#in all seriousness though don't take the warnings lightly

[143hyunes]

when you help them shave

includes: ot8 x gn reader

genre: domestic fluff, crack(?), sfw

synopsis: you ask your bf if you can help him shave

warnings: implied established relationship, use of nicknames like baby; babe, lots of kissing, suggestive (lee know & seungmin), mention of blood in han's part, extreme **fluff**

wordcount: 2.5k

a/n: i saw a similar hc a while back, so i was hesitating whether i should upload this for the longest time (i've had this in the drafts since January 😭), my version is different from that one though, i can't believe i'm finally posting this. anyways i hope you like this <33 as always reblogs and feedback appreciated !!

CHAN

Days off with Chan were always eventful. Today was one such day and he was in a playful mood. The razor was in your right hand while you held onto his chin, in order to glide the razor easily across his jaw and cheeks. But Chan had other plans, you yelped out in surprise when he pulled your waist against his naked torso, the razor dropping from your hands, luckily the razor was not near his face and he didn’t get hurt. “Christopher! You could’ve seriously gotten hurt, please don’t do that again.”

“Yes ma’am!” He cheekily exclaimed, saluting you. When his hands went back to your waist again, you gave him a glare.

“What? Can’t I be close to my baby?” He said matter of factly. You sighed, you loved his cute antics, the way he was always seeking out your touch even when asleep, if he could he would never leave your side. “Okay, ok, I guess we can compromise.”

You led him out to your shared bedroom, setting the glass with water and shaving cream on the floor. When he sat down, he guided you to sit down on his lap. After you had settled on his lap, you started your handiwork on his face again. 

“All done.” You say grinning, satisfied with your work. “Finally.” He says before pulling you in for a kiss, the kiss is soft, tender and unhurried.

Both of you stop to take a breathe but don’t pull away from each other, almost sharing the same air. “I love you.” His sudden admission makes you blush. “Like I really, really love you.” He enunciated, nuzzling into your neck.

“Then will you make breakfast and do the dishes today?” He giggles.

“Anything for you baby.”

LEE KNOW

Your boyfriend’s insistence on not keeping a straight face was getting troublesome, you had been trying to shave his face for the past half an hour. He kept making goofy, semi scary expressions, you didn’t know how he could have so much control over his features. “Lee Minho, you’re really going to get hurt and ruin your shirt and it won’t be an accident.”

“I won’t hesitate to resort to violence.” You warn him again.

That seemed to make him stop but you should’ve known better, his hand had sneaked around you to get the bottle of the shaving foam. You dodged just in time but his attacks didn’t stop after his failed attempt. He finally managed to get the foam on your face. “You’re such a brat.” You scoffed.

You had to restrain him, that’s the only way you could get work done. Your left hand held both of his wrists behind his back while you used the right to shave his face, you tried to finish as quickly as possible because he could easily break free from your “constraints”. He played along though and was surprisingly cooperative. “Damn, babe I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff.”

“Shut up.” You knew you would not hear the end of it and soon his friends would also start teasing you. After you were done, you playfully, lightly slapped his right cheek. He sent you a skittish glare before caressing your neck and leaning in. You thought he would kiss you but he pulled away at the last moment. 

“Ugh,, you’re such a menace.”

“You know you love it.” You begrudgingly agree, giving his lips a chaste kiss.

CHANGBIN

“Bin, Bin!” You slowly shake his shoulders.”Don't fall asleep on me when I’m shaving your face.” You say while cupping his face, he leans into your touch giving your palm a soft kiss.

“Mhm hmm.” He hums.

You dutifully start shaving the side of his jaw again, when you clean the razor of the foam on it, you feel soft curly hair and hot breathe on your neck as he lays his head down on your shoulder.”Oh my baby is really tired, isn’t he?” You coo, your fingers massaging his scalp and he only lets out a cute grunt still laying on your shoulder. 

“Tell you what, if you let me finish shaving your face, I’ll make pancakes with chocolate chips for you.” That seems to wake him up and he obediently faces you. You laugh at his antics, the way to his heart was truly through food. 

You quickly shave the remaining hairs on his face and give him kisses all over his face. You watch as he snuggles back into the sheets, he looks so cute and endearing, you just want to bite him.

You make the pancake batter and add chocolate chips to it. You flip the last pancake and add it to the stack. Pouring his favourite apple juice into a glass, you take it and the plate of pancakes to him, you knock on the door to wake him up. He gives you a smile that you would kill for. 

His takes his first bite and smiles up at you again. “Really delicious, babe.” he says his mouthful of the pancake, he lifts his fork up for you to taste your creation. He always does this, sharing his food and feeding it to you too. 

After he’s done eating, he convinces you to take a nap with him. You can never resist him and the way his arms around you make you feel warm and safe. Slumber soon finds the both of you as you cuddle.

HYUNJIN

Hyunjin’s leaning against the wash basin, lowering his body so you can easily shave his face, he holds onto your waist for support. His hands are rubbing small circles on your waist and he’s humming along to one of your favourite songs that plays from the bluetooth speaker. Quiet nights like this where you have his undivided attention make you so giddy. 

Hyunjin always liked to hold intense eye contact, something that made you very shy at the start of you guys’ relationship, it still flusters you. His intense gaze on you right now was making your cheeks heat up, you’re always curious as to why he does that, so you decide to ask him right now.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” you meekly ask him, the scrutiny of his gaze making you timid. 

“Nothing, you just look so cute while you’re concentrating on something.”

That makes you stop, your blush deepening at his confession. “But you always look at me like that.”

He seems to ponder over his next words, his lips and eyebrows quirking up, making him all the more endearing. A stray strand of hair falls into his face and you tuck it behind his ear, cupping his face. 

“It’s because I love you, I’m trying to commit your face to my memory, so you’re there even when I close my eyes.” He finally answers.

Sometimes you feel overwhelmed by the love he has for you, this feeling making you feel full, akin to having a meal with your loved ones where after your hunger is satiated due to the good food and the hearty conversations. 

Still cupping his face you lean in to kiss him, trying to convey your love and feelings you cannot describe through the kiss. And he understands, like he always does, both of you were so attuned to each other’s emotions and mannerisms like you were cut from the same clothe.

He breaks away from the kiss only to go back to kiss your forehead. It had become his 2nd favourite spot to kiss you, after you had let it slip one such night that you really liked forehead kisses because they made you feel loved and safe. 

HAN

Han had had a very eventful day today and you could tell from the way he was so excited to tell you all about it while you shaved his facial hair. He was a ball of energy even at the end of the day, his animated gestures making you smile.

He seemed to forget that you held a sharp razor in your hand and turned his head abruptly, you pulled your hand away but it was not soon enough.”Ow!” He yelped out in pain.

The razor had scratched his skin, making it bleed; fortunately the cut wasn’t too deep.

You remove the first aid kit from the bottom drawer, using the alcohol you clean his wound. It hurts your heart when he flinches from the sting of it, but you proceed to apply antiseptic cream to his wound, softly blowing on it, in hopes that it would hurt less.

You kiss the mole on his left cheek, you couldn’t resist it. He smiles, his thumb caressing your cheek.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been more careful with the razor.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault babe, I should’ve been more attentive and not move around so much.” He reassured you, kissing your forehead.

“Let me kiss it better, unless it doesn’t hurt too much?” You grin cheekily.

He suddenly clutches the side of his face, acting like he’s in indescribable pain.”Oww, Y/N it hurts really bad, only my baby’s kisses can heal me now.”, he exclaims with a pout.

You giggle while kissing his soft lips, he leans into the kiss, holding your face.

Later you did each other’s skin care routine, you were of course careful of his wound, not wanting to hurt him. You spent the rest of the night watching anime cuddled up beside each other.

FELIX

Felix really liked being taken care of. The blush that creeped up his neck when you asked him if you could help him shave his face today, was indication enough. And you liked taking care of people. You were perfect for each other. 

The razor hovers just before his jaw while he looks at you with such a loving expression that it floors you. He looks so adorable even with his bed head, the sunlight streaming in through the bathroom windows, making his skin glow. The freckles on his face truly shining like constellations in the night sky. You were hit with a huge wave of love for him, you just couldn’t not kiss him, not when he looked at you like you had put up all the stars in the sky. So you did, feeling lucky to call him yours.

He smiled into your kiss, returning it with the same fervour.

“I love you, Lixie.” He only giggles, blush deepening. 

“Oh really? What a coincidence, because I love you too, baby.” His voice was deep and gravelly after the long hours of sleep and it was driving you crazy would be an understatement.

You only realise that you have shaving foam on your face when he wipes it off you, his movements delicate. You must have gotten it on you when you kissed him. 

After you were done, he made breakfast for the both of you, scrambled eggs for him and sunny side up for you. You loved how domestic all of this was and could imagine spending the rest of your days like this, basking in each other’s love. What you didn’t know was that Felix shared the same thoughts as you, already planning your future in his head.

SEUNGMIN

Seungmin was very apprehensive of the idea of you shaving his face, you were naturally clumsy and he was afraid you would abrade his skin.

“If I get hurt I’m suing you.”

“Kim Seungmin, do you want to sleep on the couch tonight?”

“No.” He says begrudgingly.

“Then you will listen to what I say.”

You gently drag the razor across his face while he stands as still as a statue. He really is afraid of you hurting him, so you decide to tease him. You flick the foam on his jaw and giggle when it lands on his hair. It looks like he has a cloud on his head, when your hand again goes to flick the foam, he grabs ahold of your wrists. “Why’re you such a brat today?”

“I just really like teasing you, Seung.” You say directly looking him in the eyes, his right hand holding onto your wrist, in between your faces. 

Releasing the grip on your hand, he leaned down, his hair touching yours and now you too, had a cloud on top of your head. “Now we’re even.”

“Hey! Not fair, you attacked when I was distracted!”

“You’re the one who started it.” He says while crossing his arms. He towered over you though it was not much, you caught him off guard when you tickled his sides. Soon enough, it turned into a tickle battle and both of you were out of breathe. 

You had no idea how it happened but he had somehow managed to cage you between his arms, your back against the glass wall of the shower. “You’re really such a brat.’ He says raising your chin with his pointer finger. “But it’s ok. I actually like it.” Before you know it, he’s leaning into kiss you. 

You don’t know how he could be so passionate with his kisses so early in the morning, his tongue fighting for dominance with yours. 

“I like being a brat for you too.”

JEONGIN

It was a lazy day in and you were cuddling with your boyfriend, when you had the idea to shave his facial hair. “Can I shave your face?” You asked as you looked up at him from where you lay on his chest. He makes a distinct sound of agreement to your question.

“Okay, let’s go.” You say pulling at his hand.

“Now? But I’m so comfortable.” He says pouting.

“What can I do to convince you?” You say nudging his side.

“Can we pleasee have Mc Donald’s for breakfast?” He asks, flashing his signature charming, dimpled smile.

“Hmm, it’s not healthy, you know that baby.”

“But-I’m also craving a hash brown. Oh what the hell, you only live once.” You say giving in.

He gives your cheek a kiss when you agree to his peculiar request.

Both of you decided to place the order after you were done shaving, since the food arrives fast. 

Jeongin was really compliant and before you knew it you were done, it was going surprisingly smoothly. He must have really wanted to eat his favourite shrimp burger.

You, however, soon realised that you had spoken too soon, as your boyfriend’s hand collided with dirty soap water and it almost spilled on you. Luckily for you his reflexes were strong and he caught the glass before it could spill on you.

“You’re such a klutz, babe.” You tch, teasing him.

“That’s not how you treat your saviour.” He haughtily replies, a lilt in his voice.

“You’re also the one who put me in harm’s way.”

“Okay, fair enough. Can we please order Mc Donald’s now?”

You go to the bedroom to find your phone and place the order. When food finally arrives, the smile on Jeongin’s face is so big that it makes you smile too. Lazy days would always be the best as long as your boyfriend was with you.

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[singmyaubade]

No Longer Yours

James Potter x Female!Reader

IB: In The Cold November Rain by @sweetsweetjellybean (Make sure to check it out, it’s incredible and one of the best I’ve ever read !)

A/N: First, I wanna say thank you to @sweetsweetjellybean for letting me be inspired by her story even though I am stupid, lol, but seriously (not kissing ass), check her series out; it is fantastic. Thank you to everyone for the kind comments, reblogs, and likes. I'm overwhelmed with love, and I'm so thankful that people actually want to read more of what I write but anyways, enjoy!

Summary: James had disregarded you for multiple years, but when you have an epiphany in your final year, how does it feel to taste his own medicine?

Warning: It may contain swearing and soon-to-be smut.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

"Are you sure you don't want me to walk you all the way?" Your mother asked, squeezing your hand.

"I'll be fine," You caressed her hand, "I'm still your baby, though."

She laughed lightly, "Make sure to write always," She held your face with her hands, "Have fun; it's your last year."

You touched her hand on your cheek, "I will."

You hugged her one last time, taking in her scent. Every time you said bye to her, it was as sad as the first, without you crying and begging to stay.

"Okay," She smiled, taking her hands off your face, "Are you still sure you don't wanna wait for James here? I mean, you've done it all these years."

Little did she know, you had been ignoring James's letters, all 128 of them. He had been persistent, asking you what was wrong and begging for a reply to know you were safe.

You even received a letter from his mother, Euphemia Potter, asking how you were and everything was in Paris. You would never have it in your heart to ignore Ms. Potter, so you replied dutifully and happily.

And then you got a letter from him saying,

Dear Y/n,

Are you really going to reply to my mother and not me?

Sincerely,

Your BEST FRIEND, James Potter.

You didn't reply, scoffing at the bolded best friend. The last letter you received was last week, him telling you he couldn't wait to see you and wanted to talk as soon as he got to you.

Bullshit.

"Yeah," You gulped, "I'm just gonna meet him inside."

"Well, I'm sure he misses you," She started fixing your coat, "I mean, you have been in Paris all of this time, and I just think it would be good for you to-"

You cut her off, pecking her cheek, "Love you!" You yelled, going towards the train.

She shook her head, "Be safe!"

You smiled at her, going through the wall to the train. The feeling still felt the same, nostalgic. This was the last time boarding the train, and it felt sad.

You remembered the first time you ever boarded it. James was practically high on excitement on his first day at Hogwarts. You were scared out of your bloody mind, not wanting to leave your mum and dad.

When you had finally stopped crying and holding onto your mother's leg, James was the one to hold your hand and tell you that he would take care of you.

Maybe that was the first time you had realized James was more than a friend to you, or perhaps you were a naive child.

But either way, he was the one that you needed protecting from. You realized he hadn't been your friend since the fourth year.

But this year wasn't about James; it was about you having the best last year of Hogwarts that you could have ever had.

You boarded the train, moving through the compartments to where Marlene, Mary, Dorcas, and Lily usually were.

Compartment 222.

It was pretty lucky; it is where you guys first met.

You opened the compartment, "Did you guys miss me?"

They excitedly cheered, "Now tell me, Y/n, how many French boys did you end up shagging in France?" Marlene asked.

"I would say about thirty, oui oui." You joked in a French accent as they all started laughing.

You sat down next to Dorcas, giving her a side hug. You saw Lily and Mary whisper something to each other, to which Mary said, "Just say it!"

You could see Dorcas in the corner of your eye, shaking her head no aggressively. Apparently, Marlene was the only one not in the plan, continuing to look at her newsletter.

Your eyebrow raised, "Am I missing something?"

"It's really nothing," Lily nervously said.

"Okay, so what is it?" You laughed.

"Well," Lily fiddled with her fingers, "You know how you specifically requested that none of us tell James that you were replying to our letters and not purposely ignoring him."

You said, "Uhuh." Already knowing where this going.

"Well, I accidentally let it slip out over the letter you had spoken to Marlene and me." She admitted.

Your mouth agape, "Lily."

"I know, I know," She groaned, "It was a total accident."

"How do you accidentally slip something out over letter?" Marlene snorted, earning a glare from Lily, but she still looked at her newsletter.

"What did he say after?" You asked, kneading your forehead.

"Why is she ignoring me?" Lily answered, "I just said it was none of my business, nor was I involved."

The group stayed in silence, waiting for you to reply.

You sighed, thinking about how much James would bother you more now that he knew you ignored him.

"Are you mad at me?" Lily asked quietly.

"No, of course not," You smiled, looking at her, "I just don't want to talk to him and explain everything,"

"Who says you have to?" Mary asked.

You looked at her confused, "I just can't ignore him." You said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"And why not?" Marlene asked, now looking at you.

You opened your mouth to reply, but nothing came out. You thought about it harder, and why wouldn't you be able to ignore James? Maybe it was hard because you have never done it before.

"So I just don't reply when he tries to talk to me?" You asked.

"Well, I don't support this, but," Lily started, "You could always just walk away when he says something to you."

"Wouldn't that be mean?" You asked.

"What did I tell you in person and in the letter?" Dorcas asked as you looked at her.

"Give him hell."

"So do it." She said.

They were right; you couldn't keep explaining to James what he did wrong; you just had to be done with him. You missed your friendship, but it took a turn years ago; you never said anything.

And you had to start not caring about him.

"So, how was your guy's summer?" You changed the subject, grinning as Marlene went on about how she perfected her Quidditch skills and would finally be the best chaser at Hogwarts.

Then Lily talked about her poetry that she started over the summer and how her sister had ripped a few of them, but she fixed them with a single swish of her wand and appreciated magic more.

Mary talked about how many soap operas she had seen and how she might even go into it after she graduates from Hogwarts.

Lastly, Dorcas talked about how this year was her year to be a seeker and how she got a whole book collection from her sister in New Zealand.

You began talking about how you tasted so many new foods and learned a bit of French, showing off your knowledge of the profound language.

You were interrupted by someone opening the compartment doors, "Hello," Remus greeted as you stood up to hug him immediately.

He caught you as you almost made him fall over by the movement, "Remmy, how much I have missed you," You said, kissing him on the cheek.

"And Y/n, how was France?" He asked, smiling.

"Quite a bore; every man was all over me; I was getting exhausted," You exhaled, sitting back in your seat.

"Well, if you ever want to get with a real man, I'm here, Y/n," Sirius said, nudging next to you as you looked disgusted.

"Did you have to bring him?" Dorcas asked Remus, rolling her eyes.

"He insisted," Remus shrugged.

"There needs to be some form of restraining order against him by all of us," Mary sighed.

"I thought his STDs were enough of a restraining order for us to keep away from him," Marlene teased.

Sirius interrupted before another insult could be made, "Ladies, this Sirius Black hate train is honestly starting to hurt," He pretended to be hurt.

"Aww, poor baby," You said in a baby voice, pinching his cheek as he swooshed your hand away.

"Now, Y/n, why are you ignoring poor Prongs?" Sirius asked as you wanted to throw him out of the train through the window.

"I thought he told you to dance around the question," Remus snorted.

Sirius disregarded, "What did my poor, stupid boy do this time?"

"I'm afraid it's none of your business, Black." You simply said.

"It is my business when my friend is sulking and bringing down my mood," He explained, "So why are you upset with him?" He asked.

Marlene abruptly laughed, "I'm sorry, but he really thought you would be the one Y/n would say something to,"

Sirius fake-laughed, "Oh McKinnon, I'll be laughing like that when you fall off of your arse on the field,"

Marlene mocked his facial expression as he did the same thing to her.

"May I please just arrive in peace without one word of James Potter? I'm begging." You reasoned.

"Well, at least I can tell him I tried and that Moony was no help." He glared at Remus.

"I told you I wasn't going to talk to her for him; it was all up to you," Remus said as Sirius went outside, and Remus waved everyone goodbye before closing the doors.

You could already tell it was going to be a long year.

After finally sorting the first year, everyone was allowed to dine. One thing you always missed about Hogwarts was the fantastic food; it was always incredible.

You were sitting in between Remus and Dorcas when Remus abruptly got up.

"Where are you going?" You asked, mid-laugh from a joke Marlene had made about Dumbledore and McGonagall in their secret chamber.

"Don't kill me," Remus stated before leaving. You looked confused, and James took the spot in front of you. You rolled your eyes, turning back to your meal.

"Please talk to me, Y/n," James pleaded.

You continued to stay silent, not even giving him a look as you looked at Marlene. She shook her head, and you continued to eat.

"I just wanna know what I did," James begged.

When you still didn't respond, he grabbed ahold of your wrist in an attempt for you to look at him.

"Don't fucking touch me." You spat before getting up and leaving the dining hall, telling your friends you were just gonna meet them in the dorm.

You tried rushing to the common room, but James was behind you.

"Y/n!" He yelled, speed-walking after you.

You continued to ignore him, going to the common room until you were stuck with the singing lady at the door who would not give it a rest.

"You have to talk to me," James demanded while the lady continued to screech.

"I don't have to do a thing you say," You scoffed, "In fact, I would prefer if you screwed off and stopped talking to me."

You went to one of the corridors, trying to escape him, but he followed you.

"Can't you just explain to me what I could've done for you to treat me like this?" He said roughly.

You turned to him, "There is not a single, simple explanation of what you could've done; there is a book of things," You snapped, "And treat you like this? Ever since I fucking stepped foot into your life, you have continued to treat me like shit." You stepped closer, "I stuck with you despite Lily, despite what other people said, and despite what you have shown me."

He continued to stay silent, "And now that I finally stick up for myself, I've done you horribly? Bullshit." You spat, "You have continued to show me exactly why I will never ever love you again, and yeah, for a matter of fact, I did love you, but you don't deserve me and never will."

Your words shocked him, not being able to mutter a word.

"Now you have nothing to say?" You manically laughed, "The smooth-talking and fantastic golden boy that shocked the century has nothing to say? What a pathetic-"

He kissed you suddenly precipitously, his tongue entering your mouth, entangling with yours.

For a second, you were drunk on his mouth, engaging with his kiss with as much passion as he gave you. His hand pulls on your hair lightly, making you moan.

His lips went from your mouth to your neck, sucking hard, red marks into your skin, knowing it would bruise.

Then you remembered everything. You remembered James's bitter words, his voice mocking you, and the boys laughing in the locker room.

