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shadowkoo · 8 months

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What Friends Are For

→ Summary: When your closest friend confides in you with something truly surprising, it's only natural to step in and offer your assistance, because that's what true friends do, right?

↠ vernon x f.reader | 2.8k words | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, best friends, friends to lovers, virgin/first time au

→ Warnings: explicit & unprotected sex, oral sex (male & female receiving), handjob, doggy, language, creampie, jealousy, teasing, slightly dominant!vernon, virgin!vernon, riding, breast play, nipple play, dirty talk, fingering, rough sex, deep dicking, hair pulling, begging, cum swallowing, deep throating

→ Author note: This is an updated version of an old fic of mine, I hope you enjoy it!!! If you’d like to read this on ao3 instead it’s been crossposted here! As always, all likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated <3

“You can’t be serious!” you burst out laughing, sharing a dumbfounded look with your best friend. You’re at his apartment and he just finished telling you the most ridiculous thing ever. You chuckle again while you continue to look for a movie to watch. “You are such a liar.”

“I’m dead serious, don’t laugh,” Vernon huffs, “You have no idea what it’s like having to pretend with the guys like I know what I’m talking about.”

“Oh please, I know you’ve watched porn before and I still don’t believe that you’ve never at least gotten a blowjob before.” He can’t be a virgin. And you seriously doubt he’s made it to twenty-five without ever having his knob slobbered on.

“Well, it’s true! So just let it go,” he barks. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

You look over to see if he’s just playing with you, he has to be. But you’re surprisingly shocked to see that he genuinely looks upset.

Realizing you hit a nerve, you apologize. “I’m sorry, I guess I just can’t believe it.” You click on a random movie to ease the awkwardness and decide to text your friends.

♡y/n♡: okie serious question, who wants to blow vern [7:50 pm]

♡cee♡: askjlasjdflkj !! [7:50 pm]

♡mal♡: giiiirl what are you on [7:50 pm]

♡y/n♡: he’s feeling down, someone’s gotta take one for the team [7:50 pm]

♡anna♡:: 👀 …. [7:51 pm]

♡anna♡: KIDDING [7:51 pm]

♡anna♡: but on a real note, why can’t you?? [7:51 pm]

♡y/n♡: ur joking right [7:51 pm]

♡cee♡: yeah you do it, i’m busy rn [7:51 pm]

♡cee♡: plus we all know he wants none of us [7:52 pm]

♡mal♡: lmao truuu [7:52pm]

♡y/n♡: what’s that supposed to mean?? [7:52 pm]

♡mal♡: idk why don’t u suck on ur boyfriend [7:52 pm]

♡mal♡: sorry i mean boy FRIEND [7:52 pm]

♡mal♡: major emphasis on the friend [7:52 pm]

♡y/n♡: i hate you guys [7:52 pm]

♡anna♡: no u don’t, now grow a pair of balls and play with his [7:52 pm]

♡y/n♡: OMG [7:53 pm]

♡cee♡: ur with him, aren’t you? sounds like the perfect time to do it [7:53 pm]

♡anna♡: and let us know after how it was 😏 and size, we’re all curious [7:53 pm]

You set your phone down intentionally upside down so Vernon can’t see the messages. At one point, you did have feelings for him but you pushed them aside in fear of ruining your friendship. How pathetic is that? Peeking over at him, you wonder if those feelings ever actually went away, or if you’ve been pretending this whole time.

He’s very attractive, that’s obvious. The last time you thought about your feelings for Vernon was about a year ago when he started dating this horrible girl. She was awful, but he was trapped under her spell and it drove you two apart. Back then, you thought that it was for the best since you wouldn’t have had the courage to tell him to break up with her and date you instead.

They dated for almost 6 months, and when they broke up Vernon was devastated. It didn’t take long for your friendship to go back to normal after their time apart, so that’s why you didn’t want to take any chances now.

Those 6 months without him were miserable and you didn’t want to live without Vernon in your life again. He was too special to you to let something as silly as old feelings come between your friendship. You don’t want to mess it up.

But on the other hand, you’ve heard friendships often create the best relationships. Would yours?

Vernon cares for you, that’s a given. But how far does it go? Sure, you two pretty much act like you’re in a relationship, but you haven’t kissed. Other than that one time when you brought drunk Vernon home… but that didn’t count because he was trashed at the time and didn’t remember it, or so you told yourself.

If you are ever going to make a move, now is the time. Do you really want to lose another chance that the universe is obviously lining you up for? Why else would he bring up the fact that he’s never had a blowjob unless he secretly wants you to give him one? Does he want more than a blowjob? Does he want you to…take his virginity?

You force yourself to quit overthinking and muster up enough courage to ask, “Vern?”

“Hmm?” he responds. He’s so caught up in the movie you’re watching that he doesn’t seem to notice you sit up and scoot closer to him. Your hands are shaking but you aren’t going to let that stop you.

‘God, what am I doing? This is so embarrassing…’

“Can I…” You mumble nervously, not being able to finish the sentence.

“Can you what?” He asks back, still not really registering what you are about to say.

’Well,’ you think to yourself, ’It’s now or never.’

You move off the couch to kneel in front of him and rest a hand on his thigh, commanding his attention away from the TV screen.

“Please, let me.”

It takes Vernon less than a second to understand exactly what you’re asking and he has no idea how to respond.

If he’s being honest, he’s always had a thing for you. Though he’s never had the guts to make a move or even admit it to you.

He swallows nervously as his length inevitably twitches in his pants. “You’re joking right?” ‘She can’t be serious. There’s no way. This had to be some kind of sick joke. But you don’t look like you were joking. In fact, you look like you’re pleading. Holy shit…’

“Not at all. I mean, we’re friends, right? Friends help each other,” you say while sliding your hands up to the button of his jeans. His eyes follow your movements as you unzip his pants and reach a hand in.

“You really don’t have to. Mingyu’s having a party and I’ll find someone and get laid this week-” his words are lost in his mouth as you wrap your small hand around his rather growing member.

“Why would you want a stranger to do it when you could have me? That’s what friends are for, silly.” You’re trying your damn hardest to make it sound like you’re doing him a favor as a friend and not doing this out of your own desire, your own need to touch him - to taste him. It’s your safety net in case he says no. In case this ends badly. However, you aren’t so sure that’s the message you’re sending since you’re quickly pulling his pants down his thighs.

You look up at him and run a finger over his tip before bringing him into your mouth for a taste. “Before I continue, I need to hear you say that you’re alright with it. Tell me that you want my mouth on your cock,” you demand playfully while your hands stroke his length.

Vernon is at war with himself. Should he give in to his desire of wanting you? Or should he pull back, laugh this off, and forget about this? How the hell is he supposed to forget about this? To forget the look of you on your knees asking to suck him off? There’s no way. It’s impossible.

“Fuck,” Vernon rubs a hand over his face and you freeze in fear of what he’s going to say. “Babe, you can do whatever you want to me. Fuck.”

Without hesitating a second longer, you lean down to take him in between your lips. His girth stretches your mouth in the most wonderful way, and you’re unable to control the moan that escapes from your parted lips. God, you aren’t even embarrassed. You lift your eyes up to watch him, his mouth ever so slightly opens and his tongue drifts out to lick his lips.

Vernon is lost. Is he supposed to hold your hair? Is he just supposed to sit here and watch? Should he be praising you right now? He has absolutely no idea. All he knows is that what you’re doing with your mouth is driving him crazy. “Oh my god, this is what I’ve been missing out on? This whole time?” Vernon leans his head back in pleasure. “Fuck,” he gasps, “I have a lot to catch up on.”

Hearing his words gives you more courage, and you relentlessly bob your head on his length, making sure to have just enough suction while doing so.

You pull back for air and let your hands tug on him while you kiss his tip, listening happily to his husky groans. Honestly, this is the best part of giving a blowjob. Knowing that you can make a guy, let alone Vernon, feel this good. You feel him twitch in your mouth and moan in pleasure. Drool is running onto your hands at this point, proof of how much you like his taste.

Vernon smirks, “I don’t know who’s enjoying this more. You,” he quickly inhales as you shove your mouth further down onto his length, “Or me.”

You slowly pull your mouth off of him, watching his face twist as you tease the underside of his tip with your tongue. “I don’t know, the look on your face tells me that you’re enjoying this a lot,” you taunt.

His legs quiver as his length once again finds the back of your throat, your hands massaging his balls. It’s too much. He has to cum, he can’t wait.

Wanting to help him out, you hum and instantly feel the sticky liquid running down your throat. Your hunger grows listening to Vernon call out your name, his hand pulling at the hair by your neck.

He watches in wonder while you swallow him, licking some of his seed off his length when you release him from your mouth. You lift a finger to rub the remaining cum around his tip, “You came.” Vernon shudders while you tease his sensitive member.

“Shit, Y/N,” he whimpers, “I couldn’t hold it any longer; not when you were doing that last thing.”

“I hope you’re not tired because I am so not done with you yet,” you whisper. You had a taste of him, and now you want more. You want all of him, and you don’t want to wait another second.

The lingering salty aftertaste in your mouth is washed away by Vernon's kiss as he pulls you up onto his lap. He lifts your shirt up and off of you, barely breaking contact with your lips in the process, before he takes off his own in the same manner.

Your hands rub along his chest, feeling his muscles tighten and relax as your touch moves along his silky skin. His head dips down to catch one of your breasts in his mouth. You roll your head back as his tongue plays with your hardening nub, a gasp leaving you when his teeth graze your nipple.

Your head snaps up when he pulls away from you.

He chuckles, “Relax, it’s time for me to return the favor.” He leaves a wet kiss on your other breast and moves down to nibble on the inner part of your thighs. After what feels like years, his hands reach for the waistband of your shorts and pull them and your panties off of you.

His tongue protrudes out and licks your center before moving closer to your clit, which he circles and sucks on gently at first. His mouth on your heat pulls moan after moan out of you, and you involuntarily take a fistful of his blonde locks when his tongue enters you repeatedly.

Vernon pulls back all out of breath and his cheeks glistening. God, it’s such a turn on to see him like that, his face damp with your cum. He reaches for you at the same time you grab for him. His lips crash against yours, your tongues twisting with each other.

Vernon slides a hand back down between your naked bodies and rubs your sensitive clit, making your back arch in pleasure. You moan into his mouth which he gladly swallows before sliding two fingers into your dripping heat, bringing you right back to where you just were. Only this time, your juices cover his long fingers instead of his face.

Just as you finish riding out your amazing orgasm, Vernon starts to sit up. Although, your hands are wrapped around his neck so he doesn’t make it that far. You pull him back down onto you, which he isn’t ready for. His knee falls next to yours, his other foot landing on the floor, causing his length to rub right up against your wet heat.

You both gasp at the contact, but it isn’t enough for you. Your hand moves to grip his member and bring him further between your lower lips, your hips moving along with his - until he hesitates, his eyes full of worry…

Vernon bites his bottom lip as you ask, “What is it?”

“I don’t know if we should go any further. I don’t have protection,” he explains.

“Oh Vernon, I don’t care. I need to feel you.” You kiss him again. “I’m on birth control anyway. I need you inside me,” you finish before gripping his hair to pull him closer to you. “Fuck me, Vernon. Fuck me hard, please,” you beg, “It’s all I’ve dreamt about. I need your thick cock stretching me out. Please, Vernon,”

Vernon almost dies hearing you say that. Shit, he’s dreamt about this moment too, and watching you beg him to fuck you like that made his length twitch with excitement. There is no way in hell he’s going to say no to you after hearing that. He leans in to kiss you hard before dipping his tip into your dewy folds. He’s being too gentle for your liking, typical Vernon behavior, so you push him to sit up and lean against the back of the couch, yourself following, and slide the rest of the way down onto him.

It takes you a moment to collect yourself before rolling your hips into his. Once you’re ready, you anchor yourself by holding onto his shoulders and he lifts his hips up to meet your delicious pace.

Your arousal soaks his member as he slides deep inside you. It’s a perfect fit, he hit all the right places and has you squirming in his arms.

“Oh my god, Vernon!” you whine, gyrating your hips to bring some relief to your aching bundle of nerves. Sweat covers both of your bodies as you fuck each other. The pleasure is almost unbearable; your insides scream for release.

As if he knows exactly what you want, Vernon flips you over and squeezes your ass cheeks before he enters you from behind. You push your face into the throw pillow below your head and grip the sofa’s arm for dear life.

“Oh god, don’t s-stop,” you drag out while he ferociously pounds into you. Vernon groans and hovers over top of you. His hand wraps around your neck and pulls your back against him.

This new angle has you shivering and Vernon can tell that you’re close again. His other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you down onto him harder. The sound of your arousal echoes through his living room, your breaths combining with the creaks of his couch.

You feel Vernon stiffen inside you, he’s close. “Cum in me. I want to feel you cum in me,” you sigh, begging for him to do so.

Vernon grits his teeth, there’s nothing he wants more than to fill you up with his cum right this second. Your legs clench as you tip over the edge. The climax hits you both instantaneously and sends you spiraling.

“Oh my god, oh god!” you cry out. Wave after wave of pleasure passes through your limp body. Thankfully Vernon is still holding onto you or you would have fallen off the couch. Resting against him, your breathing matches his.

His delicate touch leaves goosebumps along your body where his fingers trace. Everywhere tingles. You can’t remember the last time that you came this hard. It’s earth-shattering, exhausting, and yet you feel totally full of new energy at the same time.

Vernon’s cum starts leaking out of your folds, it’s a strange feeling. This is the first time you let someone cum in you and it felt oddly satisfying. Vernon reaches over to the coffee table and grabs a tissue to clean you up with before laying back down on the couch, bringing you on top of him.

“Jesus,” He pants, still completely out of breath, “Where the fuck did that come from.”

“I don’t know but I’ll be needing more of that when I wake up,” you moan, your eyelids feeling awfully heavy. Vernon’s chest vibrates, laughing at your response. He puts an arm around your waist as he whispers, “Thank you, for… well you know. That.”

“Mmm, no problem.” You turn your head over to look up at him and smile devilishly, “That’s what friends are for, remember?”

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writing-blog-iguess · 6 months

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Online Matchup 6

Summery: Y/N gets texts from someone the last person they thought of. In doing so, learns a few things about their sister and who gave out their number.

Warning: swearing, fluff

Words: 3.4K

A/n: Feed back is always welcome, hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @xoxoyourdoll

ao3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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October 23

Y/n (6:30 am) I thought you said you weren’t going to give Conner my number?

Jason I did not

Y/N Then why is he yelling at me for dissing his writing It has been two weeks And he’s still upset about it It’s been three hours since he started texting me And he’s still not done Why is the sunshine boy up at three in the morning anyways? I haven’t answered yet

Jason What the fuck No I didn’t give him your number And he begged me for it Should have known something was up when he stopped asking

Y/N Who the fuck gave him my number?

Jason I don’t know

Y/N Whoever it is, they are dead.

Jason I’ll help But Conner isn’t that bad

Y/N No But he hasn’t stopped being mad at me for what I said He won’t even let me get a word in

Jason He’ll stop, just wait

—

Y/n (7:30 am) Are you done?

Conner Nothing to say I see

Y/N It’s been a few years I’m not going to talk about that It’s stupid So why are you even talking about it?

Conner I’m offended

Y/N Then stop

Conner Why are you so mean?

Y/N Because we’re talking about something that happened in the past A past that I do not care for

Conner You were never this mean in high school What happened?

Y/N I moved away and became a different person Gotham has harden my soul Why do you care? We were never friends

Conner Yeah, but you’re my girlfriend’s sister I gotta at least try

Y/N … What?

Conner Ah shit She didn’t tell you?

Y/N W h a t

Conner Pretend I didn’t say that

Y/N NO I CAN’T PRETEND WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M YOUR GIRLFRIENDS SISTER?

Conner Your sister is going to kill me

Y/N CONNER KENT

Conner Has anyone ever told you how scary you can be?

Y/N Yes now answer the question

Conner I mean That’s pretty straight forward

Y/N HOW LONG HAVE YOU TWO BEEN DATING? AND AREN’T YOU LIKE ANCIENT

Conner I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I’M A FEW MONTHS OLDER THAN HER AND WE’RE BOTH LIKE TWO YEARS YOUNGER THEN YOU And like, almost a year

Y/N WHY DIDN’T SHE TELL ME?

Conner Something to do with her waiting for the right time

Y/N I’m offended

Conner Gonna have to take it up with her

Y/N I can’t, she’s in school Shouldn’t you be in class?

Conner Sick

Y/N That’s bullshit You don’t get sick

Conner I don’t have to explain myself to you You’re not my keeper

Y/N Nah, that’s my sister apparently

Conner Not gonna let that go, are you?

Y/N Nope

Conner Shouldn't you be in class?

Y/N Not until three

Conner Be annoying somewhere else

Y/N Funny, I was just about to say the same thing to you How’d you get my number anyways?

Conner Oh would you look at that! I gotta go

Y/N Bitch

—

Y/N (8:10 am) HE’S DATING MY SISTER?

Jason You didn’t know?

Y/N NO YOU KNEW?

Jason I feel like this is a trap

Y/N It’s not, and I’m not mad if you did How long did you know?

Jason Um, couple of months I think They’ve been dating longer though

Y/N Almost a year apparently I’m so mad And I can’t even call her because she’s in school Son of a bitch

Jason Let me know how that conversation goes

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Y/N (11:02 am) Cannot believe you’re dating Conner Kent

Ellie How the fuck do you know that?

Y/N I’m offended

Ellie Hey, you didn’t tell me you were talking to Jason

Y/N That’s different Whatever I have going on with Jason is new And I didn’t want to jinx it You’re dating Conner for close to a year I think that warrants telling your sister

Ellie It never came up?

Y/N Bull. Shit

Ellie You never liked Conner, I was afraid you wouldn’t approve

Y/N I have never said I disliked Conner I may have said he’s annoying sometimes and he’s too bright Hence why I call him sunshine boy

Ellie Do you approve though?

Y/N Does he make you happy?

Ellie Yes

Y/N Then I approve How’d that happen anyways?

Ellie Newspaper

Y/N I still can’t believe you joined the school paper

Ellie I love writing You did it

Y/N That’s because Kate made me I wasn’t there by choice

Ellie Right So, how’d you know?

Y/N Your boyfriend let it slip

Ellie What?

Y/N Which reminds me, did you give him my number

Ellie You know I’d never do that

Y/N Someone did, and he’s not telling me

Ellie Hold on a sec I’ll find out for you

Y/N Someone’s going to die I just don’t know who

Ellie (12:15 pm) Try not to kill Conner, I really like him Also, some guy named Tim I think that’s his friend or something

Y/N That son of a bitch

Ellie Do you know him?

Y/N Not personally, but yeah

Ellie Have mercy on his soul

Y/N Don’t you know him?

Ellie Why would I know Tim?

Y/N Isn’t Conner friends with the Waynes?

Ellie I think so…?

Y/N Eleanor You have been dating Sunshine Boy for almost a year And you don’t know?

Ellie Don’t call me that It makes me feel like I’m in trouble

Y/N Eleanor Stop deflecting

Ellie Okay, yes he’s friends with the Waynes I just never personally met them yet They kind of scare me

Y/N I’m ashamed to call you my sister

Ellie EXCUSE ME HAVE YOU SEEN THEM?

Y/N YES I’m talking to one of them, remember?

