#like... layed there n cuddled for a solid few minutes while our other friend was just kinda just sitting n doing her own thing lol

[rendevousz]

the favourite

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: you are the baby avenger and everyone is platonically whipped for you.

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: none, maybe just my inability to write good endings

word count: 3497

note: um second oneshot hope this one's good gaaah

"hey, doll. whatcha' reading?" you glanced up to see bucky, who then plopped down next to you on the couch in the common room. "it's called 'shadow and bone'. it's a novel that's turning into a netflix series in like a month," you smiled at the super soldier, lifting up your book a little to show him the cover. his eyebrows raised at the information, lips tugging into a knowing smirk.

"yes, bucky, i'll watch the series with you." you rolled your eyes playfully at him. ever since he officially became an avenger and moved into the tower with the rest of you, you've been helping him 'get with the times' —as sam likes to call it— just as you did steve a few years prior.

steve had told his best friend that you were the best at stuff like this. after all, you were the youngest avenger. and you had a lot of free time on your hands; having no school since you were pretty much the only one besides vision who could compete with tony's or bruce's intelligence.

so really, school wasn't mandatory for you according to tony. at least, after you had asked him if you could just not attend and he cracked ten seconds after you pulled the puppy dog eyes.

you also had significantly less trainings than the rest of the team. this one wasn't because you were an expert on the field or something —well, you were, but so were the rest of the team but they still had almost daily trainings while you had half the amount they did— this was because you had cap wrapped around your tiny little finger.

and as for the team, they couldn't even be mad about it because if they were in the captain's position, they would probably be the same. everyone just loved you too much.

"do you mind if i turned on the tv?" bucky asked, afraid that you wouldn't want background noise while you were reading but obviously you didn't mind so you shook your head as you continued to read. not long after, you closed your book with a bookmark between the pages you stopped at before shoving in into bucky's hands and running up into your room to quickly grab your blanket.

he watched you run out of the common room in confusion before chuckling when he saw you run back in looking tiny with a huge, fluffy blanket in your arms. you went back to your spot on the couch next to him, spreading the blanket over both your laps, bucky smiling fondly as he watched you fix it before turning to him. "comfy?" you asked and he nodded, giving you back your book as you cuddled up to him. he smiled down at you and wrapped an arm around you while you leaned against his chest.

"what's this? movie night without me?" you two looked up at the owner of the voice and saw sam walking in, making his way to the kitchen, probably to make himself some coffee. "what movie are you guys watching?" he asked, leaning against a pillar to look at the tv, trying to figure out what movie was playing.

"actually, only bucky's watching the movie—it's mean girls, by the way—and i'm just reading my book." you told sam without looking at him, lifting your book up high to show him before lowering it back down to continue reading it.

"barnes, what are you doing watching a movie while y/n is reading? she won't be able to focus with all that background noise, shut it off." sam told him off, now back in the kitchen to make his coffee. you shook your head at the man's antics. "sam, it's fine. i told him it was okay,"

"of course you did, you're too sweet to say no to anyone." he quipped back, now standing nearby, watching the tv too, seemingly interested in the movie playing. you only rolled your eyes playfully at him before going back to the book. after a few minutes of him just standing, bucky spoke up. "just sit down if you want to watch the whole movie, birdbrain."

and sit he did. on your other side, snuggling comfortably under your blanket after putting his now empty mug on the coffee table. this caused bucky to huff as he pulled the other end of the blanket which led to them having a tug-of-war over the blanket, you unfortunately stuck in the middle of it. deciding that it was too distracting to read while squished between two grown men who were also fighting for the blanket, you finally closed your book.

"sam, can you help me put this on the coffee table?" you handed sam your book and he immediately took it, stretching his body forward to place it on the coffee table. with the book out of the way, you could finally settle comfortably and the blanket was now shared between the three of you equally. not long after, your head was back against bucky's chest with his arm around you while your legs were over sam's lap under the blanket, one of his arms resting over it above the blanket. if it had been someone else doing that to sam, they probably would've had their legs chopped off already.

"movie night and you didn't invite me?" you chuckled at the question by the newcomer, tony, finding it funny how sam said almost the exact same prior to him. "you're welcome to join us, tony." you offered kindly, to which he replied with a small chuckle.

"i'm just kidding, cupcake. i came up for a drink and a little snack but that's it, i have stuff to finish down in the lab." you nodded understandingly, turning back to the screen in front of you.

"hey, stark, while you're there can you grab me a bottled water from the fridge?" bucky asked him. "oh yeah can you grab me chips from the snacks cabinet too?" sam added.

"you guys have legs for a reason, get them yourselves, i'm not your maid," tony sassed and you bit back a chuckle. bucky and sam then decided to rock-paper-scissors the situation to decide who had to get up and get the water and chips. bucky ended up losing and he begrudgingly got up and came back quickly with his water and sam's chips.

shortly afterwards, tony approached the three of you on the couch, with a juice box and a small bag of pretzels; your go-to movie snack. "here you go, cupcake." he handed them to you and you accepted them happily, beaming at him while he ruffled your hair.

bucky and sam shared a look of disbelief at tony's actions. "what gives, man? we asked for stuff and you didn't want to do it but y/n gets her stuff without even having to ask for it?" sam complained.

"that's because y/n's my baby. now shut up and let her watch the movie in peace." he scolds before leaving the common room, leaving the two men to huff in annoyance. it soon washed off though when you laughed out loud at a scene and they returned back to normal, loving the sound of your contagious laughter.

when the movie ended, it was already late and you had fallen asleep on an also asleep bucky. sam took a look at you and chuckled. he slowly removed the blanket from over himself and you, gently scooping you up into his arms and taking you back into your room, laying you down on your bed. he noticed the lack of blanket on your bed and remembered the blanket you brought down to the common room. he opened your closet for a spare blanket, retrieving it before covering you with it, tucking you in. "night, kiddo." he whispered, kissing your forehead before leaving the room.

-

next morning came and you groggily stretched, noticing that you were in your room. last you remembered was falling asleep mid movie. you deduced that it was most likely either bucky or sam who carried you back to bed. you went to your closet to grab work out clothes since you had training today, before realising what day today was. wanda's breakfast day. you quickly ran to the bathroom and got ready.

once you were done, you dried your hair and left your room, practically bouncing with excitement when you thought of what wanda probably made for breakfast. the week had been a bad breakfast week since everyone who had so far been tasked breakfast duty, sucked at cooking. the only good cook of the team was wanda, explaining your overexcitement.

before you could get far though, you slammed into a solid body, being caught by your wrists before you could fall. "be careful, lady y/n!" a deep voice spoke and you look up, a large smile on your face before you jumped happily, taking the man into a big hug. "thor! you're back!"

he laughed, returning the hug, you almost disappearing due to his big frame before you let go of each other. "where were you headed to so eagerly?"

"it's wanda's breakfast day, thor! i haven't had a decent breakfast all week because no one in this tower except wanda can cook to save their lives. come on, big guy!" you cheered, trying to get onto his back for him to give you a piggy back to the kitchen but he was too high for you to reach. he watched your attempt in amusement before bending down so you could get on his back. you gratefully got on, lightly patting his back and dramatically pointing ahead of you. "to the kitchen we go!"

when you two arrived in the kitchen, clint and wanda were talking as the latter made breakfast. thor's booming laughter echoed through the room as he zoomed with you on his back, laughing your heart out. "we have arrived to our destination, my lady." clint and wanda turned to you, adoring smiles on their faces when they heard you giggling uncontrollably.

"i thought you had more important things to do that you couldn't even walk 10 feet to grab me a spoon." clint raised his eyebrows at the demigod. "yes but y/n needed a ride so i provided her one." thor gave your hair a ruffle before he left the room, going to do what he initially left the kitchen for before you managed to get him to bring you back there.

"morning, kiddo." clint ruffled your hair right after you just fixed it, causing you to glare at him before fixing it again. "morning," you grumbled, sitting down next to him.

"morning, y/n!" wanda greeted, placing your plate of perfectly made blueberry pancakes with extra blueberries neatly placed on top, butter in the middle of it with maple syrup dripping down. your mouth watered. had it really been that long since you had a good breakfast or was it just because it was wanda's creation? or was it both? "here ya go, bubs. your favourite," she grinned at you, placing your glass of orange juice beside the plate.

"thanks, wands! i love you!" you thanked her, already beginning to dig into your breakfast.

"what the heck? you gave me burnt pancakes and didn't let me have extra blueberries because you said there already were some in the pancakes," clint whined to wanda from beside you, watching you eat happily.

"that's because the extra blueberries were for y/n, she loves them. and about the burnt pancakes...yea i just didn't want to give her burnt ones. look how happy she looks," the two turned to you, looking at your cheeks being filled up, making you look like an adorable squirrel.

"okay, fair point." clint slumped down on his chair, continuing to look at you fondly, like a proud father.

-

after breakfast, you made your way down to the training room where steve, nat and peter were training. when you entered, peter immediately noticed, waving and you from the treadmill with a huge smile on his face. nat, having just flipped steve over her her shoulders, smiled at you. "hey, bub." you smiled back at her and steve who struggled to give you a wave but did it anyways from his position.

"alright, y/n, you can warm up and run 2 miles first before we start." steve says once he had gotten up from his position on the ground. you mocked a salute before walking to the treadmills.

"what?! how is that fair? i'm running 5 miles!" peter exclaimed from beside you just as you started your run. "you're enhanced, peter. if anything, it's unfair for y/n/n. actually, that's right, it is unfair for her. y/n/n, you can go ahead and just do a mile."

peter's jaw dropped at this, his mouth opening and closing like fish out of water. "b–but.."

"get back to work, peter. once you're done, we'll start both your and y/n's training." the boy only huffed in annoyance, focusing back on his run while you smirked, internally cheering in victory.

-

"boy, that was tiring!" you dramatically plopped back onto the mat, limbs spread out as you tried to catch your breath. it had been a gruesome 3 hours of training and you were beat.

"y/n/n, get up. sam, bucky and clint's gotta train soon," nat tells you after steve and peter left and you were still sprawled out on the ground. "but i'm tired!" you whined childishly.

"y/n, if you don't get up, i'm gonna leave you here to be trampled on by the boys when they train." nat nagged, hands on her hips as she made a disapproving face at you.

"no you're not. you're gonna carry me to my room so i can shower and sleep soon." you tell her, eyes already closed as the fatigue washed over you. after a few seconds of silence, you heard her sigh out loud before you felt her crouching down beside you.

"get on my back in five seconds or i'll leave you." she threatened. you quickly opened your eyes, grabbing your small towel and water bottle before getting on nat's back. she mumbled something about you being lucky that she loves you or else she really was going to let sam, bucky and clint trample on you.

"what's wrong with her?" you could hear steve's concerned voice asking nat when you two reached—you assumed— the lobby. you were too tired to keep your eyes open so you left them closed while your arms were around nat's neck.

"nothing," you heard nat reply as she walked you both into the elevator. "kid's just too lazy to get up and walk on her own so she made me carry her." you internally rolled your eyes. she made it seem like she was forced to do it when everyone clearly knew she would do anything when it came to you.

you heard steve chuckle before nat started walking again, probably towards your room. you heard the door open and nat finally let you down, prompting you to open your eyes.

"do you want some food after you shower?" she questioned as you looked through your closet for comfy clothes to change to before ultimately deciding on cow print pyjama pants and an oversized tee you stole from steve.

"i'm good, nat, thanks. i just wanna take a nap." as if on cue, you yawned right after. "okay, bub. you'll have to get up later for dinner and movie night though, okay?" she reminded and left the room after you replied an 'okay' back.

-

when you were woken up a few hours later, it was by an annoying scream and a body bouncing on your bed. "y/n/n, wake up! it's dinner! mr stark ordered your favourite!"

you groaned, putting your pillow over your head to block out peter's annoying voice. "come on, y/n/n wake up! you haven't eaten since breakfast and it's movie night tonight!"

"okay, okay, i'm up. you can shut up now, pete." you grumbled crankily. it was quiet for a few seconds before peter yelled out once again. "wake u–"

he never got to finish though because you kicked him off the bed. "i said i'm up, dude." you then sat up, stretching before getting up to wash up, ignoring peter who was on the floor rubbing the side of his head which hit your lamp when he fell off your bed. he then got up, deciding to tidy your bed up a bit while he waited for you to finish washing up so that you two could go down together.

-

"is that my shirt?" was the first thing you heard when you walked in with peter. the team were all sitting, eating your food from your favourite place. "i uh, maybe?" you answered sheepishly, sitting down next to sam and peter settling down on your other side. "i've been looking for that shirt since forever."

"aw, let her have it, steve! she looks better in it than you do, she looks so adorable!" wanda screeched, absolutely adoring how tiny you looked in cap's enormous shirt. she continued to gush over you, even taking out her phone at one point to snap a picture of you. you chuckled at her antics, proceeding to eat your dinner while the team talked.

after dinner, everyone slowly made their way to the common room for team movie night. you guys collectively agreed to watch 'white chicks' after steve revealed that he hadn't watched it.

you sat down next to bruce, who gave you a tired smile when you smiled at him. he must've been working in the lab all day, you thought. halfway through the movie though, a bathroom break was called by tony. a few took the chance to get up and get snacks while you told bruce you were gonna sit closer to the tv since you couldn't hear properly with sam and bucky squabbling over every little thing they could. you could even hear them arguing in the kitchen at the moment over hot chocolate.

when tony came back, you told the two bickering children in the kitchen that you were starting the movie again. not long after you started, you could hear them still bickering, except now they were closer, probably back in their seats. poor bruce, you thought. you escaped the two but he was still stuck next to them.

meanwhile in the back, sam and bucky were still busy fighting over the hot chocolate. you paid them no mind as you focused on the movie, having not watched it in a hot minute.

"dude, i made this for myself! go make your own hot chocolate!" bucky whisper-yelled, moving his mug away from sam's reach when the latter tried to reach for it. "you took my snack now i'm gonna take your drink so it's fair!" sam countered.

before the two of them could stop it, the steaming hot chocolate spilt. not on the carpet, but onto the doctor whose patience had already been running thin with the two quarrelling next to him for the past hour.

his face slowly turned green, clearly a sign that he was fighting so that the other guy didn't come out. the team stared in horror, preparing for a fight to break out with the big green monster.

you, being the closest to the tv, didn't notice this all happening as you happily watched the movie that you couldn't hear properly for the past hour.

you laughed joyously when your favourite scene came on, trying to control your giggles that were starting to get louder and louder. bruce was currently hunched down, trying to even his breathing. but when he heard your laughter, he immediately looked up at you.

the team panicked, thinking that you could be a target for hulk since you just attracted attention to yourself. they were about to get up to protect you as they looked at bruce apprehensively, when the doctor smiled, the green on his neck slowly, but surely disappearing.

the team looked at each other in confusion and bruce smiled weakly at them. "sorry about that. i'm...i'm gonna move up and sit with y/n." he got up and made his way to you. you smiled when you saw him. "got tired of them too?" you joked and he nodded, making himself comfortable next to you.

you nodded and turned your attention back to the tv. it was clear you were oblivious to whatever just happened and the team couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. you really just unknowingly calmed down the hulk.

the team didn't know if you were aware of how much power you actually held over them. nevertheless, you were their little baby and they were willing to do anything for you.