You pushed his hard chest off you, breathing hard from the whole interaction. He looked at you, breathing as hard as you; realizing what he had done, he tried to touch your hand, but you pushed him again.

Tears brimmed in your eyes, "You're such an asshole," You cried, going to the Gryffindor common room.

You rushed up the stairs, immediately going into your bed. You couldn't believe what had just happened.

A part of you wanted to be grateful, grateful that you pushed him off, and realized that he only wanted to be with you when he felt convenient.

Another part of you wanted to continue kissing him, laughing with him, hugging him. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you had never figured it would be painful.

What if you had loved James for so long that you didn't know anything but to love him?

It was stupid and pathetic.

You were tired of being stupid and pathetic, you just wanted to move on from James Potter and get away from him, and if that wasn't possible, you had to make him regret being friends with you in the first place.

So you did.

You got up fresh and early in the morning when all of your roommates were sleeping, taking a shower immediately.

You looked in the mirror, your mascara smudged and dark red and purple hickies wearing your skin. You placed a shit-load of powder and concealer to cover up the parts you could.

You tried several spells to cover it up as best as possible, changing into your uniform.

You slipped into the most showing tights you could and wore your skirt from the fifth year that you so obviously outgrew, showing almost your ass cheeks.

You would be thankful not to get a write-up from McGonagall.

You unbuttoned two buttons off the top of your shirt, showing a tiny bit of your bra. It wasn't the most rebellious or seductive, but it could work.

The first challenge of that day was Potions; all of your friends were there, including all of the Marauders. But, thanks to Merlin was also Jacob Carrow's class, the Slytherin Captain that James hated with a burning passion.

They both could not be in the same room without spitting a hateful insult at the other. James once had a dream that you and Jacob had gone out, and he refused to talk to you for an entire day until you convinced him you would never do that.

You never considered yourself a liar.

The only problem was that Jacob was a dickhead, but so was James. You were surprised they didn't get along, maybe in another life.

You went inside Potions with your friend group, and you spotted Jacob Carrow in the back with an empty seat next to him as you told your friends you were gonna sit in the back.

You were thankful none of his friends were around him; it would be ten times more unbearable.

You sat next to him with a wide grin painted on your face, trying not to show your pain.

"Sitting next to me, Y/n?" He smirked, "I thought you were Potter's little puppy."

You tried to ignore your annoyance, "Pets tend to lean away from their owner at points; I guess that's my case." You shrugged.

"I am no Potter; I don't like having little girls follow me and do my shit for me." You could tell he was insulting you, but you stood tall.

"Good thing girls don't like to be in your presence." You snickered.

He smiled, "Love a kitty with claws," He leaned into his chair, "What do you want?"

"Do I have to want something?" You asked, popping your chest out to show your tits as he looked down at your face.

"You finally trying to make your boy toy jealous?" He asked.

You dropped the facade, "Are you gonna help me or not?"

"Control the temper, baby; I just wanna know what's in it for me." His body faced you.

"Isn't James being angry enough?" You asked.

"Nah, I can piss off Potter by just existing." He replied.

"What do you want?" You asked, half-annoyed.

"Meadows on a date with me."

You laughed, "Dorcas would never go on a date with you."

"Then no deal." He said with a fake smile.

"Ugh, fine, I'll talk to her if you just make James's life hell for a few minutes." You said.

"Okay, deal." He smiled, "Do you want me to touch you or,"

"Sure, but don't overdo it." You warned.

"I love when you flatter yourself." He said as James walked in, laughing with the Marauders.

Jacob immediately placed a hand on your thigh, slightly higher than preferred, but you continued smiling.

You started fake-laughing at Jacob's joke, which immediately caught James's attention. You looked behind you, and James's head looked like it would explode.

You looked back at Carrow, touching his shoulder and admiring how much muscle he had.

"What else do you want me to do?" He said through his teeth.

"I'll scoot closer to you, and you can put your hand on my waist." You suggested as he nodded.

You faced the front as Jacob touched your waist, tickling you with his fingers as you laughed.

"Mind keeping it down?" James scowled, "Not everyone wants to fucking hear that shit."

"How about you piss off, Potter?" Jacob mocked as he gripped your waist tighter, which pissed off James even more.

Before James could say another word, Slughorn started the class.

Throughout the class, Jacob would squeeze your thigh or tickle you, almost rising to touch your tits. Whenever he did those actions, you would giggle, earning daggers from James.

Once Slughorn instructed everyone to look inside their microscopes at the different ingredients used in Veritaserum, you took the opportunity to sit on Jacob's lap, looking in the microscope as he bounced you with his knee, causing you to laugh.

This really pissed James off, him storming up to you both. He grabbed your arm, practically flying you off of Jacob.

"Mr. Potter!" Slughorn yelled as the class watched the entire thing.

"Don't you dare fucking touch her," James said brusquely.

Jacob scoffed, "What will you do about it, Potter?" He stood, going closer to James.

You rolled your eyes due to the amount of testosterone in this conversation.

James got closer as you grabbed his hand, pushing him back, "Stop it." You said to him as he looked at you.

He grabbed your wrist, dragging you out of the classroom to an abandoned bathroom.

"James, let go of me!" You yelled as he pushed you inside the bathroom.

He was fuming, and you could tell which scared you. You hadn't seen him this angry since he lost a Quidditch match against the very man's lap you were on.

"You dragged me in here, so is there something you have to say?" You looked at him angrily, hands on your hips.

"Us not being friends anymore doesn't allow you to be a slut," He ridiculed.

You slapped him, "Don't you fucking dare call me a slut; I can do whatever the fuck I want,"

He wiped his mouth with a smile, "You think he gives a shit about you? He would fuck you and then dump you." He said as he moved closer, and you backed up.

"You don't know a thing," You replied nervously.

"He wouldn't even clean you up after," He continued, "He would let you rot there like a slut," Another step closer, which you took backward. You didn't understand if he purposely tried to intimidate or lecture you.

He didn't stop.

"He would tell all of his friends after," Another step, "He wouldn't dare spare you a minute after," Another step, "You would mean nothing," You were backed into the wall now, "But it's okay because you can do whatever the fuck you want."

"James." You kept eye contact with him, his eyes beaming into yours.

His mouth lowered to your ear, "But I think you want me to give a shit; you wanna see me mad." His hand snaked to your waist, "I guess you win." His body left yours, storming out of the bathroom.

Did you really win?

A/N: Y/n: 2, James 0??? There is also an alternate chapter to this because I couldn't stop writing two plots LOL.

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[luveline]

a halloween june baby drabble mom!reader, 1k.

"Sweetheart," Eddie says, closing your door behind him with a resounding click, "you are not gonna believe this."

"Eddie!" 

He spins on his heel, stopped. "Hi." 

Junie looks at him like she hasn't just said his name, little chin tucked toward her neck, hesitant where she stands by her overturned toy box. You laugh from somewhere behind him in the kitchenette as she smiles at him and asks, "Present?" 

"Present!" He agrees, the plastic bag in his hand crinkling as it twists on itself.  "But after dinner, okay?" 

She nods seriously. 

"What, you're not saying hello anymore?" he asks, bending down with an arm extended. "Come say hello to me, lovely girl."  

Junie giggles and races for his legs. "Hello," she says dramatically, almost with the drama of a frustrated teenager. "Kiss." 

He kisses her forehead obediently. She preens under his gentle touch and rubs her soft cheek into his, but the scrub of his stubble is too much for her and she runs away again before he can give her a proper hug. 

"What am I not going to believe?" you ask as he stands straight.

"How beautifully gorgeous you are, for starters." He offers you the plastic bag, shortening the gap between you so he can kiss you chastely in greeting. "How much I adore you." 

You touch a hand to his chest lightly. "Where have you been?" 

He told you he'd be around to see you hours ago, and he's sorry to make you wait. He tells you this, and explains his reason for being late as he slides a hand under the back of your shirt, rubbing at the small of your back. You do your melting thing into his chest like a deflated balloon.

His present pokes out of the bag, but you're not interested. You're not uninterested, you ask him what it is, but when he says he can't show you, you snort and drive your face into his chest. You're more than pleased with him alone. 

Eddie likes that about you. He shows up with presents often (though he doesn't see them as presents as you would, or as Junie does, it's just one of those things, buying stuff for your family), but he could show up empty handed as he does the majority of the time and you wouldn't bat an eyelash. 

Your arms around his neck, twining one of his curls between your fingers. The sensation sends shivers down his arms, his hair standing on end. "I really missed you," you say under your breath, your cheek resting on his shoulder. 

"I really missed you," he says, not because he has to, but because he truly means it. Being away from you is the main torture of his job. "Hard to explain, right? Spent all those years without you and now…" He draws a line down your curved neck with his knuckle, a slow drag. You turn into him like you're hiding, though you don't tell him to stop. "I miss you all the time." 

"Love you," you murmur.

"How awful would it be if I just said ditto?" he asks with a sticky smile. You pinch his waist in warning. "I love you, sweetheart. You know that." 

"Mm," you hum in agreement. "Kinda made me beg for it, though, didn't you?" 

"No I did not." 

"Did too." You sigh with pleasure as he hugs you as tightly as he can, happy to be crushed by his arms. "Rough, mean guy." 

"I love you so much," he says. 

Eddie insists it. He likes to think of it as his happy beginning, you and him together. How lucky he was to fall in love with you, how lucky he was that you did the same with him. Maybe there are universes where you never met, where you take June to start a new life somewhere else, just you and her in Sacramento, or Williamsburg, or Palm Beach. Kind of breaks his heart thinking about it… all those Eddie's without his girls, missing out on the great loves of his life. 

But there's time for them, as there's time for him and you here. "I love you," he says again. 

"I love you too." 

A little while later he takes his mystery present into the living room with Juniee. "Don't look!" he tells you, turning to Junie with a big smile. "It's a costume, okay?" he whispers. "For Halloween." 

"Costume?" she asks too loudly. 

Your laugh is a breathy sound. He throws a quick glare at you from over his shoulder. "You could at least pretend you didn't hear." 

"What's a costume?" Junie asks. 

"Dress up, pretty girl. It's dress up, like your teddy bear costume. Sound fun?" 

She raises her arms. Eddie bunches the sleeves and body of the costume, pushing it gently over her head and needling in her little arms. She's patient for once and he's getting better at dressing her, so it's only a matter of seconds before it's on and velcroed shut around her tummy. 

Eddie pulls up her hood before walking on knees to give you an unhindered view. 

"Oh my gosh." You cross your legs where you're sitting on the couch and lean forward. "Junie, honey, you look so cute!" 

She grits her teeth at you. "Rah!" 

"And so scary!" you breathe, hiding your face behind your hands. 

Eddie beams at Junie and her eight arms, her spider costume pitch black with red eyed baubles on her head. You peek at them between your fingers.

"I'm a 'pider!" 

"Yeah, baby, you're a spider!" you cheer. "She's so smart." 

"Scary!" Junie corrects, holding her hands up like Eddie does when he's telling ghost stories, claws extended. 

"She's Junipider," he says smugly. 

He thought of it before he bought the costume. 

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[nickfowlerrr]

Ohhh bonfire night with Bucky Barnes 🥹

it's easy to be loved.

pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: fluff fluff and some more fluff. & like the tiniest little bit of angst if you really, really squint.

words: 2.9k

notes: ahh this is so cute!! thank you for sending it in! 🥰

comments and reblogs are always welcome and so appreciated! let me know what you think. 🖤

"Where are you taking me, Barnes?" you question as Bucky leads you further into the woods, his hand holding yours tightly.

"I said it's a surprise, you can't wait another minute?" he lightly chastises.

You had just gotten done at the pumpkin patch, Bucky's car loaded with your haul of pumpkins, an assortment of sweets from the farm's bakery, and a good three pounds of some of the best fudge you have ever had in your life. You were already thinking about how you wanted to carve your pumpkin when you got home but were pulled from your brainstorming when Bucky pulled off the road, instead following a single, one-way road down into the wooded area that surrounded you.

You looked over at him quizzically and he turned to you for a second with a light laugh and that ever-disarming smile, though you didn't miss the twinkle of excitement that was shining in his gaze.

When he finally pulled up to a clearing with a little gated pathway just to the side, he parked and turned the car off, quickly getting out and gallantly coming to the passenger door to open it for you before you could even try.

"Okay seriously," you looked at him pointedly, "did you bring me out here to murder me? Was this past year just one long con to get my guard down enough to lure me out into the middle of nowhere?"

You narrowed your eyes at the laugh Bucky let out at your words as you got out of the car, standing before him as he stayed where he was, one hand on the car door, the other on the side of the car, keeping you right where you were. "First of all, sweetheart, we're not in the middle of nowhere. And secondly, you think I would've bought that much fudge if I was planning on killing you tonight?" he joked.

"Hm. Okay, fair point," you allowed with a quirk of your lip, your fingers finding the belt loops of his jeans, tugging him closer. You tilted your chin at him, an expectant pout playing on your lips when he didn't move, only a smirk on his lips as he looked at you. You tugged again and he relented, moving in to kiss you softly.

"Mm," he hummed against you, "you taste like chocolate."

You smiled into the kiss, pulling away only for a second to speak. "That fudge. It's so good," you murmured before kissing him again, your lips moving more firmly against his, your fingers tugging him closer once more.

Bucky groaned as he moved to press you against the car, sharing your desire for more, deepening the kiss, his lips hot against yours.

And then all too quickly he forced himself to pull away from you, biting his own lip as he took a grounding breath, shaking his head at you. "No," he huffed, "you can't distract me right now, doll. I didn't bring you out here just for some nookie."

You breathed a laugh, "God, I love it when you talk like an old man," you teased with a smirk.

He fixed you with that signature glare of his before he moved to grab something from the backseat. You watched with renewed interest, still wondering what exactly it was you were doing out here.

Bucky shouldered a large bag on his left side and held a full duffle in his right hand before he shut the door and turned to you, smiling again. He looked like a kid going on his first camping trip.

At the thought, your face fell, eyes going a little wide.

No, you told yourself, he wouldn't... Or would he?

As if he could read your thoughts, he spoke and put your mind at ease as he approached the small gate just across from where you were, signaling you to follow him. "We're not camping, don't worry."

"What are we doing then?"

"You'll see, just trust me."

"Hmph," you puffed as you trailed behind him.

You watched him for a long moment, admiring him among the beauty of the wooded trail. Smiling to yourself, you grabbed your phone from your pocket, making sure your sound was off before you took a photo of him.

Bucky wasn't the biggest fan of being on camera, but he always humored you, smiling when you asked him oh so nicely and even giving you his okay to post a candid to your Instagram every now and then.

This one, though, like many of the other shots you've taken of him this past year, would stay in your favorite album. Just for you, until December came around. You couldn't wait to finally put together the physical photo album you've been planning. It'd be the closest you'd get to showing Bucky how you see him through your eyes. The charming and protective, strong and cuddly, sweet and caring, loving, doting, brilliant man he is.

You wish he could see himself the way you see him, for who he truly is, without the darkness that can so easily cloud his outlook on himself.

He's been doing much better, therapy and healing work making a noticeable difference. But every now again, he gets that look in his eye. He tries to hide it when it rears its head, but you never let it go unnoticed. You never want him to feel alone in that. Not ever again.

You're not paying attention to your path, your eyes are drifting as you think, and you end up walking right into the brick wall that is Bucky's back, barely dodging the backpack slung on his shoulder.

"Shit," you laugh, resting your head against him and wrapping your arms around his front, "sorry."

"What the hell are you doin' back there?" he asks, turning and being careful not to hit you with the bag.

You shrug, "Can't beat the view," you say with a playful smack to his ass as you lean into him.

"Would you stop trying to get into my pants for five seconds," he laughs, switching the duffle from his right hand to his left and then grabbing yours to hold instead, tugging to his side. You squeeze his hand lightly with both of yours and let your body bump into his, your head against him as you walk side by side. You feel it when he presses a kiss to your head and it sends a fluttering to your tummy as you bite on your contented smile. "We're almost there," he says with a soft squeeze to your hand in return. You straighten up as you continue walking but stay close to Bucky's side.

Within a minute, Bucky is pulling you from the main path onto a peculiarly stoned one that branched off from it. From there, it was a short walk to the large, modern, yet rustic looking cabin he had been leading you to.

You stare in awe at the impressive building as Bucky smiles at you.

"You like it?" he asks, still grinning.

"It," you breathe a stunned laugh, "it's gorgeous. How did you find this place? Whose is it?"

"Didn't really find it... Built it," he says a little too casually for the pride you see in his eyes as your own widen.

"What? You- you built this?"

"Well, I mean, not entirely me. Sam and Steve helped out a bit here and there."

"This is incredible, Buck," you shake your head with a smile. "How long have you been working on it?"

"Took a few months,"

"Wait, is this the job you've been talking about?" you ask.

"I wanted to surprise you," he laughs, tugging you close as you both look on at the cabin.

"Color me surprised," you say as you hug onto him. "This is amazing. You are amazing. Whoever gets their hands on this place is gonna be so damn lucky."

"I'm glad you think so..." he trails off, the corner of his lip threatening to curl into a half smirk.

It takes you a second to pick up on what he's getting at, but you finally do.

"You own this?" you ask in near disbelief.

"It's not entirely furnished yet, but I couldn't keep this to myself any longer. I can show you inside later, but right now, I have a little something else planned," he leads you by the hand to walk past the side of the cabin, coming around to a fenced backyard as you take it all in.

Along the back wall is some kind of screen mounted, in front of it is what looks to be a bonfire pit, huge wooden chairs placed around it and an outdoor table off to the side, too.

You're still silent as you take in the sight, Bucky unlocks the fence door and lets you through. You turn back to him, and he is nothing but smiles as he ushers you closer to the setup.

“Wow,” you awe.

"I know it's not the same as that drive in you were talking about, but-"

"No, I-" you turn back to him, "I love this," you breathe with a laugh.

"Good," he says, leaning closer to kiss you softly. "Pick a seat, I'm gonna get this set up."

You listen, choosing the chair at the head of the pit, right across from the screen.

Bucky moves the table around behind you, and you watch in quiet amusement as he arranges all of the items he's brought in his bags on the table.

First, he sets up the wireless projector, the once white screen now dark as he pauses the movie on the very first few seconds. He then sets out a bag of marshmallows, a box of graham crackers, and a package of full-size Hershey bars; your smile grows at the sight, as a fuzzy warmth fills your chest. That feeling you’ll never tire of, the feeling you’ve only ever experienced with Bucky.

He turns and heads to the fire pit, already loaded with logs. He quickly gets it lit and dusts off his hands before striding over to you.

You're gazing up at him from your seat as he stands before you, "All this for me?" you ask, your voice much softer than you thought it'd be.

"All this for you," he responds just as softly, taking your hand in his and pulling you to stand, guiding you to the table.

Soon, you're wrapped up in a blanket as you and Bucky roast your marshmallows on sticks, your chairs pulled as close as they can be while your favorite halloween movie plays on the screen. It's a bit darker out now, the sun nearly set and leaving the remnants of a gorgeous autumn hue as the wind blows lightly around you. The first few stars to be seen are already shining brightly in the sky. Bucky has turned the light backyard lights on, the strings of small bulbs hung around you adding to the cozy outdoor atmosphere as the glow from the fire burns brightly before you. The smell of the smoke mixing with the sweetness in the air. You're both leaning toward the fire as you let the flames brown your sugary treats, a pack of graham crackers sitting on the arm of your chair and an open bar of chocolate sitting on Bucky's.

"Shit," he curses as he pulls his stick from the fire - his marshmallow fully ablaze while you laugh at him frantically shaking his stick about.

"Smooth," you comment as you ready your s'more, smooshing your marshmallow from the stick onto the chocolate between the crackers.

You turn more towards him as you take a bite, reveling in the gooey sweetness. He's looking at you with bright eyes, his smile nothing short of pure admiration.

You lick your lip, feeling some of the stickiness there.

"You missed some," he hums as he sets his stick down, his burnt marshmallow not so much a thought as he turns more towards you in turn. You watch him intently as he brings his thumb to the corner of your lip, wiping at the bit of chocolate that was left behind.

A shiver rolls over you at the soft touch and you lean into him further. His lips tick in a smile as he copies you, his hand holding your cheek while he leans in. Your breath almost hitches as he is about to kiss you, but you're left stunned, brows furrowing when his lips meet his thumb instead, sucking off the chocolate that sits there.

"That's not nice," you murmur as you turn your face, watching entranced by his sultry display. You place your hand over his, still holding you gently.

He smirks at your complaint but doesn't say anything as you brush your nose against his, taking matters into your own hands.

You press your lips to his, your other hand wrapping around the back of his neck, almost leaving your seat as you scoot forward - wanting to be closer to him as you deepen the kiss, but getting stopped by the barrier that is the chairs.

Your hand leaves his and moves to hold his face instead. You don't break the kiss until you're out of air, pulling back as Bucky chases your lips. You titter, letting your forehead press to his as he whispers hotly, "You always taste so sweet."

"It's the s'mores," you smile.

"No," he mutters, kissing your lips tenderly once, "that's all you, sweetheart."

The credit song catches your attention as you stay where you are, both you and Bucky teetering on your seats for a moment.

"This has been really nice, Bucky, seriously, I loved it. Thank you."

"I'm glad you liked it. I wanted to have the first night spent out here be just us, because this is the first of many nights to come. Sam's already planning a bonfire for next weekend with everyone," he rolls his eyes.

"Ever the gracious host you are," you kid, following Bucky up as he stands. "Are you gonna have the interior done by then?"

"Well, that depends."

"Oh? On what?"

"On whether you agree to help me decorate the place or not,"

"Bucky," you laugh, "I helped you decorate your apartment, now you want me to help decorate your cabin? If you're not careful, you're never gonna be able to get rid of me," you say as you help him pack everything back up, "You're gonna see me everywhere. From the bath towels to each and every throw pillow I'll force you to buy."

You're smiling as you close the box of graham crackers, facing the table as you work. Suddenly, Bucky's arms snake around you, his head coming to rest in the crook of your neck as he breathes you in.