Ellie JASON’S A WAYNE?

Y/N Did I not mention that?

Ellie NO YOU BURIED THE LEAD ON THAT ONE

Y/N Oopsie

Ellie DON’T OOPSIE ME Y/N

Y/N Welp, gotta go

Ellie BITCH GET BACK HERE WE’RE NOT DONE Y/N

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Y/N (12:20 pm) Your brother is dead to me

Jason I have like four You need to be more specific

Y/N Tim

Jason Ah, yeah okay that tracks

Y/N Tell him to count his days I’m coming for him

Jason All this over a phone number

Y/N He doesn’t even know me Why would he do this?

Jason I don’t know I personally think he likes the drama

Y/N I hope he knows the consequences

Jason He’ll find out once he meets you Conner finally confessed?

Y/N Not to me

Jason Had a conversation with your sister I take it

Y/N Apparently, I had this ‘I don’t like him’ vibe going on And that’s why she didn’t want to tell me Which fair, I didn’t like anyone in high school much But Conner was okay

Jason And now they’re dating

Y/N Which I find bizarre but if she’s happy then it’s whatever

Jason Did you threaten Conner if he ever broke her heart

Y/N … No Excuse me please

Jason I am so glad he’s not my friend

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Y/N You break Ellie’s heart I’m coming for you

Conner I would like to see you try

Y/N I will try And I will win

Conner Don’t know how, you know jack shit about me

Y/N I’ll ask Ellie once her broken heart is mended And then I will be coming for you

Conner Well, that won’t happen I don’t plan to hurt her

Y/N I hope so Cuz you’ll be dealing with me And I can be your worst nightmare

Conner Don’t you have a boyfriend to kiss?

Y/N Don’t you have girlfriend to kiss?

Conner I do and I’m about to go see her

Y/NNo Nope I don’t want to hear about your relationship Especially not you

ConnerAwe come Y/N Afraid of a little pda?

Y/NThat’s my sister you’re talking about Be careful Oh, before I forget Pass a message to Tim for me? Tell him he better watch his back

Conner SHE RATTED ME OUT

Y/N Sir, she is my sister She is my best friend And we’ll tell each other things you wish you could hear

Y/N I think I scared him

Jason He probably deserved it

Y/N Hey, what do you mean Conner’s not really your friend? Didn’t you hang out last weekend?

Jason Conners more Tim’s friend then he is mine And yes but only because I was doing something for Tim

Y/N He couldn’t have done it?

Jason Probably But I was coming out there anyways so I volunteered

Y/N You know what I think?

Jason No and I don’t think I want to know But you’re going to tell me anyway

Y/N Even though you claim you don’t like your family very much I think you secretly like your family You just hide it well Jason? Oh no I said something you didn’t like I’m sorry

Jason (4:20 pm) It’s okay So Wanna do something tonight?

Y/N: Ah, he speaks

Jason Okay, yeah that was kind of deserved I’m sorry for just disappearing on you earlier

Y/N It’s okay There will probably be times where I will do the same thing I just need some patience from you And I’ll be patient with you

Jason At least your honest

Y/N I just really don’t want to fuck this up

Jason I second that So, do you want to?

Y/N Do I want to what?

Jason Seriously? I asked like two seconds ago

Y/N Okay, but in my defense I am ~distracted~

Jason With another boy? How could you

Y/N Okay, first of all fuck you And second of all I’m trying to find the books I need

Jason Only if you’re going to help

Y/N I have some regrets right now

Jason Did you forget your library card again?

Y/N No, this time I actually remembered

Jason I’m proud of you for that

Y/N Mm, can’t tell if your being sarcastic or not

Jason 100% serious

Y/N Well damn Now I’m flustered

Jason Oh? Information to store away

Y/N I feel like I made a mistake

Jason Only time will tell

Y/N So, what was the question again?

Jason Scroll up?

Y/N Respectfully, no

Jason Lol okay Would you like to do something tonight?

Y/N Really trying to get to the fifth date I see

Jason Nah, I can wait for that I just wanted to hang out

Y/N Your brothers don’t need help tonight?

Jason Surprisingly no, they don’t. Are you trying to get out of hanging out with me?

Y/N Uh, no I’ve got a project I’m working on I don’t want to bore you

Jason Nonsense I can bring something to read It’d be nice to sit around and relax

Y/N If you're sure

Jason I’m sure I’ll bring food

Y/N You know where I live

Jason All I had to do is say food and you're in? Very easy to please huh?

Y/N I wouldn’t say that But yes, I’m very easy to persuade when foods involved

Jason Any food allergies?

Y/N Not that I’m aware of

Jason Alright I’ll text you when I’m on my way

Y/N Okay But don’t get to offended if I don’t respond There will be a chance I’ll turn off my phone once I get home I don’t want to get distracted Especially if Conner wants to yell at me some more

Jason Thanks for the warning

–

True to your word, you hadn’t answered when Jason messaged you. But he wasn’t too worried, earlier while he was busy at home, you had sent a message saying you got home fine and that you’ll be shutting off your phone soon.

Jason had been too busy to answer, but his heart swelled at the care you seemed to have for him. That you knew he’d worry about you without having to say something. Sure, his family cared about him but there was something different when you cared.

He shot a text back saying he’d be coming soon before going about cleaning his guns.

An hour later, he was finished and left his apartment with food on his mind.

The sound of knocking at your door broke your concentration. You blinked back to awareness just as another round of knocks sounded.

“Come in!” you called, leaning back from the coffee table to stretch. You let out a noise of satisfaction when your bones cracked.

“You should have your doors locked when you're home alone,” Jason called, closing the door behind him. “You never know what creep might come in.”

“Yeah, but I knew you were coming and I tend to hyper focus on my work,” you answered, turning around to watch Jason walk into the living room, carrying a couple of boxes of pizza. “Saves me the trip of opening the door.”

“There was a chance that it wasn’t me behind the door,” he said, setting the boxes down after you made some room for them.

“No, but I don’t have people come over.”

“What about your friends?”

“They have a key, and come unannounced. Aside from my neighbours, you're the only one who knocks.”

“Still, gotta be more cautious,” Jason warned, grunting as he sat on the floor beside you. “Hungry?”

“Starved.”

The two of you settled into a comfortable silence as you ate, only making idle conversation. The conversations ranged from what your favourite things are to embarrassed stories growing up, to darkest secrets.

Jason had kept his lips sealed with his secrets, but you weren’t mad about it. They were his, and his alone. If he didn’t want to share, he didn’t have to. And you made sure he knew you understood.

When there were only a few slices of pizza, and your stomach was full did you turn back to your homework. Reluctantly, you rather talk to Jason then do homework. But it wasn’t going to finish by itself and you needed the grade.

“Do you always work in silence?” Jason asked as he stood to stretch.

“Usually I have music playing, but the neighbours kept complaining about the noise level. And I don’t like blasting music in my ears,” you answered, and gestured towards your collection of CDs. “Help yourself if you find anything you like.”

Jason wandered over and whistled. “That’s quite the collection.”

“What can I say? Started it when I was, I don’t know, ten? And just kept collecting,” you said absentmindedly, “same goes with my books.”

“Let’s see what we have here,” Jason mumbled as he looked through them. “Classical, pop, rock, metal, jazz? Man you have a little bit of everything huh?”

“Yup.”

“Oh ho ho, what’s this?” Jason sang, catching your attention. You looked up just in time to watch Jason pull out a familiar CD. “A mixed CD? I didn’t know you were the type.”

You jumped up and tripped over the couch when you launched yourself over it. Picking yourself up from the floor, you ran and jumped onto Jason’s back, reaching for the CD he held above his head.

“Holy shit,” he grunted at the impact, stumbling forward, trying to regain his balance. “You’re a lot heavier than you look.”

“That is not something you tell a person,” you muttered, making a noise as you tried to reach for the CD. “Give it back.”

“What’s on there? Porn?”

“No,” you said, flustered, “why would I do that?”

“No you're right, you’re not that type of person,” he mused, moving the CD further from you. He glanced up and laughed. “I didn’t know you were such a hopeless romantic.”

“Shut up,” you squealed and shouted in victory when you succeeded in grabbing the CD from him. “Ha!” you said and jumped off him, you left the room to hide the mixed tape elsewhere.

“You know, there isn’t a hiding place here that I couldn’t find,” Jason said dryly when you walked into the living room.

“That I have no doubt,” you replied, sitting back on the floor. “But that cd is not one I would like to listen to right now.”

“Is it embarrassing?”

“Yes. I rather not cringe at all the memories those songs will bring.”

“That’s a juicy story I can tell,”he said, turning back to back your collection.

“Only if you tell me your death story,” you shot back. When Jason said nothing, you nodded. “I thought so.”

“Okay, so we both have stories we don't want to talk about,” he confessed, “doesn’t mean they’re great.”

“Agree to disagree.”

Silence settled between the two of you as you continued with your paper and Jason kept looking through your CDs. A few minutes later, the room was filled with Tchaikovsky.

“Never thought you’d be a Nutcracker fan,” you commented as the first song started.

“Sometimes you just want to listen to the classics,” he said, moving towards your bookshelf. “Do you mind?”

You looked up to see him gesturing towards your books. You shook your head and went back to your paper. “I thought you were gonna bring a book.”

“I forgot it at home.”

“Too excited to come see me?” you teased.

“No, I had food on my mind,” he teased back and laughed at the look you gave him. “And you, I was also thinking about you too.”

You hummed, watching as he finally picked a book and made his way to the couch. He plopped down, he moved around a bit until he was comfortable before opening the book. You tilted your head trying to read the title and smiled.

“You’re full of surprises, Jason,” you said before turning back towards the coffee table again.

“So are you,” he shot back, and that was the end of the conversation. For a while, the only sounds were the music, the occasional page flipping and a pencil scratching against paper.

There was a peace that settled with the two of you as you did your own things. A peace that both of you haven’t felt in awhile, so much that you kind of forgot the presence of the other person.

You stayed on the floor most of the time, only getting up to use the bathroom and to switch out the CDs once they finished. A couple of hours later, your homework was finally done, you sat back and stretched.

“Hey, I just remembered I have som-” you cut yourself short when you looked up to see Jason fast alseep on the couch. You weren’t sure at what point he had fallen asleep, but it looked like he needed it.

So, instead of waking him up, you let him sleep. Standing up, you reached down to grab the Jane Austen book he was in the middle of reading. You made sure to bookmark it in case he wanted to finish it the next time he was over.

Setting it on the coffee table, you made your way over to turn down the music until it was just softly playing before grabbing a blanket to cover Jason with.

“Rest well,” you whispered as you tucked in him slightly. “I think you need it.”

You turned back to your bookshelf and grabbed a book for yourself before going to sit back on the floor where you were doing your homework and started reading.

Jason woke up to his phone vibrating against his leg. He blinked, confused about where he was. The ceiling he was looking at didn’t look like his, and the last thing he remembered was reading on the couch. At your house.

“Oh shit,” he mumbled, as the puzzle pieces fell together. “I fell asleep.”

“Turn it off,” came a mumble from beside him. He turned his head to find you leaning against the couch, head tilting up fast asleep. “Five more minutes, Mom. I’m tired.”

Smiling, he grabbed his phone from his pocket and glared at the name that flashed across his screen. “What do you want, Tim?”

“Where are you?” Tim asked instead of answering. “You were supposed to be here like, two hours ago.”

“I told you I wasn’t going out tonight. Bruce knows this, so does Dick and they said they were okay with it.”

“Yeah, but you promised.”

“You and I both know, I didn’t promise shit,” he whispered, “whatever it is, you’ll have to deal without me.”

“Its not the same,” Tim whined. “And why are we whispering?”

“None of your business.”

“You’re with Y/N aren’t you?” Tim asked, and Jason could tell he was smiling.

“You know, I hope that whatever Y/N does to you, you’ll suffer,” Jason snapped and tried to keep his laugh in at the “hey!” Tim yelled.

“What did I ever do to them? We haven’t even met!”

“Enough that they’re out for blood,” Jason said, not wanting to elaborate. “I have to go.” He hung up before Tim could question him further, and stuffed his phone back in his pocket. Turning his head to look at you again, he thought about what to do next.

Sleeping on the floor like that couldn’t be comfortable and he knew should wake up and leave, but it was late and he wanted to let you sleep. Instead, he slowly got off the couch without waking you. He went to the bathroom before going around the apartment to lock the windows and doors, and turned off the lights that were on.

He made his way back to the living room, and gently picked you up before setting you back down on the couch. He tucked you in with the blanket you had given him.

Satisfied that you were safe in your own apartment, he turned to leave. But before he could, something grabbed his arm, stopping him. He stalled and turned around slowly, and raised an eyebrow when he noticed you staring at him.

“It’s late, Jason,” you mumbled, “I’m not going to let you go home this late.”

“How are you going to stop me?” Jason challenged. Instead of answering, you tugged his arm hard enough to make him stumble towards you. He braced himself against the back of the couch, preventing him from falling completely onto you. “You’re very bold when your half asleep,” he joked. You stuck your tongue out at him and tugged on his arm again.

“Shut up and lay down,” you mumbled, trying to get up from the couch. Jason moved to sit down beside you. “I’m too tired to move to my bed. So, you can take my bed or share the couch.”

He watched as you curled up on the one side of the couch and moved the blanket so he could have some too. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” you mumbled, eyes already closing. “I don’t make the people I care about leave in the middle of the night. You never know what could happen on the way home.”

Touched, and not wanting to make you worry, Jason took the corner of the blanket you weren’t using and settled down on the couch. He didn’t fall asleep right away. Opting instead to read more of his book. Within minutes of reading, however, sleep claimed him.

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absolutewhore101 · 9 days

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Sad Beautiful Tragic - Chapter 7

A/N: make sure you don't miss chapter 6!

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: Listen to 'Sad Beautiful Tragic' by Taylor Swift

Warnings: Stage 4 - depression (continued)

Word Count: 1.3K

Chapter 6 / Chapter 8

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“Are they still talking about me?” You asked Tommy.

He shook his head.

“I had a talk with the, uh, problem. Everybody shut up pretty quickly after that.” He told you.

You nodded.

“‘Sides, there's some new folks in town that’s got everyone's attention.”

You furrowed your eyebrows.

“How long ago did they get here?” You asked, trying to determine if they’d possibly heard about you yet.

“Two days. Still settling in.” He responded.

On the bright side, they probably had no idea who you were. Thankfully.

A comfortable silence settled between the two of you, any residual tension fleeing the room.

“I really am thankful that you’re here.” You spoke.

Tommy turned to face you, regret filling his eyes.

“Yeah, I’ve been wanting to talk to you about everything for a while. ‘Spose I can’t be too surprised you wanted nothing to do with me for damn near a month.” He chuckled.

You smiled, grateful that you still had some kind of a friend in this whole shitshow.

“It wasn’t just you. I mean, you were definitely one of the reasons I shut myself inside for so long, but it wasn’t just you. It was everything. Joel, Carly, everyone in town… People I used to call friends and family were celebrating Joel like he hadn’t ripped my heart out.”

Tommy nodded, eyes trained on you.

“I just- I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want to. I never thought that there’d be a world where it wasn’t me and Joel. It was always supposed to be us. He was the love of my life, maybe even still is.” You trailed off, picking at lint on your shirt.

“I get it.” He said. “The shit that the two of you went through to get here… Hell, I thought it’d be two of you ‘til the apocalypse finally took the world.”

You smiled sadly at him. “But it won’t be.”

Tommy shook his head.

“And I know I sound like an ass saying it, but maybe that’s for the best.”

The words shook you to your core. But you knew he was right. If Joel could do this to you, what else would he have done?

“No, you’re right. It just fucking hurts to hear. But I don’t get it. How could he do this to me? Why would he do this to me?”

It sounded to yourself like you were begging, even if you knew Tommy couldn’t do anything to help you.

Tommy shook his head, unsure of how to comfort you right now.

“Look, I came here for a reason. I want to apologize.” Tommy paused, trying to find the words to articulate how he was feeling. “The way I treated you - even if it wasn’t outright - was unacceptable. I guess I just couldn’t believe that Joel would do that to you, either. But that ain’t an excuse. I shoulda told you the second I knew something was goin’ on. You didn’t deserve that.”

You nodded your head, giving Tommy a small smile.

“Thank you, Tommy. I appreciate that, truly.”

Tommy nodded back at you. “Well, I should probably get going. Jus’ wanted to make sure you were alright.”

You watched him stand, waving goodbye as he walked out the door.

Your body was suddenly filled with energy, taken over by the need to do something. You decided that cleaning was exactly what you needed.

You started in the living room, straightening the furniture and dusting every surface you came across.

The entire house was spotless by the time the sun came up, and you were in desperate need of a shower.

You took your time, letting the hot water run down your back, knowing that you didn’t need to save any for Joel anymore. Tears almost leaked out of your eyes, but you let the shower hit your face, washing them away.

You walked into your bedroom, looking at Joel’s side of the room that you’d refused to clean. You decided it was finally time to tackle it.

You picked up any of Joel’s clothes that he’d left behind and shoved them into the closet, thinking about when you could return them to their rightful owner.

The bed was made and the side table dusted, and then you decided it was probably time to clean it out.

You went through the top drawer, cleaning out bullets, knives, and other odd bits Joel kept by his side at night. You scoffed at the drawing you’d done for him just a few months before you made it to Jackson. It was a poor rendering of Joel sleeping against a tree, but he’d thought it was the greatest piece of art that’d ever graced the Earth.

You threw it away without a second thought.

The second drawer held nothing but another piece of paper, addressed to you.

Your heart stopped at the sight of it, unsure if you were ready to read its contents.

Y/N,

I’m sorry. I know by the time you read this that I’m gone. And I just want you to know that I didn’t think this would ever happen. That I’d fall out of love for you. And I wish I could sit here and say it was your fault, but it wasn’t. Not even a little bit. You were perfect. Are perfect. We just don’t fit together anymore. Not like we used to. The kindness you showed me, the love you treated me with - I could never thank you enough for that. The months that we spent together were some of the best of my life, and I’ll never forget them, or you. You were probably the love of my life, and I would’ve asked you to marry me if it wasn’t for Carly. I can’t even say that she’s better than you, because she ain’t. But when things with us started getting hard, things with her got easy. And easy was what I wanted. Suppose I could’ve talked to you about it instead of doing what I did, but here we are. I’m sorry, darling. I never wanted us to end.

Joel

Tears were streaming down your face, and sobs were breaking out of your throat.

Words only meant so much when they were so late. If he would’ve talked to you about it like he’d mentioned, maybe you’d still have him.

But how long would you sit here, waiting for yourself to realize that you deserve better? Would it be longer than your wait for him to come back for you?

You thought about the dreams you’d had recently, meeting him in warm conversation in the only bar in Jackson, hands entwined over the table.

But you’d always wake up alone, in a different bed than the man you once loved.

And time had never taken longer to take the memory of something. There were things from just a few months ago you couldn’t recall anymore, like the way his eyes shone as he looked at you, or the way his face lit up as he watched you walk into the bedroom every night.

But time was taking its sweet time erasing the memory of him completely. Of the things that he’d done, the things he was still doing.

It was like he was haunting you, even if he wasn’t truly dead. You were stuck in the remains of a relationship that you’d watched crumble in your hands.

Your chest started constricting, pain filling your entire body as the heartbreak finally made itself known.

A scream broke out of you, echoing off the walls and bouncing back into your ears.

