I was never supposed to fall so hard... But you know what? I did and that’s the truth, and that’s what keeps me holding on because it hurts like hell to let you go."

You're obviously in tears, not being able to look away from Bucky’s eyes even if you wanted because of his hold on your face, not that you're trying that hard to get away.

You have no words to describe the way you feel, not even being sure if you fully believe him. The look on his face, though, makes you want to believe. Makes you want to tell all the voices in your head to fuck off until the only one left is Bucky’s saying all the things he just said, over and over again.

But can you really let go of them that easily?

"You don’t have to carry this by yourself, doll." Bucky can see your internal struggle. "Lean on me. Let me help you make this easier."

There's nothing but sincerity in his eyes, he can't possibly be that good of an actor to be faking it, right?

So you decide to trust him.

You trust him with your life, why can’t you believe that he really loves you?

You can. You do.

You will...

"Okay…" You’re basically whispering, still a little worried he’s just pretending and is gonna rip the rug from under you any second now. "I love you, so much. And I want to believe you love me… but it may take me a little while to accept that completely. I’m sorry…"

"You don’t need to apologize, baby. It doesn’t matter how much time it takes, I’m here for all of it. I want nothing more than to help you feel better, starting with helping you love yourself as much as I love you." he wipes your tears with his thumbs before he gives you a soft kiss on the lips. "And not worrying what jealous, unimportant, random people think of you. You’re beautiful inside AND out, don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise. Not even this." He taps the side of your head.

You wrap your arms around his neck and hug him tightly, neither one of you needing to say more at the moment. After a few minutes like this, you’re both done crying and you let go just enough to look at each other.

"Can we go to our room?" you ask him and he nods, letting you get off his lap and then getting up with you.

He doesn’t let you get too far from him while you go to the sink to try and make yourself look decent as he follows you so closely you might think you’re glued to each other.

Your eyes meet in the mirror and he smiles at you, wrapping his arms around your waist, he gives you a kiss on the shoulder before resting his head on it.

You successfully wash off all the makeup you put on for the party, your efforts now ruined by all the crying.

"You’re so pretty." Bucky tells you, his eyes never leaving yours and you smile a real smile this time, turning your head to give him a kiss on the cheek that makes him smile even more.

You get out of the bathroom and you tense up seeing everybody still at the party, your breath hitching in your throat as embarrassment crawls up on you.

You can see the team’s worried looks and the last thing you want right now is to go through the last 40 minutes all over again, in front of everybody.

You just want to go to your room and cuddle up with Bucky, but the super soldier had other plans.

"Can I have everybody’s attention?" you look at him with a frown, but he simply smiled at you and keeps going once the whole room is looking at you two. "It’s been brought to my attention that some of you have some misconceptions about our relationship."

You didn’t tell Bucky who you heard the conversation from, only that it was two agents just in case he might think it was someone on the team, and it almost looks like he's scanning every agent’s face to try and figure out who it was, but he continues nonetheless.

"I’d just like to make it clear for everyone that not only I love this woman more than life itself, but I, and everyone who knows her for that matter, think she’s the best, most caring person I’ve ever met. Not to mention the most attractive, in my ever so humble opinion." he wraps his metal arm around your waist and brings you closer as your face gets redder, and you can see the team chuckling and grinning at Bucky’s possessiveness and your flustered form. "And it’s also absolutely none of your business what happens in our relationship. But, since you’re all here I might as well give you something real to gossip about."

To say you're confused is an understatement. You turn back to him when Bucky’s arm disappear from around you just in time to see him reach into his back pocket, pulling out a ring box and getting down on one knee.

You hear gasps around the room, your own being muffled by your hand in front of your mouth as your eyes grow wide.

"Bucky..." It's barely a whisper to begin with, your hand almost not letting it escape at all.

"Baby, I meant every single thing I’ve said today. I love you so much. I’ve been carrying this around for a couple of months, looking for the right time to do this. But when you started pushing me away I thought maybe you were changing your mind about me. I was terrified and decided to wait, but I realize now if I had done this when I first wanted to, the last few weeks probably wouldn’t have happened. I could’ve saved you so much pain... I don’t know if this is the right time, but I do know that I’ve been ready for a while and right now I honestly can’t think of a better way to show you just how much you really mean to me. So…" he opens the box to reveal a rose gold ring with one big diamond at the center and two smaller ones on each side of it, then he takes your free hand on his. "Doll, will you marry me?"

He can feel you trembling, tears forming in your eyes once more as the whole room seems to hold their breath.

"Yes!" you're finally able to get out and Bucky feels like he can breathe again, happiness spreading throughout his whole body.

You basically throw yourself on him and he catches you with ease, getting up on his feet while you wraps your legs around his waist like a koala.

There's a chorus of cheers, the team immediately gathering around you to congratulate you both.

It feels like too little time when you finally detach from Bucky as he gently put you on the ground before slipping the ring on your finger and kissing it, his eyes never leaving yours, silently telling you he belongs to you and only you.

You’re about to lean in for a kiss when two strong arms pick you up making you squeal, Steve’s laughter in your ear as he says something about finally having a sister-in-law and making everybody laugh.

After a good 15 minutes of hugs left and right, Bucky intervenes.

"Okay, okay, can you please not smother my future wife?" your heart skips a beat when he says that and you're sure you're smiling like an idiot as he makes his way through the team to get to you.

"You know, he actually asked me for my blessing. I told you he cares very much about you." Tony whispers to you while he passes, giving you one last squeeze and a wink before everybody gives you and Bucky a moment.

He wraps his arms around your waist and finally kisses you.

When you pull away you both have big, goofy grins, never wanting this moment to end.

There's no separating you, and now everybody knows it.

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A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader

Part 5: Flyboy On My Mind

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death (it’s a training exercise, so not really), guns of the paintball variety, 'hostage taking' (Please let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 2.8k

For reference, 2100 is 9 pm to all of you who don't know or use 24 hour time.

Read on Wattpad or AO3

Masterlist >> Part 4 >> Part 6

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Because Bear was nice, she gave her people the day to complete the intel searches and paperwork that was necessary for the mission. But she didn’t account for the Dagger pilots catching up to them and spending the next hour chatting and exchanging stories. “Bear, you good?” Bug asked, nudging her Commander in the side.

“Hmmm? Oh yeah, I’m fine,” Bear said, checking her watch. “Just keeping an eye on the time. We have dark training tonight, so I hope that y’all get to your paperwork soon.” She shared a grin with her second, knowing full well how shitty late night dark training could get.

“Aww come on Bear!” Hangman’s complaint rose above the din of the group. “Let them have some fun.”

The woman just raised an eyebrow before replying. “Last time I checked, you pilots had paperwork too. Or did you forget?” There was a playful edge to her voice, one that teased yet still commanded.

“We do, but Mav gave us the day to finish it,” Fanboy chimed in, peeking around Coyote to be seen and heard.

“Mav also gave permission for you to help us in a few drills over the next few weeks. Ones that require your active participation.”

A groan rose from the pilots, interweaving with the snickers from her Seals. It made her smile, watching her team get along with the pilots. And if she was being honest, the view wasn’t terrible. The sunlight glinted off of muscular, toned arms and shoulders, and if she was being honest, one pilot was set apart from the others. The light turned his blond hair into something resembling spun gold, green eyes hidden behind sunglasses that had slid down his nose. The man had a reason to be cocky, Bear thought as she stood and observed. But this was not the time, nor the place for that. “Team 3, say your goodbyes. We will see the pilots tonight, at 2100,” she spoke, eyes glinting in amusement behind her own sunglasses.

Hangman maintained his eye contact with the Seal Team Commander. He’d caught her staring and shot her a wink in response. All the response he received came from a crooked smirk and the woman uncrossing her arms to usher her team away. “Damn…” he muttered as he followed her retreating figure.

“Like what you see?” Coyote teased, clapping his friend on the back. “You might have a staring problem.”

Jake huffed. “Can you blame me? Look at her.”

Phoenix cleared her throat, making Jake freeze. “Really? This woman just handled a meeting like a fucking boss, has excellent control over her team, but is also extremely fair and is genuinely a decent person. And your dumbass is like ‘she’s hot’?” The woman in front of him shook her head in disappointment. “You’re lucky that I found my forever girl, otherwise you’d have some serious competition, Bagman.”

Bear wasn’t quite out of earshot when Phoenix tore into Hangman, making her snicker. “Take them to the room we’re usually in, Bug. I have a flyboy to straighten out,” she remarked with a mischievous grin.

Her second mirrored the grin. “Sounds good, Bear. Be gentle with his ego.”

Bear turned to walk back towards the group. “Whoever snagged you is a very lucky woman, Phoenix,” she said once she’d gotten close.

“Shit…” Hangman exhaled, making Rooster laugh.

“You're screwed, man,” the older man said with a chuckle. “Bear.”

“Rooster, give me a moment with him?”

Glancing at his friend, Rooster gave her a knowing smirk before walking off to rejoin his group, each of them stealing quick glances in her direction, amusement dancing in their eyes.

“You know,” Bear began. “I don’t mind you looking, but I’ll be damned if my ass is my best quality.” She knew that the look on her face was teasing, but Jake still looked chastised.

“Well then, Teddy. You should know that it isn’t just your ass,” Jake flirted back. But it was a lot less self-assured than usual.

A smile crossed her lips. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

“I don’t think we have enough time for that, sweetheart.”

“Careful there, Jake. Can’t have someone overhearing you, especially since I outrank you and I’m in charge of our mission,” came her playful reply. But under her sunglasses, her cheeks and ears had flushed pink at his words.

Jake’s face heated at her words. She never used his name, always his call sign or rank, so it felt like a step in the right direction. “Well you know where to find me when all is said and done.” With one final wink and appreciative glance, he turned and walked back to the group. Jake could feel her eyes burning holes between his shoulders, before she finally walked off.

“Smooth bastard,” Bear mumbled as she followed after her team. “Making me feel things.” Her blush must have still been present when she walked into the room because a few chuckles sounded upon her entrance.

“All good, boss lady?” FAK asked. They had a mischievous look in their eyes and from experience, Bear knew that that was just begging for teasing. “You’re looking a little pink there.”

Bear shrugged. “It’s warm outside. What can I-”

“You done eye-fucking the walking Ken doll?” Hazard spat, cutting her off. The man looked thoroughly put out by the whole situation.

Her stare had him backing down pretty quickly. “Watch your tone, Lieutenant. I am your superior, so you would do well to get over whatever prejudice you hold around women in charge. And who I, as you said, eye-fuck is none of your business.” The edge in her tone left no room for argument and the air had quickly become suffocating as Hazard stalked back to his seat, glowering at the floor.

Hazard grumbled something about women and incompetence before Fireball reached over and slapped the back of his head.

“Well then. That took a turn,” Bear remarked casually. “Finish up the forms, and Flare, send out that message to your contacts for that data, and you all can have the rest of the day to do whatever you need to. I need you back and dressed for night ops training at 2100, sound good?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Great. Get to work, I’ll be in my office if there are any questions or concerns.” With one final glance around the room, Bear left, shutting the door behind her. Walking down the hall, she had a chance to ponder Hangman’s words. You know where to find me echoed through her head, making her curse silently. That smooth fucker practically had her tripping over her own tongue whenever he was close. It was only thanks to the Bear personna that she had cultivated over her years in service that allowed her to flirt and tease back with minimal blushing. She sat down with a groan, burying her face in her hands as she thought about the mountain of papers to sift through. Guess there was no time like the present to get started.

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It was some time later that a knock sounded at her door. Glancing up from her papers, Bear checked her watch before calling out “Come in!”

“Commander, I was hoping to go over a few things before night training tonight. Just so my people know what to expect,” Maverick said.

“Of course, take a seat,” Bear gestured at one of the chairs by her desk. “What did you want to know?”

Maverick nodded. “Just whatever you can tell me. I’ve had nonstop questions all afternoon and didn’t want to send them to harass you. All I said was that you would explain it to them tonight.”

Bear chuckled “No worries at all, Maverick. It’s a hostage rescue scenario just to test the skills my people already have, basically a refresher course.” She gestured at the stack of folders on her desk before continuing “They will get more difficult as time goes on, but your pilots will likely be hostages or maybe poorly trained enemy forces, it really depends. If I decide on the latter, I will come and meet with your people and give them very basic weapons training.”

“Are actual weapons being used for this?”

“Oh god no. Sorry, I should have made that clear,” Bear replied hastily. “We basically have these retrofitted paintball guns that look like our service weapons to use in these exercises. The worst injury you can get from one of those is a gnarly bruise.”

“Okay good. I was worried. I really don’t need Hangman or any of them really being weapons trained,” the pilot laughed.

Bear gave him a grin. “That is a legitimate concern of mine too. I just won’t tell them that the skills are applicable to real weapons.”

“Please don’t. Oh, and do they need to be in uniform?”

“Nope, civilian clothes will work. Just make sure that they are comfortable and easy to move in.”

Maverick glanced around the office almost suspiciously before stage-whispering “Don’t tell anyone I said this, but thank fuck.”

She laughed. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“I think we’re good to go,” came his response. “I will see you and your team at 2100.”

“So you will. See you then.”

He slipped out the door leaving her to the quiet office. It was nearing 1800 and she still hadn’t eaten, so she figured that taking a quick break wouldn’t hurt.

Stretching as she stood, Bear grabbed her phone, wallet, and keys before leaving, locking the door behind her. The air was still warm when she ventured outside, the setting sun coloring the sky a beautiful orange that bathed the base in swaths of the color.

The mess hall was quiet. Only a few stragglers remained on base, she noted. It took her no time to grab something to eat and she settled herself at the table in the far corner of the room. Bear hadn’t been there long before a loud clatter rang out, shattering the bubble of stillness she had been reveling in.

Jolting up, Bear glanced over to watch a new recruit pick up the cutlery that had hit the ground. Willing her heart to slow its frantic beating, she went back to her food.

Time slowly ticked by and eventually Bear realized that she had to get going, much to her chagrin. The peace had been nice, but she had a warehouse to arrange and equipment to locate.

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2100 came quickly. Night had fallen and only a little residual light cast a haze over the warehouse. Dressed in full tactical gear, Bear stood outside the large warehouse they used for indoor raids. Most of her team had arrived, all dressed identically to her in a deep dark blue gear, helmets tucked under arms as they stood and chatted. “Bear!”

Turning towards the voice, she saw Bob and Flare leading the group of pilots over. They had all dressed in loose fitting, comfortable clothing, making it look like they were ready for bed. “Bob. Daggers. Welcome to your first night exercise,” she said with a grin. “You’re right on time, I was just about to start the explanation for tonight’s proceedings.”

“Awesome. Glad we didn’t miss it,” Phoenix replied. She was excited for this, ready to see her friend in her element. “Been looking forward to this all day, haven’t we boys?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Totally.”

“Damn straight.”

“Great. Let’s get into it.” Bear clapped her hands and waited for the pilots to approach. “My people, same teams as last week. Platoons three and four are our hostage takers, the red team. Which makes everyone left to make up our blue team. Pilots, you guys have the honor of playing our hostages. Make sure you grab a vest before heading in there,” she told them, pointing at the pile of vests by her feet. “Hostages, hostage takers, head on in. Check your scenario, make sure you know how this plays out. Daggers, there are cards inside that have ages and certain characteristics that you need to remember. Once you have everything, fasten the card to the vest. I’ll be by in a second. Does that sound good to everyone?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Red team, take your prisoners away,” Bear announced with a broad smile. Hangman had a stupid grin on his face, clearly loving the opportunity to get this close to Bear, seeing how she worked.

Once the group had disappeared inside the building, Bear turned to the remaining platoons. “Alright. You know the drill. Bottom to top. Stick together. Two strategy attempts this round. No heroes, and no killing hostages. The goal here is to get everyone out alive, you know, the usual. I follow Bug’s lead. I know what has to happen, and therefore I make no calls, I follow what she has,” she informed them, glancing around at their faces. “You have until I come back to make a plan.”

Bear pivoted on her heel and strode into the building, weaving through the maze set up inside to reach the open space on the topmost floor in the makeshift layout. “Flare! You ready?”

“Hell yeah!” The woman yelled back, head poking out around the corner to watch her Commander approach. “You finally let me be the mean one, not Shrike.”

“I did, so don’t abuse your power,” Bear laughed. Flare had always had a dramatic personality. It didn’t show much, but when given a role during the exercises, she always made it work. “Or else I’m giving it back to her.”

Flare let out a feigned gasp. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh I would and you know it,” Bear retorted. “Is your team confident with your method?”

“Yep. We got this.”

“Great. Let me check in on the ‘hostages’,” Bear told her, throwing air quotes around the last word for emphasis. “Gotta make sure everything is all good on their end.”

“No worries, boss lady. We tucked them through there,” Flare told her, pointing at the small opening in the corner of the room.

“Maverick, you guys have yourselves sorted in there?” She called out.

Silence. Then a small “maybe” sounded making her snort.

“I’m coming in.” The sight made her laugh and turn away for a moment. All 13 of the pilots were crammed in the tight space, forcing Fanboy to be sprawled on top of his teammates. “Okay. I guess I thought some of you were smaller than you actually are.”

“Yeah, there is definitely no room in here,” Rooster replied, gesturing with his head as his hands, which, like everyone else’s, were tied loosely in front of him.

Bear hummed in amusement, crouching down to peer at them. “Before we get started, do you guys have any questions?”

“Ummm yeah I have one. Why are we tied up?” It was too dark to make out the speaker, but it sounded like Payback.

“Because you guys are playing your roles, and also you are not allowed to fight back. The bonds make sure of that,” Bear answered honestly. “It’s for your safety as well as ours.”

Hangman, who was settled right next to the opening where Bear was crouching, spoke up. “You sure it isn’t just because you don’t want to get hurt?” He was looking at her face, but his gaze wandered down, down, down to her legs and how her tac pants were pulled taut across her muscular thighs. His eyes fell to her sidearm holstered to her leg, giving the impression and warning that she was far more dangerous than she appeared. If he wasn’t already turned on seeing Bear in her gear, the gun definitely did it. It finally made sense to him why women (and some men, let’s be honest) were all over the uniform, because if he looked even close to a fraction as hot as she did, it was a miracle any thought happened at all.

“Watch the ego, Flyboy. Mouthing off might not be the best idea in this scenario. Flare gets to be mean, and she may or may not… react strongly,” Bear chided, but her face split into a grin. She caught his appreciative gaze, especially noting his fixation on her thighs and it made that small part of her brain start whooping and hollering at the fact that Jake had noticed her.

Phoenix called out from the back of the room “What did the tactic thing on the back of the card mean?”

“Oh, right. That’s the communication tactic that the rescue team needs to use in order to gain your trust and get you out safely. Some of them should say things like ‘proof of affiliation’, which just means proving who they say they are. Or they might say ‘female interaction only’, that one is self-explanatory. Does that clear it up?”

“Yep.”

“Great. I did forget to mention that you guys are allowed to talk quietly, and that live video of our movements will be played on the wall here for you guys to see. Was there anything else before we got started?” Bear asked one final time, standing up to lean against the entryway. “No? Awesome.” The woman gave them a wide smile, so very unlike the demeanor she used when first interacting with Hangman only days earlier.

He was in for a real treat.

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A/N: I decided to give you all a treat! Thanks again to @startrekfangirl2233 @sarahsmi13s and @dakotakazansky for giving me your feedback!