#avengers #avengers x reader #avengers x teen!reader #tony stark x teen!reader #steve rogers x teen!reader #bucky barnes x teen!reader #sam wilson x teen!reader #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #wanda maximoff x teen!reader #clint barton x teen!reader #bruce banner x teen!reader #marvel x teen!reader #peter parker x reader #thor odinson x teen!reader

[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

Emergency! Part 6

Part 6 – One and One make Three?

Summary: The reader has been getting sick lately. She recognizes her symptoms and gets a pregnancy test. Dean and Cas head to rescue some hikers trapped in a cave. Due to the instability of the cave’s entrances and exits, both entrances are caved in. Can they find the exits before they cave in?

Warnings: Really smutty start must be 18+ please (Explicit! P in V, unprotected sex (wrap it up boys), pegging, girl on guy, use of toys/dildos/vibrators, p-spot stimulation, male overstimulation (if that’s a thing), coming dry, breeding kink—kind of, after care), puking, morning sickness, semi-scary situations, 90’s movie reference (I love Daylight! I highly recommend if any of you are Sylvester Stallone fans like I was growing up), Major, Major fluffy ending, Implied future smut.

Word Count: 4,629

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A/N: Enjoy this final part! I hope you like it!

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“Fuck…” Dean groaned. His voice rough and hoarse.

Y/N and Dean were wanting to try something Dean was curious with. She managed to get her hands on a strap on dildo. Long enough to reach all of his pleasure spots with little effort.

Her thrusts were slow and calculated, giving him a slow burn.

“Look at you all fucked out and ready to pop.” She says lowly, fucking into him slow and steady.

“More babe, please.” Dean begged. He began to reach for his aching cock, red and hard, he was ready to pop. She swatted his hand away. He groaned moving his hand away back over his head.

“Now, now babe, no touchy, I want to see if we can get you coming without touching it.”

“God, I can’t…”

“Yes you can babe, I can tell you’re close.”

With a few thrusts, she leaned in close, kissing softly on his neck by his pulse point. Her hips thrusting in and out slowly.

His breathing began to pick up, her kisses marking him up.

His back arched, and his cock twitched spilling out on to his stomach as he came groaning her name. His eyes rolling in the back of his head.

She slowed her thrusts, stilling inside him until he calmed down. She then slowly pulled out, causing him to sigh out at the loss of feeling her inside him.

“You good babe?” she asked, lying beside him.

“So good.” He says, wrapping an arm around her.

“Think you’ll be up for our next thing we wanted to do?”

“Oh I’m sure babe, I’m gonna fuck you up so good you’ll feel it for weeks.” He growled. Rolling her on her back, kissing her neck.

“Unless you got more in you for one more round?”

“No more pegging for me, I just want this. You, me, cuddling.”

“I can live with that.”

After a very uneventful day the next day, the couple was even more horny than they were the night before.

They didn’t waste time in working each other up.

She grabbed the p-spot vibrator, lubing it up for him as he found a hard time taking his lips off of her neck and shoulder. Making her giggle.

“If this works like last night with me pegging you, you’ll be coming hard.” She hums.

“Then I’ll be filling you up so full, you’ll be having kids for days.”

“Not how it works but I am ovulating, and we’ve been trying lately.”

“You think it’ll work though?”

“Not sure, but it wouldn’t hurt to try.” She says. Turning to him holding up the vibrator.

“I trust you.” He says.

“Bed.” She says with a sexy smirk.

Dean walks over to the bed, bending over giving her access to his rear.

Teasing his hole with the tip of the vibrator, earning a moan out of him.

With as much lube as she put on it, it slipped in with little resistance. And she turned it on.

His hips buck at the sensation.

“Oh, fucking, fuck that…” he says, with a moan.

She places a loving kiss by his jawline, peppering kisses up to his lips.

She could see his fan fiction green eyes darken with lust when her eyes met his.

She began crawling up backwards on the bed, her head meeting the pillow.

His eyes hungry when she opened her legs up to him.

“Fuck me baby, fill me up so full people can see it for days.”

“Oh I’ll fill you up alright.” He growls.

He crawls up the bed, his hips line up with hers. He runs his tip between her folds, teasing her, her hips grind up against his cock.

And he begins to enter her slowly stretching her to his girth. The vibration changing up a pattern, causing his hips to buck into her unexpectedly.

A soft groan escaped his throat.

“Think you can last babe?” she says, cocking an eyebrow at him.

Silently, he looks up at her the hungry look still in his eyes. He pulls out almost all the way and thrusts back in, his hip slamming against hers.

But instead of jumping into a rough and fast rhythm, he gives her the same treatment she gave him the other night. Slow burn. Slow and steady thrusts.

“Oh, I hear you.” She groans.

“Think you can last sweetheart?” he asks with a smirk.

“Not fair.” She groans as her hips grind against his trying to find a rhythm.

He holds a firm grip against her hips, holding her still. Earning a hungry growl from her.

“Oh, my girl is so impatient, don’t worry. You’ll get what you want when it comes.” He says.

His hips begin to shudder as the vibration slowly messages his prostate, causing his breath to hitch in the back of his throat.

“You gonna come big boy?”

His climax his him like a ton of bricks, nearly collapsing on top of her.

“Yep.” He grunts. And begins a slow rhythm again once his climax calmed.

“You’re going to slow for me…” she says, pushing him down to his back. He landed with a grunt.

“Oh come on, I was having fun.”

“You’ll get more soon babe.”

She begins riding him at a fast enough pace she could keep up as best as she could. His hips met with her thrust, building her up in no time.

“De,” she pants, a burning  hot coil build in intensity in her abdomen.

“You got it babe,” he says, his hips slammed into her as the vibrations worked him up again.

Her walls slammed around him with no warning as her climax hit her hard. Her hips spasm out of control.

He kept a firm grip on her hips, helping her up and down his length. Giving him a few thrusts before he came hard, spilling thick ropes of come coating her walls. His hips stilled against her with his back arched, making his toes curl.

“Fuck!” he groans.

“Oh, that was hot babe.” She pants.

“You’re hot too babe.”

She giggles.

“Got more in you?”

“Oh yeah babe, I bet you’ll be coming dry by the time I’m done with you.”

He pulls her off of him, laying her down next to him. She grabs a pillow to lay on, making herself comfortable.

“Go rough babe, let loose.” She encouraged.

He slammed back into her without resistance and began a rough and fast pace.

Taking periods of slow thrusts and speeding up with reckless intent, her legs shake and quiver as he hits all of the right spots.

The vibrations picked up once again.

“Ah! Fuck,” He growled. Pounding into her faster, to meet up with the vibrations.

“Oh god, Dean, faster, faster.”

He manages to meet her demands, all while meeting his needs. Reaching his end as it slams him hard. Earning a yell out of Dean, as his hips shudder against her. Her walls clamping around him at the same moment, milking him of every last drop.

They laid like that for a solid moment as they calmed down, panting hard.

“You okay there Dean? Never heard you scream or yell during sex before.”

“So good.” He pants.

His hips begin to slowly grind against her.

“Dude, you got the stamina of a teenager.”

“Lets just see what my limit is huh? I don’t want this to end just yet.” He says.

“Then lets spoon a little bit babe, let you relax.”

His arms wrap around her, as he laid further down onto her, kissing her neck with his hips just grinding against her. The two humming contently.

With his grinding still going on, he began moaning and whining against her.

“Dean, don’t push yourself,” she pants.

“I’m gonna,” he grunts as his hips studder to a stop after just ten minutes of grinding, the vibrator still working on his prostate.

She could feel his cock twitch inside her, but not feeling anymore of his release.

His grip around her tightened as his climax continued.

His head was buried in the crook of her neck. She could hear a small whine escape his lips.

“I can’t…”

“Dean, pull out, I’ll get the vibrator out now.”

He slowly pulled out, his hips jerking as the vibrator continued its assault. She managed to crawl out from under him, reaching around him to pull out the vibrator, turning it off quickly.

Dean maneuvered over to lay on his back, panting hard. His face covered with sweat.

“Dean, you okay, really?”

“Okay, that was too much.” He chuckles.

She quickly got up, immediately feeling his release escape down her thigh.

She got to the freezer, grabbing a Ziplock bag from the pantry filling it with ice. Then grabbing a hand towel wrapping the ice bag in the towel and returning to Dean. Placing the ice pack on his member under the blanket.

He let out a relieved sigh.

She laid next to him, holding close to him giving him a loving kiss on his cheek.

“Sorry babe, I didn’t mean to push you.”

“You didn’t push me, I pushed me, and sure it hurts now but damn it felt good. I don’t think I’ve come that many times back to back like that.”

“Think you’ll use that thing again if we do this again?”

“Fuck yeah, but I’ll listen to my body next time and not push it.”

“Yeah, I’ll say.” She chuckles.

 Two months later…

She’d come out of the hospital bathroom with a groan.

That’s the third time this week she’s thrown up. She’s even thrown up a few times the week before but they all had a pattern.

“Whoa, kid you okay?” Bobby asks when he saw her return to the nurses station.

“Just, not feeling the best at the moment.” She says, not wanting to say for sure. Even if her training tells her she knows what’s wrong.

“Hey girl---friend, what is wrong with you today, you look awful?” Meg asks.

“Meg, can you get me Rowena, I need someone to perform a pregnancy test for me?”

“You think you might be…”

“Yes I might be, can you please…” she begged.

“Sure thing, just sit tight, I’ll be right back.”

 Moments later, after peeing in a cup, Rowena had come back with the results.

“Congrats, someone is expecting!”

“Seriously!” Meg and Y/N asked in excitement.

“You and Dean are wanting kids right?” Bobby asked.

“Yeah, I know we’re not married an all but, I’m in no hurry for a wedding. And I’m ready for kids. Dean’s been having kid fever lately.”

“Shouldn’t it be the girls that have the kid fever?” Meg asked.

“Oh, believe me, I hit kid fever. And it has not let up. I just wonder how Tremor will be for when I do have kids and bring them home?”

“Just got to keep them on a leash, but Bassets are really good with kids.” Rowena says.

An alarm in the nurses station goes off.

“What’s that?” Y/N asks.

“Well ever since that earthquake, we had another radio in the station, something from the USGS. It warns us if there’s been an earthquake. And it looks like a small one just outside of here. Nothing major.” Bobby explained.

“So, Bobby, your last day is tomorrow, what are you gonna do once you retire?” Meg asked.

“Just relax at home with the wife.”

“How is Ellen by the way?” Rowena asked.

“She’s doing good. She’s still working hard at the school. She loves being the principal there. Jo hates it as usual.”

“Yeah, I bet the bullying is rough on her as well.” Y/N says.

“Not really, there were these boys that were picking on her. So, Ellen put them all in detention. Jo for fighting, and the boys for bullying.”

“Nice.” Meg comments.

Moments later an ambulances siren cuts the staff out of their conversation and back to work.

The victims on the stretchers had some serious injuries but their equipment stuck out.

“Wait, where are they from?”

“They were out hiking, a small quake hit.” Said the EMT.

“We were exploring this cool cave, used to be an old gold mine. Then it started to cave in on us.” One of the hikers said in the stretcher.

“Were there more people?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, we had a whole party going through.” The victim said.

“Another squad responded shortly after that small quake, and they went in to rescue some.” Said another EMT.

Her heart dropped at the information.

“What squad?” she dared to ask.

“Squad 51.”

The color drained from her face.

 “Dean, we’re trapped.” Cas says, holding the bleeding on one of the hikers.

“I see that Cas, but this used to be an old Mine, there has to be another entrance or exit somewhere.”

“There’s an couple of exits according to this old map of the mine.” A hiker said, pointing at a map at an intersection in the mine.

Dean went to investigate.

“Closest one is not far from here. I’ll scout ahead to see if it’s safe. If it’s not, we’ll try our hand with these two.” Dean explains.

He goes down one of the paths, turning to the left walking right into a wall of rocks.

“Well, that answers that.” He mutters.

Shit. We’re really trapped down here. He thought.

He heads back to the others.

“Caved in?” Cas asked.

“Caved in.”

“Dean, he’s gonna bleed out if we don’t get him help.”

“You don’t think I know that!”

“Guys!” one of the hikers broke them up.

They heard drilling on the other side.

“They’re gonna try to get us out this way?” the other hiker asked.

The room only had three hikers, one bleeding out, Cas was doing his best to slow the bleeding. The other two hikers were just dirty with a few cuts that Dean managed to clean up and bandage them.

There was a light rumble, some rocks falling from the cave ceiling.

“Oh fuck, this won’t work.” Dean says.

“Why not?” one hiker asked.

“Well, assuming the exits are closed up, whether their caved in or doors of some kind that are shut. And this being the only entrance is sealed shut. Pressure builds up inside of here. They release all that pressure…”

“Explosion?”

Dean nods.

“Either that or this whole mine will collapse. Which ever happens first.”

“Do they know that?”

“I don’t think so.”

 Y/N managed to convince Bobby that she could be of assistance at the mine the hikers were trapped in.

She parked her car near the engine, John couldn’t help but roll her eyes but deep down knew she was just as worried as he was.

“Any word yet on Dean?”

“Nothing yet.”

“John.”

“What?”

“I’m pregnant.”

He gasped. “You’re, how far along?”

“I don’t know, a few months.”

A soft smile spread across his face.

“I’m gonna be a granddad.” He says.

She smiled, tearing up.

“Lets get Dean home.”

“We’re working on it.”

“Wait, are they drilling them out?”

“Yeah, why?”

“John, have you heard of the movie Daylight?”

“Yeah…”

“Think of this as that situation.”

He thought for a moment.

“Oxygen in still a gas, so’s carbon dioxide. A build up of that, and a sudden release…”

“Stop drilling right now!” John ordered.

“What do you mean Winchester?”

“You can cause a whole collapse of the mine, you’re gonna release all the pressure building up in there.”

“What pressure?”

Y/N pressed past John.

“O2 and C02 is still a gas. You’ll be releasing all that gas build up assuming all entrances and exits are sealed shut.”

“Stop drilling!” the captain of the man operating the drill ordered.

The drill pulling away from the rock wall and shutting off.

“Do you have a map of the mine?” Y/N asked.

“One here, why?”

“They’re going to have to find their way out. Hopefully none of the other exits are caved in.”

“John, do you have a radio?”

“Y/N the further in the mine they go…”

“I know John but as long as their on this level I can reach him.”

 “Dean, if your suggesting us moving, how can I move all while keeping pressure on the injury?” Cas asked.

Dean shrugged giving the injury a look to see what Cas could do.

“Dean?” He heard a familiar voice on the radio.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“Helping.” He could hear her smug smile. He couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Babe, do you have a plan?” Y/N asked.

“I want us to see about the other exits but we have a victim bleeding, an artery has been severed.”

“Where at?”

“Right side of his abdomen.”