The front door burst open, loud footsteps coming up the stairs drawing your eyes towards the door.

Part of you hoped it was Joel, but all of you knew that it wasn’t.

When the door to your bedroom opened, it was Tommy standing there, chest heaving with the exertion of running up the stairs.

“What happened?” He asked, taking in your heaving sobs as you laid crumpled on the floor.

You just shook your head, willing yourself to get it together, but it was no use.

You had finally broken.

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angelst4re · 1 year

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tattoo!artist!jamie tattooing his full fucking name near as possible to your reader’s cunt (this was one of the prompts listed by someone else and you)

okay so this was and still IS one of my favourite ideas ever. and i really wanted to write and post it tonight so i'm hoping and praying that it doesn't feel rushed at all! although i think i did spend more time searching for this video (below) than i did writing it :( and yes i had to make the gif myself bc i couldn't find it anywhere :')

Good Girl- Tattoo Artist!Jamie x Reader

summary: you lose a bet against jamie...

warnings: jamie and reader are friends with benefits! NSFW! smut, oral (reader receiving), sex toys, briefly mentioned pain kink? (that probably has a name, i'm too tired to think rn!)

note: NOT PROOF READ </3 this fic is super unrealistic, let's just pretend everything that happens here is safe! (i also don't know how tattoos work, i've mentioned this before haha) also it's almost Jamie's birthday :) i might post a super cute fluffy fic for his day :)

As you walked from your car into the tattoo studio, you thought about what led you to this decision. It was such a terrible idea, but you lost a bet after all, you had to do it.

When you and Jamie were out at a bar, he had made a bet that the bartender would ask for your number. You had told him that was stupid! Clearly the bartender had seen you were with Jamie, he wouldn’t dare ask for your number! Would he?

He did. And that is what led you into this, all because you lost a bet.

You sat down in the waiting room, pulling your tiny skirt down as it was barely covering anything- not that anyone would see, the tattoo studio was closed, it was only you and Jamie there.

“Ah, I see you’re on time.” Jamie says with a smirk, leaning against the door frame. He wore a black t-shirt and had his hair pushed back, a pair of circular glasses resting on his face.

He motioned for you to follow him as he led you to a room, you picked up your bag and followed him, your heart racing in your chest.

“I can’t believe you agreed to this,” he chuckled.

“Well, I can’t say no to a dare, can I? I’m not a pussy.” You tried to act like you weren’t terrified, like your hands weren’t shaking as you slightly bent down and placed your bag on the floor.

“Whatever you say,” he snickered, “shit there’s no gloves in here… I’ll go and get some from another room. Get yourself comfortable, darling- oh, and you might need to take that pretty thong off.” He added before leaving the room.

Shit.

You knew he was going to tattoo somewhere close to your cunt, that’s why he told you to wear a skirt, but you didn’t think it would actually be there.

Swallowing the last of your dignity, you slipped off your red lace thong, throwing it towards your bag before lying down on the table, adjusting the pillow a few times before you were finally comfortable.

“Sorry about that, it looks like we need to order some more gloves in,” Jamie said as he returned, shutting the door behind him, “you ready, love?”

You nodded your head, followed by a quiet “yes.”

He got all the equipment ready before pulling a chair up beside you and lifting your skirt up at an agonisingly slow pace. His (now gloved) thumb rubbed just inches above your clit, and it felt cold, causing your hips to buck slightly, arousal now replacing your anxiety.

“Baby, I can’t have you moving about whilst I do this, okay? Stay still for me.”

You have known Jamie for 6 years now, and in that time you had been fucking on and off, in and out of relationships with other people, you’d spend weeks together and then not see each other for months, but one thing was for sure- you were his and he was yours. You would always come back to each other in the end, so you knew you wouldn’t regret this.

“Are you ready?” He asked one final time, before turning on the damned machine.

You let out a gasp as you felt the needles working into your skin. You had gotten tattoos before, but none of them had ever felt like this. Although it hurt, you liked it, but you wished you could feel some stimulation on your clit.

“Jamie,” you whimpered, screwing your eyes shut.

“Yes, darling?”

“Can you… can you…”

“Can I… what?” He asked, stopping abruptly. As if his patience was running short. That’s when his eyes dropped, focusing on your pulsing heat. “Awhh, was that turning you on, baby?” He mocked.

You nodded your head in shame, and he just laughed, getting ready to continue. You quickly grasped his wrist, stopping him.

“Jamie, please, I need-”

“What? What do you need?”

“Can you touch me?” You asked, growing shy as you realised how desperate you sounded.

He smirked, placing everything in his hands down on the table beside him, pulling one glove off before spreading your folds with his index and middle finger.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He gasped, running a finger through your folds, before focusing on stroking your clit.

You threw your head back, you were so worked up already that just his finger on your clit was enough for you to cum, but then he asked you,

“Did you bring what I asked you to?”

“I did… it’s in my bag.”

When he removed his hand from you, you let out a whine, you were so close to your high before he moved, wheeling his chair over to your bag. He chuckled at the sight of your panties, taking them and slipping them into his pocket before pulling the item out of your bag- the baby blue dildo he had bought you.

He wheeled himself back over to you and without warning, you felt the toy rubbing against your heat. It was soon covered in your slick and Jamie grinned, pushing it inside of you slowly as your nails dug into his wrist.

“Shit…” You whimpered, “feel so full.”

“Is that what you needed, darling?” He asked, leaving the toy inside you as he got a clean glove out, “poor little slut.” He chuckled, picking up the tattoo machine again before continuing his work.

As he spelled out the ‘J’ and ‘A’ of his name, he couldn’t help but watch as your cunt continued to pulse around the toy, your clit begging for stimulation. He held your legs apart, stopping you from rubbing your thighs together like you so desperately wanted.

He had now spelt out ‘JAMI’ and decided to just spell his first name, he would then give you what you needed. It was driving him mad watching your pretty pussy beg for his attention as he worked above it.

When the ‘E’ was finally complete, he took off his glasses, wiped down his work and applied something to it, your mind was too fuzzy to think about what it could be.

It felt like your prayers were answered when you felt his lips wrap around your clit, catching you by surprise.

“Oh my god!” You whined, your hand coming down to tangle your fingers in his hair.

He sucked harshly on your clit, needing to see and feel you release. He slowly pulled the toy out of you before pushing it back in, repeating this action until your thighs trembled either side of his face.

“Fuck! Fuck, I’m gonna… Jamie, please! Can I cum…”

“Of course, baby. You were such a good girl,” he says against your pussy, the two of you felt euphoric, as if you could get high on sexual tension, “cum for me, darling.”

With one harsh suck of your clit between his lips and the feeling of his teeth grazing your sensitive nub, you came with a loud moan. He worked you through it, pulling the toy out of you and placing it on the table beside him, his mouth moving down to ‘clean’ you up.

As his tongue now prodded against your hole, you felt his nose graze your clit. Your body shuddered at the touch as you were currently extremely sensitive, he loved this. Seeing the reaction it caused, he purposely did it again, a little harder this time, causing you to grab his shoulder and attempt to pull him away.

“Enough, too much, please…” you babbled, and he placed a kiss on your clit before lifting his head back up, looking you in the eyes and giving you a smile, you smiled back lazily as he stood up, searching the cupboard for something.

“Would you like to see it?” Jamie asked, handing you a mirror.

You held the mirror down, noticing the sticky mess that was your cunt, and then the tattoo above it, reading ‘jamie.’

“Do you like it?” He asked, in an almost teasing tone.

“I guess,” you smirked, sitting up.

“Don’t stand straight up, darling. You’ve been lying down for a while, let me clean you up properly first.”

You remained seated as he retrieved some wipes from another room. When he returned, he spread your legs again and cleaned up the mess he caused, trying his best not to touch your clit.

“Wanna come back to my place?” He asked as he cleaned you up, as if this was the most normalest thing that had ever happened. Your eyes were level his crotch as he stood above you, and you noticed he was hard underneath the restriction of his jeans, you tilted your head and gave him an innocent smile.

“Sounds fun, why not?” You said, standing up and collecting your bag, “only if you plan on giving my underwear back, that shit was expensive.”

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thatbanditqueen · 8 months

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No One Walks Out Ch 6

My boy my boy... it's been a long time, Becky. This is a response to the writing game prompt "You will love it." "I will hate it." "Nah, you won't."

Thanks to @whositmcwhatsit and @be-my-ally and @vintageshanny and @ellie-24 and @missmaywemeetagain and @from-memphis-with-love and @arrolyn1114 and for playing this game and supporting me as I write, thanks too to @ab4eva for just being an all around mensch....

Summary: Elvis calls Becky, or rather, watches as Charlie calls and asks her to come on tour. She doesn't realize this tour is not going well. But once she is there, she decides to just roll up her sleeves and jump right in. Because Elvis.

WC: 7.3K

Warnings: Swearing, implied drug use, oral sex. This could have been very angsty but it is actually a big ball of unpolished, fantastical, indulgent fluff. I wrote this today and didn't have anyone read it. So beyond typos, expect historical inaccuracies and probably mischaracterization of everyone, including my OC.....

If you need to catch up.... Chapter 5: Salty Lips

Chapter 6: Out of the Frying Pan and into the Fire

6 pm Sunday, July 20, 1975

Geiler’s Hardware Store, Jackson, MS

Harriet’s key clicked into the back lock of her parent’s hardware store, and she pulled the handle to double-check that the door was, indeed, locked, before turning to look at her cousin. Becky’s mind was elsewhere and she stared down at her Chuck Taylor sneakers, raising her head only after Harriet coughed, and the two women made their way to Harriet’s small, yellow AMC Pacer. Becky looked out the window, playing with her hair, purposefully avoiding Harriet’s curious stare.

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“Earth to Becky, where are you? You haven’t said anything about the date Ida set you up on Thursday.”

Becky pulled on the ring she wore on her right hand, a band of platinum with a diamond flower at the center. It was the ring Elvis had given her, and she could still almost feel the caress of his hand as he slid it on her and told her how beautiful she was, how she deserved beautiful things. That had been a month ago, but it could have been yesterday when Charlie, Billy and Jo had all been rounded up to drive her home to Jackson after a whirlwind week at Graceland.

Becky tilted the ring back and forth, then looked up to watch the businesses in the Fondren go by as Harriet drove her home. Why did it feel like cheating on Elvis to go one blind date. An innocent blind date. An innocent blind date that had fizzled out and ended with a very platonic hug.

“Ugh, he was nice enough. I don’t know.”

Harriet looked over, then back at road. “It’s Elvis. Ida says he calls you every few days.”

“Yeah, he does. He asked me to come with him for his show in New York. Then well, when I said no I guess he went down the list.”

Becky sighed, thinking of the photos in the newspaper of Elvis with a very thin, very blonde woman who definitely was not Linda. The thought made her frown, and Harriet looked at Becky with sympathy as she turned the car on to her parent’s street.

“I thought you said that you left things on good terms, and that he wanted you to move up there? I can’t believe you would rather be here in Jackson than in Memphis.”

“Yeah. I mean no. I like, him, I mean, I cannot help it. I used to day dream of dating this man. But look at me, Harriet.”

Becky grabbed her purse and got out of the car, sweeping her hand over her body to showcase her tee shirt and jeans as she stood.

“I’m not groupie material. And I can’t up root my kid and move to a new city just so I can join Elvis’ harem for a few months. We left things on good terms, but I don’t even know if I am cut out to be a harem member.”

“You are a knock out, Becky. You are totally groupie material. No, wait. You're better than groupie. You are at least favorite girlfriend number two or three material. I cannot believe you aren’t on your way to Memphis. Or New York. You only live once!”

Harriet grinned as Becky shook her head and sent her off with a bang to the yellow hood, before turning to walk into the house.

She was a greeted with a yell from Ruth, who was coloring with Ida at the dining room table. Becky could smell Saul’s pot roast wafting from the kitchen as she crossed the room and kissed Ruth on head, checking out her drawing of what looked like a dressed up mushroom in a pile of rocks standing next to Father Christmas.

“What do you think?”

She looked at Ida, whispering as she tried to decipher the words her aunt was mouthing.

“The mob-bit? The Hobbit! Yes, of course, it's The Hobbit. There’s Bilbo. Wow, Ruth, you really captured what I thought he looks like.”

“I’ve been practicing my hobbit form. And see, he’s talking to Gandalf.”

“Ah, yes, I can tell from the beard.” She had to stop herself from giggling at Ida’s wink. “SO amazing, you have become a very talented artiste!”

“Well, she learned from the best.”

Becky smiled at her aunt as she went to grab a beer. “I think the student has surpassed the teacher, I can’t wait to hang this one the fridge.”

The phone rang while Becky was at the fridge, and she watched Ruth run to get it as she slumped into the chair next to Ida, who reached over to rub her forearm.

“Oy, Rebecca, was the restocking that bad today? You should have stopped Saulie from leaving. He is only 60, he could have helped finish -”

“Oh, no, Ida. Unless Saul has an in-depth knowledge of waterbed installation, his presence wouldn’t have made a difference.”

“Why do people want to sleep in those things? What if they leak. Or break? I get sea sick just thinking about it.”

“I’ve heard they can be really relaxing. I don’t know, but there is a new waterbed store two doors down. The owner spent an hour trying to figure out what materials he needs us to order, so I guess business is keeping him pretty busy.”

“Can you imagine getting busy in a water bed?”

“Ida!”

Ida grinned, fluffing up her short, silver bob. ”I’m just saying, I couldn’t make whoopee on top of a big bag of water, oy vey, I’d be so nervous, what with the sound of the sloshing - “

“Wait, hold that thought, although you know I love hearing about your sex life.” Becky held up her finger for her aunt to stop talking, pausing to hear what Ruth was saying on the phone.

“How do I know you are really a friend of Elvis’? Well can you ask him to come over again? The kids next door don’t believe he is my mom’s boy friend. And he promised to take me for ice cream again.”

Becky strode over to the phone. “Ruthie, who is it?”

Ruth covered the receiver with her hand, a mischievous look crept up her little face. “He says his name is Charlie, and when I asked how he knew you, he said -”

Becky held out her hand, taking the phone from her daughter. “Uh huh, ok, that’s enough from you , chatty Kathy, go help Ida clear up the art studio and set the table for dinner.” She paused, smoothing her hair, as if Charlie could see her from the other side of the phone.

“Hi Charlie. What’s up?”

She heard a single nervous “ha” on the other side of the phone, and took a deep breath. “Well, a, heya there Becky.”

It seemed to Becky like there was a more anxious desperation behind Charlie’s perfunctory niceties.

“Hiiiii? What’s up?”

“Look, um, Elvis asked me to call and see if you might reconsider coming out on tour? You know he misses ya somethin’ awful, ain’t stopped talking bout that cute chick back in Jackson.”

Becky took a deep breath, thinking of the photos in the paper of Elvis and that model.

“Hmmm. I’m sure. You know I want to, but I have a kid, Charlie - and it’s her last little bit of summer, I don’t wanna leave her twiddling her thumbs while I go traipsing around the country-”

“So bring her. Priscilla brings Lisa all the time, you know, they make it work, Elvis is a family man, hon- I mean Becky, tour is not some wild orgy. You’ve been there. The guys, the band, were all like a big happy family.”

“One big happy family, huh? I don’t know.”

“I can hear it in your voice, Becky girl, I can tell ya wanna come.”

Becky sighed, looking as Ruth paused her place setting to look up and grin at her mother. Ida was behind her, eye brow arched up as Becky motioned her over, whispering with her hand over the mouth piece if it would be ok to take off for a few days. It was disconcerting how much Ida nodded and how quickly an excited gleam grew in her eyes. Becky shoed her off and carried the phone to wonder down the hallway so no one could hear her.

“Maybe. You really think I could bring Ruthie? How long would it be for ?”

She heard Charlie breathe a sigh of relief, and then there was a kerfuffle and the bang of the phone handle dropping on the floor.

“Hey Becky Butt.” Elvis’ deep voice filled Becky’s ears and she realized he must have been sitting there watching Charlie ask her. “Honey, I ain’t stopped thinkin' bout you since you left me. I need you, need you bad."

Becky started to blush, just at the needy, low tenor of his voice. "I have been thinking about you to."

"That's good baby, real good. Let's get you out here, see if I'm still the same as you remember. Can’t wait to see you, baby. Tonight ain’t soon enough.”

“Tonight? Uh - Elvis, I - Charlie said I should bring Ruth? Is that really ok? Is it safe?”

“Honey, I’m a black belt with a gun. Ain’t no safer place on earth. Hell, probably the safest place for your baby. You know how crime is getting in our cities. Bring her along. Charlie can babysit too, he’s basically a child himself. Got the brains a one, any how.”

Becky stood there, tapping her toe as her mind raced. Every bit of sense screamed at her not to meet Elvis on tour. She had just told Ida last week she was ready for her aunt fix her up with any nice single guys her age, in a conscious effort to try and get Elvis out of her system. Be a normal, responsible adult. Having, normal, responsible relationships. But now, talking to Elvis, all she wanted to do was give in and rush to be near him.

“Ok.” She whispered out.

“Good, good girl. I’m having Charlie run get Joe, fly ya out tonight. Go get ya self packed up.”

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The Norfolk airport was pitch black when they landed, and if it weren’t for the lights along the landing strip, Becky may not have been able to make out Jerry’s scowl from across the tarmac.

“You shouldn’t have come.” His voice was clipped and terse as he grabbed her traveling bag, looking her up and down as she wobbled behind him in the high heel suede boots Elvis had bought her.

“Hello to you, too.”

“He said you were bringing your daughter, so at least you have some sense.”

Becky gulped as Jerry opened her door, and she flipped the sun visor down to fix her make up.

“Yeah, I guess… I um, changed my mind. I thought she would have a good time, but then, I don’t know, I thought the schedule would throw her off. And I guess I don’t want her to get too attached to him. Or the idea of me and him. This is all just a little fun.”

Jerry looked over at her, his shoulders seemed to clench with his jaw as he drove

“Fun. Ha. Well get ready, I think you’re in for more fun than you bargained for.”

Then Jerry pulled over, and his voice went from sarcastic to earnest as he turned off the car. “Or you can just say the word right now, and I’ll turn around, take you back, and you can catch a flight home. I’ll tell him you never showed.”

Jerry’s hopeful expression gave Becky a strange sense of foreboding and all the excited, giddy anticipation drained from her body.

“But Jerry - there are no direct flights to Jackson, and it’s midnight.” Her lip quivered as she pushed her lipstick back into its case.

“And I - I can’t afford to pay for a hotel and then all the connections I would have to make to get back home. Why are you acting like this? What happened?”

The drove under a streetlight, and Becky saw the bags under Jerry’s eyes more fully as he gripped the steering wheel tighter.

“Elvis has been getting into it with the band all week. Kathy and two of the Sweet Inspirations stormed off the stage mid-show tonight cuz he was talking shit at them sideways.” Jerry looked over at Becky. “The big man can dish it out, but he cain’t take it. No sireee.”

He drew out his “sireeee” as he pulled the white Lincoln into a parking spot at the back of a hotel. Becky shifted back and forth during the elevator ride up, arms crossed in front of the white floral dress she had excitedly wiggled into with glee three hours ago, as Ida kissed her good luck, and Ruth had glowered, asking again why she couldn’t come. Now she felt ridiculous. Ugh, why couldn’t she ever listen to the voice of reason in her head that told her something was a bad idea. Leaning against the cool metal of the elevator, Becky kicked Jerry’s shin and tried to keep her voice light, positive.