"That's kinda the whole point, doll."

You close your eyes enjoying the warmth he offers and the way his stubble tickles your skin as he nuzzles into you.

"I don't ever want you to leave," he confesses against your skin, a part of him hoping you didn't hear the desperation in his voice and another part wanting him to just get down on his knee and pull out the box that's been burning a hole in his pocket for the past week. To finally ask you the question he knew he'd end up asking the day he met you.

But he won't. He's waited this long, he can wait a few more days.

Your anniversary isn't far off. He can wait, he tells himself.

You turn into him as he keeps his touch around you, "I'm not going anywhere," you assure him, resting your hands on his chest, your eyes gleaming with love and sincerity. You mean what you say, you're not going anywhere. Not unless he's planning on going with you.

“I’m gonna put out the fire, then we’ll head home, okay?”

“Okay,” you simper, letting your fingers graze along his chest as he pulls away from you.

“Bucky,” you say his name, so lovingly he swear he could melt right then and there, and he turns back to meet your eye, your soft gaze full of adoration, “I love you.”

It’s a simple statement, one he’s heard pass your lips many times, but one he knows he’ll never tire of hearing.

He smiles at you, one of the few people who can so easily get a genuine one out of him. As he gazes back at you, he can’t believe, that by some miracle, he found you in this life. Can’t believe that you allow him to be in yours, that you want him to be in yours, and really can’t believe how easy it is to let himself be loved by you.

After everything he’s been through, he fought with himself for the longest time. He wasn’t sure he’d feel worthy of being loved ever again. Wasn’t sure he’d find someone who would even want to, someone who could love him.

And then he met you. And you make it seem like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

He feels it when you so much as look at him, every little touch from you, every kiss, every laugh. He knows he's never felt less worthy of anything in his life, but he also knows you never want him to feel anything less than worthy. He's still working on it, and he'll get there...someday.

But for now, he's going to keep thanking his lucky stars for leading him to you.

"I love you more," he returns as your smile grows at his words.

And he means it. He loves you more than he could ever say, more than you could ever know, more than he ever thought was possible to love someone.

There's a twinkle in your eyes and his fingers twitch, wanting to reach for his pocket again before he thinks better of it.

Just a few more days...

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x curvy!reader #bucky x reader #bucky x curvy!reader #asks #bucky barnes fluff #boyfriend!bucky #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes oneshot

[strawb3rrystar]

Hashira HEADcanons

Pairing(s): Tengen Uzui (+ His wives) Obanai Iguro, Kyojuro Rengoku, Giyuu Tomioka, Sanemi Shinazugawa x GN! Reader

Warnings: Oral (M! Revecing) | Forced gagging, Degrading, Facial (Obanai) Begging, Orgasm denial, Edging (Kyojuro) First time, Semi-public (Giyuu) Hair pulling, Implied face fucking (Sanemi)

Word count: 600+

Tengen Uzui

You had made a bet with the girls of who could take Tengen the longest. With Suma coming in last, barely able to last a minute. And Hinatsuru lasting ten minutes before politely pulling away, stating she wanted to keep the playing field fair. Makio lasted an hour, before gagging too much and pulling away. Just a few more minutes and you would beat Makio's score, declaring you the winner.

"I seriously don't understand why you're doing this," Tengen says, his arms resting behind his head. Watching you try not to gag on his cock.

"Because it's fun," Makio huffs, while Suma and Hinatsuru cheer you on. An hour and one minute, that's how long you lasted. But, you were still the winner of your little blow-job bet.

"I've been laying here for over two hours and I still haven't cum." Tengen fake pouts, making Suma tear up.

"Oh no! We have to help him!" Suma turns to look at the rest of you.

"Whoever makes him cum first wins." Makio declares another bet against you.

"Oh, you're on sweetheart!" You reply, lightly punching her arm.

Obanai Iguro

You lay on your back as your head hung off the bed, your boyfriend's cock stuffed down your throat. His balls repeatedly hit your face as he thrusts into your mouth. He presses on your throat causing you to gag.

"You love being treated like this, don't you slut?" He asks mockingly, all you could do was grab onto his hips. He hisses as you dig your nails into his skin, prompting him to press on your throat again.

"Of course, you love this. You wouldn't ask for it if you didn't like it." Obanai concludes, pulling out of your mouth and cumming on your face.

Kyojuro Rengoku

"Please, my love. Please let me cum." Kyojuro begs, bucking his hips to try and get some sort of stimulation. This was now your third time denying his release.

"Nope. I told you, we're going to do this all night until you admit you're wrong" You reply. It was a petty argument really, the kind of one that no one remembers the reason behind it. Yet, here you were edging the shit out of your loving husband.

"Please, I'm sorry. You were right." He whines, your warm tongue wrapped around his length.

You chuckle, sending vibrations through his cock. He thrusts his hips into your face, painting your throat white.

Giyuu Tomioka

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Giyuu asks, looking down at you.

"Mhm." You hum, kissing his leaking tip.

"I just don't think this is a good ide- ah!" He chokes on his words as he feels your warm mouth surround him. Though your knees did hurt from the rough terrain, you still bobbed your head.

Giyuu whimpered, covering his mouth with his hand "Oh, fuck~" He mumbles.

You pulled away from his throbbing cock "Are you enjoying yourself, Giyuu?"

"Y-yeah, but we should stop before someone finds us."

"No way, not until you cum." You reply, going down on him again.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

"Sanemi, please." You whine, still trying to catch your breath.

"No, I already gave you a breather." He pulls on your hair some more.

"Please, I can't do this-" You cry.

"Well, you should have thought about that sooner, huh?" He says, mockingly. "Now open, like a good slut."

You open your mouth, not wanting to get punished more so. He shoves his cock down your throat, making more tears pour down your cheeks.

But, you knew that Sanemi was nowhere near finished with you. By the end of the night, you'd be filled and covered in his cum. Well, maybe you should just learn to shut up and behave.

Star's note -> This has been sitting in my drafts for a month 😮‍💨

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[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

It's not so bad? | EM

Pairing: Eddie munson x reader

Summary: You and Eddie have your first very big fight.

Warnings: angst, mention of sex but nothing happens. Slight hurt/comfort towards the end. Mean!Eddie, Eddie calls the reader a bitch and it's alluded that he says worse things, but it's not described. Toxic relationship.

Word count: 1.1k

A/n: probably a little shorter than I wanted. I haven't written anything in over a month, so I'm trying to get back into it again. Divider made by me.

Not proofread 18+ no minors

The trailer was quiet now except for the low hum of Eddie's a/c in the window. You were curled up on his side with your head on his chest. He was fast asleep now, but you couldn't.

Not after what transpired just a few hours ago. Your eyes still burned, and your heart still ached a little. You both said your sorrys, but there was something still lingering inside of you. Even though he was the main one apologizing since you truly did nothing wrong.

The way he screamed at you and got in your face. You never said a word back. You just let him unleash what he had pent up inside him. You tried to walk away, but he just followed you. Spewing hurtful things again and again.

You kept telling yourself it was the alcohol mixed with anger that made him this way. Even though in the back of your mind, it felt like he had been waiting for this opportunity to tell you how he really felt.

The moment his voice kept raising octave after octave and his face flushed red with anger. You knew there was no point in fighting back, so you just took it. Hoping he'd give up and leave you alone. You guys have fought before, but it was nothing like this. You've never been scared of him.

Until he backed you up into a corner and just laid into you. You shrunk down desperately, trying to make yourself as small as possible. The smell of various types of alcohol on his breath filled your nose.

He called you all sorts of names "bitch", "dumb" and various other hurtful insults. He grabbed you roughly by the arm to stop you from leaving and so you were forced to listen to him berate you. Any moment now, you were waiting for the cops to show up. You were sure the neighbors could hear him and would call them.

You didn't know accepting a free drink from a guy at the bar Eddie was performing in would set him off. Apparently, the guy is a long-time rival of his. Someone Eddie seriously hates, and Eddie doesn't usually hate anyone. He dislikes people, yes, but he doesn't hate them.

You noticed something was up when we marched over to you and downed the drink himself. You didn't get a chance to take a small sip of it. He barely even looked your way when he did it. Then the next thing you remember is being pulled to the van, and that's when the shouting started. Each word that came from his mouth was laced with so much venom.

"You're really fucking dumb you know that."

"You're such a bitch I don't even know why I give you the time of day."

"You're lucky someone like me even looked twice at someone like you."

Those lines still rang in your head even now as you're curled up next to him. He did eventually calm down. You guessed once the last bit of alcohol wore off, and he sobered up. Maybe when his voice became horse and he couldn't scream anymore is when he decided to stop.

The moment he was done, his face immediately softened. He wasn't mad anymore, but you were still upset. You still wondered if his voice didn't give out, would he still be yelling at you right now. He tried to pull you to him at first but you resisted.

He shushed you as he rubbed your back, and you eventually caved and melted into his arms. You cried in his chest as he hugged you to him tighter. When you noticed, his body was lightly shaking. You pulled back to see tears streaming down his face.

His voice croaked. "I'm so sorry, baby."

"You know I didn't mean any of that stuff," i said, right?" His voice is soft, and his touch is gentle.

You gave a weak smile "yeah I know you didn't it's okay."

You both stood there in the hallway by his room in eachothers arms for what felt like hours. Neither one of you said a word too tired to even talk it out yet.

You just wanted to sleep, and you wanted to be okay. He always made everything okay, and now it's feels different. You feel embarrassed, and you feel as though something is still lingering in the air.

Like there is more to say, but you're too afraid to ask. Eventually, you both somehow make it to bed. Your mind is groggy, and your anxiety is still high. You can't even remember getting undressed and into bed with him.

You tossed and turned all night long while Eddie was fast asleep. His arm draped around you, keeping you locked in close to him. You remember him wanting to have sex but you rejected him opting to just cuddle instead.

Eddie was fine with that. He seemed a little hurt, but he's never pressured you to do something you didn't want to. You felt guilty for rejecting him. There was just something there that stopped you. This lingering presence that you can't even describe.

You were hoping it would be gone by morning, but you're still sensing it. Maybe it was the lack of communication you were so used to having with him. Maybe it was the mean things he said that somehow confirmed your insecurities. Eddie told you he didn't mean them, but you just couldn't shake that,"What if?"

Now you're just laying here on his chest, counting his heartbeats. The feeling of sadness still consuming you. You want him to wake up and have everything back to normal again. You also don't want him to wake up because you're too embarrassed to face him.

Eddie stirs a bit in his sleep, but he doesn't move away from you. Instead, he manages to pull you closer to him. You can feel him squeeze your hip and give it a light little tap. His eyes slowly open as you pretend to still be sleeping.

You heard him groan a bit and cough, probably from the pain in his throat now. He stretches out, and you can hear the little pops his toes make when he cracks them.

You notice tell he's trying his best not to disturb your sleep. Each movement he makes is thought out and careful as he does it. He's trying his best not to startle you awake. He feels bad about how he treated you earlier tonight, but he's not as remorseful as you think. He loves you so much and didn't ever want to hurt you like this. But he couldn't control his temper with you any longer. The alcohol in his system didn't help either.

Does he regret how he went about it? Yes. Did he feel like this fight was a long time coming? He sure did. Next time, he might try to go about it differently if he ever caught you doing something like that again. He knows he can't control his emotions well, and sadly, this time, you were on the receiving end of his anger.

"I love you so much." Eddie spoke in a very raspy horse whipser. He kissed your temple and very slowly got out of bed. He didn't want to wake you at all.

That little moment is enough reassurance you needed. He does still love you. He didn't mean what he said to you last night. You hear the shower turn on and his muffled voice humming through the thin walls. Slowly but surely, everything felt normal again. Even if you haven't spoken yet.

That uneasy feeling you had before was gone immediately. Well, that's what you're trying to convince yourself anyway. His cracked voice singing from the bathroom as he showers calms your mind. Eventually, sleep finally takes over you, and you know everything is going to be okay.

But maybe not.

The shower turning off grabs your attention. You could hear him slowly creeping back into the bedroom, trying not to wake you up. You're in and out one minute you're calm the next you're not. You think you're fine but are you really? Eddie got right back into bed and pulled you in close again. His arm holding you tight against his chest.

He leans forward, pressing yet another kiss to your temple before whispering, "Stop being sad, sweetheart. You love me, and I love you more."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #my writing

[augustjustice]

Children Behave (That's What They Say When We're Together), 2/2

AO3

Part 1

"Somebody had better be on fire," Steve says, jabbing a warning finger in the direction of four slack-jawed faces. 

"You weren't answering your walkie," Dustin replies mechanically. He holds up his own in explanation, the motion jerky, as though he's operating on autopilot. "Either of you."

"Yeah, well," Steve swings out an arm dramatically, encompassing the both of them. "We're fine. You can see that we're fine.” 

Eddie wiggles his fingers at them as if to demonstrate, the wave distressingly similar to the one Steve uses when he’s just been caught and is trying to look disarming and harmless.

“So can you go now?"

“Yeah,” Eddie darts a look over to Steve, the corner of his mouth twitching, “Harrington and I have got some…business we’re looking to finish up here.”

Max can’t manage to hold back her snort, though it doesn’t really look like she was trying all that hard.

“Oh, yeah, whatever you two have been up to looked super professional a couple minutes ago,” she comments wryly.

Steve narrows his eyes.

“Were you guys seriously spying on us? You have got to be shitting me. I expected better from…" his gaze grazes over the teens standing there one-by-one, seemingly dismissing each of them in turn before finally landing on– "Lucas! I expected better from you of all people, Sinclair. Thought you knew how to mind your business, unlike the rest of these nosy little menaces."

"Hey!" Mike and Dustin protest simultaneously.

Max, for her part, looks completely unaffected, and furthermore not even a little guilty.

Lucas points to her.

"Where my lady goes, I too must follow."

"Aww, that's sweet," Eddie comments, completely sincere as he looks between the two of them. Then he reaches over and smacks Steve lightly on the shoulder. "How come you don't ever say romantic shit like that to me, Harrington?"

Steve rolls his eyes.

"You're not helping."

"Wasn't trying to, sunshine," Eddie's smile remains, wide and mischievous. "Still doesn't answer my question."

"I dove through a portal to the Upside Down for you!"

"That was just you and your big damn hero shtick, don't act like that was about me. Besides, I'm the one who literally followed you into hell."

Steve's expression suddenly takes on a sly, triumphant edge.

"So you admit it, then. It was romantic when you did it!"

"No no no, I didn’t say that. I confess to nothing, good sir!"

Their banter is only disrupted by Mike’s spluttering. 

“You–you and Steve?!” he squeaks, seeming no less blindsided than he had been when he suspected it was Nancy in the car. “It’s weird enough having to watch you guys be friends, but–”

"Oh, we're real friendly now," Eddie drawls, shooting Steve a wink and a dimpled grin. "Isn't that right, Harrington?"

"Shut up," Steve complains, giving Eddie's shoulder a shove, but everyone present can see the way he ducks his head, a smile twitching helplessly at the corner of his mouth.

As a collective, the party–even Mike–shoot each other a series of pointed looks, communicating telepathically the way close friends sometimes do. They've all seen Steve in date mode more times than they care to count, but have they ever seen him look so…flustered?

And as some of the initial shell shock starts to wear off, Dustin’s expression begins to morph into something almost…smug.

"I would just like to point out…" he says in typical, sanctimonious fashion, "that I told you both you’d really get along if you just got to know each other."

Max snorts again.

"What, by sticking their tongues down each other's throats?"

The look on her face holds nothing but amusement, which is a relief, though Steve's not sure how he feels about the mischievous glee that accompanies it.

"No!" Dustin protests, embarrassment tinging his face. "Not that I care about that, just–I'm just saying I told you so!"

“Nobody likes a know-it-all, Dusty Buns,” Eddie sing-songs.

“Right?!” Steve cuts a look across to Eddie. “The mouth on this kid, I swear. How’d he turn out to be such a little smart ass?”

The way Eddie’s lips twitch suggests he’s seconds away from laughing. “Our terrible influence, probably.” 

“That must be it.”

“Never mind, I take it back. I regret everything, and I’m sorry I ever introduced the two of you.”

Steve and Eddie dart a glance at each other, exchanging quick, shit-eating grins.

“But, I mean, that’s not even accurate. You did not introduce us, I’ve known who Eddie was literally for years,” Steve has to protest when he turns back to the kids, partially because it is true, and partially because there’s no way in hell he’s gonna give Dustin the satisfaction, not after the night he’s had. 

“Yeah, cuz I used to sell at all your fancy little shindigs.”

“Not just because of that. Don’t know how to tell you this, Munson, but you’re kinda hard to miss.”

Eddie gawps at him.

“Are you suggesting that King Steve paid attention to little ole me? You’ve made my year, Stevie, truly you have.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “I’m honestly not really sure how anybody could miss you with all those big speeches of yours. Pretty annoying, to be honest.”

“Nah, you liiiiike me,” Eddie taunts. He reaches out, as if he’s about to pinch at one of Steve’s cheeks, but Steve manages to dodge out of the way with his fine-tuned athletic reflexes, batting Eddie’s hand away.

“Well, I think it’s nice,” Lucas pipes up, before the pair of them can fall into their flirtatious back-and-forth again, deliberately shooting Mike a pointed look.

“Thank you, Sinclair,” Steve says. “At least somebody around here has manners.” 

“I still think it’s gross,” Mike mutters.

“And just why is that, Little Wheel?” Eddie asks, lifting one warning eyebrow. “Cuz me and Harrington are both guys?”

“No! Because it’s Steve!” Mike flings out his arms, gesturing to him in disbelief. “First my sister, and then Wi–whu-women! The women of Hawkins, and now you, too?! He’s a jock! What do you even see in him??”

“Wow, thanks a lot, Wheeler,” Steve says, deadpan.

As Lucas lets out a soft, protesting hey! of his own, Max twines her arm tightly around his, glaring daggers at Mike.

“The Munson doctrine’s undergone some pretty heavy revisions, the past few months,” Eddie tugs a strand of hair towards his mouth, shooting Steve a fond look. “Are there some shitty jocks out there? Sure. But there’s plenty more who aren’t. I was a dickhead, to act like we were natural born enemies, or some shit. Assholes are assholes, and we shall judge them accordingly, regardless of creed.”

“Yeah, Mike. Don’t be a jackass like Munson,” Max challenges, grin sharp. 

“Mayfield…” Steve warns with a groan, but Eddie only laughs. 

“Nah, she’s right, Stevie.” Reaching forward, he ruffles Mike’s hair. “Listen to Red–she’s a smart lady–and don’t make the same mistakes as me, Wheeler.”

Mike scoffs, but falls silent, looking suitably chastised. 

Steve squints at them, then, looking both suspicious and curious. "Wait. How the hell did you guys get out here, anyway?"

"We rode. Bikes," Lucas thumbs over his shoulder up into the trees, where their bicycles still lay abandoned. 

"Seriously?" Steve huffs. Running a hand through his hair, he finally gets out of the car, rounding it as he pops open the trunk. "Just…get in the damn car."

"What, in the trunk?" Max asks, just to be a smartass, but the look Steve cuts her tells her he is not having it this evening. She holds up her hands in surrender. "Kidding, I was only kidding. Jeez."

A fair amount of bike wrangling later, the four of them pile into the Beemer’s backseat, packing in tight like a can of sardines. 

“How come Eddie gets shotgun?” Dustin whines in protest just as one of Mike’s sharp elbows digs into his side.

“One,” Steve actually literally begins to tick off on his fingers, not even bothering to turn around, “because you guys are annoying the shit out of me right now, no way one of you rascals gets to ride up front. And two,” he holds up his middle finger deliberately, “boyfriend privileges.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up at the declaration, a toothy smile creasing his face. But there’s something soft around the edges of it, even as he deliberately leans into Steve’s face.

“I’m your boyfriend, Stevie?”

“Well–yeah. Duh, of course you are,” Steve splutters, two bright spots of pink blooming on his cheeks, “I mean–unless you didn’t want–not if you’re not–”

Eddie presses a finger against Steve’s lips, silencing him with a shushing sound.

“No take backs now, Harrington. I’m your boyfriend. Said so yourself.”

“You’re gonna be really insufferable about this, aren’t you?” Once again, Steve’s smile really undercuts his put upon sigh.

“You bet your sweet ass I am.”

“Ew!” Mike protests at the same moment Dustin squawks, “Don’t talk about his ass! There are children present!”

“Really, Henderson? Children?” Steve finally cranes to look at them over his shoulder, one eyebrow quirked up sardonically. “That’s not what you said last week, when you tried to talk me into buying you beer.”

“You tell ‘em, sweetheart!”

Max rolls her eyes. “Can we please just go? Preferably before you two and your sickening sweetness gives me a cavity?”

And their bickering doesn’t quiet the entire ride back into the neighborhoods of Hawkins.

---

As they pull up in front of their first stop of the night–the Wheelers and the Sinclairs–Steve catches Eddie’s eye, then turns to face the four teens in the backseat again. 

“Look, before you get out,” he starts, stilling Lucas and Mike, each with a hand on their respective door handles, “I just wanted to say…it’s cool, you know, that you guys worry. I get it. But, we’re all okay now. Yeah?”

“What were you doing out by Lover’s Lake?” Dustin asks, a hint of an accusation in his voice. 

“Other than the obvious, like we tried to tell you?” Max snarks back. 

“That one’s on me, Henderson,” Eddie raises a hand, like he’s just been reluctantly called on in class. “Supply run. We decided to make a night of it.”

Both Dustin and Mike’s faces screw up at the way Eddie waggles his eyebrows suggestively, while Max simply elbows Dustin in admonishment from her perch on Lucas’s lap.

“But, no need to worry, kiddos. I’ve got Harrington, now. I’ll protect him from the big bad world,” Eddie winks as Steve shoots him an exasperated but fond look.

“What I’m trying to say,” Steve starts pointedly, steering the conversation back on track, “is maybe it’s time we, I don’t know–stopped worrying so much, and let ourselves be stupid teenagers for a while? That goes for you guys, too.” He wags a finger at them. “But not too stupid, okay? I’m still responsible for you shitheads.”