“Do you have anything to sanitize your hands?”

“Yeah, what do you have in mind?”

“Someone has to clench the artery shut as best as they can, and it is not gonna be pretty.”

“Wait, is she suggesting I stick my hand in the wound?” Cas asked.

“I think so.” Dean says.

“I’ll do it, he’s my brother.” A hiker said.

“Okay, here, use this sanitizer.” Dean says, handing it to him.

“Wash really well.” He adds.

“Dean.”

“We’re working on it.”

“Okay.” The hiker says.

“Okay we’re ready.” Dean says.

“Okay, now, it’s gonna cause him or her a lot of pain, give him or her something to bite on.”

Dean hands him a leather strap. Cas helping him put it in his mouth.

“Think like your pinching a hole shut, find the hole and pinch lightly. Don’t pinch to hard, we just want to stop him from bleeding out.” She instructed.

The hiker did as he was asked.

“What’s your name?” Dean asked him.

“Ben.”

“And your brother?”

“Kaden.”

“Okay, Kaden, you’re gonna be alright. Ben’s just gonna plug the hole.”

Kaden, though wincing and writhing in pain as his brother slowly pushed his fingers into his side, nodded. He let out a strangled yell as his brother continued.

“I think…”

“Trust me it’ll feel different, it’s not like other veins, it’s harder.” Y/N explained.

“Found it!” he says.

“Okay, we got it.” Dean says.

“Okay, you or Cas who ever has him, and do you have someone else in there with you?” Y/N asked.

“There’s two other hikers, they’re fine. The victim and the one hiker are blood relatives. A hiker has his hand in his brother’s side.” Dean communicates to her.

“Okay, then you or the other hiker need to help Cas carry him.”

“She’s a keeper Dean.” Cas comments.

Dean smirks. His girl just loves showing off her skills.

“Okay, what exits are good, do you know yet?”

“There’s one to my left that’s caved in.”

 “Okay, its most like that one.” Y/N says pointing to it on the blueprinted map.

“The one that goes straight ahead goes down, up and around in the mine. The exit looks like Shallow Lake.” Said one of the captains.

“Okay, what about that one?”

“Looks like that path…goes down a ways but splits off into two different parts of the mine. One that caused it to shut down, that vein of the mine is too unstable. And the other path…they look like they never finished. Must have stopped shortly after it shut down.”

“Okay,” she goes. “Dean, go straight and tell me if it’s caved in or not.”

“Okay, going straight ahead.”

 They begin walking down the path, seeing it continuing for a while.

“Looks clear.” Dean begins.

A strangled noise could be heard.

“He’s seizing!” Cas warns.

“He must be going into shock, get his legs up, lets lay him down.” Dean orders.

“Kaden, hang on bro please, hang on!” his brother pleaded.

“He’s turning blue, starting CPR.” Dean says. “Keep your hand in there.”

He grabs his radio.

“Y/N, victim seized due to shock, and is not breathing, starting CPR.”

Dean began doing chest compressions.

 “Why would he be seizing now? Unless he’s lost a lot of blood earlier on?” Y/N wondered.

“Dean, be sure to still apply pressure to the wound.”

“Dean says he knows, and has Cas doing it.” she heard a voice on the radio say. Didn’t belong to Dean or Cas.

 “Shit, Dean, the cut went through, I’m just now seeing it.” Cas says, seeing a cut that was on his back.

“Fuck, that’s why he’s in shock so quickly, lets patch that up, keep pressure.” Dean says as he continues chest compressions before moving on to mouth to mouth.

Cas began working on the wound as best as he could.

“My hand is cramping really bad.”

“I know it is kid, just got to hang in there. It will be the only thing keeping him alive.” Dean says, going back to chest compressions.

Dean checks for breathing after completing a number of chest compressions and mouth to mouth.

“He’s breathing.” Dean sighs. Everyone taking a sigh of relieve.

“Okay, got the wound closed up.”

“Keep pressure, lets keep moving.” Dean says.

“Here you go.” Said the hiker.”

“Thanks kid, what’s your name.”

“Jesse.”

“Thanks Jesse.” Dean says.

“Y/N, we got him back.”

 Everyone at the truck surrounding the map sighed with relief.

“That’s my man.” She sighs.

“Way to go Dean, keep going what do you see?”

“A path leading down, and I see a drop off.”

“Okay, find where their at, a drop off, what?” Y/N says.

“Here, pockets of water, it’s normal. Just tell him to be careful, we want them to avoid hypothermia.”

“Dean, just be careful, could be a pocket of water.”

“10-4”

 They continued down, seeing the drop off. Jesse taking the plunge.

“It’s about a 3 foot drop, it’s not bad.” He says.

Dean jumps down next.

“Okay, hang on, we can’t risk losing Kaden again. Cas, you and Ben sit up there with Kaden, Jesse and I will continue up.”

“Gotchya, be careful Dean.”

“I will.” He says. “Come on Jesse let’s go.”

He grabs his radio to check.

“Y/N, do you copy?”

Nothing but static. He could hear Y/N trying to come through the noise but not very audible.

“Shit, I guess we’re too far down…hang on.” Dean says, running back. Climbing back up.

“What are you doing?” Cas asks.

“Y/N do you copy?”

“I do now, Dean, what’s your plan now?”

“Radio silence, Cas is staying back with the victim. Me and the other hiker are continuing forward.”

“Okay, what’s the status of the victim before you leave.”

Cas grabs the radio.

“He’s stable now, we had found another deep cut, possibly an exit wound like he was impaled by something.”

“Okay, keep pressure and keep his legs up. Do what you can okay?”

“10-4 Y/N.”

“Is she a nurse or something?” Ben asks.

“Yeah, an RN at Rampart Emergency.”

“Cool.”

Dean takes the radio.

“Babe, I’ll see you on the other side.”

“Okay, and babe, to add further drive, I’m pregnant.”

Dean almost drops the radio.

“Wh-what, Really?”

“Yes, really, your gonna be a dad. Now please be sure you make it out of there in one piece.”

“I promise babe, I’ll be okay. I love you.”

“Love you too, now lets get these hikers out of there.”

“10-4, out.”

“Out.”

 Y/N sat there, waiting anxiously. It didn’t take long for her to begin pacing.

“Y/N, please, settle down, he’s gonna be okay.”

“It’s been too long John; he has to be out about now.”

“Where’d you say that exit leads too?” Gabe asks. not taking it anymore.

“Down by Shallow Lake why?”

“There’s not an exit there, but an old shut down entrance. Could it be by another lake that’s farther out?”

“I’m sure it says Shallow lake.”

“I’m gonna scout up there, Michael, come with me.” Gabe says.

“Stay safe, take a walkie.” John ordered, tossing them one. Gabe catching it gracefully. Gabe and Michael jogging over the mountain path to the lake to see if they can find their friend.

Y/N stood by her car, her toe tapping against the damp forest ground.

Come on Dean. She prayed.

“Y/N.” She heard on the radio.

Dean’s voice causing her to jump, she nearly dropped the radio.

“Dean, where are you?”

“Look behind you.”

She turned around seeing Dean with a boy in his late teens walking beside him.

“Gabe, Michael come back, he’s here.” Y/N communicated on the radio.

“Damn that was fast.” Gabe says. Y/N rolling her eyes, but blinking the tears away. She starts her way to Dean.

Despite him being dirty, and looking fine, no cuts of any kind anywhere, she jumped up into his arms. Crying against him, hiding her face in the crook of his neck.

“Shh, I’m here baby, I’m here.”

“I’m so happy you’re okay.” She cries.

He plants a kiss on her cheek, as he continues to console her.

“Shh, I’m okay, everything’s okay.”

She says nothing further, but holds him close as the other firefighters and EMT’s follow his path to head in the mines and rescue Kaden and Ben.

 Four months later…

Y/N got off from her shift at the hospital to find Dean at home working on the Impala.

“Dean? What are you doing home?”

“Oh, you didn’t hear I transferred.”

“You…You don’t work at Station 51 anymore?”

“Nope, see you being pregnant had me thinking. I want this kid to grow up with a dad. I don’t him or her worrying if daddy’s coming home, or is daddy safe, whatever it may be.”

She had a big grin on her face when he assumed the baby’s gender.

“So, I transferred, to Rampart hospital. I’m gonna be one of your EMT’s.”

“Oh my god, that’s awesome honey!”

“Yeah, you get to see me as much as you want, and I don’t have to run into fires all the time.”

She laughs. “That’s awesome honey, I’m so happy for you.”

“I knew you would.”

“Also honey, it’s both.”

“What?”

“You said, him or her, it’s actually both.”

“Both…what do you mean both?”

Her grin growing wider.

“Wait, you had your appointment today didn’t you?”

She gave him a nod.

“Are, are you saying…we’re having twins?”

“That is exactly what I’m saying. A boy. And a girl. Twins.”

He mimicked the same grin as he picked her up in his arms.

“I knew it would work.”

“Dean, I have six sets of twins in my family.”

“Or Genetics was on my side.” He adds.

Y/N cackling in laughter.

“I also have something for you, it’s in our room, so if you could just follow me.” He says, taking off into the house ahead of her.

“Dean, your pregnant girlfriend can only move so fast!”

She tries to hurry to follow him only to find him in their room on one knee.

Her heart beating hard against her chest.

“I want to spend forever with you, grow the most amazing and beautiful family with you as their mother and as my wife. Y/N Y/L/N, I love you so much, and I see us growing old together. Y/N will you marry me?”

“Dean Winchester, that has got to be the best proposal I have ever heard in my life!” she says, holding back tears.

She walks up to him, holding her hand out. “Yes, I will marry you.”

He slips on the ring on her finger, getting up to meet her with a loving kiss.

“I can’t wait for those kids to come; I want to have so many kids with you.”

“Okay, slow down Winchester, we’re having two as are first set of kids.”

“I know, but I wonder how many more twins I can knock you up with.” He says kissing her neck.

“You goofy, horny man!” she giggles.

“I’m your goofy horny man.” He says, nipping at her ear.

“That you are.” She says. Meeting his lips in a loving kiss.

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Not my first choice• Jack Avery

*disclaimer: this is my first imagine on this app, but I have written on others. This is also my first WDW imagine. Also it’s kinda short but maybe I’ll do a part 2?

*Warnings? Mention of abuse, cursing

Summary: after a hard breakup you go to visit your twin brother Zach. However his best friend, Jack and you hate each other. After a night of talking maybe he isn’t so bad after all.

3rd person POV

“Hey, my sisters coming to stay next week! She’s in a rough spot and my mom says it’ll do her good to get out of the house.” Zach told the boys while closing the door to the fridge.

“If she needs to, she can take my bed, I’m going to Christina’s for the weekend.” Corbyn answered. Zach nodded in response, meanwhile Jack stared at Zach with his arms crossed. Zach frowned at his best friend, “dude, I know know you don’t like her but bare with me, it’s just for a week.”

Jack didn’t answer, just continued to stare at him, Zach mimicked his behavior. After a solid two minutes Jack finally spoke, “Fine, but I’m not being nice to her.”

Nobody really understood why Jack and Zachs twin sister Y/N hated each other, they just did. All the boys really liked her, she was nice and caring, but she knew how to have fun.

“What’s going on?” Jonah asked walking into the kitchen to grab some coffee alongside Daniel who grabbed a plate full of eggs.

“Zachs sister is coming to stay next week.” Corbyn beamed. Jonah smiled warmly, “no boyfriend this time right?” He joked. Y/N’s boyfriend, Josh, was hated throughout the Why Don’t We house. He was controlling and manipulative, Y/N knew this too, but around him she was like a glass doll, venerable with every touch.

Zach looked at the ground for a second then looked back up, “actually, they broke up.” After hearing the words come out of Zachs mouth Corbyn nearly choked on his food, “she finally did it?!” He exclaimed. Zach looked back at the floor, “he left her...for her best friend.” He answered quietly. “Oh.” Was all Corbyn managed to say. Zach twittled his fingers, “yeah, mom says she barely comes out of her room. I just wish I was there, you know?”

Zach felt guilty for not being there for his sister more, and it was obvious. “Hey man, don’t beat yourself up, you’re gonna be there now, that’s all that matters.” Jonah said from beside him, zach half smiled and shrugged.

———

Y/N’s POV

My hand stopped before I knocked on the door. Moments later I was met with an all too familiar face.

Jack.

“Jack.” I frowned. Jack returned the frown, “Y/N.” Moving past him I rolled my suitcase into an empty house. I spun my head around, “Zachs not here is he?” I said. Jack shook his head, “nope, him and Daniel went shopping and Jonah went to grab coffee.” Jack explained as I walked into the kitchen. I grabbed a cookie from the bowl in front of me and rolled my eyes, “Typical.” I scoffed. I popped the cookie in my mouth as I grabbed my suitcase and headed up stairs towards Zach, Jonah, and Corbyns room.

After a few moments of laying on Zachs bed playing on my phone the door opened. The sounds of footsteps rushing up the stairs could be heard. The door swung open and I was engulfed in a hug from my brother. “I missed you, a lot.” He said. I smiled and hugged back, the only feeling I could feel was happiness. “I missed you too.” I replied on the brink of crying. He let go of me, seeing the tears that had now formed he brushed them away with his thumbs. I giggled and pulled him into another hug. We stayed hugging for a minute, it felt as if there was no such thing as anger or sadness, only happiness.

After hugging Zach explained how Corbyn was staying at Christina’s so I could sleep in his bed till then.

“Here, I brought this from home.” I said handing him a picture of us when we were younger. Our faces were smooshed together while we smiled goofy. He laughed, “I think this will forever be my favorite picture of us.” I giggled, “because we actually look like we love each other?” He nodded, “exactly why.”

“I should probably say hi to the rest of the boys, shouldnt I” I said.

“Yeah, probably, they missed you.” He responded, while following me downstairs.

“Y/N!” Daniel yelled, I was then engulfed in another hug, except this one by Daniel and Jonah. “Hi!” I hugged back. They let go after a few moments, the first face I saw after the hug was jacks. I looked at him, then at my brother, “We’ve already said our greetings.” I stated. Zach crossed his arms, “I don’t care, I’m making you two greet each other again.”

“Jack.” I grumbled, “Y/N.” He grumbled back. Zach scoffed from the side, “Can you two at least act like you like each other?” I sighed and turned back to face jack with a smile as fake as plastic, “Hi jack! I missed you so much!” I exclaimed. Jack returned my fake smile and said, “Hi Y/N! I missed you too!” He threw his arms around me and I returned the hug while we both death stared my brother.

“Alright! Alright! I get it!” He yelled. I let go of Jack, “Thank god!” Jack and I sighed Simultaneously.

———

A few hours later we were laying in the living room watching Annabelle, Jack and I on the couch and Zach and Daniel on the floor inside the blanket fort they made. Jonah had decided to not partake in scary movie watching, he hated scary movies more than Jack and I hated each other...which was saying something.

We were around the middle of the movie when Zach and Daniel fell asleep, leaving jack and I the only ones awake. We kept on the movie so we wouldnt have to talk to each other though.