Any errors are mine though 😂

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theresamouseinmyhouse · 3 months

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tim + brentwood characters as boys i was legitimately friends with in high school and think of every single day:

Buzz- Jake (fake names for all of my friends bc privacy reasons) who complained about hanging out with nerds, got into a fistfight with someone else on his football team bc they called us nerds, was thoroughly convinced he'd run laps faster if he was hopped up on pixie stix (i held his backback while he got sick in the bathroom👍👍), he tried to hit on my older sister and she laughed at him, he was so put out he contemplated becoming a monk for a week

Wes: Max, who i helped sneak an entire bottle of orange juice on to the bus to our choir competition, but was unaware he brought a full bottle of vodka as well, ended up crying on our choir teacher for the three hours after the comp and i bought him a box of donuts after school, he did not stop doing this and had severe beef with a kid he knew in 5th grade and hadnt seen since but also hadnt forgotten their name and last i knew, was still awaiting for a dreaded confrontation to eventually come

Kip: Eduardo, who we all thought was studying during lunch but was actually filling his notebook with weird facts he observed about us and also managed to chew several packs of gum at once throughout our math class before the teacher noticed him, didnt know the plot to the clockwork orange so i lied about it for 5 weeks before he read it and called me just to tell me "you lying frog" befire he hung up

Ali: Ángel, who lied several times on separate occasions to the campus security about where people smoked, forgot what chihuahuas were twice, and almost drowned when he was swimming except his older brother got him and he immediately called me while waiting for the ambulance to tell me he almost fucking died, randomly sang a song about crabs he made up throughout the day

Danny: Ben, helped me with my biology homework because i helped him with essays, once released a live rat into the computer classroom because he had beef with the teacher, once texted me at 11 p.m. because he was having a mental breakdown over his chem work before he realized he was actually looking at trig and i told him id shoot him with a tranq gun if he woke me up like this again, kept forgetting how to tie his shoes

Tim: Teddy, he catfished 6 men over the age of 30 by pretending to be a 13 yr old girl and lured them to the part of town where there is an absurd amount of wild dogs that evade animal control and are known to maul humans, i watched him lockpick the english teacher's door so he could take back an essay he wrote bc it was actually a slash fic he printed out and turned in by accident, we hung out at a dennys once and he accidentally put his hand in syrup, looked me dead in the eye and said "i did that bc im gay" and wore pastel pink for a month bc it pissed off the hall monitor, his dad, and also six teachers he didnt even have class with

#robin 1993 #Tim Drake #Buzz Cohen #Kip Kettering #Danny Temple #Wes Thomas #Ali Ben Khadir #brentwood #Brentwood Era #timmy tag #God i miss my old friends they all disappeared during the lockdown and i never got their numbers back after they fucking moved #I knew so many weird boys when i was like 15 #I was just thinking of them when i remembered the brentwood boys and behold. This post.

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tsmeweek · 3 months

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THE PROMPTS FOR TSME WEEK ARE OUT!

We are now some 2.5 months away from the 10th anniversary for the airing of the Strongest Mega Evolution Act I. I am excited!

Prompts for the week:

Day 1 - April 3rd: Anniversary / Pokémon Catching Day 2 - April 4th: First Time / Miare (Lumiose City) / Dragon Day 3 - April 5th: Mission / Family / Break Day 4 - April 6th: Hoenn / Mask / Release Day 5 - April 7th: Trip / Dark / AU Day 6 - April 8th: Love / Memorabilia / Legend Day 7 - April 9th: FREE DAY

1) How to participate?

Pick the prompt that you like best for each day of the week, create a fanwork for it and post it on tumblr, tagging #tsmeweek2024 or #tsme10thanniversary! You can also pick several prompts for one day to combine, or mix prompts from different days, as you wish. You can switch days up as well! Go wild! All forms of fanworks are accepted! Fanarts, crafts, fanfic of any lengths, cosplays... Pick the medium you prefer! Prompts can be interpreted however you want. If you pick "Miare" and want to depict an alternate ending for the Flare Crisis where everyone dies, go for it! Creativity is welcomed! Does "Break" mean "mental breakdown", "take a coffee break" or "break.....fast"? Up to you! Don't worry about having to participate every day of the week. Just do what you can! Once you publish a fanwork, don't forget to tag #tsmeweek2024 or #tsme10thanniversary! Those are the tags that will be scoured to be reblogged on this blog.

2) Does PokéAni XY&Z count? What counts as TSME?

The rules are lax. The XY&Z season of PokéAni definitely counts, as TSME characters played a very important role in it. So does the World Championships in Journeys, since Alan appeared in it. As a basic principle, so long as it involves a character that appeared in Act I-IV of TSME, it counts as TSME. So yes, you can absolutely create a fanwork about Daigo/Steven exploring Hoenn with Shouta/Sawyer, or Pachira/Malva dating Carnet/Diantha if your heart desires. You can also create fanworks with TSME characters and characters they never interacted with in canon!

3) Other rules

This blog will have ship art and will accept any ship. Do not harrass people over ships. Racy pieces or pieces with content warnings will be accepted on the blog and tagged with a "n/sfw" tag and "cw" tag. For viewers who do not want to risk seeing any such pieces, you can block these 2 tags. As an artist with a n/sfw or cw piece, please help making the blog friendly for all, by putting the full art under a preview and read-for-more. Please tag the full cw as well!

4) Like The Mega Evolution Specials, but don't know what to make?

Then, reblog, reblog, reblog!! Reblog the posts you see and like as a form of celebration! Share the love and keep it circulating so that it reaches more people!

Have more questions? Don't hesitate to drop an ask on this blog. you can also ask @potahun.

LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING YOUR WORKS!!

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c-m-stuff · 10 months

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Beach

Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

-Description: You and Spencer are married. You two have a beautiful daughter, and you all are going on vacation.

-Warnings: Fluffiness, having a child

-Word count: 1177

-Note: (Reblog from Wattpad!) Summer break + vacation = heaven. I love it, to travel a little in summer break, so here is a relaxing one shot. I don't think they do this activity, I write here, in America but some people do it in my country. Including me, when I was younger. So, enjoy!

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Y/N POV:

We all deserved vacation. So, that was exactly what we were going to do. It was summer break, so our beautiful 6 year old daughter was home. Spencer and I, took a week off of work, so we could spend some time with her and go on our deserved vacation.

Spencer knew how much I loved the beach, so he surprised me with 5 days at Virginia Beach. I was so excited and so was our daughter.

It was around 3 hours driving, but eventually we made it. We rented a little apartment, perfect for the three of us. As we arrived, our eyes went wide. It was gorgeous. We immediately dropped all our stuff and went to look around.

'Is this my room, mommy?' (Y/D/N) asked, as we followed her to a cute, little bedroom.

'Yes, sweetheart, this is going to be your room for a few days.'

She clapped in her hands from excitement, as she ran further to discover the rest of the place.

'It is beautiful here.' I spoke to my gorgeous husband, who was already looking at me.

'You are prettier.' he admitted, making me blush.

'Shut up!' I hit him playfully on the chest, before capturing my lips with his.

Just as we ended the kiss, the little one ran towards us.

'Are we going to the beach? Please!' she begged, putting her adorable, begging eyes on.

'Yes, we are. Let's first get you changed.'

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In no time, we all got changed into some more beach clothes. Spencer and I, took some large towels to lie on and also a bag full of buckets and scoops, stuff were (Y/D/N) can play with in the sand. We were ready to go.

We reached the beach and placed our towels on a nice spot. We all went to sit on the three towels, giving (Y/D/N) her stuff to play with. She began to dig, placing sand in the bucket. We watched in awe, seeing her having fun.

'You know, honey, mommy used to go to the beach every year.' I told her, as she looked up in curiously.

'Really? Every year?' she asked me, while I nodded in confirmation.

'Did you also played with the sand?'

'I did play a lot with the sand, just what you are doing now. But, do you know what I also did?' she shook her head, as I now fully got her attention. Clearly, that from Spencer as well.

'I always sold flowers. It weren't real flowers, they were made by other children, by me sometimes. They were made of a nice fabric, you could easily break them, but they were so nice decorated, that you rather kept them. If you wanted a flower, you needed to pay for it. But, not with real money, you needed to pay with special shells, with a little cutting edge on.' I searched in the sand, and by my surprise, I found one. It was a surprise for me, since you find them rather closer to the sea.

'Were all the flowers the same price?' she asked, playing with the shell.

'Just like this one.' I hold the little shell up, before giving it to (Y/D/N).

'No, the more beauty the flower, the more shells you needed to pay.'

'And, what did you do when you got the flowers?'

'I sold them. Probably for a lighty higher price. But, the ones who were really expensive and beautiful, I kept.'

I gave a look around the beach, and again by my surprise, there were still children, selling flowers. Just like I used to do. A smile appeared on my face, as I looked with excitement to our daughter.

'Honey, what do you think? Shall we search for a few shells by the sea and then buy some flowers?'

Her face immediately lights up, while nodding excitedly.

'Do you want to come with us, Spence?' I asked, as he nodded his head.

We all went to the sea, looking for shells. We left our stuff on the beach, trusting nobody is interested in a few towels and scoops. However, our important stuff, like our phones, we took with us as well a bucket to place the shells in.

After a while, we found a bunch of them, so we decided to go back. We walked to another child, who was selling her flowers. Spencer and I, squatted down, while (Y/D/N) was looking doubtfully to the flowers.

'Which one do you like?' I whispered in her ear, as she eventually made a choice. She pointed me a flower, a little shy to speak.

'How much is this one?' Spencer asked the slightly older girl, pointing at the flower, (Y/D/N) wants.

'30 shells.'

We then, began to count 30 shells and placed them in the bucket, the girl handed us. We thanked her, and left with the flower.

'Do you like this one?'

'Yes, I love it!'

'Have you decided yet, if you want to sell it?' I asked her, curious about her answer.

'I want to sell it, so I can buy other flowers.'

'For how much are you going to sell it?' Spencer asked, as she thought for a moment.

'35.'

'And, that's how you make business.' I lifted my hand for a high five, as she hit my hand, happily.

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We went with her a few more times, as she eventually began to do it on her own. But, we agreed, she stayed in a specific erea, so she was still in sight. She began to buy and sell flowers, just like I did once. As she was out for buying flowers again, I began to talk to Spencer, never losing sight of our daughter.

'Thank you so much, Spence. I really appreciate it, I know you aren't always a beach man, but I'm really happy to be back here. Thank you, love.' I spoke to him, while sitting on our towels.

'I'm glad, you like it. And, I myself, enjoy this as well. And, that buying and selling flowers activity is a really good idea. So, she learns how to handle money and to think first, before buying it.'

'I never really thought about it like that, but I love it that she is doing the same thing, I did as a child. So much memories are coming back now. I'm really happy, she loves to do this.'

'Me too. I love you, (Y/N).' Spencer spoke, making me smile.

'I love you, Spencer.'

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#criminal minds #cm #spencer reid #fanfic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x yn #spencer reid x fem!reader #having children #fluff imagine #mentioningmargins

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pessimisticoptimistsblog · 2 months

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A/N – There is Alastor slander in this. He’s an amazing character so far, and I know some people love him, but he’s literally evil. Also, I messed up the timeline again 🤦‍♀️ I completely forgot that there's 5 months between the first extermination and when Lucifer comes to the hotel. But I have a plan to kinda fix it.. Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Chapter 5

Radio Bitch

The next morning found Lucifer and Caelwen in the fallen angel’s workshop. He had decided last night, as they gathered every book and scroll that mentioned bindrunes, that they’d be more comfortable in there and could have lunch brought to them. So they wouldn’t have to stop working through the spell, of course! Definitely not because he wanted to invite her into one of his most personal spaces and show her the ducks he was so passionate about! Absolutely nothing like that. Nope.

Caelwen had been taken aback at the sheer number of rubber ducks that greeted her when Lucifer opened the door. She might not have been tall, but some of the piles had to have been almost twice her height! Unfortunately, Lucifer took her look of shock as a negative and let his anxiety override his mouth. He spent the next 10 minutes darting around the room, grabbing random ducks and shoving them into the Nephilim’s arms while explaining what each one did.

“-and this one has a knife inside, for self-defense. This one can be warm or cold to help if you’re sick! Oh and-“

Caelwen had sat the pile of ducks in her arms down before grabbing Lucifer by the shoulders. She leveled him with a gentle stare then pulled away once she was sure he wouldn’t dart off again. *They’re lovely, Lucifer. Truthfully, I’m amazed by how many there are and all that they can do. And one day maybe we can organize them properly and you can tell me about every last one. For now, though, how about we sit down and see if we can’t finish this spell?*

Her genuine smile and kind words eased Lucifer’s racing mind and brought him mostly back from his spiral into a mental breakdown. He loved this room but, apparently, his depression and loneliness were tied rather closely to it. Lucifer grabbed Caelwen’s hands from his shoulders and returned her smile, leading her to the couch near the workshop door. They sat down next to each other, thighs grazing just slightly, as Lucifer snapped his fingers and made their books appear. Caelwen picked up the notebook she had been writing in last night and flipped to her page where they were putting together runes to make their own bindrune that, with Lucifer’s magic, should cancel out the one Adam used.

The next few hours were spent with the two leaning on each other, Lucifer reading from books or scrolls while Caelwen jotted down anything important to what they needed. Soon the page she was working on was full of various runes and notes about how they worked or what they would mean when placed with another rune. The Nephilim tapped Lucifer’s knee and showed him what she had so far. *I think we might have everything here. It doesn’t seem like it needs to be intricate as long as the right intentions are behind it.*

The fallen angel took in the messy scribbles on the page, making out the different runes that were underlined and what they were for, before his attention drifted to green eyes staring at him. The woman looked so hopeful and eager, excitement pouring off of her as she grinned. For a moment, Lucifer took all of her in; from her bright eyes and messy hair slipping from the bun on top of her head, to the faint dimple on the left side of her face and the way her nose scrunched just slightly. Only a week with this woman and he was falling rapidly.

Caelwen had noticed Lucifer’s lack of response and his staring, taking a moment herself to admire the man in front of her and wonder how she had gotten so lucky to earn his attention. His hair was pushed back like normal with just a few pieces falling across his forehead, his smile was small but oh so welcoming, and his yellow and red eyes were soft and warm. They had both started leaning closer towards the other, like magnets pulling each other in.

Suddenly a song played from Lucifer’s pocket, startling the two and sending Lucifer to the floor in surprise.

He fumbled in his pockets for his phone, mentally cursing the offensive device for ruining whatever was about to happen. Once out of his pocket, Lucifer looked to see who dared call him before freezing when he saw the name – Charlie.

“Daughter? Daughter! Daughter calling?!” He panicked, jumping up and beginning to pace. “Oh! Um-uh ‘Hello Charlie’ ‘Hey Char-Char’ No! No, that’s not good. This has to be perfect.” Lucifer paused before finally clicking to answer the phone. “Hey Bitch!”

Caelwen rolled her eyes and chuckled silently. This all-powerful angel was so awkward it was adorable. The Nephilim sat through the phone call watching Lucifer as he paced around the workshop. His nervousness was cute but also concerning; was his relationship with Charlie always this strained? Poor things. Charlie had seemed like such a sweet girl, she hoped they’d be able to mend their bond, they both deserved to know how wonderful the other was.

~Ding~

A quiet chime pulled Caelwen from her thoughts and to her own phone to see a couple messages from Nia.

Nia: Hey boss, not a huge deal or like an issue, but could you maybe check in at that hotel place? Rocco says the radio demon there is making shit difficult. And apparently, one of the other demons is sort of psycho? Not sure about that part, but probably worth looking into?

Nia: If you’re busy, though, I can totally do it. Just not till tomorrow. Maybe. Depends on this bitch Velvette and how many more times she barges in here looking for you.

“I’ll be there in an hour!” Lucifer hung up the phone, excited and feeling lighter than air. His daughter invited him to see her project! Take that depression! He spun in a circle, excitement pumping through his veins before he spotted Caelwen still sitting on the couch looking at him and giggling silently.

*I take it that was a good phone call?*

“ Oh, uh.. yeah it was. Sorry for sort of-.. it was just, just Charlie and it was the first time she’s called me! Well since she asked me to meet with you. But this time, she invited me over! Although that does mean we’ll have to come back to the spell later… I hope that’s okay?” Lucifer was worried he might have upset Caelwen until he saw her smile at him brightly.

Caelwen waved off Lucifer’s apology before signing, *It’s no problem! I’ve waited this long, what’s one more day? Besides, I have something I need to do as well. Nia just messaged me and needs me to check in on the hounds I have at Charlie’s hotel, make sure everything is going as it should.*

The fallen angel’s shoulders slumped in relief, greatful he hadn’t upset his companion. “Thank you for understanding. I promise, as soon as I get back, we will set your soul free. And then- wait did you say you need to go to the hotel too? Did something happen?!”

Lucifer was bursting with panic again - was that why Charlie had called him? Why hadn’t she sounded more urgent?!

Caelwen jumped up from the couch and walked to Lucifer, cupping his face in her hands and making him look at her. *Everything is fine. I promise. It’s just one of the demons there is making things tricky for my employees. I’m just going to make sure he remembers his place, that’s all. I’m sure Charlie is fine. Please, breathe*

Cealwen began taking deep breaths, holding eye contact with Lucifer until he followed suit. As he calmed down, the fallen angel closed his eyes and relaxed into his companions hands still holding his face.

The woman smiled softly, pulling her hands away slowly. *I need to go now though. For one, it’s probably best demons don’t see us walking around together. And secondly, I have a feeling I’ll need a moment with Charlie before you pull her away. The issue seems to be with a demon staying in the hotel that I refuse to allow around my hounds.* Caelwen’s eyes narrowed when she mentioned the issue, a frown set in, and the woman’s aura darkened briefly before she shook it off noticing Lucifer’s concerned gaze.

“Should, uh should I be worried about this demon?” Lucifer asked with an eyebrow raised slightly.

*Of course not! I can handle myself and this demon just fine and one of the hounds I have stationed at the hotel will be there.* Caelwen’s grin turned sadistic, *I dare him to try one of his tricks. His sabbatical will be much more permanent this time if he does.*

Lucifer couldn’t decide if he was concerned, intrigued, or turned on by the Nephilim in front of him; one minute she was so sweet and kind, the next she looked ready to brutally murder anyone that got in her way.

The woman checked the time on her phone, *I should get going. I’ll still be there when you arrive, but I want to handle my mess ASAP.* She waved to Lucifer before leaving the workshop and allowing her shadows to surround and transport her to the Hazbin Hotel.

Outside the hotel, Madame C was greeted by Rocco who had just finished a lap of the perimeter. One of her more mild employees, Rocco stood almost 7 feet tall with an average build, but what he lacked in muscles he more than made up for in his agility.

“Hey boss lady, Nia said you’d be by. Glad you could make it so quickly, honestly. Listen, I know we’re supposed to just power through the annoying or rough clients, but the radio demon is… well he’s not-“ Rocco cut off, a shiver running down his and Madaem C’s spines. They both turned to see the radio demon himself walking up to them, his Cheshire grin firmly in place.

“Hellooo good friends! What a lovely day it is. And how wonderful to see you again Madame C, such a shame you left before we could chat the other day. Now, what exactly brings you to our lovely hotel, dear? Looking to join our cause, perhaps?” Alastor had stopped close to Madame C and proceeded to lean in towards her face as he spoke.