As a collective, they sigh out, We know, Steve, before Lucas and Mike finally climb out of the car. 

But, despite their show of annoyance, as Steve and Eddie drop them off one-by-one, watching until they each make it inside, the party members all arrive home secure in the knowledge that these days the lake is just a lake, their babysitter and dungeon master safe. And maybe, just maybe, the four of them sleep a little sounder in their beds that night, realizing they might finally get the chance to be stupid teenagers, too, with nothing more than too nosey friends out there waiting for them in the dark.

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #max mayfield #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #the party #brotp: babysitter's club #my writing #my stuff #my things #the party are meddling little menaces and everyone is snarky as hell #but that's their love language and they mean well

[wileys-russo]

Can I request one with Leah boyfriend vibes where she's like an annoying teenage boyfriend to the point where we get really mad at her and she gets super soft until we're all right back and then she just goes back to annoying us like always

I feel like that's literally Leah. That cocky smile does things to me

I really love your work 🫶🥹

teenage love II l.williamson

"honey i'm hoome!" you heard your girlfriend sing out sarcastically as her keys jingled in the front door. "hi baby." you greeted happily, the girl dropping her kit bag by the front door. "oh leah get off you're all sweaty!" you whined in disgust as she wrapped you in a hug, just having finished training for the day.

"training went really really well, thank you for asking baby that's so kind of you to care how my career is going." the taller girl sighed dramatically, refusing to loosen her grip on you as you struggled to get away. "go have a shower." you finally pulled away, shoving her off you as the blonde only grinned.

"you secretly love it." she blew you a kiss and a sharp slap echoed around the room as she smacked your bum before jogging upstairs before you could tell her off for it.

with a roll of your eyes you disapeared back into the laundry, folding your girlfriends clean washing and humming along to the song playing from your phone tucked in your back pocket. you didn't hear leah return however a pile of dirty clothes landing on your head certainly alerted you to her presence.

"seriously?" you turned quickly with a glare and yanked them off, throwing them at her in distaste as she only gave you a cheeky smile and moved next to you to load them into the machine.

"you're so annoying." you grumbled under your breath, smacking her hands away as they poked at your side and she was momentarily distracted by fiddling around with the settings of the washer.

"oh my god move i'll do it." you sighed in frustration, pushing her to the side and setting up the machine, clicking for it to began the cycle, glaring at the blonde over your shoulder as she once again smacked your bum with a cheeky smile.

"even though i know that you know how to use the washer." you warned her as she pulled herself to sit up on the dryer, well aware leah only pretended not to know how to do things knowing you'd just take over and do them for her.

"excuse me babe i don't take lightly to these heinous accusations." the blonde gasped, clutching a hand to her chest as you ignored her and went back to folding her clean clothes.

"don't." you warned as your girlfriend kicked you lightly from behind, swinging her long legs as she remained perched on the dryer with a grin. you bit your tongue as she did it again and again, hoping she'd get bored and leave if you just ignored her, which usually worked since she had the attention span about as long as a blink.

you got your wish as she hopped down from the dryer, kissing your cheek sweetly as she passed by. though the nice moment was ruined as she pushed over the neatly folded stack of clothes, sprinting out of the room as they toppled to the floor.

"leah!" you yelled after her, dragging your hands down your face with a groan. "honestly and she's supposed to be older?" you muttered to yourself with a huff as you shoved her clean clothes into a basket.

"here's your clothes and your kit for tomorrow, fold them or leave them on the floor. i don't care!" you dumped the basket upside down beside the blonde on the lounge. "oh these are so warm, how did you know i was cold?" the taller girl made a point to lay down among the pile of clothes with a content sigh.

you bit the inside of your cheek as she smiled at you smugly, turning on heel and walking away, determined not to give her the satisfaction of your annoyance, you could swear she was a sixteen year old teenage boy and not a twenty six year old woman.

how she could switch from being so serious and stone faced on the pitch to sometimes the most infuriatingly immature human being you've ever met was a mystery you were yet to solve. she was lucky she was so annoyingly attractive and you were so in love with her or else you may have covered up her murder by now.

having a rare moment of peace you put away your own clean clothes in the bedroom, hearing the occasional pelt of your girlfriends laughter from downstairs as she entertained herself with a movie.

with a sigh you put away the trainers she'd tossed around the room when trying to decide which pair to wear today, full well knowing it would be you who tripped over them in three days time when they were still there.

you let out a loud scream as the tall blonde zapped you in the ribs from behind, you'd not even heard her come up. "don't do that!" you breathed out shakily, shoving her away with a glare. "i'm sorryyy." she sung out, pulling you into a hug as you kept your arms by your side.

"oh baby you've forgotten how to hug. well look we get these, and we put them here-" the girl grabbed your wrists, wrapping your arms around her back. "and then we squeeze!" you yelped as she suddenly picked you up off the ground, forcing you to cling onto her tightly.

"-and thats how you hug, you're welcome." the girl smirked, her hands gripping your thighs holding you up.

"you're insufferable you know that?"

~

"oo can i have a sandwich please babe?" you asked politely as your girlfriend returned to her spot beside you on the lounge, your errands for the day finally done meaning you could relax.

"sure. the bread is over there, and the ham is in the fridge." leah answered with a mouthful of food, pointing over her shoulder, eyes zoned in on the tv as you scoffed. "you're literally the worst." you smacked her leg hard and stood to your feet.

"oh thank you." your own sandwich that you made was snatched from your hand as you sat back down, leah taking a large bite as you stared at the smirking blonde in disbelief. you launched yourself at her as she laughed and held it out of reach, easily a good foot or two taller than you were.

"do you really want to do this? you know i'll win." leah grinned as you tried to grab your food back, climbing practically on top of her. "gimme it! god you're so annoying!" you grunted, leah taking another bite of the sandwich to spite you as she pushed you easily away with her free hand.

"leah!" you glared as she pressed her foot to your chest, long legs holding you off as she continued to eat your sandwich. "okay i have had enough!" you snapped, shooting to your feet as your girlfriend took the final bite, making a point to lick her fingers clean.

"you are always going out of your way to wind me up, you purposefully do the most basic tasks wrong so that i have to do them, you can't pick up after yourself, i do all the cooking and the cleaning, you lick your fucking finger and shove it in my ear, you-" you continued to rant, leah simply watching you with a cocky smile and her arms folded over her chest, man spreading arrogantly as she always did.

"what the fuck are you smiling at?" you spat, face twisted into a murderous glare with your fists balled by your sides. "you, you're just so gorgeous." she complimented, taking you off guard a little as you came down to earth, un-clenching your hands and taking a deep breath.

"come here." the blonde chuckled, grabbing the waistband of your shorts and tugging you to sit on her lap. "i love you so very much my girl, and i appreciate everything you do for me. it doesn't go unnoticed and i'll make more of an effort to help out." leah spoke, rarely serious for once as you nodded.

"that would be nice, thank you." "but not all the time...you look way too fit when you're pissed off with me." "god you are annoying."

#woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso blurbs #leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #engwnt #woso imagine #woso

[keen-li]

Take it, i know you can

Mdni

Just something simple for you :)

Sorry for any typos.

I'm still practicing how to write smut

....

"Jungkook" you call out his name with all the strength you can, your hands clawing at his back but he takes it as encouragement.

You had past your highs just some seconds ago and you thought he'd detach from you as usual. But you claw into his skin until he bleeds as you feel him still pull in and out of you.

"Jung-"

"It's not over" he says demandly/pleadingly as his stokes intensified.

You wonder how the fuck he's still hard.

His grip on your thighs,to keep them up,tightens as the other tightens around the cloth of the pillow you're lying on.

You watch his face scrunch up in concentration as he repeats.

"It's not over" his husky voice repeats more to himself and for you to understand. His long hair falls over his face as he stares at where you connect.

You definitely feel the effect of his strokes. You arch your back and your neck into the pillow, the pleasure and pain of being overestimulated taking over.

He lifts your leg over his shoulder, still passionately stroking into you.

You can feel your moans start to build up, your gasps making jungkook even harder.

He takes his time with his strokes which makes the feeling even more intense.

"Jungkook" you gasp out for him, it feels good but you don't know if you can take it.

"I can't..."

He doesn't want to hear that, you spent the whole week teasing him about how he couldn't fuck you through your overestimulation and even if he could you would be able to handle it.

And now you're here telling him you can't.

Mrs all talk no action.

He chuckles.

"Oh, come on I know you can" he smirks.

His now dark presence hovers over you. You feel some form of warmth when he cups your cheek with his hand and forces you to look at him.

"Take it. I know you can" stroke "take it just for me baby"

He has his eyes on how your body moves, the way you arch your back and try to run from him.

You have no control over your body and so your movements are controlled by the pleasure and pain. And they fight to choose to stay close to jungkook or to move away.

"Come here, where do you think you're going huh?"

He pulls you back when you get a little to far, and without warning he flips you onto your stomach so that you can just lay there. His figure is still above you and lifts your hips lightly to meet him again.

You gasp at feeling him again.

"Just lay there" he bends down to whisper by your ear and kiss your naked shoulder and the sensation sends you into a frenzy.

"You don't have to do anything" he speaks softly.

"I'll do everything, you just have to take it" you can hear the smirk in his voice.

He places kisses on your neck and shoulder as he fucks you just so you can remember he still loves you.

You gasp for your life as you soon feel that familiar feeling return.

Jungkook feels you flutter around him and he swears he can die right here, right in your raging cunt.

"Ju-ugh" you whine as you feel the room spinning.

"I've got you baby, I've got you" he says as he feels himself come down as well.

He lays on you, making sure not to crush you as you both catch your breaths.

"I love you so much baby" he says into your ear.

You smile and reach your hand out to stroke his cheek his hair.

"Aw, I love you too"

You feel the hold he has on you tighten, trying to comfort you, though he seems like he needs the comforting.

"No like I seriously love you so much"

....

A/N: cheers to long night of jungkook holding you and kissing you and trying to show you how much he loves.🥂

Well, I'm sorry for this post, it's my hormones😩😔

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look what we've become - ch.10

Chapter Summary: Tommy and Maria get married.

Chapter Warnings: language, marriage/wedding ceremony, mentions of pregnancy, so much fluff, so many feelings, soft joel, alcohol, talks of pregnancy, smut (18+ MDNI), fingering, unprotected piv sex, dirty talk

WC: 7.1K

A/N: The finale is here, my friends! I want to say a quick thank you to all of you who came back week after week. All of your support means the world to me and encourages me to keep writing. I hope you find the ending is satisfying for these characters, I did my best to stay true to the story I've created here. It is very fluffy and maybe a little cheesy but I think these characters earned it. Enjoy ❤️

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"Oh my god, I'm so nervous," Maria said, staring at herself in the mirror as you helped apply her makeup. There was just an hour left before the ceremony, and the butterflies were finally beginning to get to her. "Fuck, I wish I could drink." You laughed as you leaned forward to apply more blush to her cheeks.

"What's there to be nervous about?"

"Oh, I don't know! Declaring your undying love for someone in front of every single person in the entire town while trying not to throw up?" she said sarcastically, her voice taking on a panicky tone.

"You'll be fine. When you see him, I'll bet you anything, all of that shit will just melt away and it'll just be you and him. No one else matters," you told her, holding her gaze and watching your words land. "He loves you so much, Maria. You two are perfect together. There's no reason to be afraid."

She just stared at you, dumbfounded, as she listened to your little speech.

"Not to take away from all that, but that's pretty impressive coming from someone who had a fear of marriage not too long ago," she teased. You rolled your eyes and turned around to pick up the mascara.

"Well, maybe I had a best friend who was nice enough to knock some sense into me," you told her with a smirk. "Now tilt your head back and open your eyes up super wide," you told her, dipping the wand into the tube several times, hoping there was enough product left over to make her look perfect.

"Ugh, when's it gonna be my turn," Carrie said with a pout, waltzing into Maria's living room with a glass of wine in her hand. You glanced up at her and stifled a laugh.

"You better slow down, it's gonna be a long night," you warned her, but she just waved you off as she collapsed into the recliner.

"Seriously, though. What's Jake waiting for? We've been together for ages and I'm not getting any younger," she said, taking a sip from her glass.

"Have you talked about your future together?" Maria asked, still staring up at the ceiling as you applied another coat of mascara.

"Yeah, but he's just taking forever. I wish I was like you and didn't care," Carrie said, nodding in your direction. Maria's eyes locked onto yours and you shrugged.

"Oh, yeah. I told her a long time ago," you said sheepishly, and she shook her head lightly.

"Well, if she knows everything, then I guess it's okay if I tell her you want to get married now?" Maria asked defiantly. Your eyes widened and you pressed your lips into a thin line when you heard Carrie jump up and clap her hands.

"I knew it! I knew you'd come around! Can I be a bridesmaid?" she asked, and you nearly dropped the makeup in your hand.

"Whoa, slow down! Joel doesn't even know how I feel about it, so let's keep this super fucking quiet, okay?" you told her, giving her a stern look. She nodded and pretended to zip her lips, but you pointed menacingly at her. "Promise me, Carrie. Don't say a goddamn thing."

"I promise!" she said, holding her hand up in defeat, the other still clutching her glass. "But why haven't you told him?"

"What am I supposed to say? 'Oh, remember all the hell I put you through? Yeah, that was all for nothing, I changed my mind, let's get hitched?'" you said sarcastically before putting the mascara away and giving Maria a hand mirror.

"I'll bet if you said that, he would totally be on board," Maria said with a laugh before handing you the mirror back.

"Well, why don't you ask him to marry you instead?" Carrie offered, staring at her nails and frowning at the chipped paint. Your jaw dropped at the suggestion.

"Oh my god, I can't do that!"

"Why not? What does it even matter? I bet he'd love it," Carrie said, looking back up at you. You slowly shook your head and then Maria chimed in.

"How do you know he isn't planning on asking you already?"

"Now? I really doubt it," you scoffed.

"You never know," she told you, standing up to fix her hair before glancing at the time. "Enough about you, it's my day so let's get me into my dress."

You laughed and followed her to her bedroom.

"Man, you are really bossy since you've gotten pregnant, you know that?" you said with a grin, and somewhere behind you Carrie giggled.

"Newsflash: I was bossy before. Now wait here so you can zip me into this damn thing because if I don't fit, I'm going to scream."

Maria had always wanted to get married outside, but it was almost November and the weather refused to cooperate any longer. She made sure to jokingly blame you for it as often as she could, claiming if your damn bones would just heal faster she might have been able to pull it off. But once you saw how beautifully the town hall was decorated, you almost wanted to tell her she owed you one because you couldn't possibly envision anything looking better outside. Carrie and Ellie had pitched in to help, and they made a stellar team.

The altar was a repurposed garden arch trellis painted white and adorned with mostly paper flowers, considering the time of year. Apparently, some of the older kids in Ellie's art class helped to make the flowers, and they looked absolutely stunning. They used whatever material they had on hand: some tissue paper, some fabric from torn up clothes, and even some paper bags that they ended up painting and dusting with glitter. It was so impressive, you made a mental note to compliment Ellie on it later.

An old, worn rug had been rolled down the aisle with loose flower petals disbursed on top, leading up to the altar. White candlesticks were being lit behind it on the table where most of the meetings took place, a beautiful white tablecloth covering the length of it.

"It looks really great out there," you whispered to Maria, who was hiding in the bathroom, pacing nervously across the floor.

"Yeah? Are they almost ready?" she asked, eyes wide and anxious.

"They're lighting the candles now, so I'm guessing the guys will be back here any minute," you told her with a reassuring smile. "Calm down, Maria. You look absolutely beautiful. There's nothing to worry about."

"Thanks," she said quickly, but continued to pace. "What if I'm making a huge mistake? Oh my god..."

"You aren't! Stop it!" you scolded her, holding out your hands to try to stop her from moving around so much. "You and Tommy are perfect together. I promise you, once you see him, all of your nerves are going to disappear."

She looked at you, trying to force herself to calm down and listen, but her chest was still rising and falling much quicker than usual.

"Besides, it's a little late. You're having his kid," you joked, glancing down at her belly. She furrowed her brows at you for just a second before dissolving into a fit of laughter, gripping the sink to hold her up while you crouched on the ground, laughing and holding your dress up around your knees, trying to catch your breath.

"I'm sorry!" you said, wiping a tear away. "I had to!"

"I'm gonna get you back for that one day," she said, finally getting ahold of herself, still clutching her stomach. "But I needed that. Thank you."

"You're welcome. I take my job as maid of honor very seriously," you told her, giving her a fake salute.

A sharp rap on the door made both of you swivel your heads towards the sound.

"They're linin' up out here," you heard Joel's low drawl filter through the door. You glanced at Maria and grinned.

"You ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," she said, a nervous smile spreading across her face. You pulled her in for one quick hug before heading to the door. You cracked the door open and squeezed out, shutting it behind you quickly so nobody would get a sneak peek of the bride.

Joel was standing a couple feet away, fiddling with his cuffs, his back to the door. When he turned around to look at you, you could have sworn time stood still.

He was wearing a black suit and white shirt underneath, no tie per Maria's request, with the top two buttons of his shirt undone. He grinned as his eyes raked up and down your body, trying to express his appreciation over your dress, but you were still transfixed by the sight of him. You weren't sure if it was the paper boutonniere pinned to his lapel that made the difference, because you had seen him in a suit countless times in the past, or how he took the extra effort to trim his beard and style his hair, but something about the moment sent your mind into overdrive. Carrie's words from earlier in the day kept repeating in your head: why don't you ask him to marry you instead? And you were so caught up in the moment that you almost considered it. You wanted him looking like this for you. And you wanted to be nervously pacing the bathroom for him. All of a sudden, you wanted it so badly that you couldn't think about anything else.

"You look beautiful," Joel murmured, giving your cheek a quick kiss, completely oblivious. You managed to give him a shaky smile in return before curling your arm around his as he led you over to the back of the wedding party line. You stared straight ahead, vaguely listening to Jake and Carrie in front of you chatting quietly, your mind still reeling. Where did this come from? Why couldn't you have felt like this a few months ago? Why did you always have to complicate everything?

"She all set in there?" Seth asked you, his hand on the bathroom door. You nodded.

"Yep, she's ready. You can go in and get her once Tommy's gone."

You thought you had gotten yourself back on task but when Joel began to lead you down the aisle and your eyes locked with various friends and neighbors as you slowly made your way to the altar, your heart began thudding so loudly in your chest that you were sure everyone could hear it, even over the sound of Bill playing the piano to a familiar ballad you couldn't quiet name. Your grip on his arm tightened a fraction and you felt him glance over at you.

"You okay?" he whispered.

You didn't trust yourself to look at him, so you just gave a quick nod, staring straight ahead at Frank, the town's officiant. Fortunately, you were almost at the altar, so he let you go, giving you a chance to breathe. He went to stand next to Tommy, and you next to Carrie. As you turned to await Seth and Maria, your eyes found Joel's and you felt your throat tighten at the sight of him next to the beautiful archway. You might have been wrong, but you could have sworn you saw something in his eyes when he looked at you this time. His lips parted like he was suddenly short of breath and the grip he had on his left wrist tightened.

When Bill suddenly changed tunes and all the guests stood from their chairs, you dragged your eyes away from Joel, watching with a smile as Seth led Maria down the aisle. She looked a lot more confident now that she was making her way to Tommy, who was doing his best not to shed the tears that had been threatening to fall ever since he walked into the building.

You tried your best to listen to Frank, but your eyes kept drifting past Tommy and Maria and landing on Joel, who appeared to also be having a difficult time paying attention. He shifted his weight and he took a few deep breaths, but he could feel your eyes on him and he couldn't focus. He just prayed when the time came to hand over the rings, he wouldn't be completely distracted because the last thing he wanted to do was let his brother down on his big day.

Joel risked a glance in your direction when he noticed you lean down to fix Maria's dress. God, you looked so pretty. Standing there at the altar in that beautiful dress and your hair styled perfectly. If he tuned everyone out, he could pretend it was his wedding instead of Tommy's. That all these people were here to listen to the two of you profess your undying love for each other, to celebrate you committing yourselves to the other. He told you he would stop bringing it up, but something about what you said last night and now the way you looked at him today made him decide he was going to break that promise.

Luckily, he snapped out of it when he heard Frank begin to talk about the rings and what they signified, so he reached into his jacket pocket, fingers dipping into the silky material. He felt the smooth metal then paused when he realized there was only one ring in there. Wrong pocket.

He pulled his hand out and tried the other breast pocket. Sure enough, he pulled out both rings and handed them over to Tommy with a smile.

As Tommy and Maria exchanged vows, you did your best to focus on their words, putting Joel out of your mind for just a few minutes so you could be present for your best friend. But as you watched Maria slip the gold band around Tommy's finger, flashes of Joel wearing a similar ring clouded your vision and you had to look away. Fuck, what was wrong with you?

Your eyes snapped back at them when you heard the guests all clapping and cheering as they sealed the deal with their first kiss. You quickly joined in, hoping nobody noticed the delay, then leaned down to move the train of Maria's dress so she and Tommy could make their way down the aisle. You watched as they reached the end of the aisle, giving each other one more kiss and earning another chorus of cheers when suddenly you heard Joel's voice in your ear.

"We're next."

You looked up at him, eyes wide and surprised until you noticed his elbow jutted out towards you.

"Right, sorry," you said, looping your hand through his arm as you let him lead you down the aisle, hoping that you didn't look as red as you felt.

Tommy and Maria greeted guests after the ceremony in the small foyer where you had previously lined up to enter the hall. It was absolutely packed, and you quickly got lost in the shuffle. At one point, you saw Ellie with a couple of friends from school, and you had tried to make your way over to them, wanting to tell her what a great job she did on the decorations, but you had gotten stopped by one of her teachers and you lost sight of her.

"If you had the time next week, I would love to have a chat with you about Ellie's participation in class. It's nothing to be worried about, she's still acclimating, and I understand that, but she just needs to learn that there is a time and place to voice her opinions," Mrs. Baker was telling you.