The loudness of the door slamming on the TV made me jump and cuddle my blanket more. Jack smiled from the other side of the couch. I gave him a glare, “it’s not funny, I’ve see you jump but I didn’t laugh.” Jack laughed a little, “I know but, I- never mind.” I crossed my arms and smirked, “that’s what I thought.” Jack shook his head and rolled his eyes before focusing back on the movie.

My phone dinged causing my attention to go to my phone, my Ex best friend posted a new Instagram picture. Her notifications had been on when we were friends and I forgotten they were on. It was a picture of her and Josh, my Ex boyfriend. He left me for her, and there wasn’t anything I could do except stay mad and shut people out, including my own family.

My whole mood changed and anger and sadness fueled within me. I slammed my phone on the couch and went to the bathroom, locking the door. My fingers ran through my hair and tears formed in my eyes, but I couldn’t let any of the boys see me broken.

A knock at the door brought me from my thoughts. “Hey, Y/N, are you alright?” Jack asked softly. It wasn’t like him to ask if I was alright. I quickly rubbed the tears from my eyes and opened the door, “yeah, just peachy.” I smiled. It was fake and I could tell he could see right through me, I had always been a bad lier. Jack sighed, “I know we hate each other, but I don’t like seeing you sad, you are my best friends sister. You don’t have to talk to me about anything, we don’t have to be best friends but I should still ask and check up on you.” He smiled softly. I nodded, “You’re right, I am sad, I’m not alright, and I really don’t want to talk to anyone about it.” I responded, he half smiled while nodding, “but,” I continued, “I need to talk to someone about it, I don’t want to, but I need to. You’re not my first choice...but you are the only one awake.”

I stayed awake talking to Jack about the whole situation for an hour or two, he didn’t say anything, didn’t argue or interrupt, he just listened which was exactly what I needed. By the end of explaining I was tired and decided to head up to bed. As I walked up the stairs I heard jack from behind me, “Hey,” he said, “I’m sorry about what happened, it sucks, really. Plus, Josh was an ass, we all thought so.” I smiled at him and let out a small laugh.

“Thanks Jack.” I replied, then proceeded upstairs to bed.

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Loving Her: Alex Morgan - Chapter 4

A Date to Remember

Alex’s POV:

I watched in amusement as (Y/N) continued looking at her phone. Everyone was trying not to laugh as her eyes continued widening while staring.

“You got to be kidding me?” she groaned as she continued scrolling on her phone. “You couldn’t have given me a warning?”

“Why is she flipping shit?” Kelley asked as she walked into the room, we were all in. We had the day off tomorrow, so it was mainly trying to figure out what we were going to do. We got sidetracked by me showing (Y/N) my pictures from my photoshoot that I did not long ago.

“Alex’s sports illustrated just came out and I don’t think she was ready.” Pinoe said motioning to where (Y/N) was taking deep breaths. “Are you good yet?”

“I’m fine.” She said turning towards me. “You’re just so fucking beautiful. Like, holy shit”

I grinned at her as she leaned forward kissing me. I reciprocated immediately as she leaned her forehead against mine. I guess you could say we are still in the honeymoon phase of the relationship, but it also feels like nothing has changed. We are still as affectionate and spend as much time as we were before we got together, but now we do more stuff together. Like kiss…a lot. I think it might be my new favorite thing to do.

“Okay hey guys…” Allie said pulling the back of my shirt as I turned towards her. “We are still here.”

“I know” (Y/N) said giving me another kiss as I smiled at the girl. “You clearly haven’t seen these pictures. I am literally the luckiest person on the planet. Like, no competition I got the most beautiful girl on the planet.”

“Gosh I am so happy you guys are together. It was nightmare trying to navigate you two before.” Ash said as I shook my head at her. “No do not shake your head…you have no idea what it was like having to listen to both of you pine over each other.”

“Well, then it’s a good thing that we are together now.” (Y/N) said throwing her arm around me as I turned and kissed her cheek.

Everyone fell into their own conversations as I turned to lean against (Y/N). I intertwined our fingers and smiled at how nice it felt to finally get to be like this with her. I don’t think I realized exactly how strongly I felt about her until we were actually together. I don’t know how I managed to get through life before because it seems almost impossible to be away from her now.

“I love you” I mumbled closing my eyes slightly.

“I love you too beautiful” she said kissing my forehead.

“Okay real talk…any ideas for how to spend the day tomorrow?” Allie asked looking around the room. (Y/N) and I both shrugged our shoulders as everyone started throwing ideas out there.

“Why do we have to do something as a group?” (Y/N) asked with a look of confusion on her face. “I mean…we are literally going to be spending the next month together…”

“Do you not want to hang out?” Kelley asked giving her a look of offense.

“I just had other ideas of how I wanted to spend my day.” She said shrugging her shoulders.

“Like what?”

“Like…taking my girlfriend on a date.” She said as I sat up and looked at her. She gave me a small smile. “I mean…I know I said I was skipping the asking you out, but I would like to actually take you on a date.”

“I would love to.” I said turning towards everyone else in the room that was smiling at us. “Count us out of whatever you guys are doing tomorrow.”

“I just know that I am going to grow to hate you two.” Allie said as she turned to Kelley talk about what they were going to do the next day. I smiled as (Y/N) stood up and reached for my hand. She pulled me up as we said our goodnights to everyone and headed back to our room. We quickly got ready for bed and I pouted when (Y/N) got into her own bed. She rolled her eyes opening her arms as I made my way into her bed and cuddled up to her.

“Keep this up and you’ll never be able to detach.” She said with an amused grin. I looked up at her and kissed her. I gripped her jaw keeping her in place as I deepened the kiss. Her hands went to my waist and I couldn’t help but push myself up so that I was in her lap. She pulled away and immediately started placing kisses on my neck. The action got a moan from me which caused her to smile slightly. I knew if we kept this up it would get way too heated so, I pushed my hand against her chest as I pulled away.

“We need to do that more often.” She said trying to catch her breath. I smiled and nodded my head at her statement. I moved so that I could lay my head down on her shoulder.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” She said kissing my forehead and moving to shut the light off.

(Y/N) POV Switch

I woke up with Alex firmly in my arms. The last few days have been extremely blissful since we got together. I couldn’t be happier. Like, I knew being in a relationship with her was going to be amazing, but this has been like a dream come true. I keep waiting for the moment where someone says that it was all one big joke and that she doesn’t actually feel the same. I know it’s not going to happen, but I still get worried that she is going to change her mind about me.

“You’re thinking too loud.” Alex mumbled turning her head to look at me. I smiled at her and ran my fingers down her arm that was wrapped around my waist. “Want to talk about it?”

“I’m good. Just thinking about you.” I said earning a smile from the forward. She kissed my jaw and tightened her grip on me.

“Too sweet.”

“We should get up.” I said causing her to groan in response. “We have a date to go on.”

That caused her to sit up slightly which gave me my chance to stand up and get out of bed. I smiled at her when she pouted at me. I went to the bathroom to start getting ready for the day. When I came out, the forward was on a facetime call. I immediately recognized the voice of her mother.

“Yeah. I am excited to see you guys too.” Alex said smiling at the phone. She glanced up at me and grinned when I blew her a kiss.

“Who’s there? Is that (Y/N)? Let me talk to her.” Her mother said as I moved to take the phone from the forward before she could react.

“Hi Pam” I grinned at my girlfriends’ mother. Alex gave me a look as I sat down on the bed. “How are you?”

“I am well. How are you (Y/N)?”

“I’m good. Just enjoying life. Hey, how did those gardening classes go?” I asked remembering the last time I had talked to the woman she had mentioned taking gardening classes.

“Oh my gosh! They were amazing. I’m going to have share some tips with you. I know you talked about wanting to do a garden with strawberries. Apparently, it’s all about the kind of soil you use.” I nodded my head as we continued talking for a few minutes. The look on Alex’s face was priceless as she listened to me talk to her mother.

“Yeah we will have to check out that farmers market the next time we have free time.” I said nodding my head at her. “I got to get ready, but here’s Alex.”

I handed the phone back to Alex who was giving me an odd look. She talked to her mom for a few minutes before hanging up. She looked at me as I laughed at her expression.

“Since when are you buddy-buddy with my mom?” she asked as I shrugged my shoulders.

“Alex, I’ve been in love with you for two years. Any chance I had to talk to your mom and get her love me so that if we ever did date, I’d be solid with your family I took.” She had a look of disbelief on her face as I grinned at her. “Come on” I said clapping my hands together. “We got to go soon. I have a day of things I’d like to do you with you.”

She stood and headed towards the bathroom as I changed into my clothes for the day. I had on jeans and a simple white t-shirt and my sunglasses that Christen claims make me look hungover. When Alex came out of the bathroom to get dressed, I fixed my hair and came out to see Alex fixing her hair in the mirror. She was wearing a white crop-top with some striped pants. I grinned at her as she put her purse over her shoulder.

I offered her my hand as we walked out of the room and down to the lobby. As we were heading towards the lobby exit, I heard someone call out Alex’s name. I turned and saw Kelley and Allie walking towards us.

“Hey, we are going to join you guys actually.” Kelley said as I frowned.

“No.” I said getting frowns from the other two girls as Alex looked at me and then to them. “I am taking her on a date.”

“I know, but everyone else is busy.” Allie said as her frown deepened.

“That falls under not my problem.” I said as Kelley gave me a look and Alex crossed her arms at both girls.

“Come on! You won’t even know we are there.”

“Why can’t you go with anyone else? Or by yourselves?”

“Everyone else is off doing their own thing. We didn’t want to join them. Come on let us go with you guys.”

“What part of I am taking her on a date do you not get?”

“You need us with you anyway.” Allie said giving me a look.

“How do you figure that?” I asked crossing my arms at the midfielder.

“Because if everyone just sees you guys together, they will know immediately that you are dating. If we are there, then it just looks like friends hanging out.”

I gave her a look of disbelief as Alex sighed. She looked between Kelley and Allie who both gave her hopeful looks. I could tell immediately that they were appealing to her because they knew she would say yes. I could already feel my jaw clench when Alex turned towards me.

“They’re not wrong.” She said with a small frown

“Unbelievable.” I mumbled as I closed my eyes trying to fight back the irritation. “Fine. Let’s go.”

The car ride to the store that I had planned on taking Alex too was silent from the both of us. Allie and Kelley were in the back talking to each other about something I really didn’t care about. I was trying not to be irritated with them because I get wanting to hangout with each other, but today was also important because it was Alex and I’s first date. I don’t think I am upset with anyone in particular just the situation.

“We’re here.” I said as we got out. I quickly paid for the three-hour parking spot as we headed in the direction of the store. We walked in and I groaned as Kelley and Allie immediately dragged Alex to one part of the store that they liked. I stood there for a moment feeling the irritation crawl back up. After a few minutes, Allie and Kelley went to try some of the stuff on. Alex immediately grabbed my hand dragging me into one of the dressing rooms.

“I am sorry.” She said as I shook my head. “I wasn’t expecting them to not find something else to do.”

“It’s fine.” I mumbled rubbing my temples. She took my face into her hands as I clenched my jaw.

“You say that, but I can see the anger all over your face.” She said as I closed my eyes.

“Yeah I am irritated. This is literally supposed to be our first date. I wanted to spend today with you and only you. Don’t get me wrong I love Allie and Kelley, but it was supposed to be our day.”

“What can I do to make this better?” she asked as I sighed and shook my head.

“I’m not mad at you.”

“Again, you say that…”

“Alex” I said as she frowned at me. “Can we please talk about this later?”

“No, I don’t want to leave this unresolved.”

“Okay, but they are going to come look-” I was interrupted my banging on the door. Alex opened the door and we saw Kelley giving us a sheepish smile. I turned to Alex who gave me another frown.

“Hey, I am really sorry about crashing your guys date. If you want, I can try to drag Allie to some other stores so you guys can have some alone time…I should be able to keep her occupied for a little while”

“I would love that” Alex said getting a thumbs up from Kelley. “I owe you one.”

“No, you don’t” she yelled back as I watched her approach Allie and then drag her out of the store.

Alex turned back to me with a smile. I raised my eyebrow at her as her smiled widened.

“See!” she said hugging me. “It worked out!”

“This just means we will have to meet up with them later.”

“At least we have some alone time now though.” She gave me a small kiss as I leaned my forehead against hers. “I am really sorry”

“It’s not your fault.” I mumbled as she kissed me on the lips.

“I’m still sorry.” She said as I dropped my head to her shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her waist holding her close. “Was this our first fight as a couple?” I pulled back and gave her a confused look as I thought about it.

“Oh my god…I think it was.” I said as she grinned at me. “Jesus…”

“We handled that like champs.” She said as I shook my head at her. I moved to pull her out of the dressing room and tried to look elsewhere as we got weird looks from people. She tried to hide her smile as she then dragged me out of the store. “Where to next?”

We continued all the things that I had planned for us to do. We went into to a couple more stores before we eventually found our way to a restaurant. Kelley had texted Alex letting her now that Allie was now actively looking for us. I rolled my eyes at that.

“What is her issue? Has she always been like this and I just didn’t notice?” I asked as we sat down waiting for the two other girls to show up.

“She has always been like this.” Alex said with an amused look as I grimaced. We ordered our food and the food for the girls and sat there talking when they finally showed. Kelley sat down first as Allie proceeded to tell a story about a prank they played on some guy on the street. Our food arrived shortly after and we all started eating.

“Well done” Allie said to me as I furrowed my brows at her.

“What?”

“You found a place that is vegan friendly” she said smiling at me as I nodded my head.

“Yeah, I made sure it was vegan friendly when I checked yesterday when I was planning our date.”

“So sweet.” Alex said giving me a wink as I smiled at her.

“Yeah and there’s an ice cream place not too far that is also vegan friendly…if you want to check it out.”

Alex nodded her head as Kelley started talking about what the next few weeks looked like for our schedules.

“Once we are done with the send-off games, we will go to New York for that big media day thing and then to London and then to France after that.” I said remembering when Becky had told me about the schedule.

“These next few weeks are going to be hell” Kelley mumbled as Alex and me both nodded. Once we were done eating, we walked around for a little bit before going to that ice cream place. We got some ice cream and then walked around a bit more before leaving and heading back to the hotel.

Once we departed from Kelley and Allie, we laid down in my bed. I had my head resting on her leg as she ran her fingers through my hair.

“I had a fun time today.” She said scratching my scalp lightly. “I know it didn’t go as planned, but it was a lot of fun getting to spend time with you.”

“Yeah I had a good time too.” I said rolling so I could look at her face. She gave me a small smile.

“A successful first date.”

“And may there be many more…” I joked getting a laugh from her.

“We are okay right?”

“Yeah, I promise I am fine. I was just mad at the time. I didn’t mean to upset you.” I apologized feeling bad that she thought I was mad at her.

“No, I just felt bad because I know you planned the whole day for us.” She said as I shrugged my shoulders.