Rocco made to step forward before he felt and saw his boss’s aura rise and darken more than he thought possible. Everyone at the company knew she could be scary, it was how she had earned a place as an overlord while owning no souls, but this chilled his blood and made him take a step back. Rocco even noticed Alastor’s eye twitch slightly.

Madame C’s eyes had begun to glow an eerie neon green and she tilted her head to the side, a wide evil grin rivaling Alastor’s splitting the darkness shielding the rest of her face. Alastor’s radio cane crackled to life sounding like someone switching rapidly between stations.

Suddenly, snippets of recordings could be heard with certain words standing out clearly. “You.. need to…back-UP! My… hounds are…not… FOR.. you… Al..-store. Don’t make… me…put you… in… -your place. AGAIN” Rocco was frozen in shock, he didn’t know his boss could do that.

As the two demons stared each other down, footsteps could be heard coming towards the group. Rocco looked out of the corner of his eye, afraid to fully look away from his boss should she need him, to see Princess Charlie grinning and waving at them.

“Ohmygod, hi! It’s so nice to see you again! Rocco said you might be stopping by soon. Is everything …okaayyy?” The princess trailed off, noticing the tension between Alastor and Madame C. “Uhh.. you two.. know each other, I’m guessing? Heheh…” Charlie trailed off, looking between the two demons and hell hound.

The two demons continued to hold each other’s stare until finally Alastor straightened and looked to Charlie, “Of course! Madame C and I have known each other for quite some time. We’re both very powerful Overlords as well and tend to run in similar circles due to that. She’s a lovely woman!”

Madame C schooled her features and tamed her aura, before turning to Charlie, even though only her eyes were fully visible she refused to let the radio bitch see the affect he had. Her soul hurt to put the strain on it she needed when using the amount of power she had. She grasped her hands together tightly to steady the slight shake and gave a small bow to the princess. She turned, looking to see if Rocco could translate for her, and when he nodded, her hands began to move.

“Yes. Alastor and I met when he was a young demon and tried to kill me.” Charlie and Rocco’s eyes widened, the hell hound stuttering a little, while Alastor’s twitched. “Obviously, I survived. But because of that day as well as his… later behavior, I’m afraid he is not included in the protection my hounds offer. I was called here because he has apparently been making Rocco and Echo’s jobs more difficult than need be.”

Madame C’s face stayed neutral the entire time her hell hound spoke for her, she refused to lie or let Alastor get away with anything he was attempting. She noticed Alastor’s hands clench at his cane.

“That’s… um.. I am so sorry to hear about that… I can’t kick Alastor out though, he’s our hotelier! It’s thanks to him that we’ve been able to make this place as nice as it is so quickly!” Receiving no response from the shadowed demon, Charlie clapped her hands together. “Weellll, how about we all head inside! My dad will be here any moment and when he leaves, you can come to my office and maybe we can see what we can work out? Please?”

Madame C couldn’t say no to the face Charlie gave her, the pleading eyes and hopeful smile reminded her so much of the fallen angel she had spent the last week with. She gave a sign signaling her agreement. Then signed to Rocco, *Take me somewhere secluded please, I wish to talk without the radio bitch hanging over my shoulder.*

The hell hound gave his boss a smirk before turning to Charlie, “You mind if boss lady and I head up to the second floor? We’ll keep an eye on stuff, just need to give her my reports. Kinda private business shit, ya know?” Charlie gave the two a thumbs up before jogging back into the hotel. Rocco and Madame C turned to where Alastor had been only to see him dissolve into shadows.

*Fucking creep.*

“You said it boss! Haha! C’mon, I know where we can go and talk while keeping an eye on everything.”

Together, hell hound and shadow-cloaked woman headed into the hotel and up the stairs, moving around the balcony overlooking the hotel entryway until they reached a corner. Madame C looked over the railing to see the demons in the hotel moving about to prepare for Lucifer, hanging banners and straightening furniture. A small demon ran around stabbing bugs while giggling maniacally, a cat demon with wings she recognized as an ex-Overlord was stood behind a bar drinking straight from a bottle, a snake demon slithered towards a table with a tray of cookies, and lastly a spider demon she recognized as one Valentino had contracted her hounds to protect was adjusting it’s makeup in a small mirror.

Rocco stood off to Madame C’s side, arms crossed as he eyed the demons below him. “They’re a pretty decent bunch, not too much trouble. Spider is Angel Dust, I’ve worked with him before - keeps trying to make a pass at me. The little one is Nifty, apparently Alastor owns her soul, she cleans and kinda creeps me out. Snake guy is new, Sir Pentious I think, was a spy for Vox but got found out preeetty quickly. Heh poor guy. He was able to rip a bit of Alastor’s coat at one point though so props there. Girl attached to Charlie is her girlfriend, Vaggie. I like her, she kinda reminds me of Carina, very drill sergeant vibe. And then Husker, probably the easiest one to put up with, doesn’t do much except drink. And then there’s Alastor.”

Madame C nodded as each demon was named, taking in everything Rocco told her. They continued to observe as Madame C let her thoughts travel to how she could still pay Charlie the debt she owed for connecting her and Lucifer without keeping her hounds near that radio asshole.

Charlie opened the door to the hotel and Lucifer grabbed her in a big hug. “CHAAARLIE! Oh its so good to see you!”

“Hey da-“ Charlie choked out. “It’s good to see you too, dad.” The two pulled away and the blonde girl cleared her throat. “Welcome! To the Hazbin Hotel!” she exclaimed.

Lucifer leaned down to pet a small cat before two winged goat-like demons flew to him and he pet them as well. Lucifer proceeded to take in the hotel lobby, while it wasn’t in shambles, it was far from ideal. It definitely needed some work. “Oh! What in the unholy Hell is that?!” he exclaimed when he saw the bar.

When Madame C saw Alastor appear next to the king of hell and explain that he thought it added color, she rolled her eyes. And when the radio demon put his hand on Charlie’s shoulder a few moments later to say he was happy to fulfill her bizarre requests, the puzzle pieces snapped together in her mind. Alastor was up to something and he needed the support of Charlie. Knowing the radio demon, it’d be best to ensure someone made sure Charlie was never put in a position to need Alastor’s help.

Pulling away from the edge as Lucifer and Alastor began to argue more, Madame C motioned Rocco to follow her away from the crowd and into a nearby hallway. They both looked around to ensure no one was watching them. *I still have some personal business to finish that may take a few more days. If Charlie agrees, I will take your place here when I’m done. Then I can keep a close eye on that radio jerk and keep you all away from him.*

“I appreciate that boss lady. We don’t mind every one else here. Honestly, if it weren’t for Alastor, this would be the best gig I’d ever had – minus when I’m on rotation for the main office!” Rocco chuckled while shoving his hands in his pant’s pockets.

The two spent a few more minutes catching up on everything that had happened with the hotel before a loud bang rattled the hotel. Darting towards the entrance, they saw the hotel in chaos, the front wall was littered with holes, some of the carpet was on fire and most of the demons from the hotel were running for cover.

Madame C allowed her shadows to transport her and Rocco to the main floor, appearing close to Lucifer and Charlie. The demoness turned to her hell hound, *Make sure everyone is safe please. I’ll see what I can do to start patching the wall and holding the sharks off.* Rocco gave a quick nod before darting off to start rounding up the hotel's sinners.

“It doesn’t matter how well intentioned you are, they’re always going to disappoint you!” Lucifer was smug and as much as she agreed with him to an extent, Madame C was still annoyed he’d rather rub in how awful sinners were than help keep the loan sharks from destroying his daughter’s hotel; they’d definitely have to have a chat about that later.

Nifty was trying to clean up some of the debris that kept falling when Sir Pentious grabbed her as a piece of wall came crashing to the ground and Rocco quickly swept both of them up and away to safety.

Vaggie came out and had a spear ready to protect whomever she could, but Alastor pushed her aside, “No, my dear, leave it to me. It’s time I remind everyone why I’m here.”

“Finally! Took ya long enough.” Mimzy stated from the bar.

“A reminder to all not to mess with the Radio Demon.” The radio frequency hurt Madame C’s ears. Watching Alastor make his way outside to kill the loan sharks, she rolled her eyes at his theatrics. At least he was helping in a way. The woman began to create shadow curtains to cover the holes in the walls and smother the fire around her; it wasn’t a perfect solution, but it would help until they could be repaired.

“- How come he can have faith in me but my own father can’t?” Madame C tuned back in to the conversation near her between Charlie and Lucifer. So this was where they stood, Charlie believed sinners were worth saving and helping while Lucifer thought them to be violent psychopaths.

“Dad… just.. help me.” Charlie pleaded.

Madame C looked away from the two, Lucifer had told her a little about being kicked out of Heaven and how he never wanted to lose everything he held dear again. Hearing him sing about it to Charlie nearly brought tears to her eyes. She shook it off, going to stand near everyone else in the lobby as they watched the bonding moment between father and daughter. It was so heart-warming but also broke Madame C’s heart; there was no chance she’d ever have something like this, her mother was long gone and her father was an asshole that only cared about himself.

Soon, Lucifer had left, promising Charlie a meeting with Heaven and wishing her luck. As everyone started to scatter and clean up, Madame C approached Charlie and Vaggie with Rocco at her side. “I know a lot has happened that needs your attention, but could we proceed with our meeting? I have a personal matter to get back to that can’t wait much longer.” The hell hound translated for his boss.

“Oh! Yes, of course, follow us.” Charlie and Vaggie led the two up stairs with Alastor watching from below. Before following the girls around a corner, Madame C turned to look at him and made his radio crackle as a warning, he was not welcome anywhere near this meeting.

Sitting in the office Charlie had brought them to, Madame C and Rocco wasted no time and got right to the point. “I apologize for having to do this, but I must stand by my rules. Unfortunately, the radio demon is not one that is welcome to the services I provide. Not only has he tried to kill me, but he has caused harm and even killed two of my hounds before. I understand he has a place here, though, and would never ask you to do anything you don’t wish to.”

“So then what are we supposed to do? You owe Charlie the protection because she got you that meeting with her dad.” Vaggie was defensive - even though she wasn’t fond of Alastor either, she didn’t want her girlfriend to get screwed out of anything she deserved.

“Yes, I do owe her – quite a lot more than I may ever truly be able to repay – but I do have a solution. My personal matter should be resolved in a couple days, after which I will be available to personally guard this hotel.” Charlie was confused and began to speak before Madame C began signing again. “I know what I told you before. The matter I met with Lucifer about will soon be resolved and will ensure I no longer need constant guards. Should I feel as though I need one whilst here, though, I will cover their pay.”

Charlie was shocked and then giddy, remembering what Madame C had needed to talk to Lucifer about. “You mean my dad was able to help? That’s amaaazing! “ She clapped her hands, bouncing in her seat. Vaggie stood next to her confused, looking back and forth between Charlie and the demon in front of her.

“Yes, it is amazing. I’m forever grateful. But if those conditions are acceptable, then I really must leave.” Madame C stood from her chair, holding a hand out to Charlie the shake. After settling the agreement, the demon turned towards Rocco to give him a nod before she melted into her shadows and left.

A few moments later she appeared at Lucifer’s front door, unable to go further due to protections he had in place to keep out anyone that wasn’t invited in first. After an imp let her in, the shadows around the Nephilim dropped to reveal an exhausted Caelwen. Trying to shake the tiredness clawing at her eyelids, she made her way to Lucifer’s workshop.

Caelwen entered the room and saw Lucifer on the couch with his head in his hands. She walked over to the couch and plopped down before leaning against the fallen angel. She knew he was worried about his daughter, Heaven surely wouldn’t be kind to the daughter of a fallen angel.

Lucifer lifted his head slightly and turned it to look at Caelwen, “I can’t lose her. I already lost everything I had in Heaven, Lilith left me, I can’t lose Charlie before I even get to know who she is.” His distress was evident to the woman next to him as she grabbed his face to bring him from his slouched position.

*You won’t lose her. Charlie is strong and she has an amazing support system that will help her bounce back if need be. You just need to believe in her and support her in whatever way you can.*

“You’re right, I know that, I just need to accept she’s not a little girl that I can hide away.” Lucifer gave a sad chuckle. Before Caelwen could continue to reassure him, the fallen angel straightened himself up more and snapped his fingers to summon her notebook from that morning. “We have more pressing things to tend to than my worrying! Let’s get this show rolling, I’m ready to see if we got this right.”

Caelwen knew they’d talk more about his depression and anxiety later, she wouldn’t let him continue on this self-destructive path. For now, though, they could focus on finishing the bindrune and spell they had been working towards for a week now.

So for the next two hours, Caelwen and Lucifer sketched bindrunes, making combination after combination to see if any had even a slight effect on the Nephilim. Finally, Caelwen was in the midst of making what had to be the thousandth bindrune when she felt a light tug at her chest. She paused, erased a line and the feeling went away. Added the line back and there was that tug again. She added another rune they had on the list and the tug became a pull that made her drop the pencil and rub at her chest.

Lucifer looked over at the sound of the pencil dropping and noticed Caelwen rubbing at her chest with a pained expression. He grabbed the paper she had been looking at and examined it, looking between it and Caelwen a grin growing on his face. “You did it! We’ve got the last bit we need!”

*Yeah, hurts a bit more than I’d hoped honestly. So maybe we move this party along, please?” the grimace on her face was morphing into teeth grinding together as Lucifer held the paper closer to her.

He pulled back quickly to ease her pain. “Right. Right! Of course, sorry! Let’s get everything sorted; you grab a pillow for your head and I’ll get the book with the incantation. And I’ll leave this here so you can breathe a bit.” Lucifer began to rush around the room, locking the door and rummaging until he found the book they had marked with the spell needed.

When he came back towards the couch, he noticed Caelwen had cleared some space on the floor and laid a pillow down. The woman was sitting on the floor ready to lay down but hesitated. Over 500 years had led to this moment, and she was so nervous. What if it didn’t work? What if it did but it killed her in the process? What if she had misread all of the signs from Lucifer and he kicked her out after all of this was over?

As Lucifer kneeled next to Caelwen, she looked up to him, eyes wide and scared. *Before we do this, I need to tell you something. No matter what happens, I have thoroughly enjoyed this last week. You are an amazing, wonderful man and I can never begin to repay you.* Lucifer tried to speak, but the Nephilim in front of him put a finger to his mouth. *I hope I haven’t misread the signs from you, but if I have, I’m terribly sorry for this and will accept whatever consequences come from it.*

Lucifer was confused for a split second before he felt hands pull at the lapels of his coat and soft lips met his roughly. While he was still processing the moment, Caelwen pushed him away and looked to the side unable to face seeing rejection quite yet. When the pieces finally clicked, Lucifer blinked slowly staring at the woman in front of him that still kept him held at arms length. Carefully, he reached a hand up to cup her jaw and turn her face to him looking into her eyes softly.

Lucifer pulled Caelwen in close, lips almost touching, “You didn’t misread the signs, I promise.” Their lips met again, softer and slower this time but with no less emotion. Lucifer cupped Caelwen’s jaw gently, holding her to him while her hands renewed their grip on his suit.

They parted slightly, noses touching and staring into each other’s eyes. “You are one of the most amazing people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. I hope that when you are free of this seal, you’ll stay with me? No matter what happens, I don’t know that I want to spend even a day apart.” Lucifer’s voice was like honey, and Caelwen couldn’t agree fast enough, nodding her head quickly with a brilliant smile taking over her face.

The two kissed, quicker this time, now having a new motive to finish breaking the seal. The sooner they finished this, the sooner they could go back to kissing and exploring this new level of their relationship.

Caelwen laid back on the pillow and ensured Lucifer had access to the center of her chest where the original bindrune sat. The faintest white outline was showing, the seal already reacting to its counterpart being close by. Lucifer pricked one of his fingers before beginning to draw the symbol Caelwen had made on her chest. As he was drawing the last rune, the Nephilim below him was clenching her fists at her sides and gritting her teeth. He hated to see her in pain but knew they couldn’t stop now. Grabbing the book from his kneeling position, Lucifer flipped to the marked page and began reciting the words on the paper.

Just like when Adam and Lute had done this to her all those years ago, a burning sensation enveloped Caelwen, this time it started out centered on her heart before spreading outwards. She let out a silent scream, the fire squeezing at her heart was mind numbing, black spots beginning to creep in at the edges of her vision.

Lucifer’s heart was breaking watching Caelwen struggle, he tried stroking her hair away from her face and rubbing her shoulders to soothe her slightly but it wasn’t working and he couldn’t interfere while the new magic unwound the old.

Caelwen was doing her best to not attempt to claw out her chest, she couldn’t mess up the new bindrune burning its way into her skin. Fuck, she doesn’t remember it being this bad. Slowly, after 10 minutes of agony that had felt like hours, the burning cooled and Caelwen felt like she could finally breathe. Her body ached and her head was spinning. Turning to look at Lucifer, Caelwen managed a weak smile, reaching for him when the dark spots finally claimed her vision and she passed out.

Lucifer stared down at Caelwen, her hair had come loose and was spread around her head, her face relaxed and peaceful. When she still hadn’t opened her eyes after a minute, he began to panic. He leaned down to see if she was still breathing and, after feeling her soft breaths against his face, he pulled back and tried stroking her cheek, shaking her shoulders, pinching her arm, yet nothing worked. Caelwen wouldn’t wake up.

Lucifer gathered the woman in his arms, holding her close as he leaned against the front of the couch. He kept stroking her hair, willing her eyes to open for over an hour before finally falling asleep.

A/N – So, yeah. This feels longer than any chapter so far, but this is a pretty big episode, probably my second favorite of the whole season. Also, to solve the timeline issue, it’s just gonna be Heaven being jerks about meeting with Charlie. Totally NOT a coma… maybe. We’ll see.

I wrote this all in a day, btw so if there’s issues other than the timeline, I’m sorry. I just really wanted to get this out since I won’t be writing much, if at all, until Friday

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If I Rescue You, Will You Rescue Me, Too? Part 10

The boys spend their day in Indy just having fun and getting to know each other a bit. Also what happens to Steve at the thrift shop actually happened to my husband. He and a group of friends went to a thrift store to find the wildest outfit they could put together and my husband’s outfit shouldn’t have worked, but did.

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Steve pulled away from the hotel parking lot and looked over at Eddie. “You ready for the only portion of this shindig that I’m paying for?”

Eddie laughed. “I still worry about breaking your bank, Stevie.”

“I’m using my dad’s ‘emergency’ credit card for this, sunshine,” Steve replied. “And if asked, I’ll just tell him that the earthquake caused minor damage to the house.”

“Steven Alexander Harrington are you committing fraud?” Eddie asked all wide-eyed with mocking shock.

“One, how the fuck do you know my full name?” Steve asked. “And two, it’s only fraud if my father didn’t authorize my use of the card, which he did. Regardless of what the use is for, I can’t commit fraud.”

Eddie laughed. “It was on your medical leave forms. I may have had Robin peek while you were still out from dehydration and low blood sugar. Something I still need to kick your ass for by the way.”

Steve snorted. “Traitors. The both of you. And until you can catch me, sunshine, I think I’ll be fine in the ass kicking department.”

Eddie pouted.

Steve reached out and stroked his cheek. “Did anyone tell you, you have the most beautiful eyes ever?”