"Of course, I can stop by Monday if that works?"

"That would be delightful, dear. She's a very bright girl. I just don't think the other children in class need to hear about Napoleon's explicit love letters to Joséphine."

You bit back a laugh as you forced a serious nod and furrowed your brow.

"I'll make sure to talk to her," you assured her. That seemed to finally end the conversation because Mrs. Baker smiled and turned to find her husband, right as you felt someone's familiar touch wrap around your waist from behind.

"Hey, you," you said, twisting around in Joel's arms to look up at him.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look today?" he asked, his eyes dipping down to sneak a peek at your cleavage.

"You may have mentioned it," you said, draping your arms around his neck as you gazed up at him.

His eyes drifted around the packed room before looking back down at you.

"You wanna get outta here?"

You laughed, then stopped when you realized he was serious.

"Joel, we can't-"

"We got time before the reception," he said, dipping his mouth down to plant a kiss against your bare shoulder. "Look at this place. No one'll even notice we're gone."

"What did you have in mind?" you asked him, raising an eyebrow when he straightened back up. He shrugged and tried to hide his smirk.

"Thought maybe we could finish what we started last night in the shower," he said, leaning down to whisper in your ear. You felt a jolt at your center, and even though you knew you shouldn't, you caved.

"We can't be gone long," you warned him, and he nodded before leading you by the hand through the throngs of people towards the exit.

Joel was right. Nobody even noticed you were missing. The entire town was empty, save for a few kind souls who were keeping watch at the gates as you made your way quickly back home. You had barely twisted the lock on the door when Joel's mouth was already on your neck, pressing you up against the wood, his hands greedily roaming down your sides and around the back to squeeze your ass. You giggled against his mouth and managed to break away.

"So I wasn't ready last night, but tonight I am?" you teased, backing up towards the stairs as he stalked after you.

"Yep," was all he offered, and you grinned before grabbing his hand and hauling him as quickly as you could up the steps.

He crowded you into the bedroom, his hands trying and failing to figure out how to work your dress. You waved him off and took a step back.

"Let me take this off and hang it up before you ruin it," you said with a grin. Reluctantly, he nodded, his heated gaze watching you as you made your way backwards into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

You hurriedly removed your dress, leaving you in just a slip over your bra and panties, and hung it on the hanger you had left over the curtain rod earlier that day. You walked over to the mirror, staring at your reflection, trying to collect your thoughts.

Maybe you should do it. Maybe you should just ask him to marry you. Would that be so awful? Maybe Carrie was onto something.

You glanced around the bathroom, looking for something that could take the place of a ring. You saw an elastic hair tie of yours sitting next to the sink and you snatched it up, wrapping it around your wrist before taking a deep breath. You could do this.

Before you lost your nerve, you swung the door open, then gasped.

Joel was waiting for you, already on bended knee with a stunning diamond ring pinched between his fingers.

He was nervous. You could tell he was doing his best to hide it, but you saw how shakily his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat when he swallowed. His eyes were all soft and wide as they looked up at you from the ground, filled with such love and hope and vulnerability that it made you want to melt to the floor next to him.

"I know I said I wasn't gonna bring this up again," he started, his voice trembling, "but I can't help it. You just looked so beautiful standin' up there today and I couldn't stop thinkin' 'bout you and me."

Your hands slowly came up to cover your mouth as your brows pinched together, trying your hardest not to cry so you could commit the moment to memory.

"I know you said you were scared. I'm scared, too. But look at what we've been through. There's nothin' we can't do when we're together," he said, taking a moment to swallow nervously as he watched you flick a stray tear away from the corner of your eye.

"My life began when the world ended," he told you after taking a deep breath, finally saying the words he rehearsed in his head a thousand times. "I've never felt like this 'bout anybody. You make me whole. You make me want to be a better man. You make me laugh and you drive me crazy and I wouldn't have it any other way."

You giggled as more tears clouded your vision.

"If you marry me, I promise I'll keep you safe. I promise I'll love you til the end of time. And I promise I'll never ask for anythin' in return because you're all I want. You're all I need."

You couldn't hold back the tears any longer. They steadily streamed down your cheeks as you sunk to the floor in front of him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him before pulling back to look at him and nodded.

"Yes, I'll marry you."

A huge grin spread across his face when he leaned forward for another urgent kiss, his hand trembling as it gripped the back of your neck. He let you go just long enough to clumsily put the ring he was holding on your finger, and you had to blink the tears away so you could get a better look at it.

"I love it," you sniffled, looking up at him earnestly as you twisted it around your finger. "How long have you had it?"

"Months. I don't even know," he admitted, the adrenaline coursing through his veins making his voice shake. You grinned and looked down at the ring again, admiring how it sparkled even in the dim light of the bedroom.

"Oh, wait!" you said, suddenly remembering something. You pulled the hair tie off your wrist and wrapped it around his own. He looked down at it, confused, before looking back up at you.

"I was about to ask you to marry me but I didn't have a ring," you said, then giggled when you saw the expression on his face. "You beat me to it."

"It's perfect," he said, looking back down at his wrist before pulling you close again. "You're perfect."

He wrapped his arms around your middle and lifted you up from the floor, grunting when he straightened his knee, and walked you backwards towards the bed while his tongue invaded your mouth hungrily. You let out a surprised squeak when he gave you a slight push, causing you to fall back onto the mattress. You bit your lip and watched as he shrugged off his suitcoat before he began working on the buttons of his shirt.

"Wait! Don't let that get wrinkled, Maria will kill you," you warned him, and he rolled his eyes with a grin before stooping down to pick up the jacket. He draped it over the back of a chair and raised his eyebrows at you for approval.

"Thank you," you told him sweetly, but he just shook his head as he pulled off his shirt, giving it the same treatment as the jacket.

"We ain't even married yet and you're already bossin' me around," he joked, making you laugh.

"I hate to tell you this, but I've always bossed you around."

He chuckled as he shed the rest of his clothes before crawling on top of you, latching his mouth onto your neck while he ground his hips into yours, the sensation taking your breath away momentarily.

"That's alright, sweetheart. You can boss me around all you want, so long as I get to boss you around in here," he murmured against your skin while his hand drifted down your side and pulled your slip up and over your head. He sat back so he could kneel between your legs, his hands dancing over your skin as he took a moment to admire your body.

"Can't believe you're all mine," he said softly, almost like he was talking to himself. "I'm the luckiest man in the world, y'know that?" he asked, glancing back up from your body to meet your eyes.

"C'mere," was all you said, beckoning him towards you with your arms. He didn't need to be told twice. He fell forward, his forearms caging you in as you pulled him into another kiss, but this time it was more deliberate. Slower, yet still forceful as you tried to express all your feelings for him into one moment.

As much as you wanted to take your time, you knew you really shouldn't be gone too long from the festivities, so you reached down between your bodies to pull down your panties while your tongues still danced together. Without even looking, his hand instantly found the aching heat between your legs. You moaned into his mouth as his fingers dragged up and down your folds, your slick audible against his skin, making you blush.

"Fuck," he whispered as he pulled away from your lips. "So wet for me. You want me that bad?" he asked, lifting himself up so he could look down and watch as his fingers slowly disappeared inside your body, making you gasp his name and clutch his shoulders.

"No," you finally managed to croak out, making his movements pause inside you as he looked back up to meet your eyes. "I need you. Not want. Need."

The corner of his mouth tilted upwards and his fingers continued to stretch you open. He could feel you clench around him when he began to move his wrist faster, but then his thumb brushed up against your clit and you let out a filthy moan and he knew it wouldn't be much longer.

"C'mon, come for me. I wanna watch my future wife fall apart on my fingers like a good girl."

"Oh fuck, Joel," you whined, squeezing your eyes shut while your nails dug into his skin. With one more flick of his thumb he sent you hurtling over the edge, the wave of heat traveling up your whole body in a matter of seconds while you fought to catch your breath and stay present.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" he said with a chuckle. He slowly removed his fingers and you felt yourself twitch from the loss. He smeared your release over the tip of his cock while you struggled to come back down to earth underneath him. "You like it when I call you my future wife? Think you came just from hearin' that alone."

"Yes," you whispered, forcing your eyes open to look at him as he lined himself up against your opening.

"Good," he replied, dropping his hand to your hip as he pushed forward, entering you slowly, drawing out another moan from your throat. He had barely given you time to recover, but it didn't matter. "'Cause I like it, too," he groaned, falling forward when his hips met yours, bottoming out inside you.

"Y'feel so good," he whined against your shoulder, his arms squeezing you so tightly that you finally realized why he wanted to wait so long after your injuries. "Christ, missed this so much."

"Me, too," you whimpered into his hair, his clutch around you not letting up. "But Joel?"

"Hm?"

"I really need you to fuck me now."

He grinned against your shoulder and tilted his head up to look at you.

"Bossy," he said while simultaneously rolling his hips, making you sigh with relief.

"You love it," you moaned, eyes sliding shut as he continued to drag his cock in and out slowly, making sure you felt every inch while he yanked down your bra so he could wrap his lips around your nipple, flicking his tongue over it with an appreciative groan.

As your hands got lost in his hair, you felt your ring swivel around your finger, a gentle reminder that this was real. After everything you put him through, he still wanted you. He never gave up. He stood by your side and waited for you to be ready, no matter how badly it may have hurt him. You pulled him close as you blinked back tears, suddenly overcome with a wave of emotion.

"What's wrong?" he asked when he picked up on your sudden mood shift, his hips still rocking into you slowly, cock dragging heavily in and out, in and out. You wrapped your legs around his waist, hooking your ankles behind him, trying to get as close as possible.

"Nothing," you assured him, your hands sliding from his hair to grip the sides of his head, pulling him down for a searing kiss. "Just love you so much," you panted when he lifted his head a fraction to examine your face. Satisfied with your answer, his mouth crashed messily over yours again.

"Love you, too," he whispered into your mouth, your little gasps swallowing his words. "Love you so fuckin' much, can't wait to make you mine. Can't wait til I can call you my wife. Fuck, you make me so happy," he rambled as his hips began moving faster, snapping against you roughly, punching the air out of your lungs.

He felt you pulse around him, drawing him in as your teeth sunk into your lip. He adored how you responded to him, especially to his words. That it turned you on to hear him talk about marrying you instead of the visceral reaction you had a few months ago. Maybe it was time that did it, or maybe it was almost losing one another, but whatever it was, he didn't care.

You whispered his name and when he looked at you, with your eyes dark and your cheeks flushed, he felt like he was falling in love all over again.

"I'm here. I got you," he mumbled, and when your thighs tensed around his middle, squeezing him to the point where he could barely move, he knew. Two tears trickled down your cheeks when you came, his name sounding like a prayer on your lips, your nails breaking the skin on his sweaty back. The little bit of pain sent him tumbling over the edge, his brain almost not catching up in time to pull out as he spilled his release all over your stomach.

He rolled over with a groan, both of you struggling to catch your breath as you stared up at the ceiling.

"Do we really gotta go back?" Joel asked after a moment, and you giggled.

"Yes! It's your brother's wedding, Joel. How would you like it if he snuck off and never came back during our wedding?"

A stupid grin stretched across his face when he heard you say the words our wedding. It felt so surreal.

"I wouldn't care 'cause I'll sneak you away first. Don't know how I'll make it through the whole night, what was I thinkin'?" he joked, and you playfully slapped his shoulder, making him chuckle before standing up with a grunt. He pulled his boxers back on before heading to the bathroom to dampen a washcloth. As his fingers tested the temperature of the water, his eyes fell on the hair tie around his wrist and he smiled.

"Y'know I'm never takin' this off, right?" he asked, holding up his wrist as he walked back into the bedroom. You made a face and shook your head as he began to clean you up.

"Please tell me you're joking. That was such a dumb idea," you said, plucking at the hair tie as you spoke.

"Not dumb. I love it," he said sincerely, giving you a hand so you could stand up and begin to get dressed. "It's like my engagement ring."

"Men don't have engagement rings," you replied, rolling your eyes.

"Well, this man does," he said defiantly. You sighed, knowing it was a losing battle.

"Whatever makes you happy," you said before giving him one more quick kiss, then headed back to the bathroom to pull your dress from the hanger. Even though you teased him for it, you secretly loved that he wanted to wear the hair tie. Like he wanted the constant reminder already that he belonged to you, and you to him.

"Okay, I won't take it off, but I have to at least turn it around so people won't notice the diamond," you told Joel as you walked up the steps of the Tipsy Bison. "I am not going to steal attention on Maria's day. Those pregnancy hormones are insane, she might kill me."

"Fine," Joel replied before opening the door for you. "But startin' tomorrow, I'm tellin' everyone."

The two of you walked into the crowded bar, pushing your way through the throngs of people laughing and drinking and some dancing to the upbeat music being played over the loudspeaker. You spotted Tommy and Maria close to the bar, surrounded by neighbors giving them their well wishes. Tommy had his arm lovingly draped over Maria's shoulders with a whiskey in his other hand, and she had an unconscious hold on her stomach as she smiled and laughed at something Mrs. Potter said.

"Hey, there's Ellie," Joel said in your ear, drawing your eyes from the newlyweds. You smiled when you saw Ellie with another girl across the bar, sitting closely together on top of a table, their legs swinging over the edge as they spoke.

"Let's go see her, I wanted to tell her what a great job she did on the decorations."

You took Joel's hand and led him through the crowd, and just when you were a couple feet away from her, about to call out her name, she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against the other girl's lips. You stopped short, stunned, but your presence must have been noticeable because she pulled back immediately, eyes wide and cheeks red as her gaze darted between you and Joel, panic written all over her face. She slid down from the table quickly and you could see the hurt that flickered across the girl's face when Ellie tried to put distance between them.

"Uh, hey," she said nervously. "It's not what-"

"Ellie, relax," you replied, cutting her off. "It's okay." You looked back at Joel. He still looked surprised but he was doing his best to collect himself. "We didn't know you were seeing anybody," you said, turning back to her. Ellie looked over her shoulder at the other girl, who appeared to be incredibly uncomfortable. She held her hand out after a moment, and the girl gave her a shy smile before taking it and jumping down from the table to stand next to her.

"Guys, this is Dina," Ellie said proudly, pulling her closer. Dina smiled and gave a small wave. "Dina, these are..." she trailed off, not really sure what to call you. You were about to rescue her and just tell Dina your names when Ellie spoke first.

"These are my parents."

You whipped your head in her direction, completely taken aback. You felt Joel grip your hand tightly and without even looking at him, you knew he was having the same reaction as you.

"Is that... okay?" she asked after a moment, suddenly feeling vulnerable. You quickly nodded and fought back the tears that threatened to spill down your cheeks.

"Yeah," you said breathlessly after swallowing the lump in your throat. "Dina, it's so great to meet you," you said, turning to the dark haired girl with a smile.

You heard Joel say something similar, his voice also thick with emotion, but you barely registered what he said. Your head was spinning with the life changing events from the past hour, completely overwhelmed with how everything turned out. Just a few short months ago, you were afraid you were going to lose everything, and now here you were, surrounded by your family, about to start out on a new chapter of your lives together.

"There you are!" you heard Maria's voice ring out over the music. You moved aside, standing closer to Ellie and Dina so you could make room for Tommy and Maria.

"Sorry! I had... a problem with my dress. I had to run home for a minute," you said, the lie rolling off your lips. You could see the look in her eye. She wanted to question you, but considering Ellie was standing right there, she let it go.

"It's fine. All you missed was everyone doing shots while I stood there drinking lemonade, having just as much fun," she said sarcastically, and Tommy chuckled at her side.

"Speaking of - let's get you both somethin' to drink," Tommy said, nodding his head towards the bar.

"Can I have a drink?" Ellie asked. You and Joel turned your heads towards her and at the exact same time, giving her a resounding no!

She rolled her eyes but exchanged a mischievous look with Dina when suddenly, your own teenage years began flooding back to you and you realized there was a pretty good chance she would get that drink, anyway.

"C'mon," Maria said, reaching for your hand as Joel took a step closer to Tommy, the two of them discussing their very strong opinions about the music choice. "I wanna show you-"

She stopped speaking and stared at you like she saw a ghost. The smile melted from your face as your brows furrowed, suddenly concerned.

"Are you okay?" you asked, glancing down at her stomach, but then you felt her hand clench yours tighter, the pad of her finger rubbing up against the diamond you had twisted around towards your palm. Your eyes shot back up to hers and you felt your ears turning red.

"Maria-"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Her voice was so loud, you were surprised it didn't draw more attention. You felt the heat spreading to your cheeks and you glanced nervously at Joel, who was still trying to figure out the reason for her outburst.

You shook your head and grabbed her arm with your other hand, trying to shush her and explain quietly.

"It's your day, I'm not saying anything, don't worry!" you began, trying to ease her mind, but a smile just broke out across her face and you finally realized her exclamation was not one of anger, but excitement.

She looked at you, her eyes filling with tears, before looking over at Joel and Tommy. Joel finally seemed to figure it out and he slowly grinned, but Tommy continued to look confused.

Maria yanked your hand up and twisted your ring around so the diamond was showing, and you heard Ellie gasp next to you.

"Holy shit!" Ellie said excitedly, while Maria squealed and jumped in place before pulling you into a tight hug.

"We're gonna be sisters," she said softly in your ear, and you giggled, holding her tightly against you as you swayed back and forth. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Tommy pull Joel into a hug and gave him a firm clap on the back, then Ellie bounced over to do the same.

"When?" Maria asked, finally pulling back to look at the ring again.

"Um, like an hour ago?" you guessed, your hand shaking as you held it out for her to inspect.

Suddenly, Ellie's arms were wrapped around you, and Maria dropped your hand so you could return the hug. You buried your face in Ellie's hair as you watched Maria give Joel a kiss on the cheek.

"Congrats," Ellie said when she pulled away.

"Yeah, congrats!" Dina added, and you laughed as you thanked them both.

"I knew it when I saw the way Joel looked at you that very first day in that meeting," Tommy said, and you broke away from Ellie to give him a hug.

"God, that was ages ago," you said with a laugh, but he just shook his head.

"Yeah, but I know my brother. He don't fall too easy, and you knocked him on his ass in a minute," Tommy said, pulling back with a kiss on your cheek.

Tommy insisted the good news called for shots, so he led you and Joel up to the bar and ordered three shots of tequila. While you waited, you felt Joel's hand around your waist and his lips against your ear.

"Is it bad that I already wanna take you back home?"

You grinned and turned around in his arms.

"We just got here," you said, tugging playfully at the lapels on his jacket. He gave you a look that made your knees weak and you felt your resolve crumbling. "Just a few dances and maybe we can sneak away."

He grinned, pleased with the compromise as Tommy held out the shot glasses to you both.

The three of you clinked your glasses together before downing the shots, wincing as the alcohol burned your throat on the way down.

Seth's voice shouted over the crowd that it was time for the first dance. You watched, Joel's arms wrapped around you from behind, as Tommy led Maria to the middle of the dance floor while a Johnny Cash song played over the loudspeakers. After a minute, Tommy and Maria waved their arms out to the crowd, encouraging couples to join them.

"Wanna dance?" Joel asked, his breath tickling your neck. You nodded and his arms dropped from your waist as you led him to the dance floor.

With one hand around the back of his neck and the other firmly in his grip, he led you slowly, his eyes drinking you in as you gazed up at him lovingly.

After everything you had been through, everything you both endured, you were exactly where you were meant to be: right in his arms. His strong, capable arms that would move mountains for you. That have done unspeakable acts to save you. That have cradled you and cared for you and brought you back to life, in more ways than one.

And as he held you close, you wondered how on earth you could ever have doubted what you have. Because Joel was right: there was nothing you couldn't do, as long as you were together.

A/N: I know I will probably get questions about it so I will just leave this here: I purposely left the option for children open ended. You can choose your own adventure ❤️

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[sugawhaaa]

MITSUYA ONE-SHOT

I know I'm young but....

💄pairing::dom!mitsuya x fem!sub!reader

💋warnings::smut

💄genre::fluff to smut, hair pulling, oral (fem receiving) a bit of teasing, little bit of edging, pet names, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it) he gets a phonecall mid way through,

💋A/N:: I am a terrible person for this one...but I can't stop reading my own fanfic over and over.

💄taglist:: @main-character0 @stayarmymoa-atiny @i-literally-cant-with-this

Your boyfriend was in second year of high-school and you? You were a bit younger…no one knew because you knew if you told ANYONE it'd be "only in ohio," or other bullshit. You'd rather keep your relationship between you and Mitsuya. That was until you were getting ready to leave at the end of a rainy day in March. You went outside to meet up with your friends but instead you found your boyfriend waiting for you with an umbrella and a box of chocolates. 

"Mitsuya, babe what's all this for?" You said as you rushed under the umbrella, hiding from the rain. He shrugged.

"I knew these were your favorite chocolates so I grabbed them. Here I can take your bag," he said as he gestured for you to give your bag to him. You smiled and handed it to him. You held onto his arm as you walked home with him.

"What's the occasion for all of this?" You looked up at him. He shrugged.

"Can't I show my girlfriend some love?" He chuckled with a grin. You smiled as you stared at him in admiration. 

"I suppose you can…" you smiled with pink cheeks. He offered you the chocolates and you opened the box, taking one out of the wrapper. You bit into it and melted from the amazing flavors. 

"Anything interesting happened in school today?" He asked as he held the umbrella over you. 

"Not really honestly," you hummed before taking the second bite of your chocolate. "Though I think someone found out I have a boyfriend…" you kicked a rock in your path as you spoke. 

"Oh? Do they know it's me?" He asked worriedly knowing that you don't want people to know the age gap of your relationship. 

"No, but they do know he's a member of toman," you explained. A hint of embarrassment in your voice. 

"Then they should know, not to make a big deal out of it or," he threw a fist up. He put his hand down and smiled. "Trust me no one is gonna get in the way of our relationship," he nodded and you smiled at his loyalty. "If anyone tries it's game over for them," he explained. You looked up at him and realized something different.