“Ok, so level with me. Why is he fighting with the band, he seemed fine when he called me earlier.”

Jerry stepped away, grimacing at her familiarity. “That is because he is the master manipulator, and he wants you to come keep him company. But the last few days he has been stoned out of his gourd. More than usual. Cuz he’s in pain from all the performances, cuz he’s tired, cuz he’s bored. And he does not want to be on tour.”

“Then why is he?”

Jerry sucked in his breath and held up his hand, and a look of sharp contempt framed his smile as he rubbed his thumb and his forefinger together.

“Money money money, Becky! Linda needs a bigger apartment in LA! Dr. Nick needs a new house! Joe’s swindled him into starting a racquetball club! And of course he needs a different, gold plated plane.”

Becky swiveled in front of Jerry, looking him square in the eye as they hit the twenty first floor and she stepped backwards into the hallway.

“And what about you, Jerry, are your needs being taken care of?”

Jerry shook his head, and a sharp chuckle escaped his lips while he hung back and threw Becky’s blue travel case at her feet.

“Hmmm. I reckon you gotta from here, Becky. He’s in the Presidential Suite. Just down the hall.” He looked away, stating in a matter of fact tone. “Have fun.”

Becky’s mouth dropped as she watched Jerry tilt his head to the side through the closing doors, his eyebrows arched in a challenge. The elevator clanged shut, and Becky steadied herself, then opened her purse, as if all of life's problems could be solved with a tissue or some lipstick. There was the paperback copy of The Hobbit at the bottom, the one she’d been reading to Ruth. The one Ruth had shoved in her hands at the last minute, demanding that she call home and read to her while she was away. Becky smiled, thinking of Ruth’s big brown eyes as her small, stubborn mouth announced that she would be telling the neighbor kids all about how her mom was going to meet Elvis at his concert, even as Becky begged her not to.

“I guess if one good thing comes out of this, it should be Ruthie one upping those Ledbetter brats.”

Becky dug around in her purse, and decided to pop a tic tac in her mouth, the mint was refreshing, it washed away the bad taste her conversation with Jerry had left in her mouth. Then Becky took a moment to look herself over in the mirror. Ida had helped her pin her hair half up in the front, and her floral, cotton dress hung down in a flattering way from the embroidered empire chest to hang loosely over her hips before stopping at her knees. The suede boots gave her some height, and she liked the fringe along the side, she liked the way she could feel it dangle as she walked. She just had to keep her balance and everything would be fine. Looking at herself in the mirror, she blew herself a kiss and took a deep breath. In a moment of inspiration, she broken off one of the yellow roses from the vase on the table, and pinned it into the side of her hair, then strode down the hall.

She pulled on the ring Elvis had given her, once more finding reassurance from rubbing the metal over her finger again and again. But her confidence faltered for a moment outside the suite when she heard the smash of something being flung and breaking against the wall, followed by stomping and shouting. Elvis-like shouting.

“Fired, they’re all FUCKING fired. ‘Cept Myrna, she’s the only one with any sense a loyalty or professionalism. I don’ care if them other bitches come back here, begging, BEGGING, on their knees for their jobs back. They revealed their true colors here tonight. It’ll be a cold day in HELL before I take ‘em back.”

The shouting paused, and Becky leaned into the door to try and hear what the chorus of male voices muttering indecipherably were saying, before a loud voice, deeper than the Mississippi delta, bellowed back.

“Nah. Nope. I ain’t apologizing for shit. They need to ‘apologize to me, Felton, for not bein’ able to take a GODDAMN joke. There’s a hundred back up singers out there starving fo’ work. Who’d slit their momma’s throats for a chance to sing with us. Why don’t you do YA job and go find me some a them? What the hell I pay ya for? ‘Sposed to be producin’ this show, go produce some back up singers.”

Becky’s excitement at seeing Elvis again had now been replaced by a tense ball of nerves shifting in her stomach. Suddenly the sound of footsteps came towards her, and she jumped back from the door just in time before three or four men pushed by where she stood back, sucking in her stomach and gripping the wall as she watched them trudge down the hallway. Then she turned to find Charlie at the door, looking at her as his face scrunched from unease into a wide grin.

“Why if it isn’t Becky from Birmingham. Whatcha doin’ hugging the wall out here, Becky? Git in here, girl.”

Charlie stood back, and Becky braced herself as she entered the hotel room.

It was a mess, plates of half eaten food lined the table and bar, several of which had been flung against the wall, where mashed potatoes and gravy now dripped down the wallpaper onto pieces of broken porcelain on the carpet. Becky shivered, and then tried to compose herself as she looked around. There was Joe, smoking and pacing on the other side of the room, he turned when he saw her, unable to hide the disdain that grew on his face. She recognized Red and Lamar on the couch, Sonny hunched against the wall, but didn’t know the younger, skinnier guy with long brown hair.

Becky suddenly felt very awkward and out of place and brought her blue, vinyl travel bag up to her stomach where she could hug it for comfort. She smiled at Lamar as Charlie patted her back.

“You know the fellas, aintcha Becky?” She nodded, her walk stilted as she came further into the pent house. “The big guy just went to his room, but man are you a sight for sore eyes, he sure is gonna be glad to see you.”

Sonny let out a laugh, then stood up and walked towards her.

“I thought Jerry was picking you up?”

“He was, I mean he did, but I guess he - um - had other stuff to go do.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet. By now I bet he’s kissed Myrna’s ass so hard his lips are glued to it.” Sonny rubbed his hands together, looking Becky up and down, and she hugged her bag harder at the resentment in his eyes as he went to pour himself a drink.

“Don’t pay him no mind, Becky, he woked up on the wrong side of the bed is all. For the last ten years.” Charlie laughed loudly at his own joke, as he guided Becky through the tense, silence of the living room towards the master bed room, where he knocked on the door to the old “Shave and a hair cut, two bits” pattern.

“I said to FUCK OFF.” Was the response, and Becky looked at Charlie imploringly.

“He seems - out of sorts. Maybe I shouldn't be here.”

Red snorted behind them, muttering under his breath that was one way to put it. But Charlie shook his head, whispering.

“Nah, it’s jus been a rough night with some a the personnel.” This elicited another snort from Red, but Charlie continued, undeterred. “He wanted to know the second you got here, trust me.” Then Charlie cleared his throat, calling out.

“Hey boss, guess who is here? It’s lil ol Becky! Just in from Miss’ppi.”

“Well why the didn’t ya say that in the first place.”

The door flung open with a bang to reveal Elvis, still wearing the blue jumpsuit with the silver zebra pattern rising on either side of his chest. A matching zebra patterned belt was at his waist and his hands held an old fashioned looking quilt in patriotic red, white and blue around his shoulders, like the comfort blanky Ruth still slept with sometimes.

Becky immediately dropped her bag and went to him, cupping his face with her hands as she looked up into his eyes. In spite of all the shouting, the gruff stance, he looked like a wounded puppy. She would whatever she could to take all the pain out of his eyes and hold him until he knew that everything was alright.

The side of her pinky crested against a taut choker, as she shook her head at the dark make-up smudged around his eyes. His lips pursed together at the center as he looked down sheepishly, like a little boy, biting his lip as his hands let the quilt drop to the floor and found her waist.

“Are you cold, Elvis?” She asked, looking at the quilt.

“What, oh that? Nah honey, someone gave it to me at the show and I like." He exhaled slowly through his nose. "Aww Becky, is it good to see you.”

Elvis picked her up and swung her around, bouncing her against his slight belly. His face lit up, and Becky could almost swear he wiped a tear from his eye as he placed her down and drew her into his side, walking her out to the living room.

“Now, this is what a good gal looks like, a loyal gal. Drop ev’ry thin when her man needs her. Man ‘o man, baby. You look like an angel, sent from heaven. How’d I get so lucky, have an angel come visit me, huh?” He grinned, looked at the others before kissing the top of her hair with gusto, so much so that his chin knocked the rose out of it, and then he accidentally stepped on it when he moved to pick it up. Elvis bent at his knees, wobbling as he tried to gathered up all the petals, his voice was high and babyish.

“Aw, no no no no. I’m sorry baby, I trampled all ova ya pretty flower.”

Then he dropped it an octave yelling forcefully.

“Charlie - boy, where’d that dumb ass go.” Before he had even finished uttering the words dumb ass, Charlie was there, chuckling as if Elvis and he were two frat boys yanking each other’s chain. Instead of master and trained dog, Becky mused, then pushed the thought from her mind.

“Charlie, run out and get Becky some fresh roses -”

Becky bent down next to Elvis on the carpet and stilled his hand to pull him back up, notching herself under Elvis shoulder as she turned to Charlie.

“Don’t you dare, Charlie. I just stole it on my way in, I can always go get another one.” Then she leaned up on her tippy toes and kissed Elvis’ cheek. “It’s a sweet thought, though. You’re sweet a sweet boy. Thanks for inviting me to join you, wished I hadn’t missed the show.”

Then she ran her fingers through the sweaty matted hair at his temple, stroked out the sticky hairspray that had kept his coiffed, high pompadour in place. Elvis’ blue eyes locked with hers and his whole body softened.

“S’ok, honey, probably all for the best. Was a sorry ass excuse for a show anyway.”

Becky trailed her fingers lower, over his chin and down along his chest hair.

“Impossible.” She whispered into the crease at his armpit, nuzzling her nose against the edge of his shoulder.

He didn’t even break eye contact as she looked back into his face as he lifted his right hand out and waved the guys off.

“Alright, boys, dismissed.”

Becky smooshed her face back into his armpit, rather than watch the parade of angry, middle aged men depart. Just before he left, she heard Charlie start to say good night and how nice it was to see her, when Elvis yelled for him to stop making eyes at Becky and go find his own gal.

Then they were alone. In a sea of dirty dishes, broken plates, rose petals and one coffee table that looked like it had been turned upside down. Unless it was some sort of new modern design, where you placed your coffee on the marble slab face down on ground.

Looking back up at Elvis, Becky didn’t know what to say. The screaming she had heard through the door had terrified her., yet looking at him now it seemed so clear how tired and how much pressure he felt. Jerry’s words rang in her ears, and they summoned all of Becky’s stupid, nurturing instincts. She began to pull off his scarf, peppering his chest with a few soft kisses to sooth the heart beat she heard, running as fast as a loose rail car thundering down a mountain.

Looking back up at his face, she licked her thumb, without consciously realizing what she was doing, and started to clean up his eye make-up, and he started to babble about the whole world going to hell. But he quieted as she shook her head, and gripped her hand tightly, shakily. Feeling him tremble, she remembered how exhausted he must be. So she paused and led him through the master suite and into bathroom, when she sat him on the toilet, stopped him again from protesting that he was fine, with a finger to his lips. Then she took a wet washcloth, and straddled his lap to clean his face.

Elvis grinned up at her, and when was done, he clasped both her hands in his and brought them forward to kiss her knuckles, his eyes level with her breasts. She let out a gasp at the way he sucked at her knuckles, before she shook herself free so she could reclaim her hand and undo his choker.

“What’s the matter, baby boy, hmmm? What’s all the fuss bout tonight, huh?”

She soothed his forehead with her fingers, cracking her neck as she steadied herself on his lap. The texture of his blue, gaberdine suit was soft underneath her bare thighs.

“Ah, nothing honey, jus the doggone back up singers can’t take a joke. Walked off in the middle of the set, make me look like a damn clown.”

Becky steadied herself.

“I find that hard to believe. Don’t look like a clown to me. If anything,” she begun to unzip his jumpsuit, her hands smoothing over the cool sweaty, hair she found there as she pushed against his belly. “If anything, they’re the ones who look foolish. Walking off like that.”

Elvis' lip hung down, just the slight hint of a double chin grew there, before they widened into a smile, pushing the apples of his cheeks up towards her.

“Ya sweet honey, ya know that? Wait, whatcha doin’ woman?”

Becky giggled as she pulled off his belt, and leaned into smell his chest.

“I am undressing you, Elvis Presley. Shower time.”

He tried to dismiss this idea with a wave of his hand.

“Honey, I don’t need a shower.”

“Oh yes you do.” Becky rubbed her hands under Elvis’ jumpsuit, trying to push it off his shoulders. “When was the last time you took a shower, you stinky boy.”

He pursed his lips, shaking his head. “Uh, uh, uh -”

“Ha, if it is taking that long to answer, it has been tooo long.” She jumped up, and went to start the water. Elvis stood, bringing her back against the bathroom wall.

“Think you can come in here, and order me around, huh?” He smirked. “I like how I smell. Smell like a man. S'natural, s'way God made me.”

“Good little boys.” Becky worked her hands back under his suit. “Who take good little showers.” She got the fabric off the side of his shoulders. “Get good little rewards.”

He stilled her hands, enveloping her with his scent, a staunch mix of sweaty musk doused with a bottle or two of brut. Becky wrinkled her nose.

“And what about bad little boys who do what they want, huh?”

She threw her arms around his neck. “They get loved on until they learn to behave.” And she began to kiss his chest and neck with a swift barrage of pecks.

“Alright, alright crazy woman. What’s my reward, then, huh?”

Becky pulled her dress off with a speed that made Elvis' head spin, but before he could make a snarky remark, she bent over to take off her boots, and all he could do was stare at her bottom as she motioned for him to unclasp her bra.

“Your reward is me. In the shower. Washing you.”

Becky giggled self consciously as she took Elvis’ hands and drew him into the shower. She didn’t know where her chutzpah had come from, all she knew was that when she was with him, she was a woman transformed. Her walls came down, and she wanted to be as close as possible to him, do whatever she could to put him at ease. Being around Elvis had warped her entire way of thinking.

The way his smirk rippled across his cheeks as he watched her lather up a wash cloth and start scrubbing over his hair chest made her tummy feel funny. Like she was about to jump off a diving board. She watched the soap drizzled down over his waist and down his happy trail. Becky swallowed hard, unable to stop herself from rubbing over it with her hand and wiping the soap into different shapes around his belly button. A triangle, a circle, a heart.

Elvis chuckled as he squeezed his eyes shut under the water, letting it rinse everything off as he muttered that she was a weirdo. Then he took the wash cloth from her hands and spread the lather over the top of her breasts. Back and forth, as if mesmerized. His attentive gaze made her vibrate, and Becky’s nipples became hard nubs. She pushed his hand aside, stepping close to rub the soap from her bosom against him, playfully.

“I think they’re clean.”

“Never can be too sure.” He pulled her closer, nudging his nose over hers as he took the washcloth back and began to caress her butt. “Just bein’ thorough. Wanna a get all my reward.”

“Your reward was me washing you, not the other way around.”

Elvis winked. “I’m renegotiatin’.” And he carefully turned Becky around so that she was leaning into the shower wall, while he slowly moved the washcloth over her shoulder blades, the small of her back, her bottom cheeks and the backs of her legs. His movements were so soft and tender, that they made all the thoughts drain from Becky’s head with the water. Her knees turned into jelly. And all she knew was the warm sensation vibrating up her spine and tingling between her legs.

It was 3:45 am when they finally collapsed into the master suite’s large, king bed in matching pajamas. Becky could rest assured that every part of her body was clean, and while she hadn’t scrubbed him behind his ears, she had done her best with Elvis.

He had taken the cute, sexy pink fluffy negligee she had brought to sleep in from her hands, and thrown it in the trash, reiterating that just because they were on the road, they were never safe from commie drug dealers. Arsonists. Assassins. Any number of dangerous threats that could result in an instant need to evacuate the hotel.

“Trust me, Becky, you’ll be greatful ya wearing something decent if that happens.”

Becky rolled her eyes, saying to herself that Elvis was worse than her grandmother. But she obliged and reasoned that Elvis’ pajamas were probably more comfortable than the gauzy peignoir she had brought. The she settled back, watching him take his medication from the black, doctor’s bag, before folding her arms around him when he snuggled up and lay his head on her breasts, murmuring to her in a low, babying tone.

“Aw Becky, don’t know what I’d do if you hadn’t come.”

She stroked his soft, dyed hair, shhhing him as she smiled to her self at the hint of grey she saw at the peak of his right side burn.

“You’d be fine, you always are.”

“Nah, honey, none a these fools love me for who I really am. None of them would be here if it weren’t for the money.”

“That’s not true, your friends love you. They’ve known you all your life.”

“Nah uh, they don’t, baby. No one loves me. You might be the only one in the whole world who doesn’t want anything from me. Won’t take my goddamn money, even when I mean it as a gift. Because I do love givin’ gifts.”

Becky trailed her fingers across Elvis’ forehead, enjoying the way his warm skin felt under her knuckles. “I know you do. You really do.”

“But no one appreciates it, they just want more. Won’t be happy til they suck me dry. Ugh, I don’t know if I can even sleep, so keyed up about the band.”

Becky kissed his forehead, as an idea percolated, and she rose from the bed to grab The Hobbit from her purse.

“Here, why don’t I read to you, take your mind off things?”

Elvis’ took the book ins hand. “This the book Spock was singing about?”

Becky giggled, thinking of Leonard Nimoy’s record few years back. “I believe the song you are referring to is ‘The Ballad of Bilbo Baggins.’ And yes, it was inspired by this book. But I know you've heard of The Hobbit, Elvis. Have you ever read it?”

Elvis shook his head, but before he could protest that he didn’t read children's books, she brought his head back to her bosom and began reading it, doing the voices the same way she did with Ruth. They passed out at some point in the “Roast Mutton” chapter, after pausing from time to time debating what their hobbit names would be.

“I think you are probably too tall to be a hobbit, Elvis, probably more an elf. Your name is practically the same as their language.”

“Well, that don’t make sense, no one names their kid after a language. English. Spanish. This is ma son, German. So then, what do you ’spose my elf name would be?”

Becky yawned. “I guess that will be our proooooject over the next few days, figure out what our hobbit and elf names are.”

“Guesss sooooooo.” Elvis yawned back.

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Becky found her paperback copy of The Hobbit open and smashed between them where Elvis had fallen asleep with his head on top of her chest. Several pages were bent back, and she tried to get them straight by bending them the other way, before deciding to put the lamp on top of it with the hope it would weigh them back into place. The room was still so dark, it surprised her to see that the clock read one p.m. It had been five or six when they passed out, and Becky could hardly believe how quickly she adapted back to Elvis’ schedule.

Looking down at him, she returned to cuddle into him, thinking how sweet he looked with his mouth wide open, asleep, completely unperturbed about the weight of the world that he carried on his shoulders. Then, as she shimmied her legs next to his, she felt the distinct, outline of an erect penis. I guess he slept well, she thought, and suddenly felt an aching tingle light up between her legs and a naughty thought enter her mind. Becky bit her lip, wondering how to wake him up without making it obvious. She began to nestle her knee into his cock, then blow air over his eyelids, faintly at first as she watched his long eyelashes flutter and waited to see if it woke him. When he remained asleep, she blew harder, emptying her lungs, until she saw his eyelids move and he opened one eye, with a blank, confused, slightly drugged out stare. This prompted her to plop back, not so stealthily, and pretend to be asleep herself. She also stopped moving her knee over his penis. Sleeping people don’t do that.

“Ha, now watcha think ya doin, Becky Butt?”