Eddie leaned into the touch. “Not usually. Mostly they’ve been called dirty or muddy. Though, I do recall my mother calling them chocolate buttons, but that’s more cute, than beautiful.”

Steve dared to take his eyes off the road for a brief second to smile fondly at him. He turned back to the road. “You are by far the most amazing person I have ever met. But if we’re being honest, I think I was attracted to you before the Upside Down bullshit.”

“Right back ‘atcha, big boy,” Eddie teased.

They pulled up to the first thrift store and it was closed.

“Stupid places being run by religious nut jobs,” Steve groused on their way back to the car. “Don’t these assholes realize that poor people don’t work nine to five?”

Eddie shook his head. “And what would you know about that?”

Steve looked over at him confused. “You do realize that I have a held down a minimum wage job for the last year, right?”

Eddie frowned. “But why? You have access to your dad’s credit cards. Why work if you don’t have to?”

Steve buried his hands into his jeans’ pockets and leaned up against the door of the car. “Until I turned eighteen I was given an allowance to do whatever the fuck I wanted. Usually beer and weed. But when I didn’t graduate top of my class to get into all those fancy schools, they cut me off. The credit card I have access to is for ‘emergencies only’. And paying the house bills.” He cocked his head to the side. “And for making sure I continue to look the part of their dutiful son.” He waved at his clothes.

“But I decided to say ‘fuck it’, you know,” he continued. “Since I’ve turned eighteen I don’t think they’ve stayed in that house more than a week or two at most. And that’s total, not at a time.” He kicked at the pavement scuffing his sneaker. “If they can’t be bothered to come running home when the god damn earthquake was on the national news, then I’m going to go hog wild. I’m going to have fun and give the best, bravest boy a day of fun. Because he deserves it. Because I deserve to give it to him.”

Eddie pulled Steve into a hug. “Oh, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. Sometimes I forget that I’m not a mind reader and can’t actually know what goes on behind closed doors.”

Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie’s waist and buried his head into his shoulder. “I just hate that even the people closest to me still apologize for me being a dick in high school or act like I haven’t changed. Like when Nancy and Robin picked me up from the hospital they were teasing me about me about something that Robin thought was misogynistic but it wasn’t. But they acted like they expected me to be. Just because of that’s how I would have been in high school.”

Eddie rubbed Steve’s back. “Maybe it’s because I’ve had time away from you since high school I can see that you’ve changed. You call me brave. But honey, I only did what I had to to save Dustin. But you? Darling, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but most people don’t literally put their bodies on the line for people that hurt them.” He leaned back so that he could see Steve’s face. He reached up and cupped his cheek. “People unconnected to them via blood ties. You and Robin could have walked away at any time. And probably should have after being tortured. But you didn’t. You stuck around. You fought against the toughest bad guy even in fantasy terms and you still stuck around. And that’s worthy of praise in my book.”

Steve let out a sigh and nodded. Eddie pressed their lips together.

“Come on,” he said, pushing Steve to the side so that he could open the door for him. “There must be thrift shop not run by poor people hating bastards.”

Steve laughed and got into the car.

Eddie hurried to the passenger side and pointed at the road. “Tally ho!”

Steve just shook his head and did as he was bid.

The next shop was open and while they were looking for band shirts, they also decided to see who could come up with the tackiest, most horrifically colored monstrosity of an outfit.

Eddie won. Even though Steve had picked outrageous colors, wild patterns, and a mishmash of styles when he put it all together, it looked good. Eddie laughed so hard.

“I don’t know what happened,” Steve whined.

Eddie looked around before pulling him close. “I do. You just have this perfect sense of style that even when it’s supposed to be awful, you make it look good.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “I guess so. I wish I brought a camera to take a picture of this, so we can show them back home.”

Eddie’s eyes lit up. “I’ll be right back!” He took off like a shot running around the shop like a gremlin. He came back a few minutes later with an ancient looking Polaroid camera.

He took a couple of pictures of Steve in different poses and then had Steve do the same with him.

They paid for their purchases. Eddie having found and bought the camera at the thrift shop. What had taken the time was finding film for it.

They went out for lunch and Eddie took a picture of the two of them at the restaurant, smiling into the camera.

Eddie took Steve to his favorite record store. They wandered around and abused each of their music tastes. But they both agreed that Depeche Mode brought something new and interesting to the genre. So Steve bought “Black Celebration” on cassette for the ride home.

Eddie looked up at the guitars longingly.

“Wayne told me that he was only able to find your acoustic,” Steve said softly, “but not the Warlock after the earthquake.”

Eddie nodded. “I think it was because it got destroyed in the Upside Down, it didn’t exist in the Top Side anymore.”

Steve gave his shoulder a squeeze. “I’m sorry, Eds.”

Eddie nodded and they left soon after.

They palled around Indy for a bit. Taking in the sites and just giggling like school children.

They headed back to hotel to shower and change for dinner.

As they opened the door to the hotel room, Eddie said, “You don’t have some other mega star going to meet us for dinner, do you?”

Steve laughed. “Not for dinner, no.”

Eddie eyed him suspiciously. “What do you mean not for dinner? Does that mean Ozzy was the only super star or does that mean I’m meeting someone else later?”

Steve just grabbed his bag and ducked into the bathroom without saying a word.

He just took a short shower and got out quickly. He came back out to see Eddie rummaging around a large black gift bag.

“Ozzy’s team finally delivered,” Eddie said. “You have one, too.”

Steve walked up to the bag that was on the fancy side table near the door. There was a tag that said, “For Steve, the guard dog.”

He just shook his head and took it over to the bed to look through what he got. There were a couple of tour shirts and some cassettes. A signed tour poster. At the bottom of the bag were two small boxes. There was a little note attached to the largest of the two boxes.

“Every good guard dog needs cool sunglasses.” Steve opened it up and on the inside of the top of the box was some designer from England that he only vaguely recognized because his mother had gone on and on about them the last time she was home. The glasses weren’t round like Ozzy’s but they weren’t sharp like Steve’s.

They looked like the guy in the suit’s sunglasses. Carefully crafted to cover the whole eye and rest comfortably on the bridge of his nose. He put them on and holy hell. He could see clearly but through the tint of the glass. They were far superior to fancy sunglasses he bought.

Eddie whistled. “Looking good, Stevie.” He saw the other box. “What’s in that?”

Steve looked down at the smaller box in confusion. “I don’t know yet.” He opened the lid and gasped. It was a simple necklace with a single red crystal hanging from it. The crystal shimmered like a flame.

“Wow,” Eddie murmured. “You’re wearing that tonight, yes?”

Steve could only nod. Not wearing it would feel like he was insulting Ozzy’s tastes or rather his wife’s Sharon’s. But also because it was beautiful in and of itself.

“You think it’s safe for me to take a bath or no?” Eddie asked as he stood up up from the bed.

Steve looked at his watch. “I’d wait until we get back tonight. We still have eat and get into our clothes for the concert.”

Eddie nodded. He got a quick shower and was back out in minutes. They put on clothes similar to the night before, with just the dinner jacket the same.

Steve kissed Eddie sweetly on the lips and Eddie hummed happily.

“This trip just keeps getting better and better, sweetheart,” he said, resting his forehead against Steve’s.

“It isn’t over with yet,” Steve promised. “There is so much more coming. So so much more.”

Eddie sighed. “You are too good to me, baby.”

Steve kissed him again. “I’m really not. It’s the perfect level of awesome for you.”

“But too good for Dustin, right?” Eddie teased, reminding Steve of what he said at the hospital.

“Taking him to Indy for the weekend would have been too good for the butthead,” Steve deadpanned.

Eddie burst out laughing. “That’s certainly true.”

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Tell Me "Don't", So I Can Crawl Back In Part 5

Part 4 Part 6

“What are some things people do with their friends?”

Dustin looked up from where he’d been fiddling with his radio. “Dude. That’s the saddest thing you’ve even asked me.”

Steve dropped the magazine he’d been holding onto his chest and glared across the room. “Shut up, no it’s not. It’s a genuine question.”

“Yeah, I know, that’s why it’s sad,” Dustin said, turning back to his radio. “That fact that you don’t know is pretty depressing.”

“No, because see, all the things I used to do with my friends don’t really apply anymore. With Tommy, we’d like, play basketball. Or go to parties and get drunk. And with the person I’m trying to become friends with now, those things won’t work.”

“I don’t see why you need other friends. You have me.”

Steve gave Dustin a flat look. “Dude, no offense, but if I want to keep my sanity, I really need to hang out with someone my own age. I like hanging out with you, obviously. But image if you didn’t have Mike or Will or Lucas. Just me.”

“Hmm, yeah, I guess I see your point,” Dustin said as static began to emit from the speaker. “Well then what’s the problem with this guy you’re trying to be friends with? It shouldn’t be that difficult to be friends with someone.”

And the thing was, Dustin was right. He’d always thought it should be easy to become someone’s friend, otherwise what’s the point? But it was different when you were older and trying to slide into an already established friend group. Especially when they came from such different social circles. But it wasn’t like Steve hadn’t been trying.

“I mean, there’s no problem. Eddie’s great. He’s actually pretty cool, in his own weird way. But he’s more like you. He’s into nerdy shit like D&D.”

Dustin opened his mouth, but Steve shut him down before he could start. “And no, I’m not going to play that game. I still have standards. But I’ve been sitting with him and his friends for a week now during lunch, and things are still sort of awkward. Even with just Eddie, there’s this, like, tension between us. But I’m not sure why. So I thought if I could maybe invite him out to do stuff, that might help ease us into a more comfortable friendship.”

Dustin finally shut off his radio and turned his full attention to Steve, standing as he began to pace. “Alright, well this seems like a pretty easy solution. We can brainstorm some standard friendship activities, you invite this Eddie guy to do them, and bam. Friendship.”

It sounded easy when Dustin put it like that. “Yeah but, what if it doesn’t work?”

“Then screw him!”

“Whoa, language.”

“Steve, listen.” Dustin came to a stop right in front of him. “You can’t force someone to be your friend. It doesn’t really work like that.”

Well that wasn’t what he wanted to hear. “But—”

“Wait,” Dustin said, holding up a finger. “Just listen. You can put in as much effort as you like, but if he’s not interested in being friends, it’s not going to work. He needs to put effort in too.”

Steve lowered his eyes. Of course he knew that was true. He wasn’t so pathetic to cling onto someone who didn’t want him around. But the thing was, even though it was still a little awkward and there was definitely tension, Eddie did seem as if he liked having Steve around. He was always leaning into his space and making jokes and including Steve in conversations with the rest of his friends.

But he’d also had Steve’s number for three days and hadn’t called once. And it wasn’t like Steve could call him again. That would seem desperate. Which he wasn’t. So, it would have to be Eddie that made the next move. But it was driving Steve crazy. He wanted to invite Eddie out again, but how could he do that if he wouldn’t call?

“So, how do I encourage him to put effort in? I want to show him I’m serious about this.”

Dustin rubbed his chin, as if he were an old man with scruff. “Is he shy?”

The actually made Steve laugh. “No, not at all. He’s like, the least shy person I’ve ever met. He doesn’t care what anybody thinks about him.”

“Okay, well let’s think about this. Once you figure out a way of asking him, what would you want to do?”

Steve dropped his head back onto Dustin’s pillow. “Dude, that’s literally what I asked you. What do you and your friends do?”

“I don’t know, normal shit,” he said, dropping into his rollie chair. “We go to each other’s houses and watch movies. We have sleep overs. We go to the arcade and the bowling alley. We go see movies at the theater. We get ice cream. All sorts of shit.”

Steve sat up and pointed a finger at him. “Yeah, yeah dude. That’s good stuff. Write that down for me.”

“Can’t you just remember it?”

“Dude.”

“Fine, fine.”

Dustin ripped a page out of his notebook and began to write out his list of activities. It wasn’t a fully comprehensive list by any means. Steve would have to think about what to add to it. But it was a start. Dustin handed it to him with a flourish, and Steve took it to look over.

“Perfect. Now I just have to figure out a way to ask him without looking desperate.”

Dustin snorted. “You are desperate.”

Steve chucked a pillow at his head. “Shut up, you little twerp. This isn’t desperation. This is me, putting in effort.”

He left Dustin’s house not long after that. Some nights he would stay for dinner at Claudia’s insistence, but right now he needed to be alone to think. Why was making friends so damn difficult? Steve really felt as if it shouldn’t be, but then that led him to ask a question he’d really rather not think about. Was it him? Was he just so unpleasant that no matter how hard he tried, people would always be repelled by him? He didn’t think he was that bad, at least not anymore.

But then goddammit, why hadn’t Eddie called? Steve had thought about asking him while at school, but he wasn’t that needy yet. He wasn’t going to beg Eddie Munson to talk to him. This was just a matter of patience. Which he could be, no matter what Dustin thought. Hell, he was the king of cool. The cool master. Just because he wanted friends, that didn’t mean he needed them.

That concept was put to the test almost immediately, as Steve drove down the darkening road back to his house. Because as he rounded a corner, his headlights illuminated a figure walking ahead on the side of the road. Steve would recognize that hair anywhere. He slammed on the breaks as he pulled up beside Eddie, bringing the car to an abrupt stop.

“Eddie!”

Eddie jumped and spun toward the car, one hand raised as if in self-defense. Even in the fading light of the evening, Steve could see Eddie’s big brown eyes wide with surprise. Steve grinned and leaned out his open window.

“Dude,” Eddie said, placing a hand over his chest. “Don’t do that! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

Steve snorted. “Geez, sorry. Didn’t realize the big bad dungeon master scared so easily.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry. How would you, King Steve, react to a random car screeching to halt beside you on an empty street in the dark?”

Huh, fair. Steve would probably have been ready for another fight. “Where are you headed?”

“Oh, I’m on a journey back to my far away lair, where I shall finally rest my weary bones and hunker down with a hearty mead.”

Steve blinked. “Of course. Silly me. Where are you coming from?”

Eddie grinned, as if pleased Steve was playing along. “Gareth’s. We had band practice, and my poor darling van is decommissioned until I get the part I need on Monday.”

“Wait,” Steve glanced down the darkening road. “Don’t you live at the trailer park?”

“That I do, fair Steven.”

“Okay, first of all, that’s not my name. Second, you shouldn’t be walking out here after dark. It’s not safe.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Sorry, my teleportation abilities are also on the fritz right now.”

“Dude, that’s not what I meant. Why didn’t you just call me? I could have given you a ride.”

For several long seconds, Eddie just stared at him as if he’d grown a second head. He opened his mouth, then closed it, before repeating the motion a few times. It was kind of funny, like he was doing a really bad impression of a fish. Finally, he shook his head.

“I, uh, didn’t know I could. I wouldn’t want to bother you.”

Steve scoffed and reached over to open his passenger door. “You wouldn’t be bothering me. I give the kids rides all the time. Come on, hop in. Let me drive you.”

Eddie only hesitated for a moment more, before kicking into action and darting around the car. He climbed in, bringing with him the faint smell of weed and some sort of citrus cologne. It should have been gross, but Steve found he actually liked it. In the dim light of the car, he shot Eddie a smile.

“Seriously dude, the next time you need a ride anywhere, shoot me a call. It’s not a problem at all. I don’t have much going on.”

“Right,” Eddie said, staring at him. Then, as if catching himself, he jerked his head away to look out the window. “I’ll, uh, keep that in mind.”

“Good.”

Steve began to drive again, now heading in the direction of the trailer park. He’d never been there before, but he’d driven past it enough times to not need directions. Eddie was oddly quiet as they went. When Steve snuck a glance, he saw Eddie twisting his rings around on his fingers. Was he nervous? That thought made something sink in Steve’s stomach. He’d been trying so hard to show Eddie that he was safe, that he wasn’t the same person he used to be. But maybe he hadn’t made all that much progress. But it was fine. He could be patient.

“So, you’re in a band?”

Eddie seemed to jerk out of his thoughts. “What? Oh, yeah. Corroded Coffin. We mostly do metal covers, but we also write and perform some of our own stuff.”

Steve shook his head. “Of course you’d be in a metal band.”

“Hey.” Eddie pointed a finger at him, the nail painted black. “I kindly ask you to remove the attitude from your tone. There will be no trash talking metal in my presence.”

“I wasn’t trash talking it,” Steve insisted. “It’s just… metal is so loud.”

“Yeah, Steve, that’s kind of the point. It’s badass, unlike that sugar pop crap you probably listen to. I bet you’re into like, Wham! and shit. You probably have ABBA’s best of hits on constant repeat.”

Steve scowled. He was not about to admit to Eddie that that very tape was currently tucked into his glove box right that moment.

“There’s nothing wrong with liking pop music. Not all of us can be so special and different like you.”

Eddie shot him wide grin. “And don’t you forget it.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“You like it.”

“Yeah, so?”

Eddie snapped his mouth shut. He clearly hadn’t been expecting that. It felt good to throw Eddie off, to keep him on his toes. Steve got the feeling that not enough people were able to do that. He glanced back at Eddie. Yep, he was back to twisting his rings.

“Oh, um,” Eddie began, clearing his throat. “Speaking of my band. We’re playing at the Hideout this Wednesday at eight. It’s nothing special, we do it every other week. But I wanted to invite you, if you wanted to come.”

Steve’s eyebrows shot up. An invite to watch his band? Yeah, okay, that was definitely something someone would extend to a friend. And it was the perfect opportunity to ingratiate himself in with Eddie and the rest of his friends. Apparently, he took too long to answer because Eddie began to ramble again.

“But you don’t have to, of course. I know it’s not your scene, and you’re not into the music. Plus, the bar is a total shithole. Probably not up to King Steve’s usual standards, so it’s fine if you’d rather skip it. I’m not, like, going to force you. I just thought, hey, Steve’s here. Why not ask him to come. But if you’d rather not I get it—”

“Eddie,” Steve said, cutting him off.

He snapped his mouth shut and turned those big brown eyes on him. “Yeah?”

The smile he gave this time was gentle. Encouraging. “I’d love to come. I’ll be there.”

Eddie’s tongue darted out to lick his lips. “Really?”

“Yeah, really. Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “Like I said, it’s not your thing.”

“True. But you’ll be there, so that means I can make it my thing.”

When Steve glanced over at him again, he didn’t understand the look Eddie was giving him. He almost looked a little awestruck, but there was also confusion in the twist of his brows. Steve reached over and patted him on the shoulder.

“Come on, don’t look at me like that. Is it really so crazy that I want to hang out with you?”

“I mean, yeah, kind of. If someone had told me a few months ago that I would be driving in King Steve’s car, willingly inviting him to watch my band, and him agreeing, I’d have told them they smoked way too much of my stash.”

Steve sighed. “How many times do I have to tell you, I’m not King Steve anymore. Just Steve. I’m done with all that artificial shit, and I’m never going back. I want something real. Something that makes me feel anything more than dull acceptance of what I’ve always been told I should be. What I should want. I’m done with… with the bullshit. I just want real.”

Eddie was quiet for a minute. The rumble of the car felt loud, as if it were growling its displeasure with Steve’s vulnerability. That wouldn’t surprise him. It was a gift from his father, after all. When Eddie spoke, his voice was hesitant. “And… you think I’m real?”

“Dude, are you kidding?” he asked, looking at him with raised eyebrows. “You’re the realest person I’ve ever met. You’re so weird, but in a good way. And like, yeah, I don’t know you that well yet. But I’d like the chance to change that. If you’ll let me.”