"Wait, did you get a haircut?" You asked out of the blue. Mitsuya nodded. "No way! So that's why you're not in school," you connected the dots. The hair appointment must've been during the last ish period of the day so when he finished his hair cut he went to go meet you. 

"Akkun did it for me," he grinned. You looked up at him surprised. You and Akkun knew each other in the past and he was one of the main toman members you really knew.

"Wow, he's really taking this hairdresser thing seriously. I'm proud of him," You smiled and noticed Mitsuya's hair getting wet. You blushed as you noticed his long hair sticking to his neck and jawline. 

"He's the kind of man to stick to what he says," he smiled at you before noticing you were staring at him. You jumped and looked away. He tilted his head. "Did you miss me~?" He teased and leaned closer to you. 

"H-Hey!" You hit his arm lightly and he laughed, backing up again. 

"You're so cute," he chuckled before stopping at the crosswalk with you. 

"Stop it! You know I'm not," you blushed and stepped back. He moved the umbrella to follow you. 

"How many times do I have to tell you, you're adorable," he chuckled with a grin. You crossed your arms and shook your head before the crosswalk sign lit up. 

"At least once more," you walked across the street with him. Your house was only a few steps away from there. He walked you up to your door, holding your hand like a princess as he helped you up the stairs. He held the umbrella over your head as you went to your door. He closed the umbrella and handed it to you. 

"I know you don't have an umbrella so I bought this one for you," he smiled as he offered it to you but you shook your head.

"No way you keep it. Your house is a long walk away and it's pouring," you explained as you pushed the umbrella back to him. He frowned. 

"No. I bought this one for you. Look, it has little koalas on the inside of it," he pointed to the cartoon koalas drawn on the inside. You laughed but refused to take it. He pouted at you.

"Fine I'll take it BUT you have to stay at my house until the rain dies down," you said as you took the umbrella and let him inside.

"Doesn't your mom always say 'no boys' when I'm at work!'" He impersonated your mother. You chuckled at his impression as you took off your jacket. 

"Yeah but she always stays at work until like 9pm and she has never come home earlier. There was one time like 3 years ago when she came back at 7pm and I was just eating tteokbokki," you explained as you took your bag from Mitsuyas shoulder. He shrugged.

"Okay whatever you say," 

"And if I explained why you were here she would totally understand," you smiled as you took off your shoes. Your school stockings caught Mitsuyas eyes. He blushed as he caught himself staring at your legs and skirt. He shook his head and took off his shoes as well. 

"Yeah that's true. Your mom is very nice," he smiled as he watched you set down your bag and root through your stuff. 

"As you're well aware I make dinner for myself every night so what would you like?" You smiled as you found your phone in your bag. 

"It's okay I can cook," he explained as he stood behind you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, his chin on your shoulder. 

"N-No, you're my guest so I'll cook," you tried to stay focused on the task at hand but his hands were distracting you. His hands went under your shirt and softly caressed your skin. His hands were warm and soft. "M-Mitsuya…" you said softly. 

"Let's cook together," he said quietly in your ear. He let go of you and moved toward the cupboards of your kitchen. Your heart was still racing as you looked at him. He smiled calmly as he looked through the cupboards. "We could make some chicken katsu. Pepper, ½ cup ketchup, 3 tablespoons of worcestershire sauce, 2 tablespoons of soy sauce, chicken, panko and rice, some cabbage," he listed the ingredients and measurements as he grabbed everything. "And…" he went to the fridge but you were already there with 2 eggs.

"Two large eggs," you smiled as you handed the eggs to him. "It's amazing how you remember every ingredient to every meal. To this day I can't believe it," you chuckle as you get some bowls and cutting boards. 

"I do have to cook for my two little sisters everyday," he chuckled as he opened the chicken. "Could you cut up the cabbage and prepare the rice for me?" He asked and you nodded, grabbing the bag of rice and measuring it into a pot. Mitsuya grabbed the salt and took a little pinch out of it and put it in the rice. "Little tip, rice hits twice as hard with a pinch of salt," he smiled at you.

"Do you want me to cook the rice or not?" You said jokingly. You then got a knife and cutting board and started chopping up the cabbage. Mitsuya approached you mid way through. "It'd be easier to cut the cabbage if you cut them this way," he said as he came up behind you and held your hands, showing you how to cut it. You blushed. 

"O-Oh thank you," you blushed and he let you practice as he went back to the chicken. 

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"Oh wow! This is amazing!" Your eyes lit up as you tried the meal you prepared together. You ate so fast you could hardly breathe. Mitsuya laughed at you and cut his chicken before taking a bite of it. "Seriously mitsuya this is wow I can't get enough of this," you shook your head and shoveled more in your mouth. He grinned as he watched you eat. It wasn't long before you were going for seconds. 

••••••••••Smut ••••••••••

After eating the two of you were cleaning up the kitchen. You were wiping down the counters and Mitsuya was doing the dishes. Hpje set the last plate on the drying rack and dried his hands. He turned to look at you slightly bent over the counter. His heart skipped a beat so he decided to approach you. He put his hands down your arms and held your hands. 

"Do you remember Christmas eve last year~?" He asked softly in your ear. Your face turned red as your mind replayed what had happened that night. That was the first time you ever had sex, and your first time having sex with mitsuya. 

"Yes…" you blushed and stopped wiping the counter. You felt his warm breath on your neck.

"I haven't stopped thinking about that night. Everyday I wish I could just go back and fuck you like that again~" he smirked as his body pressed against yours. His hands creeped up your shirt again and started roaming around your bare skin. "Please, let me make you feel good again," he said with a little more desperation in his voice. You turned to face him before sitting up on the counter. He smiled before kissing you, putting his hands on your thighs. His hands crept up as you made out with him. Mitsuya lifted the bottom of your shirt up and broke the kiss to get it over your head before discarding it somewhere in the kitchen. 

"I want you so bad," you chuckled before he kissed you again. You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer to you as your hands tangled in his damp hair. He then stood back and he went to take your skirt off. You did as he asked and helped him take off your skirt. He threw off his shirt and went on his knees. He hooked his middle finger around the waistband of your panties and slid them off your legs. You blushed and closed your legs. "I-I wasn't really prepared for this so…I didn't shave or anything," you blushed as you kept your legs closed.

"And?" He went to open your legs again but you stopped him. He frowned and raised one eyebrow at you. "Be realistic babe there's no way I'm waiting any longer just for you to get rid of some hair. Now open your legs before I open them for you," he said in a low voice and you felt your stomach twist. You nodded and opened your legs. "Good girl," he smirked before licking your clit. You jumped at the sudden contact. You breathed heavily as he ate you out. His tongue occasionally poking through your entrance. You slapped your hand over your mouth and threw your head back. You couldn't manage to get a single word out of your mouth. 

He continued to abuse your clit as he used the tip of his thumb to tease your aching pussy. You grabbed the edge of the counter as you felt the rush go to your head. 

"Fuck-Mit-Mitsuya," you moaned as he lapped at your arousal mercilessly. He put just the tip of his thumb a little bit into you but refused to go even to the middle of his thumb. He continued to suck on your clit as he teased you. You felt like you were just about to cum until his lips parted from your body. You wanted to lunge at him and make him continue eating you out but you let him be. He picked you up effortlessly and stood you by the kitchen table. You were a little confused until turned you around and it all clicked. "You wanna fuck me from behind~?" You asked as you laid your stomach on the table, spreading your legs a little. He blushed as he stared at the position you were in.

"Damn it, I've always wanted to see you like this," he grinned before taking his clothes off. You blushed as you waited for some physical contact. He gently grabbed your lower waist with one of his hands. The other was basically "prepping" himself to go inside you. "You ready?" He asked as he bent over closer to your face. You nodded with a hum.

"Mhm," you said as you bit your lip in anticipation. You then felt his tip line up with your entrance and you waited eagerly for him to just slide inside you. You gripped your own wrist as you waited. He then slowly went inside you. When his whole length was inside he hit your walls harshly. You jumped with a soft moan.

"You okay?" He asked genuinely as he held your hips. You nodded.

"Keep going," you said softly before covering your mouth to suppress your moans. He started the thrust slowly but harshly into you. You were so sensitive and new to this whole feeling of a real man inside of you. You already felt like you could cum all over him but held back.

"Don't cover your mouth. I want to hear you moan, moan so loud the neighbors will hear every breath," he spoke sternly and it made something inside you only ache for him more. "Your so fucking tight princess," he groaned as he started going faster, making the table move slightly.

"Please! I-I'm so close," you moaned loudly before covering your mouth again. He stopped pounding into you and you swore you could've cried that's how close you were before he stopped. He grabbed your wrist and pulled your arm back.

"I told you to stop covering your moans," he groaned. "Now I have to start with you all over again," he shook his head as he smirked at you.

"No, please! I was so close," you whined but Mitusya wasn't going to cave into your pleas. He slowly moved in and out of you again as you clenched to him tightly. Your spare hand grabbed the edge of the table as you felt him picking up the pace. The lewd sounds of your moans and your pussy being turned into pudding echoed throughout the empty house.

"Such a good little slut~" he groaned as he hit your G-spot continuesly.

"Fuck! Mitsuya, right there, right there!" You shouted as you lost all the strength in your arms to keep your body propped up on the table. "Please I'm so close!" You basically screamed as your orgasm approached you quickly. As he continued to hit your G-spot you felt yourself cum all over his dick that was buried so deep in you. You panted loudly as he continued to gently thrust into you.

"You came so much," he said surprised as he pulled out of you to see himself covered in your cum. Pure white and dripping. "I guess your little pussy likes this angle hm~?" He teased as he let your arm go.

You nodded "Please keep going," you whimpered as you bit your lip. Mitsuya seemed surprised how eager you were.

"Alright but don't expect me to go easier on you just because you already came once. I want to make your kitchen table fucking white," he smirked as he lined himself up with you again before pounding into you.

You moaned loudly as he grabbed your hair and held it back. You already felt close because of how he hit your G-spot but you didn't want to cum again so early. It would be embarrassing. "If you want to cum just let it out princess," he smirked.

"H-How did y-you know?" You stuttered as you were distracted by his deep and fast thrusts.

"The way you clench around me. The way your body twitches and your stomach curls," he explained. He already knew your body better than you. Suddenly there was the sound of a phone ringing. Mitsuya pulled out his phone from his pocket, letting go of your hair. He answered it calmly. "Yo," he said into the microphone as he continued to thrust into you. You wanted to scream but if whoever was on the other line heard Mitsuya would punish you for sure.

"Alright, can ya make it quick? I'm a little busy," he said as he grabbed your hair again and pulled your head up, making it harder for you to hold in your moans. You grabbed the edge of the table harshly and bit your shirt to suppress your moans. He started pounding faster into you but he did not put the phone down. "I'm a little busy right now. I can't drop everything right now," he said as you looked up at him with saliva dripping from your lips. "Yeah, my girlfriend. She's going through something alright!" He yelled on the phone. Yeah, you were going through something alright. An orgasm but this motherfucker wasn't gonna let you cum. He then hung up and tossed his phone on the table. He slammed his hands down on the table on either side of your body and proceeded to pound into you.

"Mitsuya, I'm so close. Can I please cum~!" You begged as he went faster than you ever imagined. Your pussy was just leaking with fluids.

"Yes my good girl," you heard the smirk in his voice. You then finally let out all of your built-up tension which ended up being more intense than you thought. You squirted all over him. The liquid dripped down his legs as he looked at you in shock. He pulled out of you and picked you up off the table. You breathed heavily as you looked at him. "Oh my god baby," he said before kissing you.

"What?" You said breathlessly.

"You just squirted," he explained before he placed a hickey on your neck.

"W-What!? I didn't think I could...I could do that," you blushed as you looked at the mess on the floor and table. You covered your mouth in shock.

"You're still dripping with cum," he chuckled as he noticed the small puddle forming between your thighs. You blushed and closed your legs. "You did so good baby," he said as he stroked your hair. You blushed as you felt butterflies in your stomach.

"We need to do this more..." you blushed as you felt the pleasure still coursing through you. He laughed.

"Are you thirsty babe? Want water? Soda? A bath?" He asked as he looked at you. You shook your head.

"I'd like a soda," you smiled and he ran to the fridge to get you a soda. He opened it with a pop and handed it to you. You took a big gulp of the soda and it dripped down from your lips. He wiped it up with his thumb. He licked it off and smiled.

"Sprite!" He chuckled.

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[polarisjisung]

PROM DATE

synopsis: when you tell your best friend that you don't have a date for senior prom, you never thought you'd also end up telling him why

wc: 1.1k

pairings: best friend!mark lee x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: like one cuss word maybe

notes: I saw this cute kid on tiktok taking his best friend to prom and my mind instantly went to mark

Insane.

To you, Mark Lee genuinely looked as though he'd gone insane.

His wide eyes bulging from their sockets, hair slicked back with a hand atop his head, mouth agape.

"Dude, you're playing" he confirms another time, and you don't understand what about the situation seems so difficult to grasp for the older, not when the words were spilling from your mouth in front of him.

"No mark, I'm not, I don't have a date" you deadpan and his eyes physically can't grow any wider if they tried to, so instead he begins shaking his head frantically, and shock isn't an expression mark wears regularly but he certainly wears it with full meaning, you realise.

You didn't have a date to prom. It was surprising to most, you had no shortage of people asking you out, no negative attributes to stop people asking you out, no reason for you to politely decline them the way you did, it made no sense to anyone, not your parents who simply didn't understand your logic or your friends who didn't see why you'd turn down the hottest guy in your year, not your best friend, mark, who didn't understand why you of all people didn't have a date to prom.

"Like you really don't have a date? like seriously?" you'd always been impatient and as your eyes bore into his mark puts his hands up in defeat

"okay okay I got it"

He seems tense for a moment, worried, and you know that expression, the one where his brows furrow and his lips turn downwards at the corners so very slightly

"You look constipated" you tease, mark doesn't seem to take notice however, lost in his own world, until you lightly smack the crown of his head.

"What?" he squeaks, staring up through the strands of brown hair that cover his eyes.

Cute

"don't stress markie" you take a seat on your bed next to him, "I'm happy without a date" and mark searches for anything in your voice that proves otherwise, but he can't find a single ounce of hesitance

You giggle at him from across the bed, standing up and marching over to your wardrobe

Mark remembers his prom last year, the one kid who didn't show up with a date ripped to shreds for being a loser, still famous in his uni life for being the nerd who couldn't score a date to prom— he knew your case was a little different, you were well liked at school, but people would talk no doubt

"You can't go without a date," he sighs, the hand in his hair now holding one of your decorative fluffy pillows painfully tight

"yes I can mark" you don't turn around, searching for the long plastic protected dress in your closet.

"people talk a lot of shit, I don't want you to be the brunt of their jokes y/n" he's serious, you can tell from the way he's not using all those mark words he'd use to address you, how he uses your name

"i don't want to go with anyone else, though," you pout, quickly upturning your lips when you find the baby blue dress at the back of your closet

Mark chooses to ignore it, the part of your sentence that awakens the disgusting feeling of the green eyed monster inside of him at just the mention of you having someone who you liked, he certainly didn't need details

"Come on, you know what people are like"

"yeah mark, and I dont care, they'll talk their shit regardless, if not today then another day, its none of their business if I have a date or not, that's all up to me"

He doesn't respond, trying to figure you out, why you're so defensive all of a sudden when, just as you said, you usually didn't give a shit what people had to say, mark included on the matters you'd already made your mind up for

"besides" you're whispering, hoping that Mark only hears your words if they'll end the way you want. "If you want me to have a date so bad, why don't you take me?"

Mark freezes, the pillow in his hands falling to the floor and in the reflection of your floor to ceiling mirror you notice two spots of bright red spreading across his cheeks and over his ears.

He heard you, that was for sure.

"don't ask things of me that you don't want me to do" he scoffs, bright and beady eyes turned dark in a second, when suddenly mark, who'd never been noticeably taller than you seems to tower over your figure.

"and who's to say I don't want you to be my date" you have no fear left in you, you'd hidden it for years, cried yourself to sleep the night mark had taken someone else as his date to prom, sent him those anonymous letters every valentines day, watched as he played volleyball with the guys on the beach with his wet hair matted to his forehead, heart thumping at every sight of him "whos to say you're not the reason I haven't said yes to a single promposal"

"You don't mean that," marks usual excited, enthusiastic voice is gone, a soft tone coming from somewhere within his throat now replacing his carefree way of speaking

"I don't want a date if its not you"

Your own tone drips with sincerity, so genuine, so tender, so sweet that he doesn't know how to respond, not with those eyes of yours staring so expectantly into his, not when he feels the heat of your breath against his neck, not when you take his hands into your own, interlocking your fingers as you flutter your eyelashes with each blink

"I think I love you" he spits out, and this time he freezes in place, not a thought in his mind until your voice breaks through his trance

"Enough to take me to prom?" you smile, those pearly whites that had his heart skipping a beat on perfect show as you pressed your forehead against his

"Enough to take you to a thousand proms"

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[katiapostsss]

𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 . . p. I ,, anakin skywalker

🎬//

teaser:

midnight worries

lead to sundresses and zippers.

ᶜ ʰ ᵃ ʳ ᵃ ᶜ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ ˢ : modern!anakin x fem! reader

warnings! :

swearing ,, talk of sex.

SUMMARY: in a fit of worry and concern for an upcoming date, you go to your roommate, anakin, for advice, putting aside your hatred for him.

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| part 2 >

(based on this request. hope u like it!)

not one crevice of the earth can escape rain's wrath.

new york was beautiful, but it was also unkempt. maybe once, long ago, precipitation could've washed away the filth of shoes scuffing concrete and lingering ash, but now, no matter how much its streets are doused, cigarette smoke will forever hang in the air, dirt will forever pollute the ground.

therefore, rain only existed to annoy you.

you stood so close to the roof's edge overhead, that ricocheting water lightly sprinkled the toes of your shoes, unbelieving that this was really happening to you in that moment. your hall laid across the wide expanse of the campus, on the completely opposite side of your english class, which you clung to the perimeters of now. not 2 hours ago, when you had first walked here, the sky had been clear of any clouds, blue and cheery and happy, but now, gray swirls bruised its skin, sinking the air with moisture. of course you hadn't thought to bring an umbrella! you couldn't even ask to borrow one, either. having stayed after class, no one lurked behind once you were done catching up on the work.

so, not only would it take several minutes to walk back to your dorm, getting soaked in the process, but it only meant you'd have to take a shower immediately afterwards. you couldn't climb in bed with rain clinging to your skin, after all.

hence the reason you stood in quiet shock, hoping to whomever listened that if you kept still enough, you'd somehow open your eyes and find yourself in your bedroom. which—

"y/n?" you quickly looked up from the ground, eyes straying to the direction from which your name came from. they met green irises. henry. the kid who sat in the back, two rows from yours. the kid known only for his intelligence academically, not for his person or his role. he was antisocial in ways even you weren't, opting always for the last seat and the quietest corner. you were pretty shy, sure, but you could enjoy a good party here and there. henry though? his black-rimmed glasses fogged slightly under the pressure of the palpable humidity, black curls falling in a charmingly messy way over his forehead. why was he still here, anyways? had he not left with the rest of your peers? "what are you still doing here?"

slightly startled, your mouth fell open, finger pointing to the world beyond. "i forgot an umbrella."

his green eyes swam, studying the movement, before his hand, obscured from your vision, rose and revealed the bundle of black sheen in his hands. "you don't mind sharing, right?"

"you're a lifesaver, henry!" you quickly perked up, shoulders bunching in relief, and body involuntarily leaning slightly towards his. "seriously a lifesaver. thank you so much."

the boy beside you laughed bashfully, his own shoulders slightly lifting and falling in a shrug. "oh, it's nothing, really." he unwrapped the umbrella and it expanded, larger and larger, until he lifted it above his head and motioned you closer. rain hit it's edges slightly. quickly, you scooted closer, folding into the tight area and pressing against his side. "what hall?"

"lipton." you studied your shoelaces, which were soaked through. the walk started.

"really?" he sounded genuinely surprised. you looked to him, a smile of amusement growing on your lips as you studied his bafflement, raising a brow. his face contorted. "i— i meant— my dorm's there too. i've just never seen you around." his stuttered and frantic reply made you giggle, head turning back down.

"yea, i'm not much the productive student. more just staying in bed all day and hoping my homework will do itself." henry seemed to like that, because he laughed, and it was maybe the most empowering and pride-feeding sound you'd ever heard. "you couldn't relate though, could you?" when you met his eyes again, they found yours, bathed in question.

"what do you mean?"

"oh shut up." you batted his arm. "i know you've heard all the talk about you. people here are horrible at keeping gossip, gossip."

a smile pulled wider. "might need reminding."

"i would've never guessed the guy they call an albert einstein reincarnate was so narcissistic. you surprise me, henry."

"ah, yes. you're not just using me for my homework answers though, right?" you breathed a laugh, shaking your head.

"you actually offered me this umbrella," you countered, raising your brows. "so of course not. but... would you give them to me either way?"

he pursed his lips, face pulling taut in what you knew was fake consideration. "no."

you huffed, rolling your eyes. "worth a try."

silence took a spot beneath the umbrella with the two of you, not in a looming, menacing way, but just.. there.

"why'd you stay behind in the first place?" came a question. you looked up at him, but henry was looking ahead.

"i came in late. wanted to make sure i had all the material. you?"

"missed a presentation. just presented it—" you shrugged. "—mr. t is pretty chill about those things."

"ah, the dust bowl slideshow?" he finally met your eyes.

"yea. possibly the most droning topic ever."

his face twisted in disbelief, thick brows pinning, then rising. "you're kidding, right?" the words were accompanied by a shocked laugh. finally, lipton's brick wall loomed by your side, your hand skimming the rough rock. only a few more feet til you were at the entrance, though your attention was fixed only on him and the ground. "tell me you're kidding."

you stared incredulously at him as the door came into view, your cold fingers wrapping around the colder handle. he stood off to the side, closing the umbrella. it became a debate, your two interests in one field as you walked up the stairs and to the third floor.