Elvis narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips. A chuckled escaped Becky’s mouth, and her hand replaced her knee to slowly sweep over the outline of Elvis’ length, teasing his tip with the swirl of her thumb. Elvis seemed to instinctively move back up against the pillows, while also trying half-heartedly to swat away her hands from his pajama bottoms as she moved her head to his crotch.

“Now, honey, you’re a good girl, good girls don’t do that.”

Becky pulled at his waist, leaning down to nuzzle against the silk over his thigh, looking up and batting her lashes.

“Baby, you’ve been so stressed out, this tour got you all worked up. I’m just trying to help you relax and clear your head, so you can figure out what you want to do about your band.”

Elvis released her hands from where he had stopped them at his pants, and flopped back against the head board, resigned and moaning as her hand feathered over him. He closed his eyes as he looked up at the ceiling and muttered, “Lord have mercy. What am I gonna do with you, huh?”

Becky did a wiggly, little triumphant dance as Elvis shook his head, grinning as she pulled his pants down and very slowly and reverently bent down to kiss the tip, savoring the way his breath became heavier as she did. He bit his lip watching her look at him as she swirled her tongue around his foreskin where it now crested back above the head. In a leisurely, affectionate way, she moved her tongue hesitantly around him, using one hand to loosely palm up and down his shaft as she sucked the tip once more. Kissing it delicately, relishing how sensitive he was, how even just moving her mouth down an inch made his leg jolt. She laughed onto his cock when his knee knocked her head, and she looked up to see a warm, boyish smile beaming back down at her.

“Hey now, be gentle with him. He's, uh, he's, ughhhh, he's shy.”

Becky smiled as best she could up at him with a penis in her mouth, and worked to just move along the end of the foreskin to the top of the head, waiting as he moved her hair to guide her forward. His gasps sent a sharp ping to her core and Becky realized that the sound of Elvis’ hushed pleasure was like an aphrodisiac that she wanted to chase. And chase it she did, hollowing her cheeks to bob further down, seeing how far she could go with out gagging, seeing what happened when his tip hit the back of her throat, savoring the feeling of how it almost choked her.

His mouth now hung open, and he let out a loud moan as she delved deeper with the next thrust. Looking, she saw that his eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth hung open, the bottom lip shaking tremulously as she began to speed up her tempo, following her mouth with her hand and breathing through her nose as she tried not to gag when she plunged downward. Then she felt Elvis grip her hair with a tight fist.

“Ah honey, oh Becky, oh honey, Imma about to burst!”

She watched his face contort as she nodded her acquiescence and continued to move her mouth over him, possessing him and at the same time giving herself to him as he arched his back up into her and came with a loud, breathy, high pitched cry. He was tangy, and salty, and she looked at him with a seductive wink as she flipped her hair and tried to swallow it all, before gagging and coughing most of it out of the side of her mouth and onto the duvet. This performance was followed by loud belly laughs from both parties as Becky rolled over in a fit of giggles at her clumsy attempt to be sexy. She hid under the pillows and blushed when Elvis moved over, threw the pillow away, and pulled her onto him with a goofy smile.

“Ya sure are sumpthin', Becky Butt. Man ‘o’ man." He sighed, stroking her shoulder. "Haven’t done anything like that in a while. Prolly since last time I saw you.”

“Elvis, you don’t have to lie to me, I see the photos of you with your other girlfriends on tour.”

He sucked in a deep breath, taking her chin to look up at him.

“You mean that girl I invited on tour after you turned me down? Honey, she don’t mean a thing, just someone to keep the bed warm. Wasn’t getting busy with her, tell you that.”

Becky arched her eye. “Really?”

“Mmmmhmmm. She is pretty, but she don't turn me on, not like you, baby. You’re my little snake charmer, member? And man, honey, every time too. Something special bout you. Gonna need you to come on the rest of the tour with me." His arm dropped, and his eyebrows furrowed and Becky realized he must be thinking about the tour. "Fuck, man, gotta figure out what to do bout these singers, goddammit. I don really wanna train new gals to sing, with only a few nights left.”

Becky patted his arm. “So don’t. Just apologize.”

A nervous squeak escaped her throat when she saw his lips purse and his eyes narrow in disbelief at her suggestion.

“You don’t have to mean it! I believe you were right, they are being bitches. Baby, trust me, you know how singers can be, premadonnas. And they are women. You can’t win with us. But you can know in your heart that you were joking, and also do what needs to be done to keep the show going by mending fences. S’easier to catch more flies with honey, E.”

Becky felt like a traitor to her fellow womankind, as she felt fairly certain that whatever had happened, the back up singers probably had every right to be upset. But the end justified the means, right? Her reasoning seemed to have some effect, as Elvis' pinched lips released and he grunted.

She watched as he looked at her, and repeated "easier to catch more flies with honey" in a high, mocking voice, while he rolled over and picked up the phone, asking the operator for Joe’s room. “Get Lowell on a plane, tell him to bring everything in the store. I don’t care, jack, do you work for my daddy? No, that’s what I thought, huh. Yeah, Imma have Felton take it all over to the girls, to everyone, tell them I know things got outta hand this week, let’s leave it in the past. Oh, and I wanna get Myrna a new Caddy, so she knows what loyalty means to me.”

Elvis was patting Becky’s thigh as he did this, his fingers playing a rhythm only he knew. But it made Becky feel special, needed, close to him, and she found a strange contentment just being there, receiving the song his body was tapping out. After he hung up, he called room service and asked them to send two of everything from the breakfast menu, explaining he didn’t care if it was 2 o’clock in the afternoon.

“Ever been Asheville, ha, honey?”

“MMmhmmm. No, can't say I have. Guess we'll have a few days there to figure out what our hobbitses names are.”

“Already know what your’s is. Becky Bobbit.” He grinned wide at her quizzical face. “Cuz you bobbit so good on my nobbit.”

Becky hit him as he burst into a fit of giggles. “Dirty, nasty, mean man.”

“Awww, honey, s’compliment. Wanna keep you round with me always, my lil bobbit hobbit.”

“Ha.”

“Comin’ to Memphis after the tour?”

“Elvis - I -”

“I thought we were talkin’ bout getting you moved up there. You will love it."

“I will hate it.”

“Nah, you won’t.”

“Hmmm, you might be sick of me after the next few days.”

Elvis squeezed his arm around her tighter, looking down at the stain on the duvet, and then back at her with a silly smile.

“Nah, I won’t.”

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❣︎ ⎯⎯ losing you was never an option .

PAIRING ! yang jungwon x reader // GENRE ! angst to fluff // WC. ! 1.0k

PROMPT(S) ! 6. fixing the other’s clothes ;; 12. winking at them ;; 23. brushing strands of hair away // requested by two lovely anons // 2k followers event

A/N. ! here’s the final jungwon drabble y’all wanted :’> i can’t believe it’s already the last :’> this event is rlly beginning to come to an end huh :’> anyways, it’s a long one today so i hope you guys enjoy !! <3

you and jungwon had been dating for six months—six months was what it took for you to begin losing your feelings for jungwon. and to him, it was obvious. you weren’t smiling nearly as much as before, and whenever he would crack a joke, your laughter was almost nonexistent compared to how hard you two would laugh together before, until tears fell from your eyes.

you were falling out of love with jungwon.

but he still had strong feelings for you that only grew immensely for you each day. and so it pained him inside to see the feelings of the one he loved dissipate right in front of him, but he wasn’t willing to let you go that easily.

“y/n, baby,” jungwon started, sitting beside you on the couch before softly taking your hand in his.

“yes?”

his eyes began trailing off from yours, occupying himself with affectionately fixing your clothes and brushing strands of hair away from your face as he was prolonging his time to bring up the situation to you.

“what is it, won? what’s wrong?” you asked, wondering what was taking him so long.

“you’re falling out of love,” he immediately brought up, eyes still avoiding yours as his voice filled with utter sadness. “aren’t you?”

“i—“ you paused, your eyes now also wandering off to anywhere but his own. how did he know? “—what makes you think that?”

“that’s not answering my question, y/n,” he told you, heart still clenched with hurt. “i know you are; i can see it in you every day. your love for me just gets weaker and weaker, and it pains me to witness that, because i still love you, and my heart longs for you each day and my love only grows for you. i wanted to bring this up with you, because we’ve already been dating for half a year; i think this relationship is mature enough to have such a conversation. this is serious, y/n. just the thought of you leaving breaks my heart; i don’t even wanna imagine it, but i can’t help it, because i feel like i’m walking on eggshells, now just waiting for my feet to bleed and to feel the pain. i’m just preparing myself. and i want you to tell me about these things—i want us to be honest with each other.”

he definitely wasn’t wrong: you were losing feelings for him… were. past tense—because after hearing all he had to say, with the passion in his voice to pursue you further, you were reminded just how much you loved him, and what made you fall in love with him in the first place. you loved his brave, ambitious and leader-like qualities. it was always so attractive to you, how could you forget?

“so, y/n?” jungwon started, clenching your hand softly in his own, “what are your thinking? what have you been feeling recently?”

“i—“ you paused, gathering your thoughts to put into words, “won, you’re right in everything you said, and i guess i haven’t been completely honest with you, but yes, you’re right, i may have been falling out of love recently, but i just couldn’t find it in me to tell you that, because i do still love you, and i don’t want to ever hurt you. and i was trying so hard to regain these feelings i used to so strongly have for you, but i could never do anything to get them back.”

jungwon listened with intent, looking into your eyes with every word you spoke, even if you weren’t reciprocating, to show he was focused on everything you had to say.

you continued, “however—today i think you showed me and reminded me why i even chose to date you in the first place. you have so many traits that i love about you and that make you such an incredible partner. i’m sorry for ever beginning to fall out of love and not being able to reciprocate the love you’ve shown me recently.”

“does the mean you wanna break up,” he asked, looking at you sadly, a sign of tears becoming apparent.

“no, won,” you smiled. “it’s the opposite.”

“oh,” he let out, a small grin painting his features.

“i want to try to continue to make this work, because it would hurt so much to lose someone as good as you, even if i don’t deserve you—“

your confession was cut short when jungwon eyed your lips and immediately captured them with his own.

you closed your eyes and melted under his touch, the feelings of butterflies erupting in your stomach for the first time in a while. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he placed his hands around your waist, and you could feel him smiling into the kiss.

he eventually pulled away, and you two just stared into the other’s eyes in awe, speechless.

“how could i ever think of leaving you?” you breathed out, practically in a trance. “you’re so—so handsome, kind, caring, respectful, talented, and can even wink too—wait no. no, you can’t.”

you two both laughed at your playfulness.

you started again, clearly joking, “i guess that’s a deal breaker then, sorry.”

and you two both couldn’t help but laugh again.

“oh, so is that what it takes?” he asked with a chuckle and a smile on his face.

you looked at him, anticipating as you calmed yourself down.

“i can wink,” he said, voice filled with confidence, yet he couldn’t help but avoid your eyes. “see?”

he opened both of his eyes wide before attempting to close his left one, trying to keep his right eye open as big as possible.

“won! you can’t wink,” you laughed. “you’re getting better, though.”

he sighed in defeat, giving up.

“but it’s okay,” you smiled. “i still love you. plus, i find it cute that you can't, yet still try.”

he let out a small laugh before smirking at you, leaning in once more and placing his lips on yours, a feeling of ecstasy arising in his body to be able to confidently call you his once again.

A/N. i hope you guys enjoyed :’> it was angsty but it had a happy ending so i hope y’all liked it. feedback and reblogs help a ton !! <3 thanks for reading ^_^ <3

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Can we fix it?

Johnny x Female reader

Genre: Breakup, Fluff, smut, slight angst

WARNINGS: Unprotected sex which is not advisable in real life situation, mentions of alcohol, drunk Johnny, cursing. Sorry if ever I left anything out.

TMI: This is for the readers who still comes back here and reading my old stories. Honestly I want to write and make time for it again and just like this fic, I want to fix my time hahaha forgive me though. But thank you for your support until now! How are you guys loving ‘2 Baddies’? I bought 6 albums this era, for sure I’ll buy more but I’m saving up to see NCT Dream and WayV next month. So, I think I’ll support 127 more during repack! I hope everyone is loving the album and has been streaming. Let’s give 127 wins huhu also im just uploading this thru phone so it might be jambled :(( sorry

“We need you here asap— he keeps smashing things” Jaehyun spoke through the phone as you hear Johnny at the background trying to get the phone from Jaehyun, shouting your name.

It’s been only weeks since you and Johnny broke up. He didn’t take it too well obviously, and you can’t believe you’re on your way to his place to take care of him. As soon as you arrived at his place, you went to the kitchen to heat something up for Johnny. And soon as you showed yourself to his friends, they were all relieved but Johnny was feeling… guilty, disgusted by himself and honestly all he wanted to do is hug you so tight.

You were purposely not answering every message he sent, not answering his calls, everything. You tried your best to avoid him. So now… you’re like a ghost. It almost felt like the first time he saw you. Your first date. A beautiful night. But now… the night was still beautiful because he finally saw you after the breakup but, he’s so broken right now.

“You can all go— sorry,” Johnny said, trying to get up from his couch while being mindful of the shattered wine glass on the floor. Successfully, you caught Johnny struggling to walk straight heading his room after you see Jaehyun and the other on their way out. You were quick to grab Johnny’s waist and helped him towards his bed.

He’s quiet now.

But he’s looking at your every move.

“We were fine. Why did you leave me like that” he started. Still in his drunken state. He leaned forward and rest his forehead on yours, all you can do is soothe his back and close your eyes.

“Wasn’t I your perfect man? How can you ruin us like that— we were fine” he cried out again. This time theres tears in his eyes and he was whimpering, blaming himself and trying to keep you closer to him even more.

You on the other hand, continue to gently try your best to sober him up. You used to have moments like this back in the past, moments that involves sweet talking, planning what to have for breakfast the next day, or how many rounds can you guys do for tonight’s love making. But now it’s just crying and wishing that you could go back in time.

“I wasn’t okay all the time Johnny, you have to understand that I can’t pull you down with me”

“What are you talking about—“

“You’re too good for me Johnny.

“What does that even mean? You’re the one who’s too good for me”

“No Johnny. Shut up you don’t know—“ you were getting really frustrated.

“No. You shut up. You didn’t even let me have a say in this. You just left me while I was still fighting and longing for us. I get it you’re not perfect, but I don’t need perfect too. I’m not perfect too, but when did I ever pushed you away? When did I ever stopped being a better version of myself?— I thought you love me”

He continued crying and whimpering.

You continued to listen and miss him even though you’re holding him. And you agree, everything he said is true and to be honest you’re already regretting that you left and made your lives miserable. It has been… nothing but dark skies ever since you left him.

Maybe all you need is talk. Talk it out. You never gave him a chance to convince you to stay.

“Fuck it— life continues without you. Fucking leave, that’s where you’re good at”

He pushed you away lightly, careful not to hurt you physically but the heartbreak that you’re feeling right now hurts even more.

As you close the door gently and proceed to cleaning up the mess he did, you remember how beautiful your relationship was with Johnny and you managed to ruin it and burn all the bridges down in a matter of weeks. You went inside again his room to take care of him, putting a clean shirt and managing to clean him up. It’s the least you could do.

What you didn’t expect was soft kisses on your neck from Johnny while you change his clothes. You missed the feeling of his lips. But what will happen to whats left in your relationship if you give in? You certainly didn’t want to be fuck buddies with him if that’s where he’s going. What you have… or what you had, was way more special just to go down this road.

“I need you to stop” you said calmly when you already felt Johnny’s big hand inside your shirt, cupping your boobs. He was humiliated once again, removed his hand before he left a soft kiss on your temple. He’s sorry and he’s already forgiven. Always.

And when the morning comes, regret was the first things that came into Johnny’s head. He was aware of what happened last night. What he said and what he did. But he didn’t expect to see you sleeping uncomfortably on his couch, freezing.

Of course you felt his presence in an instant. You’ve been craving for it. “Sorry I passed out, I was waiting for the sun to come out” You said with a warm smile, hoping that things between you two cooled down from last night.

“Well the sun is out. You can go now” he said coldly. He didn’t know why. He just felt the urge to be cold towards you this morning.

“O-okay. Thank you” you rambled and clumsily gathered your stuff. Heart broken as you help yourself out of his house. You never thought that Johnny would push you away like that… it must’ve hurt him too when you did the same thing to him.

Days went by and you two continue to miss each other.

You wanted to get back together, but you were scared that he will push you away again. And you can’t handle it anymore. Johnny on the other hand, was giving moving on a shot… because he thought this is really what you wanted.

But then again, the alcohol was just like magnet for the both of you. You received yet another emergency call from Jaehyun, telling you to go to this bar because Johnny needs you and has been asking for you non-stop.

“Can I pass this one out?” You asked Jaehyun through the phone.

“I believe no, the manager of the bar is already mad. Please Y/n, just this one time we’ll never bother you again”

Of course you went to the given address and looked for Johnny. There you saw him sleeping soundly outside the said bar and your heart was breaking as you watch him mumble that he’s tired and lost.

“Hi… Johnny, it’s me. I need you to take my arm—“ you said when you finally approached him.

“You’re not supposed to be here. Who called you? Jaehyun? Fuck him. He should know that I’m not your responsibility anymore, leave Y/n” he gently pushed you away. Again. And that’s it. You knew you couldn’t handle experiencing this again.

Of course you stepped back. But you watched him from behind, followed him every step of the way until he reaches his house. He forgot where he put his keys and if he’s totally being honest right now, he’s about to throw up from too much walking. When you decided to take it from there and offered to open his door, he didn’t stopped you because all he wanted to do is run towards his sink. But life had other plans for him because by the time you finally opened the door, he tried running inside but ended up tripping and you were quick to catch him. Making him throw up on your clothes.

You then realized how fucked up he is right now. Johnny is not usually like this. He’s never a handful and he never forgets to handle his own problems.

“This is all because of you” is all he can say.

And that completely broke your heart.

When things cooled down and you finally got the chance to clean yourself up. You were crying while you think over and over again what Johnny said. You told yourself. This it. This is exactly why you broke up with him. One last cry and you will be totally out of his life.

Of course Johnny felt bad while watching you clean yourself while crying. He was having second thoughts about saying he’s sorry but what he said is the ugly truth. Either way he did not hesitate to hand you clean clothes and tried comforting you the best way he could. “I should be the one crying— stay for the night, the bed is yours”

But you couldn’t stand it anymore. You did not look at him while you try and make yourself decent again. You even ignored the clothes he gave you. “I’ll be fine. Good night Johnny” you said weakly and head towards the door.

Frustration hit Johnny again. And this time when you were just about to leave, you wish that he will stop you. Please stop me. You secretly wish, tears running down your cheeks.

And in an instant you felt him hug you from behind. Immediately hugging you oh so tight that you couldn’t breathe but you love the feeling of it. “You can leave tomorrow. Just stay for the night” Johnny said. He knew that by the time he watch you leave again, he will regret not stopping you just like the night you broke up with him.

Given that you cant get away from his tight embrace, you assured him that you wont leave and sleep here at his place. He slowly gave you some space and head towards the bathroom again and handed you the clothes for the second time before he says ‘good night’

Heading towards his room with your heart beating so fast, you changed your clothes, with only his shirt on and your panties. You sat on his bed for hours and hours, thinking about the future. If this is the last night you’re going to be together like this. Apart and broken. Or you can go outside and fix it. Either way, you’re not sleeping.