Steve was pretty sure he heard Eddie mutter the word “Jesus” under his breath. It seemed like Eddie wanted to say something more, but just then Steve pulled into the trailer park and Eddie had to give him directions to the correct trailer. Once they came to stop beside Eddie’s van, he remained in the car. Steve tapped his fingers on the wheel.

“So, I’ll uh, see you on Wednesday? Or, I mean, I’ll see you on Monday at lunch, but I’ll see you at the show on Wednesday.”

The look Eddie gave him then looked almost fond. “Yeah, Stevie, I’ll see you then.”

Stevie. That was new. It was… nice. A better nickname than the ones he’d carried like cargo in the past. And it didn’t even look like Eddie had meant to say it, just a casual flip of a word, as if it were as easy as that. And god, Steve wanted it to be. Easy, that is. Nothing ever was, for him.

“Cool. Later, man. Call me if you want. I’ll be home.”

Eddie climbed out of the car and slammed the door behind him before dropping down to rest his forearms on the open window. “Well, if Sir Steve is asking me to call on him, how could I possibly refuse?”

“Hey, I said—”

“I know, I know. Not a king. But you could still be a knight. I always thought they were cooler anyways.”

With that, Eddie straightened up and sauntered away, his hand slipping into his back pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes as he went. Something warm settled in Steve’s chest as he watched him go. Eddie stopped at his doorstep and turned back, a cig hanging from his lips as he lifted his hand in a wave. Before Steve could return it, he’d already turned away and pushed his way into the trailer.

Steve sat there for a few moments more, just staring at where Eddie had been. A knight, he’d said. Now, Steve didn’t know much about history or any of that fantasy stuff Dustin was always going on about, but he did know enough to understand that knights were good guys. Noble, right? Protected those who needed it, defended those who couldn’t defend themselves. They were fighters. Just like Steve. Yeah. A knight. He could be that.

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cinefairy · 2 years

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Y'ALLL!!! when people say that self concept is key they mean: IT. IS. THE. KEY!

here's my success story from focusing on my self concept for a week! just a single week, i am in tears!!

so before, i used to brush off self concept and think that i'll work on it/get a got sc when i get my other desires, which is all wrong. i am so thankful that i let go of the old story, i used to limit myself and wasn't even aware. self concept can easily show you all your desires in the 3d, and then some!! the realisation made my life a 1000x easier.

then i read some posts and success stories that came about all thanks to self concept and i said to myself: that can be me, it is time to stop perceiving myself as a victim/bad manifestor, and i should just start focusing on my self concept! it is time to change the story.

so i started vaunting and ranting and affirming how my self concept is amazing, through the roof, wonderful, perfect, never fails me... you get the story. i didn't even visualize, didn't go into the void, didn't script. i was vaunting in front of the mirror, looking at myself and sometimes pretending i was talking to someone. i repeated that for a week, and almost every day i got some of my desires !!!

now, onto what i manifested:

1. An adorable kitten! my parents never would have gotten me a cat, no matter how much i asked them to, so i just relaxed myself and stepped into the mindset that no matter what anyone in my reality does or says, my desires are here and nothing can stop them. on the second day of the week, my parents asked me if i wanted a cat because my grandparents' cat just gave birth to three cutest kittens.

2. Perfect vision! i am someone who has been wearing glasses my entire life, my sight was deteriorated at birth due to some complications during labor, and my optician told me some years ago that there was no chance for me to be fully recovered (i had a couple of surgeries so far, and constant check-ups, it was so nagging and uncomfortable). she also told me a month ago that i should not use my phone, but nothing can stand between me and my screen time so i just decided to manifest my bad eyesight away! and i did it, but it's weird without my glasses lmao.

3. A new friend group! my old friends were closed-minded people, i am talking unsuportive, bashing on other people, but 'kind' only to others in the friend group, full of negativity and hate. i just needed a fresh friend group, so i manifested one! one of my friends now goes to the same uni as me, we start in october and it's so exciting heheh

4. Fluent in French language! i just wanted to be fluent in a language that wasn't my first language or english, and i had been studying french in elementary school so that seemed like the best option for me.

5. Money! i manifested the amount of my scholarship to double in my bank account and for no one to bat an eye at that, and for a certain amount of money to appear in my wallet daily (yes, spawning thing is so simple with the right mindset!!!), and for my parents to be rich because they deserve it.

6. A perfect dorm room! the dorm rooms my sister had been living in were just not it, so i needed to take thing in my own hands and manifest a two-bed bedroom with it's own bathroom (no communal bathrooms for me pls) in a dorm not far away from college which i share with another friend.

7. Desired body! my figure now is slim, i have 6-line abs odbwkdbajwhj i could only dream of that a month ago, everything on this list makes me so happy!! i went shopping with my mom yesterday and every pair of heans i tried actually fit me which is a big deal for me lol

8. Lenient parents! as i mentioned, my parents were not the ones to let me get a pet, and they also were very strict with my school grades in the past, and with my going out and hanging out with friends. but now, i have a great relationship with them, they are relaxed and they don't forbid me from doing anything (i literally am going on a staycation with a friend this weekend).

9. New clothes! yesterday during shopping, i found so many amazing sweatshirts, even one that is croptopped which i never used to wear, but got the courage to because who else would wear it if not a bad bitch?? i got a denim jacket, some jeans, sneakers... all i need at a discount!!

self concept makes life easy!! asf!! just stay focused on your new reality and there is nothing you can't get! have fun manifesting, and thank you cinefairy for opening my eyes <333

LETS GOOOOO THIS IS SO AMAZING ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ SO PROUD OF YOU ANON WOOW. all these achievements just from affirming how amazing you are.

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dreamescapeswriting · 2 years

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⪼There’s Always Time ⪼ LMH [M]

⤜WORD COUNT: 17.8K

⤜PAIRING: Minho x Fem!Reader

⤜GENRE: non-idol au, family au, Minho dad, Reader being an English teacher in Korea, teacher x parent, fluffy, angsty, angst with fluffy ending, kissing, dates, smut oral [Female and male receiving] protected sex, “good girl” “you can take it”,

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Moving to Seoul had been a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you, something that you weren't just going to let go of easily. So when you'd been given the green light a few months ago to become an English teacher for kids you grasped it with both hands. This had been everything you had wanted for a few years now, ever since you'd gotten the degree you needed to go ahead and do this. Who wouldn't love travelling to another country to teach kids another language? Not to mention getting to experience and learn more about another culture.

You would also get to achieve some travelling goals as well as experience your dream job, there could be nothing better than all of this. It was hardly believable that you were actually doing this right now but you were excited.

Nervous but excited that this was all going to be happening. It had been in the planning stages for months on end and you'd been worried that something was somehow going to go wrong during the application process. You'd had to find an apartment - which the school paid for. Then there was waiting for your visa to get approved as well as making sure your Korean was as amazing as it could be. But everything was perfect and the way it should have been, the application was approved more quickly than you were expecting and your Visa was approved for you to work for one year.

You'd been given a few weeks to move to Korea without worrying about your job since the program you were with wanted you to relax and find a routine first. Today, however, was your first day and you'd been given a huge tour from the principal who seemed completely ecstatic to have you in their teaching program. The last teacher they'd had - the one you were replacing - had been fired for not taking his job seriously, as well as posting his stories about the children to his social media. All of which was a giant "no-no" in the teaching community.

The school itself was incredible, something you never would have imagined would be for younger children. It felt more like a secondary school rather than an elementary school, when you first got here you thought you'd gotten the wrong address.

The school was located near Daehyeon-dong which meant you had a lot of things to do on the weekend when you weren't working with the children. Then there were 41 classrooms with over 39 classes being taught from Kindergarten to grade 6 and on average you were going to be teaching around 26 students a day which was a little daunting at first but now you were standing in front of them it was a little less intimidating to you. Besides, the classes you would be teaching were all around 10-year-olds so you didn't have to worry much about being scared of them.

"Everyone, this is Miss Yln, can we all welcome her?" The principal asked as you stood in front of a room full of kids and smiled at them, bowing a little as they did it back to you. They all looked so happy to be there and ready to learn which warmed your heart up a bunch. You had been a little anxious none of them would be interested in learning English from such a young age but they all seemed eager.

"Good morning Miss Yln," The class greeted in perfect unison, that was it, you swore that your heart was going to swell too much and explode at just how adorable they all were.

On average you were going to be working around 5 and a half hours with students and then after you would be doing grading and homework assignments. You wanted to get to know each of your students and make sure they had fun in your lessons since you always felt that learning should have been enjoyable for people.

"I'll leave you to it," The principal said before bowing to you and heading out of the room leaving you alone with the kids which now made your stomach drop with anxiety. You took in a shaky breath as you turned to look at each of the students and smiled trying to come up with something smart or funny to say. All thoughts suddenly left your mind at the sudden pressure of trying to seem like a "cool" teacher that they were going to like.

"Do you want to get to know each other instead of learning for the day?" You questioned as they all began to giggle and nod their head excitedly. You figured it would be a nicer way to start the term off by having their first lesson with you just getting to know one another and playing a couple of games so you could all learn about one another.

"How about we all write out names on these," You said while digging around inside of your drawer and pulling out some cute stickers that they could wear. Each sticker had a blank space where they could write their names out for you, the space was large enough for them to write it in both Korean and English if they knew how.

"We can all write out names down on these cute stickers." You smiled before ripping one off for each student in the classroom, all of them saying "thank you" in both Korean and English as you smiled. You walked slowly around the classroom trying to remember names and faces as you noted each name.

You stopped by a little girl's desk and smiled when you saw her confidently write her name down on the sticker and gently placed it on her blue cardigan that she was wearing.

"What a lovely name," You said while bending down to look at the tag again, her handwriting was incredible for someone so young.

"Lee Mina," You said carefully and slowly when a blush began to settle on her cheeks while she looked up at you. Mina had been mentioned in the class notes before and you remembered the principal saying that Mina was one of the brightest students in her grade.

"Dad named me after one of his favourite authors," She told you proudly before you grinned brightly at her, it was adorable to see someone so proud of her father.

"I love it, it's my favourite name ever," You whispered to her making her giggle before you headed toward some of the other students, saying their names back to them and doing your best to remember every student that was within your classroom.

The final bell had rung about an hour ago and you were finally through with meeting the parents of the children you had been teaching, you wanted to get to know them all so they could see who would be caring and teaching their kids. You were quite glad that your first day was over though and the weekend was tomorrow since you were quite ready for a long sleep and maybe going to get some sightseeing in before you got too busy with school work. You stopped walking through the school yard when you spotted someone sitting on a bench,

"Hey Mina, where's your dad?" You quizzed as you walked over to her, her father had been one of the only parents you hadn't met yet but you were sure you would eventually. Though you did want to let him know how exceptional his daughter was at English and how sweet she had been during your class. Mina had quickly become a little helper with you, always helping you clean up and asking if you needed any help with anything else.

Throughout your meetings with other parents, Mina had been telling you all about her dad and speaking very highly of him which had made you rather excited to meet the man behind the stories. All you knew about him was he was a very powerful CEO and didn't have a lot of time to come to school events though he would always make time for Mina's sports days or talent shows she was in.

"He's busy, I'm waiting for my nanny," You nodded and sat down beside her, smiling a little as you tried to keep her company for a little while. All after-school clubs had been cancelled today which meant Mina was probably waiting for her Nanny to get the memo about it all.

"Want me to wait with you? You can tell me all about your plans for the weekend," You smiled warmly at her, you knew what it was like to be the only one waiting behind after school and you didn't want her to feel so alone.

"Daddy is going to take me to N Seoul Tower and then we're going to get food at his favourite restaurant!" The excitement bounced off of her like rays coming from the sun and you couldn't help but smile at just how excited she was about all of this.

"Hmm, and what do you normally order to eat?" You quizzed while raising an eyebrow at her, she smiled colourfully at you.

"Kimchi-jjigae," She answered with a confident nod and you smiled, it was one of the many foods you couldn't wait to try yourself. For the last week you'd been living off Ramen in your apartment, a little too scared to do some food shopping.

"Sounds like the perfect kind of day. I should try it sometime. What other foods do you think I should try?" You looked at her and she began to list different foods she thought you would love to eat.

Some more time passed between you and you got to know her pretty well but an elderly woman began to walk toward you both, bowing to you as you did the same back to her. Mina got up from the bench and placed her backpack onto her back and stared back at you,

"My daddy would like you...You're pretty and my daddy loves pretty girls," Mina said suddenly before bowing you and rushing over to her nanny, the two of them talking to one another as they walked away leaving you feeling a little shy at the mention of it.

After a few weeks of working in the school, you had grown into a routine that was perfect for you, though you hadn't done as much sightseeing as you had wanted to just yet. You were still having fun nonetheless. It had been non-stop working as well as prepping for your classes since you wanted to be prepared for everything that you could.

Things had been going swimmingly with the kids and over the last couple of weeks though you'd been leaving voicemails to Mina's father telling him how impressed you were with her progression in your class and you wanted him to know how great she was doing but it was starting to change.

Things were starting to get a little weird with Mina and she was becoming a big distraction to other children in the class. She'd even started talking back to you and getting into trouble with other students in the room. At first, you'd tried to give her the benefit of the doubt, thinking that maybe she was just having a hard time with the change of teacher and you didn't want to call her father yet but today was the last straw.

Mina had been sitting with one of the boys in her class when she knocked over a cup of dirty water the kids had been using to clean their paint brushes and knocked it all over the painting he had been working on. It ended with him crying and yelling at Mina but she yelled a lot louder, eventually hitting his arm a little too harshly and you broke them up.

"Mr Lee, it's Miss Yln - Mina's English Teacher - if I could get you to call me back to speak about Mina that would be terrific, we seem to be having a little erm...Behavioural issues with her." You sighed to yourself as you tried to think of the right way to word all of this to her father,

"I think it would be best to speak about this in person when you have the time. Thank you and I hope to speak with you soon," You sighed when you hung up the phone, running your hands over your face as you tried not to get too stressed. It had been non-stop leaving voicemails after voicemails for someone who hadn't bothered to reply once. Not even a note into the school to let you know he was getting the messages. It was completely exhausting and you were beginning to worry he was going to ignore the fact that his child was acting out. Taking in a deep breath you got up and began to clear up for the day, taking a look around the messy classroom and beginning to start with the paintings the kids had been working on.

You'd barely started to clean when you heard the door to your classroom swing open and hit the wall making you squeal and jump a little, the paintbrushes you were holding fell to the floor. Staring down at them you began to pick them all up, glancing in the direction of the door to see a man dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit and yelling far too quickly for you to try and establish what he was saying. You let him ramble until he came to a stop in front of you and just stared at you, his breath catching in his throat as he saw you look a little frightened at him.

His intention hadn't been to scare who even start yelling at you but when Mina told him that someone was pulling her hair and nothing was being done about it, he got into overprotective parents mode and was ready to fix things.

"I-Is there something I can help you with?" You hated that you stuttered, you were supposed to come across as confident, not some stuttering mess in front of a handsome man in a suit. Minho looked at you and swallowed the lump in his throat as he tried to remain calm about all of this. There had to be some kind of explanation as to why no one had done anything about the boy that had pulled Mina's hair a little hard.

"My daughter told me that one of the boys pulled her hair and there was nothing done about it," You frowned as you tried to remember if something like that had happened while you had been teaching but nothing like that had happened. Mina had never mentioned it to you and you glanced over at her to see her nervously staring into the room from the doorway. Had it happened before she ruined the boy's painting? You looked back to her father and shook your head, trying to get across that nothing you knew of had happened.

"Si, I can assure you that nothing like that happened today. Isn't that right, Mina?" She said nothing and hid behind the door as Minho took a step further into the room, glancing around and back at you.

"My kid wouldn't lie to me. Why are you covering for the boy?" He was being a little too stern but he had to stand up for his daughter, there was no way he was going to let someone get away with bullying her.

"Sir...I-I'm not...I can assure you that this is...This is just some misunderstanding. I've been t-trying to get in contact with you," You explained, your stuttering becoming a little uncontrollable as you felt too intimidated standing face to face with someone so much taller than you. Not to mention he looked as though he was straight out of a drama about a mafia leader and you didn't want to somehow upset him.

"My daughter wouldn't lie! Are you calling my daughter a liar?" He snapped harshly and you bit down on your tongue while shaking your head. The last thing you would ever do would call a student a liar, you just needed to get this misunderstanding cleared.

"N-no...It's just-" You stopped as Mina walked closer to her dad and tugged on his sleeve a little, glancing at you before Minho stared down at her and they made eye contact.

"She's right daddy." Your chest released a deep breath and you looked over at Mina who was now staring up at her dad and turning a slight red colour.

"I've been n-naughty lately, I-I just wanted you to meet Miss Yln but you were always so busy." She admitted before you nodded in agreement with her. It was wrong for her to act out just to get some attention from her father but at least the situation was being cleared out of the way,

"I left a few voicemails for you but I never heard back. Mina mentioned how busy you are so I was going to write a letter home soon." You explained while quickly clearing the paintbrushes away and looking back at Minho who was now flushing a bright red colour.

"Oh...Oh...Wow. I'm so sorry," He apologised profusely as he glanced down at Mina and got her to apologise to you as well.

"I never should have stormed into your classroom like that...I'm sorry," He whined a little as he ran his hands through his hair making you smile weakly before leading Mr Lee over to Mina's desk. It must have been hard being a single parent of a 10-year-old girl, you'd heard about Mina's mother dying during birth and you didn't want to imagine the type of pressure that put on Minho.

"While you're here...I'd love to show you some of the work she's been doing in class...She's usually an amazing student...Besides the times she acted out," You told him happily before he took a seat in the tiny kid's chair, making you both laugh a little at how big he seemed to look inside of it.

"I'd love to see it," Minho smiled, forgetting all about the meeting he was supposed to be attending in about twenty minutes. Right now, all he cared about was staying in this room and listening to you talk about his daughter. Throughout the last weeks, he had listened to Mina talk about you in depth but everything she had been saying didn't hold a torch to you.

Mina had mentioned how pretty you were but you were completely breathtaking to Minho. Your hair suited you perfectly and you dressed as though you were a respectful young adult...Not to mention your eyes. When he'd been talking to you just now he felt as though he was going to get lost in a trance in them they were so pretty.

"I have something we've been working on lately," You explained, rushing to go and grab some of the worksheets Mina had been working on with you and her classmates. It had been something a little fun just to get to know what the kids did and didn't know about English, as well as making them have memories of their times in class.

"She speaks very highly of your classes," Minho quickly said without thinking too much about it, your body heated up as you turned to lock eyes with the man in front of you.

His eyes were piercing into you and you could have sworn everything around you ceased to exist and you could only focus on him and what he was saying. Seriously, how could a man look like that and not be an actor or a singer? He looked as though he was stripped right from the pages of a magazine.

"She does?" You asked shyly looking down at the sheets as you tried to make it seem as though you were completely struck by his good looks which made Minho smile. He was used to people avoiding his gaze and usually he found it annoying but with you, somehow you made it cute.

"Yeah, she always loves coming to your classroom. She mentioned how much you engage with them all and try to make the lessons fun," He recounted everything Mina had said about her lessons with you while you pulled up a chair in front of the desk he was sitting on and smiled brightly. You'd always wanted to be considered a fun teacher.