“I just wanted a day with you and I technically got that.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Come on…let’s get into pajamas and watch Netflix or something.” She said as I stood and moved to change into pajamas. Once we were back to laying down, we cuddled into each other and turned on a movie to watch. I was enjoying the relaxing time with her because I knew the next few weeks were going to be extremely hectic and the amount of alone time we are going to get is probably going to dwindle. I guess we will just have to wait and see what the future holds for us.

To Be Continued…

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[derryhawkins]

what did you say?

summary: there are five times richie says those three little words to the love of his life, but it takes six for eddie to actually hear him and say it back. warnings: none?? i think word count: 7.4k a/n: this is set within canon so get ready for a tad bit of pain & angst. i’d put a spoiler warning for it ch2 but i haven’t seen it yet & idk how the final battle actually goes down so,, yeah. also this is the longest thing i’ve written under nine hours & sorry for any typos! x

i.

It wasn’t necessarily out of the blue for anyone in the Losers Club to say three special words to one another. They were a group of best friends who fought a demonic entity together – they almost died. After the oath, and once things settled back normal other than a few nightmares they had once in a while, the group of seven told each other ‘I love you’ more often than not, probably everyday if one were to count how often.

And of course Richie said it to Eddie – if anything, he said it to the smaller boy the most. It had started out as the Tozier boy joking around long before they fought a clown in the sewers, but, eventually as time went on, that changed. Richie wanted to say he didn’t know when it changed, because he knew the exact moment it did: with Bill, Beverly, Eddie and himself in that godforsaken house, the clown coming towards them, Eddie’s arm broken, everyone yelling but Richie shouting the loudest to get Eddie to look at him. Because – fuck. Fuck, Richie couldn’t lose Eds. His Eds. A boy he’s had a crush on for what seems like forever now. It had been in that terrifying moment that Richie realized with an equally terrifying realization that he loved Eddie fucking Kaspbrak. And, with time, he started saying those words to him less after everything ended. Not drastically so – he didn’t want to make it obvious.

But those three little words, the meaning of them more like, had shifted into something more, and saying them not in that way felt wrong.

It was some day random Saturday afternoon. The seven of them were lounging at the quarry, soaking up the warm sun the best they could with autumn just around the corner. Mike was with Bill in the water, and Beverly was nearby on a rock smoking a cigarette, Ben not too far away as he tried to get a radio to work so they weren’t in complete silence. Stan attempted to help, but between getting frustrated that they couldn’t get it to work and Bev’s cig smoke, he soon ventured into the water with Bill and Mike. Richie and Eddie were sitting on a towel together, both in swim trunks and the heat of the sun was making their shoulders turn the slightest bit pink, but as they ate some snacks Stan and Bev brought along, neither particularly cared just yet.

“Hey!” Richie exclaimed suddenly and turned to Eddie. “Lets stuff our faces and say something and see if the other can guess what we’re saying!”

Eddie made a face of pure disgust. “Ew, why would- that- how did you come up with that?! That sounds so fucking disgusting, Rich, oh my god, I don’t wanna see half eaten food in your germy mouth!”

“How can it be germy if your mom kisses it?”

“Richie, I swear!”

Richie busted out laughing. “C’mon, Eds!” He pleaded and stuck out his bottom lip, leaning towards the boy. “Please?”

“Get your face away from me!” Eddie grunted and put his hand on the side of Richie’s face, pushing him away, and Richie grinned some more, hoping the pink on his cheeks would come off as a sunburn or something. “Your stupid puppy eyes don’t work on me, fucker, not anymore!”

“You’re so lame.”

“I’m lame?!”

They went back and forth as they ate a couple more snacks. Occasionally, Stan shouted at them to shut up, and Bev once in a while egged Richie on, earning a death glare from Eddie as Richie, Ben, and Beverly laughed. Finally, Ben got the radio to work and turned it up load enough for everyone to hear. It wasn’t long after that when Mike came over and forcibly dragged the two outs away from the snacks, claiming they were going to eat all of it they didn’t leave right then.

At some point, they all got in the water. For a while they played together – chicken, splash attacks, fake drowning, sharks – but eventually they all drifted to do their own thing. Mike and Bill were racing one another and Ben was timing it. Beverly was seeing how far she could swim below the surface and for how long she could do it, but Stan stayed close by her in case something went wrong, and Eddie was floating on his back, basking in the sun some more. Richie was just swimming around randomly, annoying his friends when he felt like it, and talking everyone’s ears off even if they weren’t listening, but in all honesty he was mostly just speaking to Eddie.

Richie stopped swimming and splashing around for a second, eyes landing on Eddie. It was a blurry sight – he left his glasses in the grass so he wouldn’t lose them in the water – but it was sharp enough for him to see who it was. He squinted to make the sight better, wiping water from his eyes, and a fond smile formed on his lips. He sunk down to hide it with the water in case any of the losers were watching. The sounds of Mike and Bill shouting as they raced faded out, same with Ben’s enthusiastic yells as he cheered both boys on. Stan’s laugh mixed with Beverly’s became background noise. The birds chirping simply became nonexistent. Eddie was just floating. He looked decently relaxed, a content smile on his features. Brunet hair floating in the water and stuck to his forehead, and from what Richie could see, the other boy’s eyes were closed.

A garble of words and bubbles came up as Richie spoke. It took Eddie out of his relaxed state and he looked at Richie with quizzical eyes. “What the fuck was that, Trashmouth?”

Squinty eyes turned wide. He pushed himself above water. “Um- I like blue! Like the sky, and water, and the bra your mom wears when we-.”

“Beep beep, Richie!” A chorus of six voices sounded, paired with Eddie splashing Richie.

The boy laughed. He backed away once Eddie splashed him, thinking instead of voicing the words he had said underwater that Eddie thankfully didn’t understand.

I love you.

ii.

“If I knew you were going to be even more annoying, I would’ve fucking threw that joint in the trash – or better, not have come along at all! But no you and Bev just had to get high for the first time and bring me along in case any serious and bad shit happened- will you stop laying on me?! You’re not a pet, Richie!” Eddie went on, mouth moving a mile per second it seemed like, complaint after complaint escaping him.

He had been studying for end of semester finals like his other two friends should be doing, but the redhead and the trashmouth wanted to try getting high for the first time at fifteen. Ben was sick with the flu, and was only just now on the road to recovery, so he had been out of the question when the two wanted a friend to supervise them in case it somehow all went to shit. Bill claimed he always studied better alone, and Mike, as much as he wanted to join the two on their high journey, declined because he needed to help his granddad with something. Stanley at first had agreed but backed out last minute when he realized he hadn’t done a single thing for an important essay due in three days. So, it had been down to Eddie, who wanted to say no it all, but figured it would get him away from his mom for some time.

The boy now wished he had walked away when he had the chance.

While Bev was munching away on some chips as she looked at a fashion magazine, occasionally speaking so deep and meaningful that even Eddie had to remind himself he was perfectly sober. Hopefully. Could you get high from second hand weed smoke? He wondered if it were possible, considering they were confined in Richie’s bedroom, the boy’s parents out of town for work. But hopefully that wasn’t the case.

Once the weed had started kicking in for Richie, it was if a switch had been flipped. He wasn’t talking as much as he usually was. He hadn’t completely shut up, but he had gotten quieter the more he got high. And clingier, too. At first he had cuddled Beverly and told her he loved her. She didn’t mind until she had to run off to pee, and that was when Richie moved onto Eddie, causing the boy’s endless complaints because he was unable to study, let alone move. He was on Richie’s bed, study notes, papers, and books all around him until Richie not so neatly pushed some away and crawled into Eddie’s lap. Usually, Eddie could care less. He loved cuddles. But he needed to pass this one class in particular and Richie’s high-clinginess was preventing that.

“I should’ve gone with Stan,” Eddie said. “Fucking Stan, at least he would be letting me study!”

“Calm your tits, Eddie, the science exam still isn’t until next Friday,” Bev told, waving a hand dismissively as she flipped a page of the magazine.

“You promised I’d be able to study!”

“I did, yeah.”

“Meanwhile, I didn’t,” Richie said, sounding proud of himself. 

Eddie smacked him on the back of the head, muttering a few cuss words, and leaned back on his hands, Richie almost full on koala-ing him. Richie’s arms were wrapped around his torso and his head was nestled in the crook of Eddie’s neck, both legs on one side of Eddie in a bit of an awkward angle. Richie started talking again about one thing or another, but Eddie just tuned him out and let his head fall back, eyes staring at the ceiling. He gave up on complaining. It wasn’t getting anywhere and he didn’t want to annoy Bev too much with how unhappy he is about the situation.

“---ove spaghetti.”

Eddie blinked and looked at Richie. Well, Richie’s hair. “Spaghetti?” He repeated, confused.

Richie nodded. “Yeah, I love Spaghetti.”

The shorter boy snorted and half-heartedly rolled his eyes. “I know you like spaghetti, Richie, you brought it as your lunch for a solid week last month,” he said. “But I’m not making you any, if that’s what you’re getting at. It’s ten thirty at night.” Eddie added the last bit after glancing at the digital clock by Richie’s bed, and he heard Bev make a sound at the back of her throat, agreeing with Eddie.

“No. That’s not-,” he stopped himself and let out a sigh. Eddie tensed and hunched his shoulders, the breath of air causing chill bumps to form all over his body. “My Spaghetti, dumbass. My Eddie Spaghetti. Eds Spagheds. Spaghetti Man. I love you.”

Eddie blinked. He looked to the ceiling, then to Beverly who had sat up from her position in Richie’s bean bag. Her blue eyes were stuck on the two. Then finally, Eddie looked down at Richie again. He let out a little laugh. “Dude, you’re such a sap when high!” Eddie exclaimed in amusement. “First Bev, now me, who’s next? Stan? You gonna call him, or what?” He giggled some more at the thought of Richie calling Stan up so late just to say ‘I love you’.

Richie scoffed and shifted his weight. “I dunno. No,” he mumbled. “I really do love you, Eds.”

Eddie rolled his eyes but a smile tugged on his lips, ignoring the feeling of his face becoming just the slightest bit warm. He then laid back; his arms were getting tired from holding both his weight and Richie’s, and seeing as he wasn’t going to get any studying done, he let Richie full on cuddle him. “Whatever, Tozier,” he whispered.

They ended up falling asleep like that: cuddled into one another with Eddie’s study papers strewn around them, and Bev had fallen asleep in the bean bag. When Richie woke up the following morning, he was extremely yet pleasantly surprised to find Eddie fast asleep on his chest, their legs tangled together. Richie slipped his glasses on after grabbing them from their spot beside his head, and wrapped his arms tighter around Eddie, soaking in the blissful moment the best he could.

iii.

Richie Tozier believed he truly fucked up. And it wasn’t the type of fuck up that he could easily fix with a joke or a Voice, or anything of the sort. In a high daze he had confessed to Eddie Kaspbrak that he loved him, and it wasn’t masked as a joke. He didn’t mean to - well, he did but he didn’t - and he has learned he has even less of a filter when high, and that’s saying something considering he barely has one when sober. After that blissful morning, the dawning realization of it all hit him full force later that afternoon when he was home alone trying to get the smell of weed out of his room. 

Fifteen year old Richie Tozier had called Beverly, insisted she come back over, and he spilled the beans the moment she stepped into his house with a puzzled look. It had taken over two hours for Bev to calm the boy down. She insisted Eddie most likely brushed it off as nothing more than Richie being Richie, and insisted that even she took it that way considering he had continuously told her, “I love you,” as they cuddled minutes before then. It calmed him down, somewhat. But that paranoia of Eddie knowing when Richie doesn’t want him to know just yet was still there. Even after exams were over and they were spending Christmas break together, it was still there.

So, he did what any logical fifteen year old would do at the time.

He just stopped saying those words. To Eddie. No one else. If anything, he probably amplified the mention of those three little words to his best friends, excluding the literal love of his life. Other than those times Richie would say, “I love you guys,” he never said them to Eddie specifically. And it stayed that way for a while. A year and a half, specifically.

During that time, Mike had actually questioned him, a bit taken back by the amount of times the Tozier boy had shouted those words at him within a week. Richie had easily explained that he just had a lot of love in his heart at the time. And he said the same thing when Stan confronted him. When Ben asked, Richie had simply asked in reply, “Can I not tell my best friends I love them?” Bill gave him odd looks once in a while but never said anything, chalking it up to be Richie just being his odd self. And Beverly never asked or confronted him because she knew why.

At some point, he made a game: whenever he felt the urge to just blurt, “I love you,” to his best friend, he would instead just tell one of the other Losers, or stated that he loved the tree they were passing or a candle he saw in a window of a store.

“That’s a nice ice cream parlor, I love it there.”

“We know, Richie, we’ve been there a thousand times.”

“I love that cake your mom made the other day, Stan!”

“I’ll tell her you said that.”

“Love your new hair cut, Bev!”

“I got it cut a month ago?”

“Still looks good! Ain’t I right, Ben? C’mon, agree with me!”

Those days turned into months, and those months turned into a year, and then a few more months went by and then it was a year and a half since that grand idea of his came to be, and Richie truly believed everything was going well. Those words hadn’t slipped from his mouth for a good bit of time, and he was honestly proud of himself.

Until a furious Eddie barged into his room one afternoon after school.

“You lanky piece of fucking shit!”

Richie shrieked when the door flung open, and fell off of his bed into a heap on the floor with a blanket, a text book, some papers and his walkman. He scrambled to stand up, only to trip a few times over the blanket tangled at his ankles, and the wire of his walkman got tangled around his neck and arms. He struggled to get out of both, tossing them to side the harshly once he freed himself. He straightened himself posture wise but his wild and messy hair stayed the same, as did his crooked glasses. A smile formed on his blushing face as he looked at Eddie.

“Eddie, my man! What a nice surprise-.”

“I fucking hate you,” Eddie seethed as he stepped farther into the room, marching over to Richie. The smile Richie wore fell instantly. “You are such a dickhead, did you know that?”

Richie held his hands up as Eddie poked his chest. “Whoa, hey, what’s- huh?” He was thoroughly confused, to say the least. And, a little bit scared. Eddie may be shorter than most guys their age, but he packed a good punch and was the feistiest out of all the Losers. Richie used to just laugh when Eddie got mad, claiming such a short boy could never be intimating. Now, years later, Eddie was taller and more well built though he still looked awkward being a teen and all, but he had more a bit more muscle than when he was six and a better choice of fowl words as well. Richie had no choice but to admit Eddie could be intimidating.

Eddie scoffed harshly. “Oh, come on, don’t act like you don’t know what the fuck I’m getting on about!” He yelled. 

“No, I don’t!” Richie yelled back. Both of his parents were home, but he didn’t care and it seemed as if Eddie didn’t either. The teen only hoped neither came up to check on all the yelling, and he was honestly surprised they didn’t with Eddie furiously stomping in.

“Jesus, Rich, I know you do! I also know you don’t wanna be my friend anymore! You hate me.”

“The fuck I do. Who fucking said that?”

“No one, but they don’t have to say anything!”

“What’s that supposed to mean!?”