But just as you were about to stand up from your comfort… Johnny opened the door and walked towards you, sitting in front of you and reached for your hand immediately. You didn’t stopped him.

“I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to talk for hours and hours. I love you and I want you to stay. Not just for tonight though,” he was close to tearing up but he was stopping himself, “H-hug me if you feel the same” he said weakly, his grip tightened wishing you would pull him in for that hug.

And so you did. And you didn’t just hugged him. You immediately kissed him lovingly and said your sorry for ruining your relationship. He shut you up with a heated kiss, feeling his soft touch all over you. Hearing the words, “let’s never hurt each other again” and “I don’t want to hear the word ‘sorry’ from now on” and immediately made you giggle when you felt his lips on your neck, kissing you down until you’re comfortably under his huge frame. Feeling his hands all over your body, slowly running it up and down. Even his touch felt so good and warm that you missed him already when he pull away to remove his clothes.

It almost felt like it was your first time with him again when you were watching him remove your clothes. Every touch, every kiss and every sound you hear from him makes you tingle and your nipples hard. Of course he saw it, he smirked and teased it, making you whine and grab his shoulders but he didn’t stop. He flattened his tongue and gently flipped the tip on your nipple, making you close your legs and became sensitive. Johnny loved your reaction and to be honest he just missed doing this to you so he pulled you up and made you sit on him, making him hug you with both arms, and let you grind on his hard cock, making it wet with your pussy juices.

He licked your nipples softly, making you weak and melt with his feathery touch on your back, sucking and biting it gently when he wanted to hear you. Ending his teasing with lots of kisses on your chest all the way up your lips until you two fell on the mattress again.

“Want to make me harder?” He asked sweetly, lips beside your ears, nibbling it until you say stop and switch places. Johnny spread his legs very wide and you did not hesitate to lick his long and thick cock. The only cock you love and made you cum so any times already. You gave him head for a few minutes, playing with tip and watching him stop himself from cumming.

“By the way you can’t cum inside me tonight, you might get me pregnant—“

“What’s this torture I thought were okay?” Johnny pouted with lidded eyes. He wanted to fuck your mouth so bad but tonight is not the right time to be filthy. “But can we fuck raw?” He made you stop sucking him and pulling you to an embrace, cleaning your face his hand and switching places with you again.

“Of course we can fuck raw, what are you? A stranger?” You let out a small laugh and kissed your boyfriend’s lips. You knew the moment you placed your lips on his, he will immediately line his cock in your entrance and slowly thrust in.

Smoothly and slowly. Johnny is fucking you now, making you crazy and dizzy with his cock, making you moan and ask for more. He was bigger than ever, you thought that he will rip you even though he was going slowly. Bodies on bodies, he fucked you even slower and deeper, he was moaning the whole time with furrowed brows and when you came and tried closing your legs, he stopped them from closing and started kissing you hungrily. Feeling his whole weight on you, slowly fucking you open until you didn’t have a choice but to cum while he was still fucking you and still catching his orgasm. Slowly.

It’s crazy how no one moved fast but you two were tired and sweaty as you both catch your breaths. Of course Johnny came outside and was quick to grab a tissue. You laugh and helped him clean up, spreading kisses all over his body until you’re both covered with his thick blanket, both very naked beneath it.

You’ve never been this close before. Tonight was just very different.

“Do you want to live with me?”

He said out of nowhere while you were playing with his hands.

“What? Where did that came from?” You asked and came closer.

“I don’t want to see you leaving my place again. I swear Y/n— I’ll go crazy” he caged you with his long legs, and made you laugh again. He was still hard but he didn’t want to go another round, he was just happy and excited again for the future, he told you.

“Thanks for fixing us, for us.” You looked him in the eye and rolled on top of him so you could have a good look at him. “Yes I would like to move in with you,” you smiled and placed a kiss on his soft lips which formed a smile.

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st4rgzer · 11 days

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CAN YOU DO STILL THINK ABOUT YOU BY A BOOGIE WITH A HOODIE AND MAKE IT LIKE ANGSTY ND SHI ( chris pls🙏🏽🙏🏽 ) .

still think about you (chris sturniolo)

summary: when enough is enough, you act and confront chris

genre: just angst

cw!: swearing, cheating, kissing

a/n: i tried to do this the best i could since i didnt really know the song, i went with a different path (slightly) but i hope you like it<3

“i love you”

“…”

who knew a relationship of 6 months could be over over nothing, literally nothing. a silence. a silence that i anticipated, but nonetheless hurt just like the last time i tried saying it. from the look on chris’s face, he knew he fucked up, again.

“chris?” my voice was brittle, easily able to break any second now. my bottom lip trembled as he looked away, a guilty expression being hidden from me.

“baby you know how i feel-“ i cut him off. “do i?”

almost every ounce of respect i had for him shriveled away right then and there.

“do i know how you feel, if you can’t even fucking say ‘i love you’ to my face?” i tried to keep a firm voice despite the tears the pricked my eyes, desperate to come out.

i laughed, throwing my hands up in the air, in disbelief at the stupidity of the situation, and at chris’s inability to say a word.

“i don’t know what to say.”

“y’know what my mom told me, told me to watch who i fuck with and never trust a guy like you for shit.”

my words were petty and dripped with venom, tears falling over my cheeks. chris could only watch in pity.

“my friends warned me, fuck it, everyone warned me about you and about how much of a shit fucking person you are. but i didn’t believe them, and now i know. i feel fucking stupid, but i know i should’ve known better. instead of trusting any fucking bitch that slides into my dm’s. sure you might be rich ‘nd famous, but you’re no different than any rat i could find on the street.”

i spoke loudly, harshly. meaning every word that spewed from my mouth. my hand came up to my face to wipe the tears that had previously fallen. chris sniffed and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, keeping his head down, he knew i had a right to be this mad. making me wait and wait till he was ‘ready’ to step forward with the relationship.

seeing as he was going to do next to nothing to keep me from going, i grabbed my purse and stomped across his living room, opened the door, and slammed it shut.

it was bittersweet, sitting in my car in his driveway, secretly waiting for him to run after me. but nothing happened, no one ran after me. so i kept some of my self respect and drove off, leaving behind who i thought was going to be the ‘love of my life’.

but mundane moments don’t feel the same with his hands wrapped around my waist, head leaned on the crook of my neck. his scent had washed off from all my clothes after a few weeks. no messages from him came, and i don’t think he ever intended to send one anyway. the worst thing is i still check, i still care. so it made sense for me to grab the phone when a post notification of his instagram page went off. one that made my stomach drop, my throat dry, and my knuckles white as i gripped the device in my hands. was this how it felt to have a knife in your back? i thought. have it twisted around and stuck again and again ferociously? because that’s how it felt.

does he remember how he’d been so afraid of posting me to the world that he’d keep me secret until he knew that i was really comfortable? that he’d whisper “id rather keep you to myself just a little longer” as we talked about our future under the boston night sky. how he’d promise me that i was worth every penny and every minute. did he just forget everything?

i turned the phone off, and stared at a small spot on the wall, trying to think about anything else but the photo i had just seen. a girl, holding chris’s cheek. kissing it. chris was smiling, an ice cream cone in his hand. that was not his favorite flavor. surely he had done this out of spite, right? surely the caption that read “i love you, thanks for the ice cream” had been to hurt me, annoy me. was it the fact that is was me that he couldn’t say ‘i love you” to? cause it seems like that comes easy for him to say with everyone else.

my mind spiraled as the familiar feeling of tears brimming my eyes started to form. my throat burned and my hand formed into fists to try and stop them from shaking. any hope of returning to where i’d once called home, was lost. i still think about him, that’s the worst part.

“i have to tell you something”

GRACE TALKS: guys i dont even remember my taglist help remind me if u wanna be tagged🙏

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Hi BPP, lemme pick your beautiful brain abit if you don’t mind. So i think it is really beautiful that jikook decided to enlist together using the buddy program. But no matter how much i think about it, i can’t seem to figure out why they decided to do that if they are not more than friends. Don’t get me wrong, i am not saying that people who are just friends cannot do the buddy program, no, they definitely can and they have in the past but my thing is, with the way almost everyone was kinda convinced that jikook had grown distant and were not as close anymore in chapter two, how do u explain them choosing to go together, being joined at the hip for 18 months? Plus they have to have talked about this at some point way before they applied. So while many of us sat here thinking they were not as close anymore, they were making plans to enlist together as buddies? Why would they even consider this if they weren’t really close to each other and if they were still so close to each other enough to consider using this option, why did they both sometimes act like they were a little distant?

I can understand not wanting things to be so obvious but u could really tell that Jimin especially seemed very…, i dunno, different about Jk in chapter two. I don’t know of i’m making alot of sense rn or if u even understand where i’m coming from (i hope u do) but i’d love to hear what u think.

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Oh god. I wish you sent me this ask an hour ago when I was still sober because I really want to answer this right this moment but there's at least 6 fingers of Lagavulin in me. Sorry in advance for whatever you read below - I've been told I ramble and I'm more of a cunt when I'm intoxicated.

I want to say I told you so. It was clear that whatever distance jikook showed in Chapter 2 was self-imposed. It looked like a caricature of what an actual breakup would look like, in my opinion. And mind you, I've never been certain that jikook are dating. They might not be and it wouldn't make a real difference to what we've all observed them to be: something more to each other than whatever is normal.

Any distance that showed in Chapter 2 was simply spatial. The way I saw it, Chapter 2 was a period for each member to present themselves to the world as individuals. It's something I believe every member took extremely seriously. It's possibly one reason Jungkook agonized over his album to the point Bang PD intervened and we thankfully got Golden. Chapter 2 was a big deal for them. Necessary. At the same time, all the boys know the narratives they have in the fandom. They know there's a faction of fans who believe either Jimin or Jungkook uses the other to remain popular in the fandom, they likely know most of the least flattering ones floating around. They know external critics are also likely to conflate their individual efforts and motives, whether positively or negatively.

I think it was important for every member to present themselves as a singular artist in Chapter 2, and this was even moreso for jikook because of their reputation of being stuck at the hip and/or overly dependent on each other. So on one hand I think they were more careful about showing their intimacy because of external critics and perceptions, but I also think they did it for themselves. They've always had lives outside each other and they had things they needed to pay attention to in any case, with enlistment looming over the horizon.

But now that it's happened, it feels very obvious that if they had the chance to do the Buddy program, they'd do it. I think part of what you're asking Anon, is which came first - did they decide to 'appear distant' in Chapter 2 before they decided to enlist together? Or was it afterwards?

Personally, I don't think it matters much which came first. They have always and always were going to choose each other. Jikook excite me because they are literally always jikooking. I'm not sure if people think I'm joking whenever I say it, but I mean it when I say I don't worry one second about those lads because they are always jikooking.

Even while they were apparently not so close in Chapter 2, some of those times they looked tormented. What was Jungkook thinking going live, just to stare at Jimin's tattooed chest in SMF Pt 2?

What was that bit with JK naked in bed and Jimin saying he could handle him? Jikook were messy as hell during their supposed 'distance' in Chapter 2 lool. Whether or not they were fucking a girl on the side makes no difference to how I think about what's gone down in the last 18 months, and it likely won't influence what I think of them during the next 18 months.

#jikook #jimin #jungkook

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gh0stsp1d3r · 9 months

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𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

a/n- this is gonna be a mini series, this is just the first part!! This is pre!hatbox Alastair, but there will be hatbox!alastair in the next one :3

Warnings- mentions of abuse, this is long, maybe ooc? Not a lot to work with for him but I love him 😭

“Alastair!” You yelled when he had started to walk away from the house, his cuts and bruises scattered along his face.

He turned around at the sound of your voice, waiting for you to catch up.

He mumbled your name when you did. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to ask-“ you started, but stopped when you noticed his beat up face. You furrowed your eyebrows, he just continued to walk and you walked beside him, matching his pace.

“What happened back there? Are you okay?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.” He lied.

Everything in him wanted to scream at you for not noticing.

“Where are you going?”

“Nowhere.”

“Well you have to be going somewhere-“ you said, a little confused.

“Please- just- go back home.” He said, turning to you again and walking faster.

You stopped in your tracks for a moment, hurt slightly by his words.

Then you caught back up.

“Alastair.” You said his name, softly this time.

He didn’t answer, just continuing to walk.

“Alastair. Did something happen again- with your dad?”

That was when he looked the opposite way, tears in his eyes.

“You could’ve told me.” You mumbled quietly, he turned to face you again, the salty tears now running down his face.

You’ve always been there for him, ever since you both were around 6 or 7, you’ve always been there. And you both were 13 now, and he was running away, with no place actually in mind.

So that’s how you both started to travel the world, him having his plans for revenge.

Although you didn’t quite agree with it, you’ve seen the abuse and mistreatment he endured. You understood it, but tried to get him to do other things.

At this point, you both had kissed. That’s about as far as it had gone. Still holding onto the title of friends. You were 18, him a few months older.

But he was thinking of marrying you, eventually. He was planning on it once this whole trip was done.

His plan was to rise up in the ranks, which was working fairly well at the moment. You both had stayed in a quiet, small place for the time being, as to not attract attention.

Years later, he was known as a wealthy tycoon, and he had travelled back to Louisiana with you by his side, and you still reluctant about his plan.

You’ve both been walking for hours, taking short breaks in between.

“Alastair, are you sure about this?” You asked again.

“I’m sure.” He said firmly.

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Soon after he had owned the house, he cleaned it up and fixed it up.

With the help of you, it was clean and ready for his first big party. He was happy his father was dead, and Alastair wasn’t feeling like his old self. This felt different to you. You had a weird feeling about him, but stood by him nonetheless during the party.

The ring box in his pocket felt heavy, and for once in his life, Alastair was nervous. You’d been chatting with people, he watched from a distance. He saw multiple familiar faces, the people who had once betrayed him and shunned him away now with him, in this very room.

After chatting and talking with a few others you went back up to Alastair.

You both overlooked everyone downstairs,it was quite beautiful to see everyone dancing and having fun.

Then he suddenly grabbed your hand, you both walking down the stairs.

You giggled, asking him where you were going.

He didn’t answer as you were led to the front door, almost tripping on a rock before he grabbed your waist.

You stood back up and he guided you towards two small chairs, obviously meant for children.

“Can’t believe these are still here.” You mumbled, eyes going wide.

“I saw them when we walked in. The first day we came. You were probably too tired to notice.” He said with a small shrug, smile on his face.

You laughed and you both laid down on the grass, staring up at the stars and the night sky.

You both stayed quiet, basking in the beautiful moonlight that shimmered. The beautiful thing about the moon was that it stood out from all the stars, despite there being millions and millions of stars in the sky.

He thought of you like that, ever since you both were children.

He turned to you finally, and he stood back up.

“Come on. We should go back.”

You frowned, slightly upset that the moment couldn’t last longer but nodded anyways.

And you were in front of him, when you turned back you saw him on his knees, ring box open in his hand, a beautiful, expensive, elegant diamond ring in the middle.

Your eyes went wide, and the corners of your mouth went up.

“I love you. I always have loved you. Will you marry me?” It was short, but it was all you needed to hear, you smiled and you bent down, kissing him. He smiled and stood up again, your legs around his waist as you both kissed.

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dragon-kazansky · 2 years

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Biggest regret

Gender neutral reader

Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky x Reader

Requested by @iceicebabyyx

His biggest regret was that argument. It escalated beyond anything he wanted, but he gave you what you wanted. Would you still be waiting for him 6 months later?

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You loved him. There was no denying that. You had never been more in love with anyone than you had with Tom Kazansky. But you also have never felt more alone.

It was perfect in the beginning. You knew what dating a pilot would mean, but it seemed to work. Any chance that he got to spend with you, he was always right there beside you. All those dates he would take you on, you loved every single one. All those unforgettable nights spent together. It was special.

Now you just felt alone.

The time spent with you was growing shorter and shorter. His training sessions seemed longer. He would go out and meet his friends on more occasions. He was always doing something. You’d ask him to come spend time with you and his answer became, “sorry, I have plans. Next time.”

Next time never came.

You began to grow scared. Was it possible he was falling out of love with you? Did his feelings change? Your heart couldn’t bear the thought. You had never loved someone like him before, and now it seemed it was over. You felt neglected.

You had been neglected before. Tom knew this. Your last relationship, it wasn’t a happy one. It had broken you. You were broken again.

You can hear Tom come home. The door closes behind him and you tense up. You needed to confront him. You needed to tell Tom how you felt. It needed to come out into the open.

You make your way downstairs.

Tom is in the kitchen, grabbing a drink from the fridge. You walk into the kitchen and look at him. He was so out of your league anyway. You never quite understood how you managed to get yourself a man like him. Sexy, handsome, talented. It felt like a dream. It was a dream. Now a shattered one.

“Tom?”

He looks up. Blue eyes landing on you. You feel yourself almost melt under his gaze.

“I need to talk to you.”

Tom closes the fridge door and turns to you. His expression is still. He doesn’t know what you’re going to say. You’re not sure if that’s good or not.

“Do you love me, Tom?”

He lets out a laugh. That hurts.

“What are you saying? Of course I do.”

“I’m not so sure you do anymore,” you say, trying do hard to keep looking at him. You feel the need to turn away though. Still, you meet his stunning blue eyes.

“What are you going on about?”

“I feel alone, Tom. I feel neglected. You hardly spend time with me anymore. We don’t talk like we used to. I don’t feel loved any more. I should have known what he had was too good to be true. I can’t believe I let myself think we would be OK.”

He stares at you, but his eyes feel cold.

“I feel exactly as how my last partner made me feel. What even is the point of me being in relationship if everyone just grows bored of me?” You begin to cry. Tom doesn’t move.

“Are you being serious?” He asks.

That wasn’t what you were hoping for in a response.

“Of course I am! You hardly spend time with me! You don’t even hold me like you used to. What else am I suppose to think?” You ask.

“Have you tried not being so selfish? I have a life outside of us too, you know. Friends, family, my job. You remember my job, don’t you? It’s kind of important,” he states, looking at you harshly.

“I know that! I know what your work means to you. I knew that when I agreed to going out with you, but now I don’t even get to see you! I think we need a break. I need a break.”

Tom slams his drink down on the counter and grinds his teeth.

“Well, don’t I have good news for you then, sweetheart.”

You stare at him, confusion taking over.

“I have a 6 month long mission coming up. I leave next week,” he tells you.

Now you’re in shock.

“When were you going to tell me? The day you leave?” You hiss.

He doesn’t answer.

“How long have you known?” You ask, sensing something else here.

“Days.”

You let out a sob. He already knew about this mission and wasn’t even going to mention it.

“Fine. Go on your stupid mission. I won’t be here when you get back. In fact, I’ll leave tonight, save you the trouble. I’m obviously just wasting your time and space.”

You turn on your heel and run off, heading upstairs to pack a bag.

Tom stands in the kitchen watching you go. He hears you run up the stairs. He doesn’t move. If this is what you wanted, then fine. He would be fine.

When you come back downstairs, he is sitting at the kitchen table. His eyes meet yours. You say nothing. You have a suitcase in hand. Without exchanging any words, you leave the house. He watches the front door close and listens to your car leaving.

You’re gone.

Tom sighs as he stares at the front door. He’ll be fine. He’ll have 6 months to forget about you. This is what you want.

This is what you want.