"Well, I thought fun lessons would make it more memorable and having fun while learning makes it easy to remember what you learnt." You admitted shyly, feeling your body heat up at the sudden attention you were getting from the man in front of you. None of the other parents had been so sweet and complimentary with you, they were just happy that their children were happy.

"This is something we'd been working on yesterday." You said as you began to flip through the pages to find the right thing you were going to show him,

"I had the kids write about their favourite memory and she wrote about your trip with her to Jeju island." You swallowed the nervousness down as you put the sheet down in front of him to show him the papers that were written in a mixture of Korean and English. There were cute drawings spotted around the paper of Mina and her dad doing different things on Jeju Island.

"I used this to learn what they did and didn't know in English and then I decided to sit with them all and teach them each of the words." You admitted, not noticing that the whole time you were speaking Minho had his eyes on you, getting lost in your eyes as you spoke passionately about teaching. It was endearing to see someone so in love with their job, it had been far too long since he'd seen a teacher get this happy with their students.

"She's very quick at picking up English terms as well," You told him before showing him the flashcards you and Mina had been making together. Written on them were different places on Jeju Island she had visited as well as how to ask for directions or where something was.

"Next week I have an afterschool activity planned," You informed him before looking at Mina who was just watching the two of you, smiling at you when she caught you watching her.

"We're all going to bring in baked goods that we all love and then we're going to explain why we love them," You told him before slowly looking back at him and jumping when you met his gaze. You hadn't expected him to be watching you so intently and you smiled shyly, glancing back down at the papers suddenly making Minho chuckle a little.

"That sounds like a lot of fun," Minho chuckled trying to think of something he could let Mina bring in since he wasn't much of a baker himself but he was sure he could buy something or hire someone to make her favourite snacks.

"I understand you're busy a lot so I made sure it was okay for Mina to bring her Nanny instead of you," You looked back at him and he nodded his head at you in response but this was one day he didn't want to miss.

"That's very, very kind of you but I'm sure I can make some time." It would take a lot of rearranging of meetings but it would be worth it to see his daughter be so happy in class...Not to mention it would be another chance to come and meet you.

"I'm sure Mina would love that, she speaks a lot about you." You told him, clearing up the sheets of paper and putting them into a plastic envelope so he could take it home and have a closer look at it. You wanted him to see how incredible his little girl was at everything she did.

"Perfect, just let me know the time and exact date and I'll make sure we bring something in." He told you before you grabbed a sticky note and wrote it down for him, Minho kept his eyes on your hands and smiled as you wrote a little cutely in Korean.

"It'll be in the classroom so you don't have to worry about getting lost in the school," You laughed nervously, handing it to him and biting your lip when your fingers touched one another before you quickly pulled away.

"It was lovely to meet you and if I get lost trying to find the classroom next week I'll have to call you," You stared back at him a little taken back and nodded,

"Do you have a number I can do that on?" Giddiness buzzed inside of you before you quickly squashed it to him just being friendly with you and you quickly wrote down the number he could contact you on. Minho resisted the urge to smirk as you gave him your number,

"I'll call you if there's ever a homework emergency," He teased softly before heading over to Mina and picking her up carefully and steadily,

"You little lady, are going to be punished for lying to me and acting out in poor Miss Yln's class," Minho warned her as he turned back to you and gave you a giant smile, your whole body melting as soon as he was out of the room.

"I have no idea how you did it...But thank you," You frowned looking at the teacher beside you and wondering what she was talking about. Today was the bake sale that the school was holding in order to raise money for different departments and you didn't know what she was talking about. You'd barely even had time to bake some cookies, you'd just grabbed some from a store and hoped no one would notice.

"I just baked cookies..." You trailed off clearly not following along with what she was talking about but she scoffed and shook her head at you.

"Mr Lee...I have no idea how you got him to come to all of this stuff but thank you." You continued to frown, how did Minho coming to more events have anything to do with you?

Ever since your first meeting with Minho, he had been coming to the school a lot more frequently you'd noticed it had nothing to do with you. He'd been coming to a lot of the family meetings teachers were having - not just with you either - it appeared that he was coming to the school more and you were happy he was trying to get closer with Mina.

"Minho...Mina's dad, he's been participating in so many school activities lately and he gave a huge donation last week to the English department," Your heart dropped and your throat ran dry at the mention of the last part. Did he donate because of you? Your head ran wild as you tried to remember the last conversation the two of you had been having with one another last week.

The last time the two of you saw one another you had mentioned that the English department within the school was lacking in materials and that you and a couple of the other teachers were going to be holding a fundraising event to help bring in new funds for the school. But you never would have imagined he would do something about it or even make a donation to it. It was just friendly conversations between two adults that got along really well with one another.

The truth was though, Minho wanted to donate to the school not only for Mina but because he found himself growing attached to you. He figured if there was more money in the department, he wouldn't have to worry about you leaving anytime soon.

"What?" You gasped out, looking as a photographer took a photo of Minho with the headteacher of the school. You could hardly believe that he would do something like this. You knew that he was filthy rich but you never would have imagined this.

"Yeah, he said that Mina deserves the best so he donated a huge sum," Your heart rate seemed to slow down as you realised it was just about being sweet for his daughter and you were completely relieved to learn he hadn't done it because of something you had said. You didn't want it to seem as though you had been poaching him for money.

"It's very sweet that he does all of this for his daughter," You shrugged it off as though it was nothing and sold another cupcake to one of the kids that were in front of you. However, the teacher beside you smirked.

"Very. Whatever it is you're doing, keep doing it." She spoke before smirking at you making you feel a little nervous about what she was hinting at. There was nothing going on between you and Minho, except a couple of playful comments here and there but everything was friendly.

"What are you talking about?"

"Please, I see the way he's constantly watching you and you're both always flirting and laughing together," The woman's smirk grew wider and your body began to heat up, even more, your weight shifting from one foot to the other as you prayed no one else was listening to what she was insinuating.

"We're just speaking, like friends." You suggested but it appeared as though the other teacher wasn't totally convinced by what you were saying.

"Right-" She winked and popped a cookie into her mouth.

"Don't worry I won't tell anyone, I mean it's not completely against the rules for teachers to date parents just frowned upon...Don't worry though I won't tell anyone since I'm seeing someone too." She giggled before you stared over at Minho who was smiling and waving at you from across the hall.

Flirting? The two of you had simply grown a friendship and were talking a lot whenever he came to visit the school. Maybe it was a little suspicious that he was starting to come a lot more frequently but it couldn't have had anything to do with you. Could it?

"Daddy said to give this to you," Mina said as she stood in front of you holding a small purple envelope with your name written across it. You smiled to yourself, holding it in your hands and inspecting it closely.

"What is it?" You giggled as she pulled you closer so that she could whisper to you,

"A note, daddy said to read it when I'm not here." She whispered before heading back over to a group of her friends, all of them giggling about something while you opened up the small envelope.

Dear Yn,

I would love to meet with you after the event to talk. I feel we have much to discuss regarding Mina's English lessons. I believe some extra lessons would benefit her.

Many Thanks,

Lee Minho.

You smiled t yourself and put the note into your pocket thinking it was sweet that he wanted to give her extra lessons you just hoped it wouldn't be too much for her to handle at such a young age. Mina was only ten years old and she still had a lot of time to be a child and have fun.

Minho made his way up behind you as you walked toward your classroom, he'd gotten your note and wanted to see what the big emergency was that you wanted to speak to him about. Though he had to admit he was beyond excited to hear that you wanted to speak with him in private, he had been desperately looking for a way to get you alone for a while now.

"Hey, so I was thinking about what you wrote and I don't think it would be a good idea for more lessons per se. I think maybe just something light for her, like some fun activities." You explained when you felt Minho close by however, the second you looked at him you knew that he was confused. There was a deep frown on his forehead and he arched one brow up as he let out a small smile.

"What are you talking about?" He chuckled, your note hadn't mentioned anything extra lessons for Mina.

"You wrote me a note," As you spoke you pulled the note out of your pocket, showing him what he had written but he pulled out one with the exact same writing,.

"You wrote me a note," He told you while fishing his note out from his pocket and showing it to you. The exact same handwriting was used on both notes and you smiled a little. Before either of you could say anything you walked into the room and giggled a little seeing the scene in front of you. It was obvious there was a little Mina Fairy at work during all of this.

"I see what's happening," You laughed, looking into the room to see fake candles and fake food set up at the table in front of you. Mina had been rushing in and out of the hall all afternoon and at least now you knew where she was disappearing to all of this time,

"We're being set up," You told him as he looked at the sight in front of him, his cheeks flushing a bright red colour as he realised his daughter had been the one to do this. He knew letting her watch all of those dramas was going to end badly.

"It's sweet," You spoke before he blushed more than he already was and ran his hand over his face shaking his head as he began to apologise for it all,

"I'm sorry...She's been watching a lot of Disney films and drama's lately and I think she thinks I need a woman," It was a sweet gesture for Mina to do and you were rather happy she'd thought of you when she'd been doing this for her father,

"It's okay...It's sweet. I mean this is the most interaction I've had with someone who isn't a child, teacher or a convenience store worker in a long time," You admitted before he pulled out a chair for you to sit down on o you sat and he carefully tucked the chair under the desk and took a seat across from you. He was a little taken back that he was one of the only other adults you'd been speaking to a lot,

"Really? You haven't spoken to anyone at supermarkets or the actual markets?" The room fell silent as you bit down on your tongue. The truth was, you hadn't really had a lot of time to go food shopping and you'd mostly been living off food that was quick and easy to buy in your local store.

You'd been busier than you expected to be with lesson planning and extra activities you had somehow been roped into helping with. You'd somehow become a part of the cross-stitching club and you didn't even know how to cross-stitch let alone teach a bunch of kids how to.

"Actually...I-I haven't really had the chance to go them yet," You bit down on your tongue and made a grimaced face before looking at Minho who was staring at you a little dumbfounded.

"What do you mean?" He stared at you and waited for you to explain that you'd misunderstood the question. How had you not been shopping yet? Had you ordered online or something?

"I haven't been food shopping yet," You admitted before looking down at the fake dinner set in front of you. This looked like it would have been the most delicious thing you would have touched in weeks and you wished it was real.

"So wait, what have you been eating?" Minho suddenly felt protective over you, the thought of you not eating properly making his stomach drop. How could you be getting the right nutritional needs if you weren't eating proper food?

"Ramen mostly...And fast food," You groaned at the thought and Minho let out a dry and sarcastic laugh.

"So I'm guessing you haven't explored anywhere yet either?" Your eyes met as he asked the question and you shook your head. But you had a valid reason for it and he understood that. Though it saddened him to think you were in such a beautiful country and were missing everything about it.

"Not really...But I have a list so that's a start," Minho shook his head at you, a list was no good when there was so much for you to do. He thought about it for a second and smiled to himself, he was going to take you to see everything you wanted.

"You need to go see things! And you need to eat something." He told you sternly while rolling up the sleeves of his shirt revealing his arms as you bit down on your lip.

"I'm not having my favourite teacher- My daughter's favourite teacher, getting sick." He quickly recovered himself and you smiled to yourself at the compliment. Minho took out some paper from under the desk and grabbed a pen from his pocket ready to write a list of all of the places that you wanted to go.

"I'll get something at some point I'm sure." You shrugged it off but it wasn't good enough for Minho so he shook his head at you.

"Not good enough, you'll eat with me and Mina tonight. I always cook way too much and we have too many leftovers anyway." The invite to his house made your heart begin to race and you dug your nails into your hand, looking at him and smirking a little.

"I thought you didn't cook?" You reminded him of what he had told you when everyone first bought baking goods into the school and he smirked back at you.

"I don't bake but I cook...I'm an amazing cook." He leant back in the chair with a proud and smug smile spreading across his face and you raised your eyebrow at him deciding to tease him just a little.

"Oh? Nothing like blowing your own trumpet."

"Hey! You can make your remarks after you've eaten something nice and homemade." He leant forward once again and you did the same, staring directly into his eye as you smiled. The thought of having something that wasn't made from boiling water and pouring it into a packet did sound like heaven to you.

"Sounds like a good plan to me," You mentioned and Minho smiled brighter than before, nodding his head as he pointed to the paper in front of him. There was no way he was going to let you go without homecooked food at home either so he was going to write a list of foods for you to buy together.

"Before we eat I'll take you to the markets I like to visit and we can get you something to cook at home." It might have just been him being nice to you but you couldn't help but get butterflies at everything he was saying to you,

"And maybe we can spend the weekend together." The realisation of what he had just asked you hit him and he blushed deeply, stuttering a little as he tried to add to what he had said,

"With Mina of course. We can go and see all of the sights you want," The thought sounded fantastic to you but there was a slight nagging feeling inside of you as you thought about it. It was frowned upon for teachers to date their student's parents and you didn't want to do anything to risk you getting fired.

"Are we allowed? I know it can be seen as...Odd for parents and teachers to be dating..." Minho shook his head at you. If there was ever a problem with it he would sort it out himself.

"Why wouldn't we be?" Minho questioned and you simply shrugged your shoulders.

"Mina and I can be your exceptional tour guides," Minho smirks as he began to write down more food onto the list as well as a couple of different spots he thought you might like to visit.

"Hmm, it does sound tempting but-"

"I'll make sure there's homecooked food the whole time," He offered before you smirked at him.

"I'm sold, Mr Lee." You giggled shaking his hand as though you'd made a deal together, both of you writing down the places you wanted to visit in the order of how badly you wanted to go and see them.

Their house was incredible and something out of a movie. When Minho drove you here you thought he was going to show you some kind of sight but it was their house. His actual house where he lived,

"You live here?" You questioned, sounding a little unsure as you climbed up the stairs toward his front door, stopping and looking at him as he smirked at you

"Yeah," It was adorable to see the shocked expression written across your face. Almost as cute as the one you had pulled when he took you into the supermarket but you couldn't help it. Everything was so different to where you used to live and you loved every second you were there, getting excited about everything.

"It's huge," You whispered as he walked you through the main entrance of the home, stopping when he kicked off his shoes and you did the same. There was a giant chandelier above the entryway and a maid came in to take your coats from you, bowing before she headed away and left you and Minho alone.

"The food...Will it be okay in the car?" You asked as you followed Minho through his home, you were slightly worried the food would go bad if you left it alone in a hot car while you ate but Minho had already thought about that.

"I'll have someone get it out and keep it cold storage until you head home." He smiled politely at you and Mina came rushing over to you, hugging her dad's legs tightly before looking up at you and smiling excitedly.

"Can I show Miss Yln my doll houses?!" She called out happily while bouncing up and down on the spot, you giggled a little at the thought of her wanting to show you her things.

"Have you finished your homework?" Minho asked while eyeing her up suspiciously. The two of you had gone food shopping alone while the nanny took Mina home since she had homework and he didn't want her to be too tired before dinner. That and it gave Minho more of a chance to be alone with you and he'd been dying for that for a while now.

"Yes-" She stopped and sighed realising that she couldn't lie to either of you and she pouted a little.

"I need help with it." She admitted, pouting up at her dad as you smiled a little,

"I can help her if you want." You suggested to Minho who nodded,

"Sure...I feel bad though,"

"Don't. It's fine." You promised him before Mina pulled you in the direction of the kitchen table where her homework was already waiting for you to help her with.

While Minho cooked his eyes were on you, his mind distracted whenever he would catch a glimpse of you and Mina working happily together. It looked like the perfect family scene he'd seen in movies. Ever since his wife had died giving birth he'd never really imagined he would do the whole big family thing again...That was until you came into the scene.

Since the moment he met you he'd been imagining what it would be like to have you as part of the family and it was obvious that Mina had been thinking the same thing since she had set you both up on a fake date earlier in the date.

"Food will be ready soon, why don't you go and wash up Mina," Minho called out. Mina rushed out of the room and you giggled a little before you cleaned up the table and began to set it for the meal.

"Math was never really my strong point so I hope I helped her a little," You told him before walking over to the kitchen to see if Minho needed any help with anything.

"It's okay, she's normally really good at math. I think she was making an excuse to see you," He admitted before looking up at you and smiling shyly at how close you were to him.

"Thank you for having me over," You were worried it was going to be awkward between you all but so far it felt as though this was something you always did and you could just relax with Minho by your side.

"It's been fun. It's nice seeing Mina open up to someone other than me and her nanny," He admitted to you, bringing the food over to the table and laying everything down in front of you. The sight alone was enough to make your mouth water and you let out a small whine at how good it looked.

"She's a great kid...Her dad is kind of okay," You joked before he smirked at you, nodding at you to sit down while he bought the rest of the food and drinks over to the table for you to eat.

The meal had been one of the best things you'd ever had to eat and Minho was sending you home with leftovers, he really wasn't kidding when he said he made too much food.

"She's so cute when she sleeps," You whispered to Minho as you both stood outside his daughter's bedroom door to see her sound asleep on top of her sheets.

"It's the only time she's not scheming against me," Minho teased before you playfully swatted his arm and shook your head at him.

"She's too cute to be scheming. Besides, what would she have been scheming at such a young age?" Your head tilted to the side as you continued to watch her sleeping peacefully, it made your heart flutter. You'd always wanted to have kids but you'd always put it off, deciding it was better to wait.

"To get us to hang out more," Minho said as he looked down at you, his whole body aching to reach out and touch you but he held himself back not wanting to scare you away.

"Then it's a successful mission since we're hanging out this weekend," You laughed a little and looked up at him, your heart skipping a beat when you locked eyes with one another and you swallowed the lump in your throat,

"That's true, I'm glad she set us up," Minho admitted as his eyes flicked between your lips and your eyes slowly licked his lower lip as he leaned closer to you. Your heart raced against your chest and you could have sworn he was going to hear it at any minute,

"Me too," You whispered stepping one step closer to him until you were almost chest to chest with one another. Your breaths got caught on one another's skin and your heart was about ready to jump into his waiting hands until you heard movement. You darted away from Minho and he looked over at his daughter that was starting to wake up,

"I'll put her to bed and drive you home," He mentioned as you nodded your head, quickly making your way down the staircase and back to the main entryway of the house suddenly feeling embarrassed that you had just almost kissed him.

After the first weekend of spending time with one another, you and Minho had begun to develop a deep relationship with one another, though you were keeping it hidden from his daughter. You'd been doing a lot of sightseeing with the two of them and you could hardly believe that you were getting to do all of the fun things you'd only dreamt about before now.

All three of you had gone to Nami Island on the first weekend after your meal together. The entire day was spent getting food together, going on the boat over to the island and taking lots and lots of photos. Mina had insisted on getting a disposable camera so she could take her own snapshots of everything she was seeing. That whole day you and Minho had been brushing your hands against one another and getting shy whenever you would make eye contact since neither of you had mentioned the almost kiss from the doorway.

Then after that, you went to Changdeokgung Palace, N Seoul tower and then there was Lotte world. The place you and Minho had your first kiss with one another and it had been a long time coming too. There was now photographic evidence of the first kiss the two of you shared but it was one of your favourite moments in the world.

Mina waited outside the photo booth for the two of you as she giggled to herself. Lotte World had been her idea today since Minho and you had dragged her out to a lot of historical places recently and you were enjoying it. All three of you had been going on a lot of the rides together though Mina seemed to be making you sit beside her father a lot more than she was sitting with him. Even now, it was her idea for you both to get into the photo booth together and Minho's heart was thumping rapidly against his chest. All he'd been wanting to do from the moment he last tried to kiss you....was kiss you.