“You don’t tell me you love me! You’re always saying it to the others in some way or another, and it wasn’t until I was studying with Ben and Stan when I realized. They took a break and talked about how you’re always saying ‘I love you’ to them, and then I’m sitting there feeling like completely fucking shit because you stopped saying that to me! You used to say it all the time when we were kids, and after...that summer, you said it less, but I didn’t think anything of it, but now you’ve completely stopped! You could’ve just said you don’t wanna be friends anymore with me rather than just drifting away. We don’t even fucking hang out one on one anymore!”

Oh, shit. Richie’s fucked up. His eyes widened behind his glasses and he lowered his hands. “Eds, that- that’s not...” He trailed off, unable to find any words that would make the situation better. He felt his gut churn with guilt as he noticed that Eddie was crying. The tears started to fall mid-way through his rant and he hadn’t made an effort to calm down and stop them.

Eddie sniffled and wiped the tears on his cheeks away. “Look-.”

Richie bent down and wrapped his arms tightly around Eddie’s waist, and picked him up. “I’m sorry.”

“What the fuck, Rich, get off!”

“No!” Richie squeezed his eyes shut and held onto Eddie tighter, the shorter boy doing his best to get out of Richie’s grasp. “No, Eddie, okay, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry. I’m a dumbass, I wasn’t thinking straight at all, you have every right to hate me but I could never hate you. Okay?”

Eddie stopped fighting. “...What?”

Richie continued, “I just thought you got tired of it, y’know? Annoyed and all. You never really said it back when I did say it to you, so I thought you didn’t want to hear it, so I stopped. You’re my best friend and I’m sorry for hurting your feelings, I didn’t meaning to, I just wasn’t using my brain. I do love you, please believe me.”

Silence fell over them. No one spoke for the next few minutes, and at some point Richie set Eddie back down and let go, taking a step back to give him space. He picked at his nails as he waited for Eddie to say something, avoiding eye contact.

Eddie sucked in a breath of air and let it out. “You’re a dick.”

Richie nodded. “Yeah.”

“But I don’t hate you, either. I mean, I probably should, but...” He trailed off and shrugged.

Richie looked up with a wide smile. “Really?”

“Yes, really, I don’t think I could hate you even if I tried,” Eddie admitted, a smile of his own forming.

Richie went to say something, but a knock on the door frame kept him from doing so. The two teens looked over to see Maggie Tozier standing there. The woman looked the slightest bit concerned as she stared back at them. “Everything okay in here?”

Eddie nodded, cheeks a bit pink, as Richie answered, “Yeah, just some mixed signals, Mags.”

Maggie gave her son a look.

Richie sighed. “Sorry, sorry. Mom.” He smiled, and so did she.

“Your father’s making spaghetti, by the way,” she told him. “It’ll be ready in ten minutes. Eddie, you’re free to join -- always will be.”

Eddie shook his head. “No, it’s fine-.”

“What? No, you’re staying,” Richie protested. “My Eddie Spaghetti eating spaghetti! It’s oddly poetic.”

Eddie made a face. “It’s weird.”

“So, you’re staying?”

“...Yes.”

“Yay!”

iv.

"You’re learning...Russian?” Mike asked hesitantly.

Richie nodded, holding the Russian dictionary like it was his pride and joy. “Yep! Latin’s too hard, Spanish is too basic, French is too...uh, French, and I couldn’t think of anything else, so Russian it is, Mikey! Care to join me?”

“Uh... Not this time, no.”

Richie beamed. “Perfect.”

Mike snorted out a laugh as he started to walk away. “You’re a weird one, Rich.”

“You love me, though!”

“Debatable!”

They laughed, and Richie reopened the book he had closed, going back to studying how to say ‘I love you’ in Russian. Of course, he was going to teach himself a few other things, but that was the main goal. The reason he chose Russian and none of the others was because it’s the least likely one where Eddie might too easily piece everything together. French would be the logical route to go considering that’s an elective he’s currently taking at school, but so is Eddie, so that completely rules it out. Then the others are taking Spanish. So, if he wanted everything to not come to light so suddenly, he had to go with something no one else knew, either.

“Hey, I can help you with that if you want. It’s hard.”

Richie’s stomach dropped. But he forced a smile as he looked up. Stan stood there, the sun shining behind him as if he were an angel. Right then, Richie thought he was the devil. “Stan the Man! Why aren’t you with Mike and Ben over there?” Richie asked. He pointed over to the large rocks the other two boys were on as they looked at a bird book Stan had brought along with him. For a split second, Richie glanced over to where Beverly, Bill, and Eddie were as they sat under a tree for shade, and then quickly looked back up to Stan, forcing another smile.

“Offering my help for once in your lame life,” Stan answered. “Really, it’s not that easy to learn. The Russians have a completely different alphabet than us.”

“No, thanks, I got it.”

“Richard.”

“Stanley.”

“Stop being difficult.”

“Do you even know me? I’m difficult every minute of every hour of every day of every month of every year!”

An unpleased look came over Stan’s face and before Richie knew it, Stan was forcibly hoisting the dark haired boy to his feet. “Rich and I are going for sno-cones! Give us your money if you want one!” He kept a firm grip on Richie’s elbow and turned to face him as their friends fished for money. “We’re talking. No funny business, got it?”

Richie nodded quickly. His heart was hammering in his chest from nerves, and he could feel his hands start to sweat -- and it wasn’t from the Spring heat. Stan must have noticed something, because his look softened and his grip loosened.

“It’s nothing bad, Rich,” he assured in a whisper as the other five started hurrying to them. “I promise.”

Richie could only nod again as he swallowed a lump in his throat. Then, they were grabbing money from their friends, and soon enough walking away from the barrens and to Richie’s new but beat down truck parked at the road. Stan took the money and stuffed it in one of his pockets, and then took the book from Richie as they got in the truck. His hands were shaking and he felt as if he was about to puke or pass out. Stan and him...they were close, almost as close as brothers, and if Richie had to make a list of his favorite people, the Jew would be directly under Eddie, maybe tied with Beverly.

Stan was someone Richie could have serious conversations with when he was tired of being the annoying and funny guy. For years, it’s been like this. Despite how often Stan says, “I hate you, Richie,” it wasn’t true in the slightest, and sure he got annoyed more often than not, but they were still as thick as thieves. Which was why Richie was a jittery mess. Stan didn’t have to say a word. Richie knew Stan knew; he didn’t know how, but he did, and that terrified the dark haired boy to no end. Because out of all the things that could make Stan hate Richie for real, it’s the fact he likes boys.

“Rich, pull over, you’re already going twenty over the speed limit, and I don’t want you to crash while we talk,” Stan said.

Richie nodded for a third time. “Y-Yeah. Um, g-good idea, Stan.”

Stan smirked. “Leave the stuttering to Bill.”

Richie cracked a smile but it went away as fast as it came, and then put the truck in park. He didn’t move, though. He stayed facing forward and his hands gripped the wheel tightly. “How long have you known?” Richie asked.

“That you love Eddie? I dunno... A while,” Stan admitted. “I don’t think the others know-.”

“Bev does.”

“Okay. I don’t think the boys know,” Stan corrected. “I’m just observant. Plus, we’ve grown up together, Richie. If I had to pick a specific moment, it would be sometime in sophomore year. We all went to the arcade one weekend. Eddie got absolutely pissed at one of the employees and screamed at him. We almost got kicked out! But the entire time you looked...fond. Proud, even. We almost got kicked out of your favorite place in the world but you didn’t care because it was Eddie. That’s love. You would’ve reacted differently it had been anyone else.”

Richie half-smiled. He remembered that day. “So... You don’t hate me? Find me disgusting?” Slowly, he looked to his friend.

Stan rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “I find you disgusting because you’ve worn that shirt for the third day in a row. Not because you like boys.”

Relief flooded through Richie.

Then, “How long have you loved him, anyway?”

“Since we were twelve.”

“We’re seventeen.”

“Yup.”

“That’s five years!”

“Yep.”

“Holy shit.”

Richie sucked in a deep breath and then let it out. “Yeah...” He paused. “I thought it was nothing, honestly, at first. Then we almost died, and then the feeling never went away and...here we are. I want to tell him, but not now, but I can’t hold it in much longer either, so that’s where the Russian comes in.”

Stan nodded, motioned for Richie to start driving again, and thought for a moment. “Lucky for you that’s the one phrase I do know in Russian.”

A grin formed on Richie’s lips as he drove. “Perfect.”

He didn’t learn the phrase within one day like he wanted. Stan decided to make Richie learn the entire alphabet for the Russian language first, a few basic words, and then he would teach Richie the phrase. It took a few days to do the first part, and then another couple for the next. By the time the next weekend rolled around, Richie had the entire alphabet memorized and could say hello, bye, fuck, and I love you in Russian all thanks to Stan. Richie didn’t have the guts to say it that weekend, but waited until Monday when he had to drive Eddie to school that morning.

“Hey, Eds?” Richie spoke halfway through the drive.

Half-asleep Eddie hummed. “Yeah, Rich?”

“Я люблю тебя.”

Silence. Then, “I have no idea what the fuck you just said,” Eddie paused as he yawned. “But that’s pretty cool, Rich. Ya lebyuh te-blah blah to you too.”

“You totally just butchered that.”

“Fuck off.”

v.

The Losers Club were officially high school graduates. Mike actually graduated earlier than everyone since he was homeschooled, but now that didn’t matter. The summer of freedom started out fine, perfect even. They had more fun than any of them could imagine, and none of them wanted it to end. Unfortunately, college was a thing for most everyone involved, and soon the Losers would be leaving Derry to tackle their adult lives. Soon -- meaning one more night. The summer flew by faster than any of them believed. It was as if one moment they were taking a picture with their caps and gowns on, and the next they were about to leave their small town and best friends. 

It was why they were getting together one last time the night before they left. Drinks were involved. The sucky radio Ben always had to fix was playing some song. The stars were out. The only thing lighting up the barrens were a few flashlights they laid out around them. Richie sat on a rock by the shallow lake, back facing it as his eyes were glued to Eddie. A beer was held in one hand and the other had a half burnt cigarette. It had gone out a while ago, Richie too stuck in place to relight it.

Eddie had a cup of something alcoholic in his hand, his fourth one of the night, and he was shout-singing along to the song that was playing with Ben and Mike, dancing too. He was happy and carefree and glowing under the lights of the flashlights and stars, and with each passing moment Richie could feel his heart just swell with love as he watched the other boy. Richie took another swig of the beer and smiled as Eddie and Ben clung to one another as they dramatically sang the next lyrics, putting Mike into a laughing fit.

“You gotta tell him,” Bev said as she walked up. She sat beside Richie and took the cigarette, relighting it. After, she offered it back but Richie declined. “Rich, sweetie... You have to.”

Richie motioned towards Eddie, still smiling albeit it was a sad one now, and turned to face Beverly. “Look at him,” he said, and she did. “He’s having the best time of his life over there! I can’t ruin that.”

Bev gave him a sad look. “You won’t.”

He shook his head. “No. It’s been fine the way it is-.”

“He kissed a girl as a dare four months ago, and you sobbed in your pillow for the rest of the weekend.”

“I was being overly dramatic. You know how I am! Besides, I still got his mom, don’t I?” It was a lame attempt at a joke. A failed one, too. Because Bev neither laughed or reprimanded him. He sighed and took the last gulp of beer. 

“You have to tell him,” she repeated. “We’re going to be busy because of college, and we’re not exactly going to the same one.”

Richie pursed his lips. He could feel a lump forming in his throat. “We made plans to meet up every weekend if we can. Our universities aren’t too far away.”

“Rich-.”

“Bev,” he interrupted her, pleading, “Just stop. Okay? I’ll tell him when I want to.”

She looked at her best friend, studied him. Then, she nodded solemnly. “Alright,” she whispered.

The next few minutes were spent with the two sitting on the rock as Beverly finished the cigarette. Neither spoke after that and it wasn’t until Bill ran up to drag them tot he others when they left their spot. Richie grabbed another beer after throwing the empty bottle into the trash bag Stan brought for, well, trash. Richie made a few jokes of putting himself in it considering they call him Trashmouth, and Mike at picked him up and acted as if he was going to do just that.

“Put that fucker where he belongs!” Eddie shouted, grinning.

“At least put him in recycling,” Ben said.

“He doesn’t deserve to be recycled,” Stan teased.

All the while, Richie was laughing in Mike’s arms, a few drops of his beer getting on the both of them. Mike eventually set him down and put an arm around Richie’s shoulders. “Nah, I’d never throw out the Trashmouth,” Mike said. He smirked and backed away, feigning a look of disgust as he waved a hand around. “Only because you stink too much!”

Richie gave a sarcastic laugh. “I’m not the one who works on a farm!”

“Oh, he’s g-g-got you there,” Bill laughed.

“Which makes it worse,” Bev joined in.

“Trash the Trashmouth, okay, ha ha, very funny!”

“You started it, Rich,” Eddie reminded him with a slight slur as he walked up to him.

Richie rolled his eyes with a smile. “Yeah, I know.” Subconsciously he put an arm on Eddie’s shoulders, and then he looked down at him, a bit surprised to already find Eddie’s eyes on him. Richie’s eyes lowered to the shirt Eddie was wearing and lifted a brow, smiling knowingly, trying not to react to the arm resting against his back and the hand messing with his own shirt. “Love your shirt, Eds.”

“Of course you do. You gave it to me a few years ago, I’m actually surprised in genuinely fits me well.”

“A little oversized but you’re still cute, cute, cute!” Richie snaked his arm further around Eddie’s shoulders and neck, and pinched the other’s cheek. “But, may I remind you, I never gave it to you. You stole it.”

“...No, I don’t think I did.”

“You did.”

“Nope.”

“I literally watched you take it from my closet.”

“It was a dream.”

Richie scoffed. He gave in, “Alright, fine.”

Eddie grinned, proud of himself.

The next few moments they just stood there. Beverly’s words flooded Richie’s mind as he looked down at Eddie. For a solid minute, he had an inward battle with himself about what to do, but as Eddie laughed at something Stan said to Ben, the winner of that inner battle was clear. 

Richie tightened his grip around Eddie’s shoulders for a split second to get his attention. “Hey. Eds, can I tell you something?” Now or never, Tozier, he told himself, you can do it. You gotta. This has been six years in the making so just fucking do it.

“You know you can, Rich. C’mon, tell me.”

Now or never, you piece of shit.

“We’re going to be busy because of college.”

Я люблю тебя.

Muffled confession under water.

“I don’t think I could hate you even if I tried.”

“Eddie, I-.”

“Guys!” Mike shouted in excitement and turned up the volume. “Listen!” A familiar tune met Richie’s ears. It was the song all of them loved to jam out to, one they vowed to never not dance along to no matter where they were. Eddie was quick to leave Richie’s side to join the others, not hearing the last part of what Richie had to say.

“-love you.” Shit.

+ i.

Richie could cry- no. No, he was crying. Tears steadily streamed down his face, mixing with the dirt and mud and blood from the final fight with It. They should be celebrating. They should be happy. They should be basking in the glory of finally having that piece of shit defeated after 27 years. But that wasn’t the case. Eddie got stabbed and it didn’t look good at all. Richie rid himself of his jacket and pressed it against the wound. Eddie’s eyes were shutting, head lulling.