"i took english for edgar allen poe, oscar wilde. not to talk about recycling," you drawled, a newfound warmth sinking its claws into your chilled skin. "y'know, the topic we already learned?"

"you're so dull," he chuckled, shaking his head. you looked his way, but henry's green eyes were fixed to the ground. your boots scuffed against carpet.

"says the einstein reincarnate." you came to a stop at your door, and he paused shortly after, turning to you.

"you don't know that. you don't know me." henry grinned, showcasing perfect teeth. "what if they're all wrong and i'm actually really stupid? how would you know?"

cocking your head, you pulled an arm out of its backpack strap, forcing the bag to its knees. from inside, you pulled out a ballpoint pen, straightening and grabbing his freehand, resting relaxed at his side.

"this isn't over." you scrawled your number on his palm, hurriedly and messily as not to think about the fact that you were giving a boy your number. when you dropped his hand and met his eyes again, he looked even more surprised than you let show. "you— call me. or— if you want to. so we can..." you rapidly picked up your bag and slung it over one shoulder. "debate. on that."

henry said nothing, quite obviously paralyzed in shock. though, his eyes followed your movements. you turned to the door, then back again. "and it's not just for homework answers." turn again, and then turn again. "and thank you. for— the umbrella, and stuff."

how embarrassing. you opened the door, then pushed because it had been jammed since you first came, and finally, it gave way, allowing you in. you quickly stumbled through, then shut it behind you, studying the shadow laying still beneath the gap. and studying. and studying. seconds had passed when the silhouette of henry's boots finally dispersed, then disappeared, and you focused on the sound of his footsteps, hand gripping knob, until he was finally out of earshot.

only then did you turn, and nearly jumped out of your skin. anakin. he stood against the dining table a little ways away, his face tilted down and his eyes on yours.

"god! can you not fucking jump-scare me immediately upon walking back into my damn dorm?!" you yelled, your tone comically different from how you spoke to henry. you did not even look his way as you annoyedly slung your bag to the floor by the closet and pulled yourself out of your zip-up jacket.

"immediately? i counted 13 seconds until you turned around."

"you know what i mean," came your sharp-tongued and quick reply, your eyes were anywhere but on his as you pushed past him and into the small closet off to the side, pulling an energy bar from a shelf. "i'm gonna be studying for my presentation tomorrow and i swear to god if you bother me—"

"might need that strauss kid for that too, huh?" he mocked, his tone laced with sarcasm as you paused and whirled on him. "learn something from him. you never struck me as the type to use someone for homework answers."

"sure, and you could learn how to cut down on the ego a bit from him, yea?" you cocked your head, fingernails biting into the bar. "not everyone fucks to get what they want, dipshit. i wouldn't expect you to know that, of course."

"poor kid—"

"studying, don't bother me!" you disregarded him as you sauntered into your room and slammed the door shut behind you, face twisted in fury. he just had to ruin everything for you. groaning, you slunk into your desk chair, resting your forehead on the cool wood and allowing yourself a moment to breathe.

in actuality, you had nothing to study for. and in actuality, it was the excuse you always used to get away from him. you despised anakin, which was apparently fine by him, because he seemed to like you no more than you did him. there was no particular answer as to why, actually. maybe because you had always dreamed of sharing a dorm with a girl that understood you and that you understood, someone who you could call a friend, bond over romcoms and a hatred for teachers with. but no, NYU mainly housed co-ed dorms, for whatever stupid reason.

it did start with his late arrivals back to the dorm, which always woke you up. to this day, you still had no idea as to why he was getting home so far into the night, passing it off as fucking around, which he denied. you argued, argued more, and decided you hated him. sure he was stupidly hot, and you were sure he knew it with how often he got hit on, but no man was worth an inconsistent sleep schedule.

a moment of unadulterated silence before you took the loud music blasting from anakin's room as a reminder to do your work, and eventually, yelled at him to turn it down.

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henry strauss. what was it that made you think so often about him, anyways? he had never been a continuous guest in your thoughts before, you hadn't even dabbled in the idea. but now... throughout the course of the day, he was all your mind strayed to.

the upside of living with a maniacal control freak was the constant state of cleanliness in your apartment.

anakin might've been a pain in your ass, but at least he wasn't a dingy, smelly fuck boy of a roommate, the type of guy whose oder substituted for a missing maturity and personality. no, anakin had a personality. too much if it, too. it was you who balanced his perfectionism out.

you and your messes, you and your forgetfulness. you and your laundry schedule. or lack thereof. another factor added to the long list of reasons to hate anakin. he was so much better. so, you decided, to take your mind off of green eyes and thick, black curls, you'd actually wash your clothes.

"where are my headphones?" was your greeting, standing in his doorway. anakin sat at his desk, then leaned back and turned his head to acknowledge you, taking out the bud of his own pair from his ear.

"what?"

"my headphones. where did you put them."

his face twisted in annoyance. "i didn't put your headphones anywhere."

"well you're the only one who lives with me, dipshit. and i can't do my laundry without music." you invited yourself in, interrupting the clean state of his room by searching through his things. you already knew he was rolling his eyes.

"thanks for asking to come in," anakin quipped sarcastically, sitting up in his seat. you huffed as you sifted through some vinyls, possibly just to annoy him. "i thought you were studying."

"laundry doesn't do itself," you grumbled, moving onto his bookshelf. not there, not there, not— "oh you're joking—" you bit out a genuine laugh, straightening and coming back up with a box of condoms. "who the fuck are you even hiding these from? like i have a dick to steal these for."

anakin heaved a sigh, standing up and snatching the box from your hand. "i'm studying. and my sex life is none of your business."

"it is if the walls are paper-fucking-thin." you countered, meeting his eyes and smiling broadly. he threw the box onto his bed, his eyes half-lidded as he lifted an arm and pointed to the agape door.

"i don't know where your headphones are, okay?" you stared into those blue eyes, face hard for a moment, just to distract him for when you sauntered past him, snatched his own pair of earbuds, and quickly left.

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it was halfway through your load that a string of numbers appeared on your screen, announced with a shrill ping in your "borrowed" headphones. immediately, you dropped a red shirt of yours, swiping your phone from the bench and bringing it to your face.

hey, is this y/n? your heart leaped, which would've concerned you in any other situation. but right now, you were only thinking of black-rimmed glasses and green eyes. it's henry texting, came the second ping. then, from english.

your traitorous lips pulled into a wide grin, body involuntarily moving until your back was against the machines. you looked up from the screen for a moment, forcing yourself to wait as to not seem like you were looking forward to this text, even though you were.

seconds passed, and then, your thumbs were typing on their own. i was starting to think you'd never actually talk to me again, they wrote, then hovered over the send button. you read it over and over again, eventually adding an exclamation point and a crying face to thaw the iciness from the letters you couldn't thaw with a smile or laugh.

a bubble and three, jumping dots, eager to reveal the typer's words, and then, and miss the opportunity for 'a debate'? never.

and you were giggling. giggling.

glad to see we're on the same page, henry from english, you shot back quicker than you intended, as quick as your body wanted, hitting the send button before you could think much on it.

a typing storm ensued, talk of english class, quoting shakespeare, all the orthodox things kids in college spoke of under the guise of friendly chatting. then, unorthodox things, like, 'i know you're not into parties, but..' and 'of course the child prodigy plays the piano'.

eventually, you pulled yourself up the stairs, empty laundry basket on hip and headphones stuffed only halfway into your pocket. the sun was sinking low already, and your phones' clock told you it was 10:33 pm.

when you pushed open the jammed state of your door, the lights were out save for the one in anakin's room. you sauntered into your room with an energy bar in hand, smiling and occasionally giggling at the gray text box of henry's words, dropping to your bed and laying atop the blanket. you turned to the side just as a new notification came in.

do you have time to call? your heart leaped, then stopped for a few seconds, eyes staring at the words, making them out, flipping them over. you thumbs, as traitorous as your lips, typed the response for you.

of course! and yet, you were still shocked when the phone began vibrating in your hands, his number, which you had changed to his name, flashing across your screen. you bit your lip, turning onto your back and clearing your throat before you pressed the green button and held it to your ear.

"hi," henry.

"hey," you. your heart thudded loudly in your chest, hands slick with sweat and skin prickling. the sound of his voice was so suddenly a lovely, lovely thing. "i'm surprised you're still awake," you joked shakily. "don't child prodigies have bedtimes?"

"only on school nights, duh." he deadpanned, or at least tried to, because his words were accompanied by a laugh that made your stomach twist.

"ah, i'll keep that in mind," you replied with a huffed giggle, teeth toying with your bottom lip. "for next time we talk on the phone." risky. your anxiety spiked when he didn't respond for a second, but then, another laugh.

"next time? so you're seriously not using me for english answers?" you breathed a sigh of relief, which came out as more of a chuckle.

"you didn't believe me? how rude."

you talked late into the night. late. at some point, henry, in a raspy and deep tone, asked, 'i want to see you again' and you, equally as tired, said, basically with heart eyes, 'i want you to see me again too'.

it was 2 am when finally you pressed that red button, dropped your phone to your chest and silently smiled at your ceiling. your eyes were heavily-lidded with a need for sleep and your body moved slower than normally, but all you felt was lingering excitement. happiness. it lasted even when you slept, and clung to you upon waking up. a text, significantly later than the ones before, lay in your messages.

does sometime this weekend work by any chance?

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sunday. sunday afternoon was when you'd see him next. a picnic in north meadow was what you ultimately decided on, not too far from campus.

he apologized, then explained that he was busy on saturday. it didn't seem like a long time, 2 days, but it sure felt like it.

saturday night and you were slowly going insane waiting. there was something about the way you felt for him that made you want to confirm it was actually a crush. he was intoxicating you in ways you had never been before.

you tried, but soon enough, sleeping was out of the picture. plans to shop and prepare were set for tomorrow, but at midnight, you got more to thinking, and soon, you were pacing the small area of your room, thinking as to what you could wear, how you would act, what you'd say on your date. so what if he already showed interest in you? you wanted to be perfect. you wanted to be his type.

and so, you paced, and when the idea came to mind, you quite literally laughed out loud at the pure comedy of it, but...

you couldn't believe it. you couldn't believe you were doing this. not as you lifted your knuckles to the wood, and not as you knocked once, twice, three times, hands slightly shaking and mind a whirlwind of protestations. it took anakin 9 seconds to open the door, and there he stood, bathed in moonlight, face countered by shadows and a dim lamp. he wore nothing but a gray pair of sweatpants, his hair mussed, his chest broad and strong. it had you gawking, gulping, looking away.

"what."

"can you put on a damn shirt? have some decency?" you demanded, stare on the doorframe, though you caught the look of disgruntlement that passed over his features, the roll of his eyes in your periphery.

"in my room?" anakin countered, a brow raised.

"at least while i'm here." silence. your cheeks were flushed red, skin going hot as he glared at you a moment, before turning and swiping a shirt off his bed.

"why are you here?" he asked as he pulled it on, his shoulders flexing with the movement. you swallowed, staring only at the back of his head until he was done and sitting atop the mattress. "should i get out the condoms?"

you rolled your eyes, still half-recovering from earlier embarrassment. "no. i need... help." anakin's face contorted into what you could only guess was shock and annoyance.

"with what?" he cocked his head, face slightly tilted down. you breathed a heavy exhale, inviting yourself in and plopping down on his desk chair. dust particles danced in the dim glow of the lamp behind you.

"you.. know how men work. what do they... what do they... find— attractive." you cringed even as you said the words, nose scrunched, and for a moment, it was all quiet. he looked surprised, then confused, and then, amused. he snorted, shaking his head.

"you want me to help you make a guy like you?" came the incredulous question. you rolled your eyes, a hand rubbing up and down your arm.

"no. i think he already does. i just need to... prepare for a... date." and then, it was full laughter. you exhaled sharply as he chuckled, hand over mouth, face twisted in glee. "it's not funny. i want to be his type."

"well if he likes you," he spoke through a fit of laughter. "then you already are his type." anakin was making you feel dumb. you shifted in your seat, glaring daggers at him. finally, he quieted down a bit, sighing.

"are you done?"

"you have 15 seconds to explain before i kick you out."

"fine. okay. i guess— i just want— i want to know what to say. i don't know what to say, so i want you to tell me. i want you to teach me. i want to know what guys look for in girls.. y'know what i mean. i just have no idea what to do. i don't know how to do any of it."

"i think henry will take any chance he gets at this point." a grin. you sputtered, mouth falling open.

"how did you—?"

"i'm not stupid, despite what you think. i heard you last night. and have you forgotten that i know you gave him your number?" you flushed. "oh, what, you thought you were being sneaky?" a cocked brow, a tilted head. you rolled your eyes, looking away briefly, then back to him.

"can you help me... or?..."

"if i get the rest of the energy bars."

"i bought those for myself!"

"choose wisely."

quiet.

"fine..."

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"stop moving. you look uncomfortable."

"i am uncomfortable."

"well you shouldn't look like you are."

you sat, on the floor in front of anakin, pretending his face was henry's and the cold wood below you was actually a field of grass and a blanket. his hand reached out and steadied your bouncing knee, and the skin that made contact with his fingers prickled oddly, a strange feeling twisting and turning within you.

"okay..." you whispered, eyes meeting his once his hand fell away and back beside him. you cleared your throat, straightening. "how are you, henry?"

quiet. his face was calm one moment, then all amusement and laughter another.

"what?!" you squeaked, feigning anger. "i did what you told me to!"

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry— i just can't take you.. seriously." he made himself quiet down, shaking his head slightly. despite yourself, you felt your lips pulling upwards. "okay. okay. i'm good now." he licked his lips. "just— look more open. like you want to talk to me."

you forced your shoulders down and back, tilted your head slightly, went through all the motions. "like this?"

he studied, then reached out, a hand under your chin, which he brought more upwards. "there."

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"this?" it was now 1 am and you were in a floral sundress with dots of pink flowers on fabric and soft ruffles, turning in circles in the middle of anakin's dorm room. you even wore added heels, the color of book pages, and a matching handbag tucked beneath your arm.

your roommate sat at his desk, leaned back in the chair, studying your every movement in that stupid dress like you'd die in it, and you couldn't help but be a bit grateful for it.

"no," he ultimately decided, and you were left to grumble and moan as you tried on yet another outfit, which you were running out of.

next, was a plaid, loose skirt, a white tank top, and a leather jacket, which he also turned down, all pursed lips snd narrowed eyes. you thought you'd ran out of clothes completely when you stumbled over yet another sundress, except this one was the soft green of early spring. this would be the one. you even donned some extra necklaces, a spritz of perfume, new heels.

"this?" you fixed the sleeves a bit in the full-body mirror by his door, eyes meeting his face in the reflection. quiet. your brows screwed together, confused as to why he had suddenly gone quiet. you turned around, giving him that bewildered, slightly concerned look. "what? do you not like how it looks?" turn back again, to fix the dress anxiously. then, in the glass, he stood up, walking over, and his hands were on the collar, and you tried to whirl around, but realized he was zipping it up fully. you must've forgotten.

you stood there, his hands on your back and his eyes fixed to the dress, your stomach twisting and turning for the first time around him. you gulped, going perfectly still beneath his touch in fear that if you shifted, he'd go back to hating you, and you'd go back to hating him for hating you. once it was done, his fingers dropped back to his sides, and he looked carefully up and down at you through the mirror, which had you squirming, his eyes void of any emotion.

"this one."

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| part 2 >

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Fevered Affection {h.c}

summary: Hazel takes care of a very sick you.

Pure fluff.

(This is entirely self-indulgent as I have been sick the past week and need a Hazel to come take care of me)

pairing: Hazel Callahan x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

You wake up in your bed, a tight ball of pressure constricting your chest, as if something has been lodged in your lungs for days. You try to slowly untangle yourself from Hazel's body beside you and move her arm off of you. As you sit up, you find yourself gasping for air, a fit of coughing wracking your body and intensifying the pounding in your head. Leaning over the edge of the bed, you reach for your water bottle, the cool liquid soothing your dry throat and sticky skin. It’s completely dark in the room except for the soft orange glow of your salt lamp plugged in, casting a warm ambiance on your bedside table.

You pick up your phone and the light from your screensaver adds to the throbbing in your poor head. Glancing at the clock, you groan, it's 3:38 a.m. Apparently, you had dozed off early only to be rudely awakened by your lingering illness. Every inch of your body aches, and your chills have now transformed into a too-warm heat.

Beside you, your girlfriend stirs, a soft sound escaping her lips. Hazel quickly becomes alert, her brows furrowing in concern. "Honey, are you okay? What's wrong?"

You convinced your mom to let Hazel come over and take care of you. After spending days miserably locked up in your room, missing school, and yearning to see her, you needed her presence. Hazel had arrived earlier that evening, well-prepared with all the essentials. As soon as she received the green light to come over, she stopped by a nearby grocery store to gather cough drops, medicine, tea, soup, a heating pad, and even a new stuffed animal, all to make you feel better.

"I'm fine, Haze," you manage to say before having another coughing fit.

"You don't sound fine. You sound like you're about to hack up a lung," Hazel says, concern etched on her face as she grabs your shoulder and pulls you in for a closer look. You attempt to squirm away from her touch.

"Don't look at me. I'm sick and disgusting," you protest weakly. Hazel chuckles softly. "Yeah, you look super gross right now. So gross that I just need to kiss you so bad," she teases sarcastically, planting a quick peck on your lips.

"Shut up," you reply, though you know there's no real heat behind your words. Hazel is just as lovesick as you are, if not more.

"I'm gonna get you sick," you warn halfheartedly.

"Babe, do you think if I was worried about that, I would have slept next to you for the past seven hours?" she replies, lightly tugging your bare arm back down and placing her lips on your shoulder.

"Seriously," she mumbles against your skin, her kisses tracing a line from your shoulder to your neck. Your head falls to your other shoulder, allowing her access, and you let out a soft sigh.

Her mouth reaches your ear, and she whispers, "Plus, if I get sick too, then we're both stuck in bed together. How terrible." You shove her off playfully, unable to suppress a laugh.

You watch as she gets up off the bed searching for one of the items she bought for you: Vicks Vaporub. She returns to the bed and settles in front of you. You shift closer until you're sitting face to face.

"My body hurts," you say, your frustration becoming more noticeable.

"Shh. I know, baby. I'm gonna try and make it better for you, okay?" she reassures, gently moving your hair out of the way to apply the cool gel on your chest. She carefully pulls down the straps of your tank top, creating a clear working space.

"I promise this will help a little bit, honey."

She opens the jar, dips her fingers in, and applies the rub to your chest with care. The sensation is cold, but oddly comforting. The intense minty smell instantly burns your nose. You watch as she runs her hand from the center of your chest up to your shoulder, squeezing gently when she reaches the top. Her touch is gentle yet firm, sending shivers down your spine.

"This okay? I know it's kind of cold, sorry," she says, dipping her fingers back into the jar for more gel. You can't help but admire the way her ringed fingers dip into the substance. She repeats the same process on the other side of your chest, her fingers gliding slowly across your chest. creating a tingling sensation that spreads warmth beneath your skin.

"Yeah, it's fine. Feels good, actually."

Despite your discomfort, a warm feeling spreads through your stomach as you watch Hazel take care of you so tenderly. As she wipes the small excess of the substance off on her hoodie sleeve, her eyes meet yours, filled with compassion and affection, conveying a silent promise to take care of you.

"I think I'm just really good with my hands," she remarks playfully. You shove her in a half-hearted attempt at retaliation, then surrender and collapse into her, your head buried into her neck with your hands in her lap. Her cold hands grip your waist and start to move up, drawing gentle lines up and down your back with her fingers.

"Thank you for taking care of me," your voice croaks. You sniffle, feeling overwhelmed by gratitude and annoyance at your lingering sickness. Hazel, sensing your frustration, instinctively reaches up to gently wipe away the tears that escape your eyes. Her touch is tender, her eyes filled with love and concern as she softly brushes her thumb against your cheek.

"You don't have to thank me, my love," she whispers, her voice soothing. She wraps you in her arms again, holding you tightly as she maneuvers you both back to lying down. Face to face, you stare into her big blue eyes.

"I hate feeling this way," you admit, your voice laced with frustration. "I just want to get better and go back to normal." Hazel's eyes soften with understanding, and her fingers begin gently caressing through your hair.

"I know, honey.” She says. "I hate seeing you like this too. I promise, first thing tomorrow, I'll take you to the doctor if you want. We'll figure out what's going on, and you'll get the proper help you need."

You find solace in her words, a glimmer of hope in the midst of your frustration. "Thank you," you whisper, your voice cracking with emotion. Hazel smiles, her eyes reflecting unwavering determination.

"Of course," she replies, her fingers tenderly tracing circles on your back. "I'll be with you every step of the way, holding your hand.” In the quiet intimacy of the moment, you look into Hazel's eyes, your gaze filled with deep affection and sincerity.

"I love you," you say, your voice barely a whisper.

Hazel smiles, her eyes softening with the same depth of love mirrored in your own.

"I love you too, more than words can express," she replies, her hand moving down your body to rest on your hip, squeezing it gently.

"You mean the world to me, I literally only ever care about what you are doing or how you are feeling.” She adds.

You both laugh quietly, feeling thankful to have found someone who cares for you so deeply.

"I'm so lucky to have you," you confess, your heart swelling with gratitude. I don't know what I'd do without you." Hazel leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"And I'm lucky to have you too," she murmurs, her voice filled with unwavering devotion. "We're a team, you and I. I mean it.” You share a smile, your gazes locked.

“God we can be so cheesy sometimes,” you remark, letting out a soft laugh.

"Yeah, you love it." She shifts onto her back, pulling you closer and wrapping her arm around you, inviting you to rest your head on her chest.

"Do you feel comfy?" She asks softly.

"Mhm,” you murmur in contentment.

“I’m right here babe, I’m not leaving. I’ll stay with you as long as it takes for you to get better okay? I just want you to sleep well and get some rest now"

You let sleep begin to tug at you, completely content, wrapped in each other's arms, listening to the soft rhythm of Hazel's breathing slowing down.