"Pose in 3...2...1..." The machine counted down while you and Minho both posed together, Minho posed in an adorable way while you had posed normally for the photo. The machine gave you both time to change positions and you giggled a little,

"That was adorable," You glimpsed at him before getting ready for the next photo but Minho didn't look at the camera for the next shot, instead his eyes were locked on you.

In the shot after that, he didn't bother to pose either but his hand had moved to cup your face in his grasp making you whimper a little when you turned to look at him. The camera continued to take photos of you as he moved you closer until your lips touched. It was soft and sweet but the effect was insane as you wrapped your arms around him. Sparks consumed your entire body and there was a heat building deep inside of your stomach. Your whole body tingled at the sensation and Minho dragged you closer so that you were almost sitting on his lap. A simple kiss wasn't enough, he craved more of you and he wanted to devour every inch of you.

"Y-Yn," He stuttered out as you slowly pulled away and looked at him breathlessly your heart thumping so fast you were almost positive that it could be heard by Mina outside.

"I-I want to do that again," You told him before the machine began printing the photos,

"Me too but...later," He chuckled breathlessly before you both got out of the photo booth to see Mina holding the photos and giggling at the two of you. Minho blushed bright red and you felt your entire body burning as you hid your head in his arms and whined a little.

"You look lost in your thoughts," Minho whispered, leaving small kisses up and down your shoulder as you sat out in front of the Han River together. It was a picnic kind of day and Mina was spending the day with her Nanny which gave you and Minho all of the time in the world to be alone with one another.

"I was just thinking about our first kiss," You admitted shyly making Minho smirk at you, the two of you had shared many more kisses than that since the first one had happened.

"I never would have imagined myself doing this sort of thing," He admitted before feeling you a chocolate-covered strawberry while you waited for him to continue with what he was saying.

"I just never took myself as the dating type...After my wife died I didn't think I would see anyone like this again," You smiled weakly, you were happy he felt comfortable talking about her in front of you. Minho didn't speak much about his late wife but when he did you could see how much he had loved her and it really warmed your heart that he was okay talking about her in front of you.

"So I'm your first girlfriend since?" You questioned, carefully feeding him something to eat as he nodded his head. It wasn't as though he didn't want to date it was just no one was ever good enough in comparison to his late wife. Except for you.

"Is that a problem?" He questioned when he saw you look a little uneasy but you were only teasing him.

"It's a lot of pressure to put on a girl," Minho sat up straight and looked at you and could already tell that you were joking with him.

"I think I can make it worth your while." He smirked dragging you closer to him by your ankle, making you squeal out in surprise. Once you were face to face with him you whimpered a little,

"How would you do that?" You whispered, looking from his lips to his eyes wondering what he was hinting at. The two of you had been flirting with the idea of sleeping together but it was hard with a child around all of the time...Which was one of the many reasons Minho had arranged for the two of you to be alone today.

"I would start by kissing you more," He whispered, gently kissing your shoulder as you rolled your eyes playfully at him

"Hmm, sounds nice but not very convincing." You gigged as he tightened his grip around your waist,

"No?" He smirks kissing the corners of your lips making you whine out a little, it was a weak spot and he knew that very well from all of the times he had done that before.

"N-no."

"Then I guess I'd have to kiss you..." He trailed off as he bit down on your neck a little, slowly kissing up to your ear,

"in other places," He whispered right in your ear while his hands rubbed gently down your sides and your heart rate picked up. You let out a sudden breath and his smirk grew wider knowing you needed him almost as badly as he needed you.

"You like the idea of that huh?" He nodded to the fact that your thighs were squeezed together and you nodded desperately. You didn't care how desperate you seemed, this was something you'd wanted for a long time.

"Y-yes...G-God, yes."

"God will have nothing to do with it baby," He whispered to you, kissing down your neck before you let out a moan quickly moving your hand to cover your lips.

"N-not here though," You looked at him and then around at people that could be watching you at any second.

"Of course not, I want you all to myself." He smiled before kissing you deeply, your arms moving to wrap around the back of his neck. Both of you too lost in your own kissing to notice someone had spotted you from across the way and was taking a photo of you both.

"Where's Mina?" You asked out in a rush as Minho pinned you up against his bedroom wall, his hands ripping open your shirt as he drank in the appearance of your body. The red lace brace you were wearing made his cock twitch in his pants, he was beginning to think a few hours away from Mina wasn't going to be long enough to get his fill of you.

Though, he was sure he would never get his fill of you.

"The nanny took her out for a few hours, I-I figured it was the best option," He admitted before you smirked pushing him down against the bed and ripping his shirt open just as he had done to you. Your eyes lingered over his body and you bit down on your lip as you looked at him. The man could have been crafted by the gods, everything was so perfectly toned and chiselled. You ran your fingers down his chest and abs, stopping when you came to a scar near his abdomen but you didn't ask about it just yet.

Right now your brain was going haywire as you shut your eyes and let Minho devour your lips, both of you needily making out on his bed. Both of his hands clutched into your sides as he ground your hips down against him causing you both to moan out in pleasure. You didn't need to remove any more clothes to know he was huge and you let out a small whimper at the thought of him inside of you.

"S-So hot," You moaned out as he kissed you once again, your bodies rolling against one another as you felt his erection hitting over your clothes cunt, only further making you needy for him.

Your bodies moulded together like they were made for one another and you smiled against his lips, pulling off your bra slowly as he looked up at you in complete awe. This was everything he'd been dreaming of and more over the last few weeks,

"You're so gorgeous," He whispered before sitting up and bringing your left breast into his mouth. He wasted no time sucking harshly on your nipple while his hand massaged and tugged on your right nipple. Moans slipped from your lips as you gave yourself up to him, your eyes fluttered shut and you let your hands roll into his hair tugging softly on the brown strands.

"Minho," You breathed out, your entire body shuddering as you let your fingers claw into his shoulders only further encouraging his movements as he switched from one breast to the other looking up at you the whole time.

Your lips found him again and your tongue teased his as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck bringing him closer to you. All you wanted was to feel his body on yours, to be as close as you could get with him. You were completely hopeless for more of him and your whole body felt as though it was going into overdrive. Your spine was practically buzzing as he pulled you closer to him sucking on your bottom lip.

"Yn," He moaned out when you ground your hips down against him, rubbing yourself against his growing erection that was being restrained by the tightness of his pants he'd wished he'd removed already.

"I need you," You whispered to him as you wrapped your legs around his waist pushing your clothed centre against his growing cock and he let out a groan. He was completely ready to take you there and then but he wanted to take his time with you but it felt as though there wasn't enough time in the entire world to do what he wanted to do with you.

"I need you too," He admitted before rolling you both over and laying you down below him slowly kissing down your chest and stomach before he pulled the jeans down that you were wearing and threw them somewhere in the room.

A crash could be heard but the two of you were too lost in the moment to care about whatever he had just broken, you just giggled and looked up at him.

"Minho?" You whispered as he smirked at you, laying on the bed and looking at you with hunger in his eyes. He wanted you to take control a little and ride his face while he held onto you the whole time,

"Ride my face baby," You froze in place, you'd never done something like that before and the thought of trying it with Minho was exciting but scary.

"W-What?" You stuttered out, feeling a little unsure. What if you hurt him? Or suffocated him?

"I said ride my face," He growled out at you, his eyes never leaving yours as you shivered a little, your heart threatening to jump straight out of your chest and into his hands. The man owned your heart by now and you were sure he knew it too,

"What if I hurt you?" You questioned anxiously as you stayed planted on the bed where you were but Minho smirked at you,

"You won't." He reassured you while shaking his head, waiting for you to hover above him.

"But-"

"Sit. On. My. Face." He bellowed before you scrambled up and rushed over to him, carefully hovering above his head while you faced the headboard. Minho smirked and wrapped his arms around your hips, hocking his arms around you.

"I said, sit." He smirked dragging you down as you let out a scream of surprise. Your head went crazy as you screwed your eyes shut in embarrassment, at the thought of the situation that was happening. Your pussy was right above his face, exposed and completely at his beck and call to do whatever he wanted. You bit down on your lip before deciding that it would be a good idea to have a safe word or action if it got too hard for him to do,

"Minho if it gets too- Holy fuck!" You cried out, suddenly gripping onto the wooden headboard and covering your mouth with one hand as you tried to muffle your moans.

"I want to hear you," He warned you but you whimpered feeling a little discombobulated about everything. You let out a shakey breath as his tongue slid over you, between every fold lapping up your arousal as your eyes screwed tightly shut. This was unlike anything you had ever experienced before and it was already making your eyes roll backwards.

"S-Shit! Minho," You cried out, your hips jerked up involuntarily but his grip around you tightened so that you were unable to move away from him anytime soon. You moaned out as his tongue swirled over your clit and he began to suck softly,

"Oh fuck." You moaned as he continued to eat you out as though you were his last meal. Minho smirked beneath you as he went inside of you with his tongue, moving it with focused precision. Minho wanted to hear his name fall from your lips over and over again until he was completely sick of hearing his own name.

"Minho...fuck! Minho, please," Your words came out choked as he continued to fuck you with his tongue and your head began to get dizzy.

"You taste so good," He growled, the hunger in his voice making your entire body tremble before he attached himself back to your cunt biting down on your clit as you let out loud screams of his name.

You were more than glad the two of you were alone in the house for this since you would never be able to face the maid if she heard anything,

"Minho," You whimpered as you felt his fingers beginning to work on your clit while his tongue pushed inside of you. You gasped out wiggling against him at the stimulation and your throat ran dry.

"Please," You begged feeling yourself getting closer with each plunge of his tongue, your hands gripping tighter onto the board in front of you as it banged against the wall. Minho pulled away for a brief second and smirked,

"You want to cum?" He chuckled softly below you and you nodded even if he couldn't see you, your hands clutching onto the wooden headboard in front of you as your cries flew out of you.

"Please...P-Please." You begged as your clit throbbed under his fingers, his tongue going so deep that your pussy spasmed around him and your toes curled upward.

"Minho!" You screamed, your moans getting choked up inside of your throat as you gripped onto the headboard in front of you for dear life, too scared that if you let it go you would melt against the sheets.

"That's so fucking hot," He grunted as he came out from under you, kissing up your spine until he kissed the back of your neck. No man had ever made you orgasm like that before and you were still coming down from your high as you turned to look at him.

Snaking your arms around him you began to kiss him desperately and needily until you pushed him down to lay beneath you. Now it was your turn to return the favour.

Heat exploded inside of him as you rubbed your hand against his clothed dick, he licked his bottom lip as you continued to palm him roughly.

"Off," You ordered before he scrambled to remove the rest of his clothes, both of you laying naked in front of one another as you took in a sharp intake of breath. You hadn't expected him to be this big and you giggled kneeling between his legs on the bed and slowly beginning to pump him in your hands. The sight of his cock made your mouth water and you licked your lips as you looked up at him. A bead of arousal leaked from the tip of his dick and you'd completely forgotten about everything as instinct took over. You licked him from the base of his cock until the tip and he moaned out loudly. You smirked as you traced your tongue over the head of his cock and he moans out,

"Oh fuck...This is better than I-I imagined," He admitted before blushing as he realised he had just admitted that to you,

"Have you imagined this a lot?" You giggled as you looked up at him and moved your hand painfully slow around him,

"A lot." He grunted, his eyes never leaving yours as you began to smirk wider at him. You slowly bent down taking his cock into your mouth and Minho could have sworn the whole world came to a stop at the warmth he felt when entering your mouth.

He hissed out as you began sucking him off, tracing his entire shaft with your tongue and he let out small hisses of your name. It wasn't enough, you wanted to hear him moan the same way you had moaned for him so you reached up and cradled his balls in your hand. Another deep moan left his throat and you took his cock deeper into your throat earning a deep and loud moan from Minho as he looked down at you.

All of this made you feel so powerful right now and you sniggered, humming around him as you took him deeper than before and moaning around his cock. The taste of his precum coating your tongue as you sucker harsher on him desperate for more of him, desperate to taste his cum the same way he had tasted yours.

"Shit just like that," He hissed out as he began to thrust a little into your mouth, incoherent mumbles leaving his throat as he thrust upward to meet the back of your throat.

You let him continue to thrust softly into you, looking at him you wanted him to feel good but he abruptly stopped his thrusts and shook his head.

"W-Wait...S-Stop," He begged as he pulled away from you unexpectedly, his cock falling from your lips and making you pout a little at the sudden loss of him.

"I want to be with you," He whispered, kissing you softly to try and comfort you,

"I want you too," You whispered back as he began to kiss you gently, his arms carefully wrapping around you and cradling you against his chest.

Minho gentle laid you down on the bed below him and fished around in the drawer beside his bed for a condom. He wasted no time in rolling it on and looked down at you.

"Fuck you're just so beautiful," He whispered as he lined himself up at your core, running the head of his cock over your already sensitive clit and making you whimper needily at him.

"No teasing," You begged him before he suddenly drove toward you, slamming his hips against yours making you scream out in surprise. The stretch made your eyes tear up and your pussy burn a little. Minho looked down at you as you wrapped your legs around his midsection, letting him stay still as he stretched you out.

"F-Fuck, you're too big." You moaned through gritted teeth, you feared it wasn't going to work like this but Minho bent down to whisper in your ear.

"You can take it, baby," He cooed, sending shivers up and down your spine, your hips bucking up to meet him as soon as the words left his lips.

"Good girl," He moaned out, one hand holding your hip while the other held onto the headboard to stop himself from bottoming out inside of you right away.

Both of you exchanged a brief nod and sweet kiss before he slowly started to move in and out of you. The air was knocked out of your lungs as you gripped onto his arms tightly, your nails digging into his skin a little as he began to thrust deeply and quickly in and out of you. The tempo shifted suddenly as the thrusts turned insatiable, your nails left marks on his skin and you could nothing but yell his name out.

Minho didn't think he was ever going to get enough of you and you didn't either, your eyes locked with his and he moaned your name out. His thrust beginning to get out of control as you moved one of your shaking legs to hang over his shoulder.

"Yes! R-Right there," You cried out as he continued to fuck in and out of you at a brutal pace, your head starting to spin as he hit a deeper part inside of you leaving your legs shaking.

"So needy," He chuckled deeply making you look up at him, your lower lip caught between your teeth so hard it was beginning to draw blood.

A burning began to build deep inside of you and you clawed at his chest and the sheets, anything you could get your hands on and cried out his name.

"Minho," You warned him that you were getting closer but his pumps didn't stop, your orgasm threatening to spill all over you as he looked down at you with a giant smirk on his lips.

"M-Me too," He whispered roughly as you both began to move your hips in sync with one another. His thumb pinched your clit softly and you shattered around his cock. Your eyes never broke contact, not even for a second as you released around him whimpering out and bucking uncontrollably.

"Minho! Minho!" You cried out as your fingers dig into his flench, he continued to drive into you like a wildman until he tightened up and groaned. Holding himself deep inside of you as he came undone inside of the condom.

Your fingers traced along the scar that was on Minho's stomach and he smiled tiredly at you when he noticed what you were doing. It wasn't a huge story or anything to tell but you seemed pretty entranced by the scar that was there,

"How did you get it?" You asked as he looked down at your hands and smiled. He wished he had a super cool story to tell you about it,

"I had my appendix out when I was a kid," You looked up at him and pretended to be bored with the story. Not that anything Minho ever did could bore you.

"Damn, no cool war stories to make you seem tough and impress me?" Minho scoffed at the thought of it,

"Do I need to impress you?" He quizzed, arching a brow as he gestured to the fact that the two of you had just fucked one another so much he was completely out of condoms now.

"No...I think the aching between my legs impressed me enough," You giggled before he kissed you deeply, bringing you back up to his arms before he held you tightly.

"We should get dressed and make you something to eat." He sighed, he didn't exactly want you to get dressed but pretty soon Mina was going to get home and he thought it would be a good idea for her not to see you naked and in his bedroom until he could tell her the news.

"But moving sounds boring," You whined at him only for him to gently kiss you,

"But I plan on pampering you after you've eaten."

"Oh?" Your ears picked up and you slowly sat up on the bed, Minho's hands began to rub your shoulders softly.

"Yeah, then we're going to spend the rest of the weekend inside with me, you and Mina." You smiled warmly and kissed him deeply, excited to have a weekend of playing house with him before you would eventually go back to work on Monday.

"Sounds almost perfect," You admitted to him before he looked at you,

"Almost?"

"Hmm, you're missing the part out where I get to wear your clothes around the house," You giggled before slowly getting out of bed, hissing at the soreness you were experiencing but it was only short-lived as Minho raced to help you walk.

Sunday morning was slow, Mina had gone out with the Nanny and Minho had popped into work for what he promised was just an "hour" but that was three hours ago and you were getting bored of scrolling through social media. You were about to put your phone down and go hunt for food when you got a message from an email you'd never seen before. It was even an unknown domain you'd never heard of,

[email protected]:

Don't tell him about these.

Leave him or the photos go to your boss.

Simply attached to the email were endless photos of you and Minho together over the recent weeks, kisses that were shared and even the make-out session you'd had in the car the night before. Not to mention a photo of the two of you curled up together on his bed - your bodies were blurred but it was obvious that the two of you were naked. The photos must have been taken out of the window because there sure as hell wasn't anyone in the house when the two of you were together.

Every image was displaying your very inappropriate relationship with a student's parent. Also attached to the email was a photocopy of your contract which had your signature across the bottom. Underlined in big red marker were the words,

"Relationships between a teacher and parents are strictly prohibited and frowned upon. If any relationship is discovered it can result in the termination of your contract," Your heart dropped as you realised what the email was getting at. The unknown sender must have had something to gain with you being out of the picture and you bit down on your lip deciding that it was better to end things right now rather than to wait. This job was everything to you and sure you were beginning to fall in love with Minho but you needed the job more than you needed a relationship. All you had to do was get out of the house before he came home, you could explain this away by cancelling on dates and slowly pulling away,

"I know I'm late but I have a very good reason to be late," Minho laughed as he entered the bedroom holding a bag of food and your heart dropped. Why couldn't he have been just a little later? It would have given you the perfect chance to get out of the house and away from him.

"Hey, come on. Me being late isn't a reason for you to leave," He laughed but stopped when he realised you weren't laughing or giving any hint that you were joking with him on this. He put down the bag of food and made his way over to you, stopping in front of you.

"Yn?" He frowned staring at you as you stared back at him feeling your heart race a little and not in a good way. Your eyes locked with his as your mouth ran dry as soon as you saw him, he looked so excited to be back in front of you.

"I need to go," You said simply, looking over his shoulder for a way out but his body completely blocked you from leaving.

"I'll drive you home tonight, I promise I'm sorry for being late." He frowned, he knew it was wrong and he should have texted you about it but he'd been in a meeting with someone he was supposed to have met weeks ago. It had gone a little over the limit but he was going to make it up to you with your favourite breakfast food and he had plans to take you out to dinner tonight.

"No, I need to leave." You struggled to move away from him and he sighed a little.

"Yn...Come on," He begged, just because he was late didn't mean you needed to get into a mood about all of it.