“No, no nonono,” Richie muttered through some tears. He patted Eddie’s face to stir him awake enough to open his eyes; a sound left Eddie’s throat and Richie didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing as Eddie shut his eyes again. “Not you. C’mon, please not you, I can’t lose you. You’re too important to me. Eds. Eds! Eddie, hey, stay awake for me, alright? I can’t lose you- I can’t- fuck, I love you so much, please, I’m so in love with you. Don’t die on me, please.”

“Richie,” Beverly spoke from her spot, equally as dirty as the rest of them. “Sweetie, I don’t think...” She trailed off, unable to finish her own sentence.

Ben moved forward quickly. He bent down and watched Eddie closely for a second. “He’s still breathing,” he whispered. Frantically, he started pulling off his belt.

“Guys, the house is falling apart!” Mike shouted at them.

“He’s still breathing!” Ben shouted back. 

He gently pushed Richie away to put the belt around Eddie, securing Richie’s jacket tightly over the wound. Mike was then walking over, and so was Bill. The sounds of the house falling down filled their ears as they picked Eddie up. Richie had his shoulders, Ben stayed by his abdomen to make sure the belt stayed, and Mike had his feet. Bill made sure they didn’t need any help before looking to their redheaded woman.

“Bev, go ahead and go! Make sure Stan knows we’re coming back and tell him about Eddie!” Bill yelled.

Beverly nodded and ran off, and Bill led the rest of them through everything. It was hard and more than a few times did they think they were about to be crushed by everything, but they made it out just in time. They didn’t stop there. They carried Eddie to Richie’s very new truck and set him in the bed of it, Stan in the driver’s seat, the engine already running. Beverly was in the passenger’s seat, and Bill and Ben got in the back while Richie and Mike stayed with Eddie. To everyone’s surprise, Stan sped down the Derry roads as fast as he could but also as safely as he could. 

“Rich...” Eddie croaked out.

Richie bent down further and smiled through the tears, hand clutching Eddie’s. He did his best to ignore much he looked like death. “We’re getting you to a hospital,” he said. “Hang on, okay?”

“I gotta...’ell y’somethin’.”

He shook his head stubbornly. “You keep those fucking words in you mouth, Eddie. Tell me when you aren’t bleeding from a stab wound.”

“He’s losing a lot of blood, man,” Mike whispered, as if trying to say something.

Richie looked at Mike, glaring, and blinked back more tears that wanted to fall.

“Rich, I...” Eddie trailed off. Then, the grip on Richie’s hand weakened and Eddie’s eyes shut completely as his head lulled to the side for a second time.

“No. Shit. Fuck, Stan!”

“His pulse is weak-.”

“Mike, I love you, but shut the fuck!”

Mike, instead of arguing, nodded and hit the back window of the truck. Bill opened it. “Hurry up!”

“I’m already speeding!” Stan shouted from the inside.

“Speed faster!” Bev yelled. He did.

“Two more miles!” Ben told them.

“I just called, there’ll be someone waiting for us,” Bill said.

One minute later, Richie’s truck was zooming into the parking lot of the hospital and coming to a surprisingly steady halt by the entrance to the emergency room. Doctors and paramedics came rushing out instantly, taking Eddie away, the losers following them inside as far as they would let them. Richie stood at the double doors and stared through the window. He sucked in a deep breath. Then, he found the nearest trashcan and puked.

It seemed as if the next couple of hours went by slowly on purpose, taunting Richie and the others. During those hours, Richie scrubbed Eddie’s blood off of hands while sobbing in the men’s bathroom, and when he came back out to the waiting room he got tackled in a group hug which just caused him to cry some more. Stan shed a few tears and Ben wiped away a few that slipped out. Mike and Bill were refusing to cry just yet, while Beverly started to but stopped, telling herself and the boys that Eddie was still alive. The amount of tears increased when the doctor came in and told them that Eddie miraculously made it, but he wasn’t awake just yet.

They visited Eddie as much as they could. Someone was always in the room at all times, waiting for their favorite fireball to wake up. Richie stayed there the most. He only left to clean up and change clothes. He didn’t want Eddie out of his sight too much, not after what happened.

It was the morning of the second day when Eddie finally woke up.

“Wake up, fuckface,” Eddie said at noticing Richie, the man sleeping in a chair beside the bed, head using Eddie’s legs as a pillow.

Richie sat up almost instantly. His eyes were wide with joy at first until he realized he had no glasses on, and suddenly he was squinting to see Eddie better. He fumbled around for his glasses and slipped them on once he found them, and his smile grew ten times at seeing the other man clearly. “Eddie!” He exclaimed happily, and koala-ed him the best he could without causing any more harm or pain. He was laughing, then he was crying. “Shit, I thought I’d lost you.”

Eddie placed a comforting hand in Richie’s hair, and he closed his eyes as he rested his cheek on Richie’s head. “I know,” he whispered. “I’m okay now, though... Hey, Rich?”

“Hm?”

“Я люблю тебя.”

Richie froze. He slowly moved away and sat back in the chair, staring at Eddie with pure shock. “What did you say?”

Eddie smiled. “I think you know.”

Richie blinked. He was stunned. He ran a hand through his hair and slumped back. “I thought you didn’t know what that meant?”

“I didn’t. But, uh, that’s the first thing I remembered when I got back here. I asked Siri what it meant.”

With lowered brows, Richie’s jaw dropped. “Siri told you that I loved you before I fucking got to properly? What the fuck!?”

Eddie busted out laughing, holding his side with the stitches. “Oh- fuck, this priceless!”

“I’m killing Siri.”

“Aw, no, babe! Don’t, she helps me with driving,” Eddie said, nearly pouting.

Richie snorted, almost completely missing the term of endearment. “I’ve been in love you since we were fucking twelve, and a piece of shit technology tells you before I get the chance. Unbelievable!”

“I mean... You could tell me now.”

“Tell you what- oh. Oh.” He scooted closer to the bed and leaned forward. For a moment, he thought about making a joke about his mother, but decided against it, even though it would have been hilarious. He smiled, taking one of Eddie’s hands. Nerves coursed through him, but he fought against them. He wasn’t a terrified teenager anymore. “Eddie -- my Eds Spagheds -- I love you. I always have, and I always will.”

Eddie beamed at him. “I love you, too.”

If Richie’s grin could grow anymore, it would. And maybe it did.

Because in front of him was the love of his life alive, saying he loved him back.

Richie then leaned all the way forward and kissed Eddie, and Eddie kissed back. Bill barged in then, ready to announce that breakfast had arrived, but stopped himself at seeing Richie and Eddie. He froze, stared, and then backed up, smiling slowly as he shut the door. He turned to the other losers, who looked confused. 

“Well,” Bill said. “It took a little over two fucking decades but they’re finally together.”

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it #the losers club #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #stan uris #my writing #* #5 plus 1 #they're in love!!

[rayofsunas]

awkward silence — byun baekhyun

A/N: read the warnings before proceeding. also I’m CRYING! LOOK AT THE GIF. someone threw a bra at Baek and he was shooook. at least I think it’s a bra. EXO-L’s are insane just saying. also listen to Billie Eilish's song, When The Party's Over. It fits with this imagine.

Pairings: Byun Baekhyun x Fem! Reader

Summary: you and your husband never have enough time to see each other’s and it’s putting a strain on your once blissful marriage.

Warnings: swearing, marital/spousal issues

Words: 1,217

Arriving home, you were once again met with an empty house filled with so much furniture that barely got used. With a sigh, you dramatically threw everything you'd been holding, down to the ground.

You always felt lonely in moments like these when you returned home from photo shoots or having been at a fashion show in another country or even close to home. The large house was almost always quiet.

The only time you remembered it being as loud and boisterous this year was when you and your husband, Baekhyun, hosted a New Years Party six months ago. All of EXO had come, along with a few other friends. But ever since then, Baekhyun had been busy with music, shows, meet and greets, and you had been busy with photo shoots and modeling.

You tried to make time for each other. And you'd say, for the first year of marriage, you did have a lot of time together. But around the second year, you realized that free time was slipping away faster and faster. And now, at year three, you only saw each other three or two times a month, if you were lucky.

It was sad. But that's what happened when you had such busy, demanding schedules. Thankfully though, you and Baekhyun both had a few days off to spend with each other. You weren't sure how long you'd be able to really spend together, but you wouldn't mind spending it all in the house, in bed or on the couch cuddled together, watching Netflix.

Having received a text from Baekhyun, saying that he'd be gone soon, you left upstairs to unpack your bags. It was an easy process, seeing as most everything had been untouched and neat in the right places.

As soon as you unpacked all of your things, despite still being in your nude dress and somewhat uncomfortable nude high heels, you found yourself plopping on your plush bed, laying on your back.

As soon as your eyes closed, you were met with that same silence that you did not enjoy. Although it was much more relaxing than being in the spotlight, it made you feel extremely lonely.

You probably laid there for about ten minutes, just feeling relaxed. That is until, large hands were being placed on your hips, slightly trailing upwards until they touched your ribcage. Jumping at the sudden contact, you sat up hurriedly, ready to push who you thought was an intruder off of you.

But you just heaved a sigh when you realized it was Baekhyun.

"Jesus, Baekhyun you scared me!"

"You've become quite jumpy, are you really that shocked to see me?"

"Yes," You giggled, still sitting at the end of the bed, you threw yourself into his chest, breathing in his warm scent that easily distressed you. "I felt like we haven't seen each other in months" He nodded as enveloped you in a hug, his chin resting on top of your head. "I know," he sighed. "We have such busy schedules. But, you're all mine for three days" He leaned down to kiss your cheek.

"Good. No interruptions!" You said squeezing tighter. Not wanting to let go.

The next couple hours consisted of you cooking dinner for you and Baekhyun, you cooked his favorite meal and also made your favorite meal, which you were thankful the two blended well together. You'd since then changed into more comfortable clothes which consisted of a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

But things seemed different as soon as you sat down at the barely used dinner table. You didn't know what to say to your husband of three years and that scared you the more you thought about it while sitting there. It made you realize that being away from someone you love deeply can really change things drastically. You always assumed that the love you held for your best friend, lover and soulmate could always stitch together the holes and patches life created. But this time, it was proven to be so different. Because for once, you didn't know how to talk to him.

Being away from each other so long did that. Your careers and dreams did that.

You were starting to feel guilty and uncomfortable. Guilty that you felt so uncomfortable in front of the man who'd seen so many different sides of you, yet never judged because he was kindhearted like that and couldn't find it in him to judge you ever. You wondered if he felt the same way as you picked at your dish before you. You assumed the usually loud but also shy man in front of you had to of felt something close to the same because he didn't utter a word. Unlike other times where he usually would've.

You truly did not know what to say. And it made you feel sick that you'd allow this to happen over time.

As you continued to let your head get the better of you, you realized something else. This house was always empty, about ninety percent of the time. It was such a beautiful house too, one with many bedrooms and bathrooms, and a huge backward. You had so many hopes for the future. Like maybe having pets, and down the road kids. But now the house was empty with life most of the time, and couldn't even be called home in your opinion. You couldn't make it home if you were never here. Baekhyun was a different story though. He could've felt the same way, or it didn't bother him much because he'd always been on the road touring, to say the least, he'd seen his fair share of hotels over the years.

"Maybe we should sell the house..." You said softly, picking at the Kimchi on your plate with your fork. You didn't dare look up, already knowing that shock would be written all over your husbands face. As I said, your brain had gotten the better of you, and thoughts began to pile up that needed to be spewed out eventually. It was a habit of yours. Thinking too much, and then stressing and worrying about said thoughts until you exploded or eventually told someone.

"Why?" Baekhyun seemed offended and you could see why. He'd picked the house out himself, and had practically bought it for you as an over extravagant wedding gift three years ago.

Now you began eating your food, neatly shoveling it into your mouth, trying to ignore his heated stare.

"Because it's huge, and we're never home" His voice slightly raised. "We bought it with the intent of raising children here" The man said.

"I understand that," you nodded with a sigh. "But I don't see us having kids anytime soon, do you?"

"I mean, we can't even see each other for a solid week without our schedules clashing... And we can barely talk to each other," your voice came out in a sad whisper.

"We're talking now, aren't we?" He fought back snappily, his fork scraping against his plate making you cringe. You knew he was right... in at least one way. But it wasn't the same.

"We sat here for thirty minutes. Neither of us able to say anything to each other... That's never happened before and it worries me"

#exo #kpop #byun baekhyun x reader #byun baekhyun #baekhyun x reader #husband and wife #husband baekhyun x wife reader #exo imagines #exo scenarios #baek #exo baekhyun #exol #save baek from that bra

[apriorisea]

Hi!! I just want to say that you've become one of my top favorite writers for BTS! Thank you so much for writing, you lovely person, you! 💕💕 If you have the time and if you want to, could you write how the boys would be like when they're crushing hard on someone? So this is pre-relationship... who would be blushy? Will someone compensate by being overconfident? Who will be the adorable, stuttering mess? What will they do to get your attention? Thank you! :)

-You are literally so sweet, thank you! I couldn’t decide whether to do a bulletpoint- or story-format, so I tried a little mix of both. I hope it’s okay! 💕💜

((xMasterlist))

BTS Imagine: Crush

JIN:

blushes 24/7

but mostly just his ears so it’s not too bad

is actually pretty smooth and calm when talking to you, but his ears are glowing the whole time

One day you’re talking to him and you notice that his face is a little red. “Hey, are you okay? You look pretty warm.” You reach up and softly press the back of your hand against his forehead. “Are you getting sick?”    He freezes at your touch but manages to say: “N-no, I’m okay.” Before you can take your hand away, he adds, “But-but what about the rest of my face? Is…is it warm, too?” When you lay your cool hand on the side of his face, he tries his hardest not to let you see his smile.   “It is kind of warm,” you agree, but this time when you try to take your hand back, his hand shoots out to hold yours in place.    In response to your surprise, he makes a small face and says, “I’m not feeling very well, actually. I think I might be getting sick…Your hand is nice and cool.” When you don’t protest, he takes your free hand and places it on the other side of his face.    You laugh and pat his cheeks playfully. “Oh.” Your amusement fades into genuine concern, “Actually, you feel really warm now and you’re kind of flushed…”    He smiles but doesn’t answer.

he secretly uses a picture of the two of you together as his phone wallpaper

has offered to be your fake-boyfriend any time you need the excuse

he buys you thinks he knows you’ll love (necklaces, phone cases, books, stuffed animals, makeup, headphones, mugs, gloves, etc) and gives them to you shyly

grabs your hand whenever he gets scared, but acts like it’s totally not a big deal—except his ears are on fire