6 months without you. 6 months of thinking about you. 6 months of wondering what you’re doing. Are you keeping well? Are you eating properly? Are you sleeping alright? Are you looking after yourself? Are you thinking of him?

Tom thought that the 6 months would be a time he could let go. He would focus on his work and come home to a fresh start. Only, as he stands in front of his house, it no longer feels like home. There is obviously no sign of your car outside. When he goes in, there is no sign of you anywhere. Clearly, during his deployment, you came back and taken everything that was yours. As far as anyone was concerned, you had never lived here.

The house was quiet. He hated it.

Tom dumps his things by the door and walks further into the house. He stares blankly into the kitchen. The place where the argument took place. The place he broke you heart, and where you broke his.

He deserved it.

During those 6 months, he realised what he had been doing to you. When you told him about your past relationship, about what your partner had done to you, he swore he would never make you feel like that. That he loved you forever and always and could never imagine letting you feel forgotten and alone. Tom promised you would never feel like that again.

But he did just that.

He spent so much time with other people, he neglected to make any time with you. The dates came to a stop. No more movie nights. No more walks in the park. He stopped inviting you to join him at the bar. He stopped telling you about his nights, about his training, about his friends.

He had pushed you out and made you feel alone.

6 months on and his heart was yearning for you. He had brushed Slider’s offer to go out for drinks when they got back, needing sometime to think. To think about you. God, he missed you. He missed your smile, your laugh, the sound of your voice.

Tom Kazansky was hopelessly in love with you and he lost the best thing that had ever happened to him.

A lot can happen in 6 months. He knows that much.

What were you doing now? Did you find someone to be happy with? Was someone out there treasuring you the way he should have? Was someone out there making you smile and laugh?

You deserved to be happy and to be loved by someone who can give you what you want.

Tom regretted not chasing after you that night. He regretted not going upstairs and stopping you from packing. He regretted not telling you how much he adores you. How much he worshipped the very ground you walked on.

He was so in love with you it hurt.

He has never left that house faster than he did just then. He is out the door and in his car before anyone could even comprehend about what he was doing. He had to find you. He had to know you were OK. He needed to know what you were doing and if you were happy.

There was only one place he could think to go.

If anyone knew where you were and what you were doing, your best friend would. As soon as he arrived a their place, he parked up and hurried to their door, knocking loudly. The door swung open, your friend ready to start a fight with whoever had come to bother them, only to stop short when they see Tom.

“Oh, it’s you.”

“Where are they?” He asks.

“Why do you care?” They bite back.

“Just tell me where they are.”

Your best friend crosses theirs arms and stares him down. He is not in the mood for games.

“You really hurt them, you know that?”

“I do know that.”

“Why did you fuck up so badly then?” They ask.

“Because, despite all that I try to be, I’m an idiot who can’t see what he has until it’s gone. I love them more than anything and I did the one thing I promised I wouldn’t. I’m an asshole who let someone amazing walk away, and I’ve been gone 6 months. I’ve had time to think. Time to realise. I just want to see them. Are they happy? Tell me that much.”

Your friend stares at him. Their expression has softened.

“They’re down at the beach. The same spot for the past 6 months, every day like clockwork. You’ll know where to go.”

He does. He does know.

He thanks your friend and leaves. Your friend stands at the door and watches him go. They watch his car disappear.

“Just don’t hurt them again,” they mutter, before heading back inside.

Tom makes it to the beach. He parks up quick, not actually paying attention to if the car is straight or not. He takes off down the beach until he reaches the exact spot he told you he loved you. He comes to a stop.

There you are.

Sitting in the sand, knees up to your chest, eyes cast out to the sea. You’re breath taking. Tom feels himself falling in love with you all over again.

You haven’t spotted him.

He gets over himself and walks closer.

“This spot taken?” He asks, coming to stand near you. Your head turns so quick, he’s concerned you’ll suffer whiplash.

You scramble up to your feet quickly.

“Tom?”

“Hello, sweetheart,” he offers a small smile.

It dawns on you. 6 months. It’s been that long already. You try to gather yourself. You’re embarrassed to be found here.

“You’re back.”

“Yes.”

You don’t know what else to say to him.

Tom says your name. You feel your heart wanting to leap out of your chest. You missed that sound so much. The way he would say your name, it made you feel things.

“Tom...”

“I’m an idiot. The biggest idiot on the planet. I didn’t see what I was doing to you and it kills every time I think about that night. I lost the best thing I ever had and I hate myself for it. Being away for 6 months was a long and agonizing time. You walking out was probably the best thing you ever did for yourself because it spared you the waiting for me to come home, but I need you to know something. Know this, that if I could go back to that night, I would do things differently. I would chase you, stop you from leaving. I would call your name and declare my feelings for you for everyone to hear. I’m in love with you and I ruined the best thing I ever had going for me. I only got back an hour ago and all I’ve done is look for you and think about you.”

He takes a deep breath as he looks at you with big sad blue eyes.

“If you’ve moved on, tell me now and I will leave you be. I won’t ever come looking for you again. Just know I still love you. I never stopped. All I did was turn into someone I never wanted to be. I broke my promise and I will never forgive myself for that.”

You’re crying. He seems to have a knack for that. He hates that all he does is cause you tears. This time he steps forward and pulls you into his chest. You cling to him and cry into his shirt. He still smells just as good as you remember, and his hugs are still the best.

“I never moved on,” you whisper. “I waited. I waited 6 months for something I may never have again. I still love you, Tom. I shouldn’t, but I do.”

He smiles and kisses the top of your head.

“If you still want me in your life, tell me now. I will NOT make the same mistake twice. I love you, so much.”

You smile and look up at him.

“I love you too. Please don’t abandon me.”

The way he holds you, looks at you, smiles at you, tells you everything.

“Never again.”

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artiststarme · 1 year

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What If Steve Were To Leave Hawkins? Part 8

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

This part is somewhat happier than the others, hope you guys like it! As always, let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist. I still plan to write several more parts over the coming days.

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Steve stared at the phone in confused disbelief at the fact that firstly, the kids had found out that he’s been in contact with Eddie nearly the entire time and secondly, that Eddie had hung up on him. Succinctly and politely but still. He was concerned for Eddie. He had been on the receiving end of the kids’ wrath on a few momentous occasions. God knows that he would never wish their anger upon anyone, much less Eddie.

Eddie. The man that reciprocated his feelings and was interested in pursuing Steve even despite their awful miscommunication errors. Steve was thrilled that Eddie still held an interest for him and would be willing to visit him in Chicago. He loved it there but he had never felt so alone outside of his hometown and from underneath the thumbs of his parents.

But he was mostly concerned about the angry kids situation. So, he gave it thirty minutes before he called the trailer’s new landline. No answer. So, he waited a moment and called again.

“Munson residence,” an old, clearly not Eddie’s, voice answered.

“Um, hi Mr. Munson. It’s Steve. Is Eddie okay, he said the kids found out and he sounded upset.”

Steve heard a muffled muttering, probably Mr. Munson asking Eddie if he wanted to talk to Steve and a vicious affirmation on Eddie’s part. Then, Eddie’s voice filled the line. It was still croaky which clued Steve into the fact that he had been upset enough to cry. “Heya, Stevie.”

“What happened? Are you okay? Did you talk to the kids?”

Eddie sighed, “less talked to and more got screamed at but yeah, I talked to the kids.”

Steve grew even more concerned at his toneless and tired explanation. ��What did they say?”

Eddie released a small but sardonic laugh, “oh you know, the usual. I’m a coward and a liar. Who knew, right?”

“Eddie…” Steve knew that the other boy saw the term coward to be the worst thing you could call anyone. He knew that he still struggled with guilt for running from Chrissy on that first night all those months ago. And he knew that being called a coward by the kids, the only people he didn’t run from that fateful week, would fuck with his head. Maybe he would appreciate a distraction? “Does Wayne work tonight?”

Eddie confusedly confirmed, “yes… he works nearly every night.”

Steve’s heart fluttered with nerves. “Do you want to spend a couple of days with me in Chicago? You can get away from the kids for a while and have some fun?”

Eddie sighed once more, “that sounds great Stevie but I don’t think I should drive like this. My hands are still fucking shaking. I can’t drive for hours tonight but I appreciate the thought, big boy.”

Well that just won’t do. Steve had the next three days off while the coffee shop was being painted and remodeled. He had nothing but time and you better believe he was willing to do anything to put a smile back on Eddie’s face after those damned kids had made it disappear.

“Alright, start packing your bag. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be there in like four hours.”

“What? No, Steve I don’t want you driving so long either. It’s almost dark out. Steve,” Steve cut him off without regret.

“Okay Eds, see you soon! Bye!”

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Eddie stared at the phone for a moment before shrugging to himself and moving to his room to pack his bag. There was no arguing with the guy. But there was an adventure to be had!

He was still extremely upset about the kids’ reaction to him talking to Steve and their subsequent insults. His hands were still fucking shaking and his breath was still short. But it was fine. Steve was coming back and they would go to the city together. He didn’t know how he would be getting back to Hawkins but that’s fine. He’d figure that out later.

He was interrupted from his musings when Wayne gently knocked on the open door. “Hey Eddie, I’m heading ta work. Ya gonna be alright by yourself?”

He felt bad, he’s put his uncle through some major shit over the years and the old man still cared about him. “I’m sorry Uncle Wayne, I didn’t mean to cry all over you. I’ll be fine. Steve is coming over tonight and we’re gonna go to Chicago tomorrow. He wants to show me the sights.”

Uncle Wayne hummed and narrowed his eyes. “Ya coming back?”

Eddie huffed and broke a smile. “Course I’m coming back. Can’t leave you here all by your lonesome.”

Uncle Wayne nodded and gave him a small, crooked smile. “I’ll see ya in the mornin’, kid.”

Once he left and Eddie heard his truck drive off down the gravel driveway, Eddie started a frantic clean of his room and the rest of the trailer. It wouldn’t be the first time Steve had been there but it would be the first time since they were… more. Friends that confessed to having crushes for the other and falling in love before a miscommunication apparently didn’t ruin everything. Yeah, not complicated at all.

He did the dishes, wiped down the counters and cabinets, threw every sour smelling item of clothing he had on the floor into a laundry basket, changed his sheets, and dusted the living room. Then, with roughly two hours left before Steve arrived, he started packing his favorite clothes into his old backpack and grabbed some cassettes from his van. It was a long drive to the city and you better believe he wasn’t going to be listening to Steve’s shit. He wouldn’t be caught dead listening to Tears for Fears or ABBA, thank you very much.

When he heard a knock on the door, he was a little confused. With a quick glance at the clock on the wall, he determined that Steve would still be driving for another thirty minutes at least. So who the hell was darkening his doorstep? He tentatively walked glanced through the window to see an irate Robin glaring at the door. Oh no. Eddie considered not answering but his choice was taken from him when she started yelling.

“Eddie! I know you’re in there, you doofus. I can see your van! Open the door or I will break it down. Don’t make me get Nancy and have her shoot it!”

Eddie quickly opened the door and leaned against the door jam. “Why hello, Robin. Lovely weather we’re having. What brings you to my humble abode?”

She shoved past him before turning and glaring at him. He shut the door gently and took a deep breath before turning to face her. “Why wouldn’t you tell me that he called you? I haven’t talked to him since the day he hung up on us at Family Video. You know that I’m worried about him. He’s my best friend and he hasn’t called me again. I thought he might’ve been murdered and thrown into a ditch or something. Here I am thinking he’s dead and you’ve been talking to him? How much, everyday? Meanwhile I’ve been worrying my ass off. I’m hurt that you didn’t consider that,” She rambled angrily.

Eddie’s eyes widened and he flapped his hands around as if to dispel her words. “No! I know you’re worried about him and I wasn’t keeping it a secret to hurt you or anything. I just, he asked me not to tell anyone. I think he’s scared of what you guys might say. And I worried if I did tell you guys and he found out then he would stop talking to me and none of us would be able to contact him. It just… it wasn’t my secret to tell.”

They were both silent for a minute before Robin nodded and slugged him in the arm. “Look, I get it. But I’m still mad you didn’t tell me. When the kids visited me at work to tell me, I was really hurt. I thought we were close enough that you wouldn’t keep secrets from me. But I can’t be upset that you kept a promise to the dingus. He needs everyone he has right now. Do you have any more secrets you’d like to share?”

Eddie pursed his lips to hide a mischievous smile. The cat was so far out of the fucking bag now. “Not really. I mean, unless you count Steve coming to pick me up to take me back to where he’s been staying. Nothing big.”

Robin looked at him blankly for a minute but when they both saw headlights through the window, she jumped up and smacked him in the chest. “Son of a bitch, Eddie! He’s here?”

Eddie smiled, “yeah, he’s here.”

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Egg Hunts & Bunny faces

Requested by @iloveneilperry

Hi I was wondering if you could do a timothee x reader (the bunny Story yk) because Easter’s is coming up could you make a story about the anniversary from when Timmy proposed her on easter (your past story) and it’s them doing the easter hunt but with the 2 kids and they talk about this is why I proposed to her and Timmy adds a surprise to the night or something like that if that makes sense.

Wordcount: 5.5K+

Description: Easter is big deal in the Chalamet household. The Egg hunt grants a year-long bragging rights, but between disagreements, kisses, and candy there is nothing more important to Timmy and Bunny than their family.

A/N: I don’t think I will ever been sick of writing for this family. I loved writing this, thank you so much for your request, I hope you enjoy it and it was what you had in mind. Happy Easter to everyone that celebrates.

Also here is the link to my first Easter fic from last year.

Warning: Fluff, adorable family time, blink and you miss it angst.

“Oh my goodness, Timothee you are being dramatic,” You sighed as you help Elle tie a bow on her little spring dress. “There you go, darling. Why don’t you go help your sister get dressed.” You smiled, kissing her forehead.

Smiling she nodded, pausing at her father before leaving. “How do I look, Papa?” She asked twirling around in her little white dress.

Wiping the frustration off his face, he kneeled down to his daughter’s level, cupping her face. “You, Brielle, look absolutely beautiful.”

“Like a little fairy princess?”

“You took the words right out of my mouth. A very lovely fairy princess,” He said, kissing her nose.

“I thought so. I feel very princess-like. Thank you, papa,” she said before skipping out of the room.

You both chuckled at her antics, watching her go. Timmy moves to sit on the edge of your bed, sighing. “I can’t believe she’ll be 8 soon. And Fuck Lena’s gonna be 6. They are growing up too fast.” He whined, dramatically throwing himself back onto the bed.

Rolling your eyes you moved to straddle his waist, wrapping your arms under his head. “They are still very young. Don’t worry, they won’t be moving out anytime soon.” You assured him, kissing him.

Sitting up more, Timmy deepened the kiss, cradling the back of your head. “And we have another on the way,” He mumbled moving one of his hands to touch your growing stomach. You were a little over 3 months along and had a hint of a belly.

You had already told both sides of the family and the girls, who screamed so loudly and were already talking baby names for their little sibling. Neither you nor Timmy cared what you had as long as the baby was healthy.

“Can’t wait to kick you out of the bed and make you go get me cream cheese from Marco’s,” you giggled, pecking his lips.

“I am more than looking forward to it. Mood swings and all. It’s my job to look out for you and our little one.” He said, kissing your chest. “Which leads us back to the discussion at hand,” he started.

You groaned, instantly getting off of his lap. You had almost forgotten your “discussion” as your husband like to refer to it. “We could have kept kissing and put it all behind us, but nope you couldn’t do that.” You said, frustrated, walking into your closet to get ready.

Timmy scoffed, following after you. “This is something that needs to be talked about. Stop trying to blow me off about it.”

“My body, Timothee so you have no opinion.”

“Last I checked it was also my baby you are carrying.”

“Do you honestly think I would put our child at risk?” You asked, turning around to face him. You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at him.

“I’m not saying that. I just want you to be more cautious.”

“So I can’t talk care of my child and my body? I’m stupid?”

Timmy groaned. Already regretting his words from earlier about loving your mood swings. “Stop putting words in my mouth.”

“Why don’t you just stop talking together and we won’t have a problem.”

“Bunny really?”

You just glared at him in reply. You were stubborn and felt insulted by his words. You would never do anything to harm your child. He had to know how much you wanted this baby and would move heaven and hell for them.

“You are difficult to talk to when you are like this.”

“Talk to or talk at?”

“Stop it.”

“You stop it.”

Timmy groaned again shaking his head. “I’m not going to fucking do this with you. You are acting like I am asking the impossible. Just don’t paint your face.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t fucking curse at me.”

The “discussion” you two were having has been going on for a few days. It was Easter and it was a tradition in your family to have an egg hunt and split into two teams. The bunny ears and the bunny faces. You’ve been a bunny face since you were a child, before even meeting your husband and he got involved with the family games.

You both loved the egg hunt. You’ve been the captains of the two teams since you were teens. You loved hunting with your younger cousins and now you got to play and hunt with your own children. It was something you all looked forward to all year long.

But because you were pregnant, Timmy wanted you to sit this game out. He didn’t want you to fall over or most important he didn’t want you to paint your face with the face paint for your team. You thought he was being ridiculous, but he was serious about your pregnancy this time around, he didn’t want you to take any chances and he read that paint could be harmful.

You already spoke with your mother, she was in charge of buying the paint and the ears each year and she assured you that the paint was safe water-based paint that was fine to use while pregnant, she even brought a few different water-based ones that the normal used one, but Timmy was not hearing even of it.

“Why are you so hell-bent on this? You are going to be on the team either way. Why do you need to paint your face.”

“Because I’m an adult and I can. Who are you to tell me what to do.”

He blinked at you. “Umm, your husband, the father of your children, the man that doesn’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Why are you being like this? I was pregnant with both Brielle and Helena during Easter and you didn’t have a problem.”

“With Brielle, you were too sick to hunt or paint your face.”

“And Helena?”

Timmy was silent for a moment. His eyes filled and he tilted his head to keep them from falling. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, all the anger leaving your body as you watched your husband try to control his emotions.

“Timmy-” You were interrupted by Helena shouting for Timmy.

He wiped his eyes. “Fine. Do whatever the fuck you want to do.” He said, leaving the closet and going to check on Lena.

You stared at the place he stood a moment ago, completely confused. You hated fighting with Timmy. After years of being married, of course, you two fought, but you never got used to it. He was your person and you hated hurting him.

You got dressed quietly, trying to understand what was going on. He was right, you were sick on Easter when you were pregnant with Elle. You were 9 months pregnant and barely made it through the car ride to your Nana’s house, but with Lena ,two years later, you weren’t as far along and hunted fine.

Sighing you blinked away tears. “You are making mommy emotional, bagel bite.” You said to your unborn child. “And your father is going to drive me to murder one of these days.” You said putting on your shoes and going off to find your little family.

Timmy and the girls were downstairs waiting for you. Lena's dress was a pink version of her sister’s. They both wore little white flats and were buzzing around the living room talking about how many eggs they were going to find. Elle was on Timmy’s team, while Lena was on yours.

“You both look lovely,” You said, ignoring your husband completely.

“Thank you, Mommy.” Lena grinned, coming to hug you.

“You look nice too,” Elle said from her place on her place tugging on Timmy’s pants leg. “Papa, can I have one piece of candy before we go?” She asked, batting her lashes at him.

Timmy tried to hide his smile but failed as he picked her up and swung her around the room. “You little munchkin, you already had a piece. You are going to have so many sweets today, let’s take a break yeah?” He asked tickling her stomach.