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a/n: Okay this was literally the first fic i have ever written so please forgive me if its god-awful. Also if you enjoyed this wanna send me a request I would seriously be so happy <3

also sorry the formatting on this is kinda weird

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[phoward89]

Summary: The morning after your impromptu sleepover, Coriolanus convinces you to take a shower with him before breakfast. Things heat up and suddenly you and your best friend become friends with benefits.

Warnings: Coriolanus Snow is a warning himself! Cussing, possessiveness, Dark!Coriolanus Snow, manipulation, cheating, kissing, impact play (spanking), fingering (f receiving), hand job (m receiving), thoughts of murder

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Chapter 4:

You woke up to Coryo stroking your cheek; his groggy voice whispering, “Time to wake up, little dove.”

“But I'm comfy.” You groaned, sleep heavy in your voice.

“I know, I'm comfortable with you wrapped in my arms, sleeping, as well. But, we need to shower and dress before eating breakfast and going to the Academy.”

“I know.” You sighed, making no effort to move.

“Get up, Y/N.” Coryo lightly smacked your ass, causing you to let out a tiny gasp.

“Why'd you spank me, Coryo?” You asked, looking at him with a slightly open mouth, shocked that your best friend had spanked you.

“Because, my little dove, you're being a bad girl and bad girls get spankings.” Coryo smirked, voice low and husky only to bring his hand up and give you another smack on the ass. Kneading your ass cheek in a soothing manner, he told you, “Now, if you don't want anymore you'll get up.”

“Fine, I'll get up.” You sighed, only to carefully sling yourself off of the lanky blonde you used as a mattress the previous night.

“Your spare uniform's in my closet from the last time we did this.” Your best friend told you while sitting up. His platinum blonde curls sticking up every which way.

“Cute bedhead, Coryo.” You teased him before heading over to the door.

“You're insufferable, dove. You know that?” He asked, following right behind you.

Stopping right in front of the door, you turned around to look at him. “Don't follow me, Coryo. I need to go shower.”

“That's why I'm following you, Y/N. I need to shower too and since there's 4 of us in the penthouse, we need to shower together to conserve water.’

“But-” You started to protest, voice soft and shaky, only for Coriolanus to cut you off with a slick and charming argument of, “Don't be selfish, little dove. We can't risk using up all the water by taking separate showers. It isn't fair to Tigris or Grandma’am; they deserve to be able to shower this morning too.”

“Fine…” You reluctantly sigh, but only because you don't want to risk either Tigris or Grandma'am not being able to have a shower due to the lack of hot water. “But you can't look at me.”

“Can’t look at you? Little Dove, now you're being silly. How can we shower together without looking at each other?” Coriolanus asked, his brow raised mockingly at you, while reaching around you and opening his bedroom door.

“Stand behind me or close your eyes.” You suggested, walking out of the room. “I dunno, but I'm seeing Sejanus now so we shouldn't be looking at each other naked in the shower.” You added in, heading to the shower with Coryo hot on your heels.

Sejanus.

God, just his name made Coriolanus’ blood boil. How could you seriously want to continue seeing him after one miserable date. A date that he crashed and ruined.

Well, Coriolanus isn't happy that you don't want him to see you naked in the shower because you don't want to cheat on Sejanus, but that's not going to stop him. He's going to see you, all of you, in the flesh underneath the spraying water of his shower head whether you like it or not. You're his innocent little dove. Coryo knows he'll be able to manipulate you into doing what he wants you to do. Which is letting him see you naked.

Even though you told your best friend that you didn't want him to see you naked (other than your backside), you somehow ended up facing him, showing off your body. You don't even know how it happened, really. One minute you were in front of him, rinsing your hair, and the next you were facing him after trading places so that he could wash his hair with the black market goop that barely qualifies as shampoo.

“You're beautiful.” Coriolanus complimented you, a lopsided smile on his face, as he let the water from the showerhead rain down on his head full of luscious blonde curls.

“Coriolanus!” You shrieked, smacking him on his chest. “You promised you wouldn't look.”

“It's kind of hard not to, with us sharing the shower head to wash up.” Your best friend told you, his long fingers lathering the goopy shampoo in his hair.

You felt a tingle between your legs watching his long lithe fingers massaging his scalp as his crystal clear blue eyes raked over your wet body. You felt your skin prickle with heat as you tried to keep your eyes from roaming down over him.

“We've been the bestest of friends since we were little, dove. You don't have to feel weird or self conscious about me looking at your body. You know, if you're afraid of me making fun of your body, don't be. You're very beautiful without clothes on.”

Feeling conflicted, you heavily sighed, “Coryo…”

“Will you just let yourself feel comfortable in this moment with me, Y/N?” Coriolanus bit out, rinsing the bubbles out of his light blonde curls. His eyes were shut, to prevent the cheap soap from stinging his eyes, as he ticked off the reasons you should feel comfortable with him. “I've always been your constant in your life since we were kids. I always protected you during the Dark Days; always been by your side during everything. You can tell me anything and I'll do anything for you, little dove. Just, stop acting like sharing the shower with me’s a death sentence.”

Coryo's last sentence made you feel bad. You didn't realize how badly you've hurt his feelings. It's not that you felt sharing the shower with him's a death sentence, it's just that you're feeling a bit nervous. Uncomfortable even.

Before you could think better of it, you closed the distance between the two of you, only to wrap your arms around him in a hug. The water sprayed down on the two of you as you rested your head on his wet chest. “I'm sorry for making you feel bad, Coryo. I didn't mean to, it's just that being in here with you’s got me a bit nervous.”

Coryo hugged you back, his arms holding you tight against him. His chin rested on your wet hair as he told you, “There's nothing to be nervous about, little dove. It's just me; you know I care about you and wouldn't hurt you. Right?”

“Yea, I know.” You nodded against your best friend's chest as the water continued to pelt down on you. “It's just, you know…”

“Never seen a guy naked before? Never been seen naked by a guy before, yeah?” Coriolanus supplied, as if he was literally reading your thoughts. It took your breath away, how well he knew you. It rendered you speechless. “It's okay to be nervous, my sweet girl, but use your words and talk to me about it instead of treating me like shit.”

“Coryo, I already told you I'm sorry.” You told him, lifting your head up and locking your eyes with his baby blues.

Coryo nodded, only to unwrap his arms from your body. He didn't say a word, just cupped your cheeks with his hands and kissed you. Your brain went black as his lips kept sweeping over yours. And when you finally responded to the kiss by pressing your lips against his, he pushed you against the cool tile wall of the shower.

You felt his hardness press against your stomach, leaking precum onto your soft skin, as his tongue swept over your bottom lip while kissing. The feel of his hard cock against your stomach broke the trance you were in. Breaking the kiss, your eyes fell to the curly blonde's shoulder. “Coryo, we can't. I'm with Sej.” You weakly protested as a slight pang of guilt hit your gut.

What were you doing? Were you really cheating on Sejanus after only a couple of days into the new relationship? What's wrong with you? You shouldn't be naked in the shower, pressed up against Coryo sharing heated kisses.

“Y/N, my little dove, stop worrying about cheating on Sejanus.” Coryo told you, his jaw ticking and he held back the urge to scream. He was getting so annoyed with your concern about your little district dog. Sejanus didn't matter to you, but he did. Why couldn't you see that? Placing his knuckles under your chin and tipping it up; making your guilt ridden eyes meet his baby blues, he smoothly told you, “We’re not doing anything wrong, dove. We're the bestest of best friends; sometimes best friends have some benefits.”

“Benefits?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yea.” Coryo nodded, a thin smile spread across his lush lips. “Mhm…” He hummed. “Only the very special best friends become friends with benefits.” He told you, trailing his hands down your neck and over your collar bone, only to rest them on your boobs. “We can help each other explore and learn things, be each other's first and not worry about being laughed at for fumbling and not knowing what to do.” The platinum blonde said while kneading your tits, occasionally swiping his thumbs over your nipples.

“But Sejanus…” You sighed, feeling torn between the lustful feelings your best friend was stoking and the loyalty you wanted to give your boyfriend. Your sweet Sejanus that seemed so nice; the boy that your mother was so happy about you seeing.

But it seemed that your best friend, your constant in your life since you were a little girl, Coryo was drawing you in like a moth to a flame.

“Don't worry about him right now, Y/N. Just worry about me.” Coryo told you, water droplets rolling down his skin as his icy blue eyes bore into your frightened soul, holding you in place. You were frozen, unable to move an inch, as he said, “Just focus on me and how good I can make you feel; how good we can make each other feel.”, while moving one hand low, only to stroke over your lower stomach.

He leaned his head close to your ear, his breath hot as he whispered, “Let's be special best friends with benefits, little dove.” His hand dipped between your legs, his long finger slowly slipping between your wet folds as he uttered the soft, manipulative words of, “Let's navigate learning how to do things, how to make our bodies feel good together without the fear of being judged for fumbling; being nervous.”

One single reason why you should say no popped into your head, but a plethora of reasons why you should agree; say yes to Coryo's suggestion filled your mind.

Being friends with benefits with your best friend couldn't be wrong, could it? Not when it felt so good, the way he was slowly taking his time to run his finger up and down your slit; bumping against your clit only to tease your tight hole by pressing his fingertip right at the entrance.

“Okay.” You nodded. With lust glazing over your eyes, you said, “Let's do it, Coryo. Let's be best friends with special benefits.”

Hearing you say that sent all of the blood coursing through Coryo's body straight to his dick. He was so excited that you agreed to be his. Screw Sejanus, ‘your boyfriend'. He was going to have all of your firsts. Him, your best friend, your Coryo, was going to do everything to you.

Ruin you.

But that was fine since you're only ever going to know him in the biblical sense.

Coriolanus nibbled the spot below your ear, kissing along your neck as he rubbed circles on your clit with his finger. He smiled into your neck when he heard you let out a whimper of pleasure.

Lifting his head to look at you, he took your hand in his free one and brought it to his large cock. “You can touch me too, baby.”

You didn't say a word, just nodded while letting him wrap your hand around his cock. A cock that was thick and long with veins running alongside it.

“You're big.” You told him in awe. He had to be about 8 inches. Oh god, you didn't even know a cock could be so big.

Of course you didn't, you were a naive and innocent girl. Probably one of the only virgins out of your class in the Academy. Well…other than Coryo…but he's a boy, so…

“Yeah, you think you?” The platinum blonde asked, a teasing glint in his eyes as he prodded open your tight, wet hole with his long finger.

“Mhm…” You whined as you felt him slowly start to finger you.

“Rub your thumb against my tip.” He told you, causing you to nod and do just that. Rub your thumb against his tip; spreading the precum around. He let out a tiny moan, only to ask you, “You like how I'm fingering you, baby? Feel good?”

“Yea, it feels good.” You sighed, starting to slowly pump his cock up and down experimentally.

“Grip me a little bit tighter, dove.” Coryo instructed while swiping his thumb over your clit.

“Coryo.” You gasped, feeling a jolt shoot right thru you from his touch.

“Want me to add another finger?” He asked, a smug look on his face. Making you moan and gasp was giving him an ego boost.

“Yes, please” You practically begged while gripping him tighter and jerking him faster, just like he told you too.

Coryo added a second finger inside of your aching cunt, only to curl his fingers and search for your spongy spot. All while you kept pumping his cock just the way he liked. Little whimpers groans escaped his lips as he prodded you, determined to find your special spot.

“Coryo!” You loudly shrieked, feeling pleasure course throughout your entire body as his fingers pressed into that special spongy spot deep inside of your pussy.

“Shit, little dove, don't be so loud. Don't wanna get caught fucking around, do we, baby?” He hissed, only to capture your lips with his in a bruising kiss.

The kids was hungry and heated. The blonde was determined to swallow all of your moans as you two got each other off.

The sound of the water spray in the shower did nothing to mask the lead noises of his fingers furiously positioning in and out of your pussy. The sound of your hand jerking off his cock, the echo of the fast movents, weren't shielded by the water pelting down in the shower either. In fact the Sounds of your actions seemed to drown out the sound the water made as it sprayed out of the shower head, pelting down onto your bodies and the shower tiles.

Coryo broke your heated kiss only to lean his drenched forehead against yours. “I feel your cunt tightly clenching my fingers, Y/N.” He half moaned. “Are you close, baby? Cause I'm close, my little dove, but I wanna wait for you.”

“I'm so close, Coryo. So close.” You panted. Trying not to moan too loudly, asked him, “I need to cum, Coryo. Can we cum together?”

“Of course we can cum together. Wouldn't want it any other way.” He told you, only to start snapping his hips- fucking your fist, while fingering you faster and deeper while rubbing hard, fast circles into your clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He cursed as he felt his heavy balls tighten up. “Gonna cum, baby.” Coryo whined. “Cum right now for me, Y/N. Cum with me, little dove.” He demanded, teeth gritted as he started to cum.

You felt the warm white rope of his cum shoot out onto your leg, causing you to cum hard around Coryo's fingers while moaning a mix of his name and curses.

After your exciting shower with Coryo, you two scurried back to his room (before anyone caught you together in the shower) and got dressed into your Academy uniforms.

Once dressed, the two of you went into the kitchen to get started of breakfast. Which in the Snow house breakfast was the same as lunch and dinner- soggy, flavorless boiled cabbage and watery brother. You weren't a fan of it, considering you hate a fair share of the stuff as well. At least your mother was able to acquire some cheap meat (probably dog, cat, or rat) to add to the green leafy vegetable. And since your mother didn't have a steady job, you didn't even want to ask how she could afford the mystery meat.

You knew. Coriolanus told you that it was the same thing his cousin, Tigris, was doing to afford his new-used pants and too small shoes, but you didn't want to think about it. If you did t acknowledge it, then it wasn't happening.

Right?

Anyways, when you went to the kitchen to start on breakfast, you saw that Tigris was already in the room. She was standing over the pot boiling on the stove, stirring it like a witches brew.

“Oh, Y/N, I wasn't aware that you slept over last night.” Tigris remarked, a thin smile on her face as her blue eyes bounced between you and her cousin.

“She went on a date last night with Sejanus; lost track of time and slept over so she wouldn't get in trouble for waking her mom up by getting in late.” Coriolanus explained while taking over the cabbage cooking duty from his cousin.

“Oh.” Tigris nodded before excusing herself to go get ready for the day, since she was still on her nightdress and robe.

“I should go get my books and stuff.”

“We can get it after breakfast, little dove.”

“The cabbage is going to take a while to cook, I can grab my books and be back in time to eat.”

“Or you can grab your books and have Sej pick you up; take you for chocolate croissants and macchiatos.” Your best friend snapped, his baritone full of jealousy, as he stirred the cabbage with harsh movements.

Taken back by his jealousy, you told him, “Coryo, stop acting like that. You're my best friend, I'm not going to ditch you for breakfast.”

Turning away from the stock pot, Coryo asked, “What if he wants you to ditch me one day?” Getting right up into your personal space, he lowly hissed, “Huh, baby? Would you do that, leave me for him?” His icy blue eyes glinted with an unchecked emotion as he bitterly asked, “Leave your special best friend with benefits for your boyfriend, that obviously feels threatened by me?”

“No.” You shook your head. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you reassured him, “You're everything to me, Coryo. You're my best friend and have always been there; I need you in my life.”

Your words made Coriolanus' dark, possessive, obsessive, black, dead heart soar and beat with life. He knew that he now had you where he wanted you. All he had to do was get that stupid boyfriend of yours out of the picture.

Then he'll have you all to himself.

But, since you were in his arms all night and he had his fingers deep in your perfect wet pussy this morning, he wasn't able to start planning how to get right of that pesky problem.

Your boyfriend.

Sejanus Plinth.

All he knew was that he had to kill him to permanently get him out of the picture. But one wrong move could cost him you forever.

He couldn't have that.

No…

Coriolanus needed you just like he needed air to breathe. You were his life force.

So to ensure that he kept you by his side once Sejanus us was eliminated, he had to carefully plan his actions.

“And I need you, little dove. So much too.” Coryo honestly admitted to you. Pulling back and returning to the stove, he sighed, “Go ahead and get your stuff. But hurry back here, Grandma'am going to start sing The Gem Of Panem soon and if I have to endure that torture then so do you.”

You went over to Coryo and gave him a friendly peck on the cheek. “Dont worry, I'll be back in time to listen to Grandma’am’s beautiful opera rentirion of the anthem.” You told him before skipping off to go to the 8th floor to grab your things for school from your own apartment.

As Coryo stirred the nasty cabbage soup l, he couldn't help but feel that this is what your lives would be like if you lived with him. Then, he had an epiphany. Your life will be like that after he kills Sejanus because, while your besides yourself with grief, he'll convince you to move in with him and his family.

Where he'll be able to take care of you. Be your shoulder to cry on and the man to fuck you into the mattress until all thoughts of your dead boyfriend disappear from your head.

Oh yes, Coriolanus Snow was going to win his prize. He was going to win you and soon.

Because Snow always lands on top.

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[neverinadream]

Here's To Doing The Unexpected

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Summary: Christian tries to do the unexpected

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: Vienna - Billy Joel

Warnings: small talk of pregnancy, husband!christian

Notes: i'm trying to clean out the drafts 🫣 it's small, it's not that great, but i didn't want to waffle and end up turning it into something i don't end up posting. anyway, here's something that isn't smut. feedback is always appreciated

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"Who are you and what have you done with my husband?" You tease, the kitchen smelling unexpectedly good, with Christian at the counter, a dishcloth tossed over one shoulder, looking like he had stepped out of an episode of The Bear. His mouth mimes the lyrics to Luke Combs 'Forever After All,' as he crushes a glove of garlic under the blade of his knife. You didn't even know he knew how to do that.

You step further into the kitchen, his cheeks twitching at your hand unconsciously sliding across the small of his back as you come to stand on his other side to inspect what he was doing. There's a pot of homemade sauce simmering on the stovetop behind you, the rich smell of tomatoes perfuming the air, and before you were ingredients like eggs, flour and butter. The typical stuff you needed to make fresh pasta.

This certainly wasn't Christian usual level of cooking when it came to doing anything in the kitchen. Normally, it was quick and simple meals, the ones he knew he wouldn't burn, and sometimes went in a microwave. Or, it was making Rice Krispies buns with your baby cousins, leaving the counters covered in the melted chocolate and stray pieces of Rice Krispies that never made it into the mixing bowl.

"I'm amazed," you tease him some more, feeling his laughter ripple through his body as you rest your head against his arm.

"Amazed that I haven't burnt the place down?" Christian laughs as you mumble 'no comment' under your breath. He turns and tips his head, brushing his lips lightly against the top of your head. His hand comes down to touch your bump, soothing his thumb over your round belly like it was his secret way of saying hello to. "This move was all about trying new things, right?" He crushes another glove of garlic, sliding it off the knife with the side of his finger. "So, I'm trying to not burn the kitchen down."

"Oh." You look up through your eyelashes, catching your bottom lip between your teeth to trap the giggle that desperately wants to escape. "I thought you meant we would be trying new things in...you know...the..."

"Dirty girl," he shakes his head, talking over you as your voice trails off.

"Yeah," your hand drops to give his bum a cheeky pinch, "and you love me for it."

He sets the knife down, wiping his hand quickly on the end of the dishcloth, before turning to face you. He's left chasing your lips, your body jerking back as the smell of garlic still lingers on his fingers. His brows rise to meet his hairline. "What?" He laughs, finally caressing your face. His thumb traces the shape of your cheek and he dips his eyes to look into yours. "Can't I kiss my beautiful, glowing wife?"

"You can kiss your 'beautiful, glowing wife' - which dramatic much? - when you're fingers no longer smell of garlic." You scrunch your nose. "Seriously, how does it not bother you?"

"Because I'm not six months pregnant." He sneaks a kiss to your temple and takes a few steps over to the sink. "You know, you don't seem to complain when my fingers smell like you," he cheekily says over the sound of the tap, lathering his hands in lemon-scented soap. You roll your eyes, your cheeks flooding with warmth at his crude joke. "Though, it has been a while," he turns the tap off, "I think I might have forgotten what you smell like."

"What's the matter?" You tease him with a perfectly mischievous smile. "You got blue balls?"

"As a matter of fact, yes." He wraps his arms around you, landing a kiss against your jaw. "I miss touching you," he whispers, sliding his hands up and down your sides, dipping to kiss down the column of your neck, "I miss you touching me."

"Christian?" He hums, half acknowledging you, too distracted by the softness of your skin. "The sauce is boiling over."

His head snaps back, eyes widening as his homemade sauce boils over the side of the pot and sizzles as it hits the stovetop. "Shit!" He launches forward, taking the pan off the ring, trying to wipe up some of the spilt sauce before any more damage could be done. "Shit. Shit. Fuck-" You cover your nose as a slightly charred smell permeates the air and watch his shoulders drop. "So much for trying to do something nice."

"Hey-" You take short strides across the kitchen and wrap your arms around his middle. On instinct, he reaches for your hands, rubbing his thumb across the back of your wrist. "It's okay," you kiss the back of his shoulder and press your cheek against it, "you know I've never really been one to like grand gestures, anyway."

"I know." He tucks his head back, a show of disappointment in himself lingering in his eyes. "I just wanted to do something nice before Bubbles comes along."

You lift your head. "Bubbles?"

"It's nothing," he mumbles, "just something to call them whilst we wait to meet them."

"Bubbles," you repeat, taking a step back and shrugging your shoulders, "I like it; better than calling them 'Baby' all the time." A frown stretches across your lips, turning your head to look at the preparation he had already done. He really was trying to make this Valentine's Day special for both of you. "You know, I think we could still salvage this," you tell him, swinging your head back around to look at him.

He lifts his brows. "We can?"

You crane your head to look around him. "Maybe even that, too," you add, pointing to the pan.

"Uh, no," he shakes his head, "that is not possible." He nudges the pot back with his elbow. "I wouldn't even feed that to my worst enemy."

You wink and quickly kiss him on the cheek. "We'll see about that, baby."

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