"It was fun while it lasted Minho but I need to go," You mumbled, the words tasted disgusting in your mouth and you swallowed the lump of lies you were spewing out for him. You hoped he would just accept that it was over without causing a scene but it was obvious he wasn't going to,

"What?" Where was all of this coming from? That morning the two of you had planned what you were going to do the following weekend with Mina. You'd been wanting to go with her to Lotte world again, where had that version of you gone?

"It was fun," You shrugged as you dressed in the clothes you'd worn to the Han river the other day and bit down on your tongue. Being mean to someone was never your strong point.

"Fun..." Minho said the word with disgust and you nodded your head at him. Hoping he didn't know you well enough yet to see through your bullshit.

"Yeah, I mean. You got a good lay, so did I." You mumbled shaking your head at him and slowly heading for the door but his hand grip your wrist. You tried to ignore the sparks you got from a simple touch as this and Minho sighed at you,

"Yn, what are you doing? Is this some kind of a joke because it's not funny..." He told you but you shut your eyes tightly, taking in a deep breath.

"I'm doing what I should have done a long time ago. This is over, we're over," You mumbled trying to get out of his grasp but he wasn't going to let you go that easy. His grip tightened on you and you slapped at his hand,

"No..No, why would you want to do this? Things were going so well. We had plans remember," He was truly dumbfounded as to why you were completely switching up on him all of a sudden.

"Like I said it was fun while it lasted but this just isn't my thing, I don't really want a kid," That was bullshit, the two of you had this conversation weeks ago. You'd told him you'd been dreaming of having kids ever since you were little so he knew that was a lie.

"Yn, you love Mina. You told me you wanted loads of kids," You sniffled a little as you tried to think quickly on your feet. Why did you have to share so much with him? It was only going to make this so much harder on the two of you.

"I also love sharks but I'm not going to live with one." It made no sense but you weren't bothered about making sense, you were more bothered about getting out of the house and making sure you could keep your job.

"You're not making any sense," Minho said as he tried to take you over to the bed, just to sit down and talk all of this out with him.

If something had scared you he wanted you to feel comfortable talking to him about it, if you were moving too fast he would start going slow he didn't care as long as he still had you.

"I have to go,"

"No, you have to tell me what the fuck is going on. I left this morning and we were good, we were more than good. We were making plans for ourselves! That just doesn't go away within a couple of hours," He barked out not seeming to care if he sounded like he was being harsh on you and your heart broke when you saw the tears welling up in his eyes, neither of you noticed that Mina was coming up the hall.

"This isn't going to go anywhere, there's no future between us," The words were all poison jabs driving straight into his heart as he stared at you, there was no way you were saying this to him.

"Yn," The sound of his name was heavy on his tongue and it took every ounce inside of you not to stay and tell him the truth about what was going on.

"Look at me," He told you but you squeezed your eyes shut, if you looked at him you knew you were going to crumble. You'd end up telling him and you would lose everything you had been working toward your entire life.

"Look at me Yn." He begged, his voice cracking as tears ran down his face, if he could just get you to look at him he would be able to tell if this was all fake.

"Yn," He said firmly as you began to walk toward the door, your back to him as you reached for the door handle.

"Look at me!" He demanded as you turned around to look at him within seconds of him ordering you to. The heartache splashed on his face was enough to kill you ten times over as you took in your last look at him

"Don't walk out of that door," He pleaded with you, you stared back at him and shook your head.

"I love you...Okay, please don't do this." Your heart basically shattered into tiny pieces as you heard him say it. It was something you'd been wanting to say to him even if it did seem a little too soon.

"I don't-" You took in a breath as you tried to get the words out, trying to make them seem believable.

"I don't love you, I have to go." You mumbled, walking past him and away from Mina as she yelled at you for making her dad cry. You continued to walk, slowly picking up until a run as you got out into the streets.

You'd barely made it away from the house when you crumpled up into a ball on the street, crying into your hands as you realised you'd just given up the man you love.

The following day at school Mina was doing everything she could to upset you, she would be mean to you, wouldn't talk in class and have even walked out of the room when you'd been speaking with the rest of the classroom. Though you'd done everything you could to avoid having to call Minho it was getting obvious that you were going to have to since she was beginning to call you names in both Korean and English.

Mina had every right to be upset with you but you wouldn't stand for her acting out like this with you. Maybe you could get her to switch to another teacher or something as you didn't think you would be able to deal with his. Whenever you looked at her you just saw Minho and the way he had been crying in front of you when you walked away.

The whole of last night you'd spend sobbing on your apartment floor, your fingers dancing over his name as you debated telling him everything. But you didn't know if someone was watching you like they had been doing when you were together.

You needed this job.

You'd been dreading calling Minho about it all day since it was your fault she was reacting this way. You'd told him you wouldn't have called him if you didn't need to but Mina had been awful all day and now he was standing in front of you in the classroom. Everyone else had left for the day and he'd come up to collect Mina who was refusing to leave your classroom until he came to get her.

"I don't think this should be affecting my teaching life with her," You told him as they both stood in front of you. Mina cuddled into his legs crying as Minho refused to look at you, smirking smugly at the thought of you being upset because his daughter was rude to you all day.

"She wouldn't do as she was told all day, she was being rude. She swore and called me names in front of the other students," You explained while looking at him. It looked as though he hadn't changed from the clothes he was wearing yesterday and his eyes were bloodshot.

"I'll talk to her." He mumbled, not really caring about any of this. The only reason he'd come in the first place was to collect Mina from the room since she'd screamed in the nanny's face when she'd tried to take her home.

Taking in a deep breath you shook your head, all of this was stupid and he deserved to know the truth about it all. Surely the school was a safe space for you to admit the truth to him,

"I'm sorry Minho...I really am."

"No, you're not. If you were sorry you wouldn't have let me fall for you the way you did if you were just going to do all of this," He rubbed Mina's back and you took in a deep breath, fuck it. It was now or never.

"You don't understand if-" You stopped when the door to your classroom flew open and the headteacher stood there and stared at you. Her eyes danced between you and Minho before she nodded her head at you,

"I knew it, I knew it!" She yelled making you move away from Minho and bow to her quickly, your eyes glancing to Minho who was frowning at the way she was yelling at you.

"Mr Lee, you should take Mina out of the room," You whispered but the headmistresses held up her hand to signal them not to go anywhere. Minho frowned at you, what was going on?

"No. This affects him too," You swallowed the lump in your throat and you felt your stomach contract. Had the photos been sent? Did the blackmailer really send them even after you'd done what they had asked of you?

"I hadn't wanted to believe the email but when I saw the images attached I knew something needed to be done. You know that relationships are strictly prohibited." Minho finally caught on and he stared at you. Images? Why hadn't you just told him someone had threatened you? He would have easily found them for you and put a stop to everything,

"Miss-" You tried to speak her name but she held up her hand to stop you and cut you off before you could even find the words.

"You're fired." Your heart stopped as you stared back at her in silence. Everything you had been working towards for years completely crumbled around you with two little words. Fired? You'd barely even had a chance to explain to her that what happened between you and Minho was over now.

"But-"

"I don't want to hear it. I want you to get your things and leave. The authorities have been contacted." You knew what that meant. Your visa would have been terminated and you would no longer be allowed to stay in South Korea. Everything was coming undone like string and you couldn't do a single thing about it.

"Yes ma'am." You bowed to her deeply, you didn't try to glance at Minho before you grabbed your bag and began to pack everything up. The door slammed shut and he quickly sent Mina out into the hallway and stood in front of your desk,

"Is this why you broke up with me?" He questioned as you nodded your head not trusting yourself to speak without breaking down into a puddle in front of him. All of your dreams were completely smashed and all because you'd decided to trust something another teacher had said to you. "You can date, it's only frowned upon," you couldn't believe you'd let yourself get sucked into that.

"Yn...If you'd said something," He said slowly as you shrugged your shoulders at him. There was nothing that was going to change the past.

"The email told me I wasn't allowed to tell you. Seems as though they were just trying to make things worse for me since they told my boss anyway," You sniffled as you took in a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down and gather your thoughts together. There was so much to do and you weren't going to have any time to do it. You weren't going to have enough time to pack up your apartment, nothing was ready since you hadn't been preparing for this. You needed to find a company to ship everything big back home and then you needed to call your roommate to arrange for your room to be free again.

"We can figure this out. We can fight this, I'll hire a lawyer." Minho said as he followed you frantically around the classroom while you shoved your belongings into the bag.

"No. It's in my contract I'm not supposed to date a parent. I broke the contract." Your voice came out strained as you turned to look at him, tears rolling down your cheeks as you couldn't focus on anything but him right now. He needed to get out of his so you could focus.

"But that's pathetic! You should have the freedom to see whoever you wish! I'll take Mina out of the school then it's not an issue." All of that was too late, there was no time left for him to change what had happened. The visa people were already contacted which meant it was a losing battle.

"Minho, it's too late. There's no time," Your voice was debilitated and tears poured down your cheeks and he shook his head standing in front of you and holding your face in his hands.

"No...No it's not. It's not too late. You still have time, there's always time." He whispered to you as you completely broke down in his hands, sniffling and sobbing hysterically as you shook your head.

"And in that time I have to pack up my apartment and send things home...My visa is going to be revoked." He stared at you and shook his head, he'd only just gotten you and he sure as hell wasn't going to let you go.

"You can leave stuff at my place until we figure it out," He reassured you and as sweet of him as it was, it wasn't going to do a thing to help you. If your visa was gone you had to get out of the country before you were arrested.

"We can't! There's nothing to figure out. I'm fired, I have no job here. I need to leave." You sniffled, looking at the security men that were now waiting by the door and ready to escort you from the premises but Minho held your hand.

"She'll go when she's ready," He snapped angrily at them but they didn't move so you laughed weakly and shook your head.

"I have to go...I'm sorry...Tell Mina, I'm sorry," You whispered before kissing him deeply one last time, your arms wrapping around one another delicately before you were pulled away from him by the school security team.

From the moment you'd left the school until you were driven to the airport, you were under the constant watch of policemen. All of them were under strict orders to make sure you didn't try to flee or stay in the country any longer than you were allowed to be. There was no contact allowed to Minho and they'd taken away your phone unless it was to arrange pick-ups for your things and to your roommate back home.

Luckily for you, he hadn't rented out your room, only turned it into an art studio for himself while he waited for you to finish your year away.

"Do you have everything?" The guard asked as you stood at your departing gate and looked through your carry-on bag. You had everything you were going to need when you arrived back home, including your cellphone which had kindly been given back to you as soon as you got to your gate. You knew that they had to do this as part of their jobs but not being able to see Minho one last time had killed you inside.

You'd heard him outside of your apartment a few days ago begging for them to let him inside and yelling to you that he had some kind of plan but nothing was going to work. The visa had already been taken away from you and you weren't permitted to work in South Korea for at least another year and even then it was to be stated clearly of your reasons for being fired previously. You knew that no school in their right mind was ever going to allow you to work with them and everything you'd wanted in life was gone.

Including the man that you loved,

"I think so. Thank you again for my phone," You looked at the officer who simply nodded his head at you. Throughout your everchanging officers, he had been the kindest of the bunch, passing a blind eye whenever you would walk too slowly in the streets or would stay too long in a shop. It was clear he had a soft spot for your situation but would never speak a word of it out loud.

"Yn! Yn!" You heard someone yelling, and your eyes shot up to see Mina and Minho running quickly toward you. Mina was yelling out your name as loudly as her tiny lungs would allow her to and Minho looked like he was sweating profusely. He'd gotten a text from an unknown number letting him know the time of your flight and what gate you were going to be at so he wasted no time in dragging Mina along with him to come and see you. He had a plan for the two of you and he was finally going to be able to let you know about it.

"Minho?" You frowned staring over at him and back at your security guard who quickly turned a blind eye to you and allowed you to run toward your boyfriend. Minho smirked even more as he watched you closely.

"Hey, hey," Minho cried out as you rushed over to him, dropping your bag as you threw yourself into his arms. Your bodies tangled together much to the dismay of those around you and you let out a massive sigh when you felt him holding you tightly.

"Fuck, I didn't think I was going to get to see you. They wouldn't let me have my phone or leave the apartment." You mumbled as you hid in his neck and Minho shook his head. He knew all of this already, all that mattered now was that you were in his arms and he had a plan.

He'd been on the phone with so many different lawyers until he found one that was willing to take your case and get your visa Reinstated, claiming it was against your human rights to fire you for dating someone.

"It's okay, I'm here. I got a lawyer and we're going to fight it," He told you slowly pulling away and making you look at him. There was a way to fight this.

"Minho...It's too late for all of that I'm about to get on a plane," You motioned behind you and he smiled a little. It was something the two of you could fight together when you arrived safely. Distance didn't scare Minho in the slightest.

"We'll fight it even when you're at home." He told you before you let out a small and happy sigh it was sweet that he was willing to go through all of this trouble for you.

"I love you," You told him as he nodded at you. Of course, and he loved you too which was why he had been planning this ever since he knew you were going to need to leave. No amount of distance was going to stop him from loving you,

"I love you too," He slowly let go of you and got down onto one knee and you let out a small scream. Eyes began to land on the scene unfolding in front of everyone and people began to record what was happening,

"Minho." You warned him, glancing at everyone and then back down at him as Mina distracted the security guard that was supposed to be watching you right now.

"Yn...You've made me the happiest man within a few weeks-"

"Get up," You begged him, as much as you wanted to marry him, the two of you hadn't been dating long and it was a little late for a fast wedding proposal. Even if the two of you got married in the middle of the airport you still wouldn't be allowed to stay in Korea until you had another visa sorted.

"Will you marry me?" He asked as you let out a small whimper.

"Are you marrying me because it'll make me stay or because you love me?" There was no doubt that he loved you and you knew that but you had to make sure this wasn't rushed just because you were leaving him.

"Both."

"It's too late for that...It wouldn't matter if I agreed I'd still need to go home," Your flight number was called and you swallowed the lump in your throat. You didn't want to spend the last couple of minutes you had with him debating the idea of marriage, you just wanted to let him hold you.

"But would you say yes even if you didn't need to go home?" Your flight was being called and the guard that was watching you picked up your bag.

"Minho...We've been dating a few months-" Minho didn't need to hear an excuse about things going too fast, he wanted an answer from you.

"Would you say yes?" You looked at him and down at Mina before sighing and nodding. Your idea of a perfect family was standing right in front of you,

"I would but it doesn't change anything. I have no time," You whispered to him before you held him tightly, burying your face in his chest.

"T-Thank you for giving me such a magical time when I was here," You cuddled into him for a few more seconds and Minho's body tensed up around you. This didn't sound as though you were just saying a quick goodbye,

"This sounds like a forever goodbye," He whimpered before you slowly let him go, wiping your face with your hands. It was the only way either of you was going to move on, you needed a quick and clean break. It wasn't good for him to do long distances when he had a daughter in the picture.

"Don't make this harder than it has to be," You begged him and he sniffled wiping his thumb under your eyes to stop your tears from flowing.

"Yn." He begged this time but your guard stepped closer to you ad tapped your shoulder gently.

"Your flight will be leaving soon. Please, let's go." Your guard said before you kissed Minho one last time ad began to walk through the terminal. Tears streaming heavily down your face as you tried not to break down heavily in front of a plane full of people and a police officer who felt a little bad that you had to leave under such bad circumstances.

"Hey, can you come and help me with my bags?!" You called out to Hyunjin as you walked into your old apartment too exhausted to pay attention to anything going on around you. The whole plane ride home you'd been a ball of tears and you were pretty sure you were dehydrated from how much you'd been crying. You were ready to fall asleep in your old room and never move.

You had plans of sitting and feeling sorry for yourself for a little while. You wished you'd stayed somehow or that maybe you'd gotten a little longer to say goodbye but it was all too late now.

"Why are you so smiley? Did you get laid?" You questioned when you saw Hyunjin staring at you and smiling brightly in your direction. The only time he ever smiled like that at you was when he was going to tell you all of the gross details about his sex life and you weren't in the mood for it.

"Did you know that private jets get to destinations a lot faster than a usual flight?" The air went silent and you waited for him to tell you why he was telling you this completely useless piece of information.

"And you felt like giving me this information instead of helping me with my bags because?..." You trailed off but Hyunjin just stared at you with a smirk on his lips before a pair of arms wrapped around you from behind and you screamed. You jumped a little slapping at the arms but they gripped you tighter,

"Because a private jet is a much easier way of travel," A voice whispered in your ear, you span around so quickly that you almost knocked Minho over. He smirked back at you but you were still staring at him trying to figure out if you had fallen asleep on the plane,

"Minho?!" Your voice cracked before you looked over at the seat behind him to see Mina fast asleep. She was wearing what she had been in the airport earlier and she looked as though she was pretty tired from the flight over.

As soon as you boarded the plane Minho rushed to get on his plane as quickly as you had, he knew that the private jet would get to your home faster than any plane and he'd already called Hyunjin ahead of time to make sure this was okay.

"When? Why?" You didn't know where to start with your questioning or why you were even questioning it. All you cared about was that he was here with you finally.

"You think I was going to let you come back home alone?" He laughed softly as he held your face in his hands, running his thumb along your cheek as fresh tears began to fall.

"I thought I'd cried everything out on the plane," You mumbled completely embarrassed that you were crying all over again and he chuckled a little.

"I can't believe you're here," You rushed out opening your eyes and looking at him. You were a little afraid he was suddenly going to disappear if you took your eyes off him for too long.

"I wasn't going to let you walk away from me when I'd finally found happiness." He told you, pressing his lips to your forehead as you relaxed against him,

"But how...How did you even get here? Don't you need a visa to stay?" You shook your head a little at him,

"I'm on holiday, Mina and are spending a few weeks here while we figure out your visa issue." You let out a small and happy sigh at the mention of it. Minho was never going to give up on you. He knew that working in Korea was your dream and he was going to fight every obstacle that would come your way if he had to.

"You're never going to give up are you?" He smirked at you,

"Never. Yn...There's always time," He whispered before kissing you deeply, wrapping his arms around your waist as you snuggled closer to him. Hyunjin made a quick exit to go and make everyone something to drink leaving you and Minho enough time to talk everything over.

It had taken months of fighting with your lawyer but your visa had finally been reinstated and you were permitted to work in South Korea again. There were conditions to it, of course, you weren't allowed to teach Mina in school and Minho wasn't allowed to donate any kind of money to the school but it was all easy to avoid. Not only that but the person behind the email had been found and prosecuted for taking indecent imagery without consent and sentenced to three years in prison. It might not have been much but you were happy the culprit was caught.

"I'm going to be late," You grumbled as Minho refused to let you out of bed that morning, his arms secured tightly around you as he complained about you trying to leave him. It was Monday morning which meant it was the first time after a full weekend together that you would be leaving him behind.

"You should have been at work hours ago as well, your employees are going to hate me," You told him as you kissed him one last time, moaning against his lips as he tried to pull you onto his lap and prevent you from going.

"They can suck it up, I don't want you to go to work if it means leaving you." You giggled a little before kissing him softly and pushing away from him, his eyes on you as he pouted out his bottom lip.

"I'll be back tonight...Mina and I are cooking you dinner remember?" He nodded and smiled at you. It was going to be nice to see how well your cooking lessons had been paying off and it reminded him of your first date together with a home-cooked meal.

"See, now let me go so I can get to work." You mumbled, sliding off his lap and rushing to get dressed before you were late, rushing toward the bedroom door before dating back to Minho and kissing him one last time.

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