She laughed, shaking in his hold. “Fine fine, but let’s go. I want to see Nanny.”

“Or you know she will give you sweets while decorating eggs,” You laughed, walking over to them with Lena in your arms.

Timmy's eyes flashed to yours and Lena in your arms. He opened his mouth before sighing and closing it. Thinking better of whatever he was going to say. Putting Elle down, he patted her head. “Why don’t you go get your coat and then we can go.”

“Okay Papa,” she said. “Come on Lena.”

Putting down Lena you walked over to Timmy, grabbing his hand. “Timmy, what’s really going on? Why are you so upset with me?”

“I’m not upset with you.”

“You aren’t even looking at me.”

He looked at you then, his eyes sad and full of frustration. “I’m annoyed, bunny. I’m sorry. I’m annoyed and I’m scared.” He whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I don’t want anything to happen to you, or our baby.”

You closed your eyes, feeling completely stupid for not realizing earlier. Your pregnancy with Elle was fine, barely any issues came up and she was born on time with no hiccups, but Lena was different. During your last few months, you struggled a lot. In and out of the hospital with both you and the baby at high risk of dying.

“Baby. I’m fine and our bagel bite is fine. I know you are worried. I worry too, but things are fine, stressing about a what-if is only going to make things worse. We can’t live in fear and snap at each other. I’m sorry I didn’t realize why you were so concerned. Forgive me.”

Timmy dropped to his knees, cupping your small bump, kissing your clothed skin soothingly. “I’m sorry. I know I’m being irrational, but I can’t stop thinking about how miserable you were and then how tiny and fragile she was. And how I almost lost you both. I’m barely sleeping sometimes because of it.” He confessed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked softly, combing through his hair.

“I didn’t want to worry you, but god it sounds insane, but I was thinking of things that were different about the two pregnancies and the face paint is all I could think of,” he said, quietly into your stomach.

“Timmy, baby, I’m so sorry. I wish I knew that was the reason, I should have never tossed away your concerns and gotten defensive. But the paint had nothing to do with any of that.”

He sniffled nodding. “I know but I just got so obsessed with it. I’m sorry for being an ass. Fuck, I was awful. I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m supposed to be looking out for you and I’m fucking things up.”

In your bliss for having another child, it seemed you both had forgotten the emotional toll it can take on you both. How the fears never go away even if this was your third child. “We need to work on our communication. It does neither of us any good if we are snapping at each and not talking.”

“Papa? Why are you crying?”

Looking up you saw both of the girls peeking into the room with concerned and confused faces. Timmy sniffled, pulling back from your stomach to look at the girls. “Come here Mes poissons, ” he said opening his arms.

They quickly ran over to him wrapping his arms around them, and squeezing them to his chest. Both their little arms wrapped around his neck squeezing him back.

“Papa, what’s wrong?” Lena asked.

“Nothing. I just love you both so much. And your mom and our little baby. I don’t want anything to happen to you all. You’re my whole world.”

Elle pulled back from her father, staring into his eyes. “Papa don’t worry. Nothing is going to happen. We have you to take care of us. Protect us like a knight.” She said patting his cheek.

Timmy laughed, more tears falling down his face at her words. You leaned down to their level. Placing a kiss on Timmy’s cheek you wiped his tears. “He is our knight and he looks after us as we look after him. That’s what family does, take care of each other.”

“Yes. We are family and we take care of each other,” Lena repeated, wrapping her arms around you as well.

You all hugged in silence for a few moments before Elle broke the silence. “Can we go to the party now? I want chocolate.”

Timmy laughed kissing her forehead. “Oh way to ruin a nice family moment,” He teased, getting to his feet and helping you get up. Timmy kissed you sweetly before breaking away with a wide smile on his face. “Okay enough of the sadness. We love each other now let’s go have some fun yeah?

The girls cheered nodding and running towards the front door. You grabbed Timmy’s hand kissing the back of it. “Are we okay?” You asked.

Timmy nodded, “We are more than alright. I know I need to stop worrying so much. I just love you all so much.”

“We love you as well. And we can make a doctor's appointment for this week and talk to the doctors about all our concerns.”

“I would love that.”

“Papa and Mommy, come on,” Lena whined from the front door.

“Timmy you are raising little monsters,” You teased.

“Those are all your traits. Impatient and bossy? Bunny that is you all the way.”

“You like how bossy I am. And you are just as impatient.” You said walking out of the house.

“Agree to disagree.”

“Hmm. Girls, is Papa impatient?” you asked as you helped them into the car.

“Very impatient.”

“The most” They teased their father.

“Wow. Hopefully, Bagel Bite takes my side.”

“Bagel bite is going to be my little baby. They will take my side.” Lena boasted.

“No, they are going to be mine and make food with me and learn math with me,” Elle argued.

“No no. I thought you teach me math?” Lena whined.

“I can teach you both.”

“Okay. That’s fine.”

You and Timmy made eye contact at how adorable your girls were. You were forever grateful that your children got along well and you hoped they would always be close and that your third child easily slot in with their older siblings.

“Look at you glowing,” Your nana said the moment she saw you, pulling you into a hug, then Timmy. “Oh, Timmy you get even more handsome every time I see you. So talented and cute, my grandson.” She said pinching his cheeks.

Timmy grinned, kissing both her cheeks. “And you look younger each time I see you. I’ll have to fight the men away from you soon,” he teased.

She flushed at his words patting his cheek affectionately. “Now my little babies. Don’t you both look like little angels.” She said, ushering them into her arms and into the living room. “And just in time to decorate eggs with everyone else.”

“Thank goodness. I thought we would never get here,” Elle sighed, happily hugging her back.

“Worried all the candy would be gone is more like it,” you teased.

“Well there is plenty of both for everyone,” Nana whispered to the girls, taking both of their hands and walking into the kitchen with you and Timmy trailing behind.

Sitting down in a chair next to the girls, Timmy pulled you into his lap, squeezing your waist. You smiled, kissing his cheek.

“Yuck, don’t kiss in front of the eggs,” Lena gagged. Causing all the adults in the room to laugh.

“You paint your eggs,” you said, tapping her on the nose. “And Elle slow down with the chocolate only one more until after lunch.”

“Okay, Mommy,” she said, mouth full of chocolate.

“You know-” Timmy started, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it “-It was on Easter when I asked you to marry me, remember?”

“You asked Mommy to marry you on Easter?” Lena asked looking over at the two of you.

“Yup. After an egg hunt. I was very sneaky. Your mother had no idea.”

“Really?” Elle asked.

“I had no idea. We were together for a few years and we talked about getting married and having little angels like you two, but I was off guard,” you said, smiling widely thinking about that day.

You couldn’t help but stare at your ring. It was beautiful, yes, but that didn’t matter to you. The only thing that mattered to you is that you were going to marry the love of your life. You knew you loved Timmy and wanted forever with him. You knew he felt the same way, but it was different with a ring on your finger. With the promise of marriage and a family, two of the things you wanted most in the world.

“You are staring, bunny.” Timmy chuckled taking your hand and entangling your hands together.

Your eyes moved from the ring to his own which were shining brightly with happiness and love. Your heart squeezed so tightly you could barely breathe. You loved him so deeply, it ran through your blood, in every vein. Cupping the side of his face you kissed him hungrily, deeply, and passionately.

Something cleared their throats causing you to pull away from each other. Your Nana stood in front of you with a small smile on her face and a raised eyebrow. You have forgotten that you were still at your family’s for Easter. Dinner had just ended and everyone was sitting in the living room talking. Mostly your mother and aunts planning the wedding already.

“Sorry. I-I.. It’s her fault,” Timmy said holding his hands up.

You gasped. “Chalamet. Really? Blaming me?”

“Bunny,” he mumbled, kissing the side of your head. “She scares me,” he whispered.

“Nana stop scaring my fiance. I love him,” you laughed, kissing his kiss lovely and patting his curls.

Timmy flushed at your words, turning and digging his nose into your shoulder. “Bunny be nice to me. We are getting married.”

“No no, baby that just means I get to roast you more,” you teased.

“Lucky I love you so much.”

“I am incredibly lucky.”

A flash went off pulling you both away from each other to see your Nana still standing in front of you both, but now with a camera. “You two are the cutest. Timothee, darling I don’t mean to scare you. I’ve known you your whole life. I can not wait for you to officially be my grandson.”

“It is an honor to be welcomed into the family. And to be able to marry Y/n.”

“No don’t call me that. It sounds weird,” You said shaking your head.

“There was a time when you didn’t want me to call you that,” he grinned, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his hold.

“I was a moody teenager then,” you said, snuggling closer to him.

Another flash went off.

“Okay okay. Nana, you have enough,” you laughed.

“Just a few more.”

“So Papa was like a prince hiding rings in trees for the princess to marry?” Elle asked.

“And Mommy was the princess,” Lena added, grinning widely.

“Papa was very much a prince and I was incredibly happy to marry him. And now I have you both and in a few months we will have someone else to love in our family.”

“Do you know what you are having?” One of your cousins asked.

“It’s still a bit too early to know.”

“Well, you are carrying high. You might be having another girl,” Your Nana suggested.

You laughed, never putting much stock into her old wives' tales but always eager to hear and entertain her. “Nana, I barely have a bump so how can you say I am carrying high?”

“It’s a small bump but I can tell it will be high. It’s another girl trust me.” She smiled.

“You said Elle was a boy,” Timmy pointed out, trying to hide his smile.

“Oh shush up you. I’ve had 8 of my own children, I know. Sometimes a clock is wrong,” she said, patting his cheek.

Timmy and you laughed along with everyone else in the room. No one wanted to argue or correct her on the saying. Timmy just patted her hand on her face. “Either way they will be well taken care of with you as their nana.”

“You are my favorite grandson,” She whispered.

When she walked away helping all the children dry the eggs and into the bathroom to wash up for lunch you turned to your husband. “You are such a kiss-up,” you teased, kissing him.

“You are just jealous she likes me more,” Timmy laughed against your lips.

“She said grandson, I am the favorite grandchild.”

“Nope she meant me as the favorite all around.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night Timothee.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“It’s your name.”

“Bunny.”

“Timothee.”

Groaning he pressed his lips harder against yours taking your bottom lip in between his teeth and tugging. You moaned tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him closer. Grinning Timmy pulled away rubbing his thumb on your chin affectionately. “Adorably mean, Bunny, but I love you.”

You smiled widely. “I love you too, Timmy.”

“Love me enough to go easy on me during the hunt?” He questioned.

Scoffing you got up from his lap, offering him your hand to help him up. “Never in a million years. If I let you win, the win won’t feel right. It’s for your own good.”

“My own good? You are insane. I haven’t won in years.”

“That’s a personal problem.” Shrugging you pulled him along into the living room with you.

Once lunch was finished, the children picked out baskets and got their faces painted and ears on, while half the adults hide the eggs and the rest washed dishes. Timmy was washing while you were drying.

He bumped his hip against yours, nodding toward where your mother was painting everyone’s faces. “I can finish up if you want to get your face painted,” he said.

Smiling softly at him, you bumped his hip back. “It’s fine. I don’t think I’ll get my face painted this year.”

“Bunny if this is about earlier. I know I was being unreasonable and I let my fear get to me. I don’t want to ruin Easter for you.”

Washing the last bowl, you wrapped your arm around his waist, laying your head on his shoulder. “Baby I love you so much. And your fear is important to me. I can survive one Easter without paint on my face. Your worries are my worries and I was overreacting this morning.”

Squeezing you to him, Timmy kissed your forehead. “It is your decision. I just want you to know that I want you to be happy and do what you want not what I want. You and our baby are fine and I need to remind myself to not go looking for bad things.”

Nodding in agreement, you kissed his shoulder. “Maybe little whiskers but not a full bunny face. A nice compromise.”

“Mommy come on, time to get your face painted,” Lena said, bouncing into the room, her face already done.

“Okay, little one. I will get painted,” you said, patting her head as you walked passed her.

“Oh little at my little fish. A little bunny today,” Timmy chuckled picking Lena up and swinging her around. “The cutest little bunny.”

“Papa don’t try to be nice. We are on different teams,” she pouted, crossing her arms.

“I’m always nice. And I am just telling my daughter how cute she is and how much I love her,” he said, kissing all over her face.

Lena narrowed her eyes at him. “No tricks? Not trying to know my secrets to winning?”

“Non, mon ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++poisson, je le jure,” he assured.

“Okay. I believe you,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him. “I still won’t go easy on you,” she whispered in his ear.

Timmy laughed “Okay. I will try to hold back tears when you beat me again.”

“Okay and don’t worry, I’ll share some of my candy,” she said, kissing his cheek and wiggling to get down.

Putting her back on the ground, Timm bent down to Lena’s side. “And I’ll share my candy with yours as well.” He smiled, kissing her cheek.

Elle ran into the kitchen wrapping her hand around Timmy’s arm. “Papa, she is on Mommy’s team. Don’t tell secrets and share plans,” She frowned, putting white bunny ears on his head.

“We are not sharing secrets. I don’t cheat.” Lena frowned at her sister.

“I am just making sure. We will win fair and square this year,” Elle said confidently.

Standing up, Timmy took both of their hands. “No matter who wins, we will all have fun, right?”

“Yes yes. Lots of fun,” Lena grinned up at him.

“The best fun. I can’t wait,” Elle also chimed in.

The girls were very competitive with each other, something they got from the two of you. They loved racing and playing games, but the egg hunt was their absolute favorite thing in the world. They talked about it all year long and loved having mock egg hunts throughout the year calling them practice runs.

“Okay now remember guys while our goal is to win and be able to brag about it for the next year, we are here to have fun as well and that is what matters more than winning, okay,” You said to your team.

They nodded and choruses of “yeah” ranged from across the yard from the bunny ears. You couldn’t help but laugh and think about how much has changed in the last few years. You’ve been team caption for years, only because most of your cousins your age grew out of the game, but you loved hunting with the younger ones and now you getting to hunt with your own children made it even better.

You smiled at Lena taking her hand as you walked to meet Timmy’s team. Timmy's eyes met yours and shined with fire and determination. You couldn’t help but laugh at how serious both he and Elle looked. While you would argue that Elle was a mommy’s girl when it came to the egg hunt, she was her father’s biggest fan even if he lost the last few years.

“My loves, I wish you both good luck,” You said.

“Thank you, Mommy, but we won’t need it,” Elle said confidently.

Timmy chuckled but nodded. “Good luck my cute little bunnies.”

Huffing, Elle tugged him closer. “Papa they are not on our team don’t call the cute.”

“Are Mommy and Lena not cute, though?” He teased her.

“Not when they are the enemies.”

“Right right, sorry.” He laughed.

“I think you look cute, Elle,” Lena said.

“Thank you… I like your bunny face,” Elle replied.

“Elle you just told me not to be nice.”

“No. You are always supposed to be nice, papa. She was nice first and I was back, that’s what a good person does. You are hopeless papa,” she said.

“Okay well, on that note, good luck,” you laughed.

Your teams both stood excitedly waiting for the whistle to blow. Timmy blow you a kiss and you smiled putting it in your pocket, causing him to laugh. You blew one back and he dramatically pressed it to his cheek. The whistle blew and then the teams were off.

Lena stayed glued to your side, her hand firmly grasping yours, gasping excitedly every time she found an egg, point them out, and pulled you along to put it in her basket or tell one of the other cousins to grab it.

Timmy and Elle divided and conquered the backyard. Timmy stayed close to the other children and helped them find eggs, lifting them up to get higher-up ones. Elle's face were glued to the ground trying to find the eggs hidden in the grass or under something. She squealed happily every time she added a new one to her basket, running over to show it to her father and proudly telling him the numbers she had.

He praised her and kissed her forehead each time, happily watching as she ran off to find more. His eyes wandered around the yard for you, finding yours already on him. He grinned lovingly, jokingly holding up the egg he just found. You returned his playing with holding up two of your own.

“Ah, Mommy don’t show them.”

“Papa, what are you doing?”

20 minutes later you all gather around to find out who won. Timmy sat in the grass with a lap full of children as he counted the eggs.

“Papa, I think you should count again,” Elle said from his left.

“Do you doubt my counting abilities?” He questioned.

“Maybe, it’s better to double-check. You tell me that with my homework.”

“You are right. Double-checking is important. Why don’t we all count together,” he suggested to his group.

“A horrible counter, Mr. Chalamet? Shameful,” you teased as you walked over sitting across from him. Your team crowding into your lap.

“Papa is the best, we are just making sure to get the umm, papa what’s the word Acura?” Elle asked.

“Acura is a car company love, I think you mean accurate,” he supplied.

“Yeah, accurate, we are just making sure we are accurate,” she said matter of fact.

“We already did that,” Lena said.

“How many did you get, Lena?” She asked her sister.

“48.”

Elle grinned. “Papa let’s count fast.”

“55,56,57…. 66.” Timmy said a few minutes later, causing his whole team to cheer.

Your team groaned, but you quickly cheered them up when you pulled out a bag of chocolate bunnies. “For my loyal bunny faces, we fought beautifully today and while we didn’t win, it’s okay. We had fun and we should be happy for the bunny ears, they were amazing but next year we’ll get them.”

The two teams broke off, yours to eat their chocolate and the other go get ice cream. You stayed in the grass, enjoying the spring breeze. Moving into Timmy’s arms you leaned against him closing your eyes.

“You finally won, it’s been years,” you teased.

“I have to owe my win to my lovely wife. That kiss really worked,” he teased, leaning down and placing a kiss on your lips.

“Is that going to be your speech when you win your next award?” You asked opening your eyes to look up at him.

“Maybe, should I use that for an Oscar win? Feels like an Oscar award-level speech. After an egg hunt wins nothing really compares though.”

“Understandable this is the top, Timmy.” You both laughed as the girls ran back over with their chocolate and ice cream.

“We are going to share.” They announced.

“Really?” Timmy asked.

“Yes, Elle was a very good hunter today, and deserves some chocolate,” Lena started.

“And Helena was a very good hunter and should get some ice cream,” Elle finished, both girls grinned as they climbed into your lap to eat their treats.

“Well, I think all my girls deserve something amazing,” Timmy said, digging into his basket. “Which is why I have a special surprise for all of you,” He pulled out three plastic eggs and handed one to you, then to Elle and Lena.

“What is it, papa?” Elle asked

Lena shook the egg before asking him the same.

“Why don’t you open them and see,” he grinned widely.

Nodding you all open your eggs to reveal a ring sitting in each of them. Instantly you recommended your birthstone on yours and the girls each had their own.

“Timmy, this is beautiful. What’s the occasion?” You asked moving out of his lap to look at him better.

“Well it is the anniversary of when I asked you to marry me, our family is growing this year, and I’ve never loved any of you as much as I love you right now, it will only be topped with how much I love you tomorrow.”

“Papa it’s so pretty. I love it and I love you, thank you.” Lena said, throwing herself into his arms.

“Yeah, papa it’s the prettiest ring ever. I love it so much, not as much as I love you, though,” Elle said, hugging him tightly and kissing his cheek.

“Timmy you are going to make me cry. Stop being so sweet all the time,” You complained with tears in your eyes, kissing him sweetly before joining in the family hug. “We love you so much.”

“Don’t cry, Bunny. I just want to show my girls how much I love them. My life has no meaning without you guys.”

“You are our whole world Timmy,” you said, the girls nodding in agreement.

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