YOONGI:

is always there

literally manages to be everywhere you are (but not in a creepy way)

is extra watchful and sensitive to how you are doing, so sometimes when you’ve had an absolutely awful day you’ll get fresh flowers delivered to your door from an Anonymous sender

he is constantly making playlists for you, but is never brave enough to send them

asks for your help with things all the time:   “I am having the hardest time with this stupid tie—can you help me?”    Smiling slightly, you cross to where Yoongi is standing in front of the mirror. “Haven’t you done this a million times?” you ask, taking the two ends of his tie in hand. He just smiles down at you, trying not to react too much when your fingers brush his neck. You step back when you’re done, but before you get too far, he stretches his hand out and grazes the edge of your sleeve.    “Um, do you have a second?” he asks, reaching up to fiddle with his ear nervously. “I don’t know if this song sounds right, and I was hoping you’d help me figure it out?..”

becomes your very best friend

he confides in you with things he would never tell anybody else

he is the BEST listener: he never looks away while you’re talking, makes little sounds of understanding while you talk, offers solid advice when you want it

you know you can go to him with anything and he’ll be there

he is always making sure you’re comfortable

HOSEOK:

SO confident

like, unbelievably smooth and calm

he always finds an excuse to brush your hair back from your face, let his hand linger on your knee, lean in close when he talks to you, hug you every time he sees you

when he hugs you, he pulls you close to him, wraps his arms around your waist and snuggles his face in your shoulder for a second

“Hey!” Hoseok’s face lights up when he sees you, getting to his feet and smoothing his hair back. “Here’s our beautiful girl,” he says, stretching his arms wide for a hug.   A little happy-flustered, you wrap your arms around his neck as he snakes his around your waist and pulls you close. You try not to smile too much as he buries his face against you. “Hi,” you answer, willing yourself not to blush. “How are you guys doing?”    “Better now that you’re here,” he grins, pulling back and reaching out to fix a strand of your hair.

texts you ‘goodnight’ with cute little emojis

shows off a little extra when you watch him dance

volunteers to give you dance lessons

compliments you ALL the time

actually, will just do anything to make you blush a little because he thinks you’re so cute when you blush

is super flirty, but has a hard time actually asking you out because his confidence only goes so far

the others tease him all the time, but he likes you so much he doesn’t care

NAMJOON:

one of the smartest men on the planet, but he turns into an absolute bumbling fool when he’s around you

he gets so nervous that he actually stutters when he talks to you, gets his words all mixed up, gets flustered

tries to start conversations with you all the time because he loves talking to you, but it takes him a little bit to get over his shyness

after he does, you guys have the best talks about anything, because he thinks you are so smart and values your opinion the most

writes long pages of love letters but always tears them up because they’re embarrassingly cheesy

he talks about you to the others ALL the time; literally can’t stop singing your praises

can’t help but take care of you, even if he’s awkward about it the whole time

Feeling utterly defeated, you trudge into the building, not even completely sure what you’re looking for, but luckily he finds you first. “Hey!” he smiles so wide. “H-how’s it going? Are you—is you—have it—I mean, w-what’s up?”    The tears that you’d been holding back well up at the sound of his voice, his warm presence. “It’s–it’s not great right now,” you admit. He frowns, and when you look up at him, you lose it. “I just got the worst news about work.” You drop your head to rest on his chest and start crying.    The motion thaws him: his arms move automatically to wrap around you, pulling you against him in a tight hug, which just makes you cry harder. “It’s okay,” he says quietly, his awkwardness completely gone. He rubs your back and leans his head against yours. “It’s going to be okay, I promise.”   

JIMIN:

cannot approach you without a wingman

literally drags one of the others to come with him and talk to you first, but as soon as the conversation is started, he’s fine

will actually step in front of his brother so he can have your full attention

once he has that first foot in the door he’s unstoppable

chatters a mile a minute

always notices when you’re wearing rings and asks to see them so he has an excuse to hold your hand

whenever you’re all standing around together, he takes every opportunity to sling his arm around your shoulders and lean on you playfully

invites you to watch a movie with him and some of the others, but the others always end up leaving early

He glances over at you as you make a tiny squeak of alarm. Grinning, he scoots a little closer. “Scared?”    You give him a look but find his proximity comforting. “Maybe a little…”    His smile gets a little wider. “Don’t worry,” he says, stretching an arm out on the couch behind you. “I won’t let those big, bad monsters get you!” He taps your shoulder, making you jump again, and then laughs, sliding his arm down around your shoulders.   “Don’t be mean,” you scold, snuggling against him despite yourself.   “Oh, I’m mean?” He’s grinning ear-to-ear. He starts to pull away, “Well then maybe I should let you fend for yourself—?”    You catch his arm and cuddle back against him, knowing you were caught. “Oh, knock it off and come here.” You don’t look at his smug face.    He smiles against your hair. “Absolutely.”

TAEHYUNG:   

turns into an absolute comedian

will do anything to make you laugh: makes cute faces, little voices, ridiculous jokes, silly physical comedy

can’t stand it when you give anyone else attention

gets jealous really easily

will try to outdo whatever the other person is doing

just wants to spend time with you, and only you

asks you to come with him on random adventures: to grab a phone charger, go to the store for milk, literally has asked you to come with him to the kitchen to get a drink of water

always takes pictures of you/with you

“Hey, wait, stop right there!” Taehyung is somewhere behind you, so you turn: he’s got his phone trained on you, his goofy grin on his face.    “Oh, Tae, come on, right now?? I look terrible.” You cover your face with both hands.    He lowers the phone quickly. “You are beautiful, just like always.” He lifts the phone back up and taps to focus the lens on you. “Here, cutie, look here!” He starts making goofy faces and calling your name in a tiny voice, and soon you’re laughing too hard to really be mad. You lower your hands for a second and that’s when he snaps the picture. Satisfied, he saves it and turns toward you.    You pout. “I—”    “Here, I have an even better idea!” he cuts you off and moves to your side, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. He snuggles his face against yours, turns the camera to selfie-mode, and, when you put your arm around his waist, smiles so big. He takes a few shots and saves them immediately. “New wallpaper,” he announces, giving you a little wink.

always wants your opinion on his fashion choices

JUNGKOOK:

somewhat unfortunately, he acts exactly like you’d expect: shows off, does push-ups at the drop of a hat, makes sure you know he’s been working out lately

however, when you start talking to him, he gets really shy

he absolutely panics when you touch him (even if you just accidentally brush his arm) but misses you like crazy when you leave

is always looking at you from the corner of his eye

thinks about you all the time

asks his hyungs for advice on how to get you to notice him

even though he seems cocky, he is incredibly sweet to you

he gives you little indirect compliments ALL the time“Okay,” Jimin is whining, “But if Jin-hyung is gone, who is actually going to cook tonight?”     You’re sitting at the table next to Jungkook, watching the scene in amusement. You turn to share a grin with him and are surprised to find him already looking at you. When he meets your gaze, he smiles automatically but his eyes dart away nervously.    “I mean,” Jimin is still going, “I guess we could always order in, but—”    “Why would we do that when she’s here?” The words burst from Jungkook defensively. “She’s literally the best chef on the whole planet.”    You feel yourself blush. “I’m not that great.”    “Yes, you are,” he dismisses easily.    “Well,” you say, flustered, “I certainly can’t do it all by myself.”    He’s already getting to his feet, rolling his sleeves above his elbows. “You obviously won’t be doing it by yourself,” he says, gently scooting your chair out and helping you up. “I’ll be right there to help you.”

whenever you’re out together, he always takes care of you—i.e. walks between you and the street, pays whenever you eat somewhere, takes your hand to help you into booths and up stairs and over rough terrain

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Neighbors *Chapter 3* (Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader)

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Warnings: nightmares, couple of curse words oooo

Summary: These powers had come not too long before Mr. Stark had found you and taken you in as a new part of the team. However, you didn’t know much at all and had nobody to confide in besides Wanda. You felt alone and like nobody understood you. Until you heard his screams in the middle of the night. You had the urge to help your new neighbor; but did he want your help?

A/N: okay so I really like this chapter and it makes me laugh a lot and i really hope you like it!! sorry it took awhile for me to write it lol. please let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! xoxo lena

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“Tony, I’ve never seen him that comfortable talking with someone he just met.”

“But what did they talk about?”

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It was the next day, and you were ready to now train with the last five Avengers; including Bucky. Yesterday had been a whirlwind and you were sore, but nothing could stop you from proving yourselves to your new companions and showing them how powerful you really were.

All of your strengths didn’t just come from your ability, but you had other qualities as well that would help you in battles. Hand to hand combat, quick thinking, and sharp vision; but your ability played a huge part in how you fought and trained in the facility. You can form into any animal that will suit your needs at that moment and back in the blink of an eye but like any power, the more you use it the more it drains your strength. This is why you try to save your energy when fighting until you need to switch.

It wasn’t always large animals that switched into either. In some cases, a dog or a bird can be much more helpful than a gorilla or an elephant. But you were learning more and more about your power every day here and learning how hard and fast you could push yourself to learn more.

You stood up to get yourself ready for the day until you heard a noise. It was very early in the morning and you couldn’t sleep but, everyone else should be sleep right? It wasn’t a noise of someone getting up either; unfortunately, you recognized that sound immediately and shot out from your room. You dashed over to the room next to you to find Bucky almost fighting with himself in his bed but still sleep.

You cautiously but quickly went over to avoid his thrashing arms and legs, but manage to sneak in when he relaxed a bit and sit behind him, with him naturally fitting his body in between your legs. You weren’t sure why or how you had done this; your body moved before your brain could think. All you knew was that you had to get to him and help him.

You gently put your hand on Bucky’s shoulder and felt him flinch and shy away from your touch, but you tried again and he relaxed into it. You then moved your other hand on his head and stroked his hair. He hadn’t talked or screamed during this nightmare, but just thrashed violently and grunted a few times. It was bizarre, but you needed to focus on getting him back to sleep and away from whatever images were haunting him in his sleep.

You stayed like that for a while, until you felt himself rearrange and you froze like an icicle. What is he doing? He rolled himself on to his stomach, right on top of your torso and still in between your legs and laid his head sideways on your stomach. His left arm was down by his side, but he gently wrapped his other arm around your body, trapping you in his grasp.

You whispered to yourself, “I guess I am your cuddle buddy when the dreams get bad.” You recalled your conversation yesterday with Bucky and how natural it felt talking to him. You quickly grew to like talking to him, even though there had only been one conversation so far. None of the other Avengers were there when the whole ordeal happened and you two had been alone, making it more personal; at least you thought.

. . .

Yesterday…

“So who is she again?”

“Y/N, she escaped from her home after his parents were killed by HYDRA and they wanted to use her as a weapon. I found her in Manhattan, fighting against a group of men who were trying to steal what little she had left. I was going to run over and help, but she suddenly changed form into a lioness, quickly scaring away the men but once they were gone her form flickered and she changed back. She collapsed on the ground and was barely awake but I couldn’t just leave her there. I saw something in her. She was and is determined and strong, but we can make her stronger and support her.”

“I completely trust your decision, Tony, I think that she’ll make a great asset to the team. But how do we know HYDRA won’t come here looking for her?”

“We don’t Steve. HYDRA is scrambled with small groups all over the country, and we don’t even know if they have a leader yet.”

“We just need to keep our eyes open. We can’t let them cause an attack on the facility and hurt anyone.”

“She’s a strong one, Rogers. If you’d ask me if I think she can take anything we throw at her, I’d bet all my money. I have this feeling about her.”

“You have feelings about a lot of things, Stark.”

Tony just rolled his eyes at that one, even though he knew it was true and so did everyone else. The two men kept walking down the hallway until they both stopped. They heard a conversation in the kitchen happening at the table. Each man immediately recognized one voice; Steve heard Bucky and Tony heard you. They snuck up to the end of the hallway knowing they wouldn’t be seen and Tony tapped both of their listening devices into the microphone that was underneath the kitchen camera to listen. They knew they shouldn’t be eavesdropping but both Tony and Steve were shocked to see them having a conversation together, and almost relaxed around one another.

They backed away when you and Bucky had stood up to leave the kitchen and you shoved him just a bit and laughed. Once you two had left, Steve and Tony just turned to one another and had the exact same question on their mind.

What the hell was that?

“Well, I guess she’s good at making friends,” Steve says to break the silence.

“Yeah, she’s already become close with Maximoff but Bucky? Did not see that one coming.” Tony replied.

“And you think I did? Buck doesn’t open up to people that quickly, something must have happened between them but they seem comfortable around one another.”

“Yeah, after what they’ve both been through I would imagine they can relate to one another in many ways. Not completely considering your friend is like centuries old but-”

Steve gave Tony a light shove and the two chuckled at Tony’s smart comment. They began to walk back down the hallway they’d come from the side by side. They’d come a long way as friends over the years, so it was nice for them to joke around again.

“We’ll see how it goes between them, but we’ll need to keep an eye out.”

“Roger that.”

Steve stopped and turned to Tony before saying, “Pun intended?”

“WOW! You’re learning, you’ve been spending too much time with Parker.”

“What, he’s good at keeping me up to speed!”

. . .

You woke up to the sound of someone snoring and the door creaking open. You tried to move but something was holding you down. You rubbed your eyes with your free hand to see Bucky laying on your stomach fast asleep, and you began to panic about how long you two have been asleep.

When did I fall asleep? And how long have I been in here?

“That’s what I was just about to ask you.”

You snapped your head to the door to see Tony and Steve standing at the doorway, both holding in their laughter and whispering. They stepped into Bucky’s room but then he started to wake up and you were frozen like a board.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked in a hushed voice, careful not to wake Bucky.

“Yes??” you replied uncertainly.

“Wait... Y/N, does he not know that he’s sleeping on you?” Tony asked quietly and frantically.

You made a scrunched up and cringe face, and innocently said, “No?”

Both of the men look at each other not sure what to do but Bucky then suddenly shifted and begins to sit up. Steve and Tony trampled each other to the door and run out so Bucky wouldn’t see them, which made you laugh because of how ridiculous they look tripping one another to get to the door still in their pajamas.

Once they left, Bucky sat up and you couldn’t move. You weren’t sure how he would respond to seeing you in his bed. He rubbed his eyes and swung his feet off the side of the bed. He moved his right hand over to his bedside table but bumped your arm in the process and you both froze as soon as you made contact.

Bucky’s eyes shot wide open and he whipped his head towards you who could not have looked more terrified of what would happen or more embarrassed of the fact that you were in his bed. He was frozen in that state for a solid 20 seconds before he softened slightly, as did you.

“So…” you squeaked out awkwardly.

“Um, hey.” Bucky chuckled awkwardly and then scratched the back of his neck and looked away from you down to his lap. “So, can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, I guess,” you replied, already knowing what his question will be.

“What exactly are you doing in my bed?” he said, with his eyes squinted in curiosity and a bit of amusement on his face.

“Well… it was the middle of the night last night and I heard you making noises so I came over to check on you and you were thrashing a bit and seemed to be having a nightmare again so I tried to calm you down and I ended up under you but you calmed down and then I was stuck under you so I fell asleep and now here we are.”

You basically said the run on sentence in 5 seconds so you weren’t sure if Bucky understood any of it but by the look on his face, he seemed to have gotten parts of it.

He was quiet for a couple of minutes but then quietly asked a question, his face void of emotion.

“How loud was I?”

You looked at him with sympathy even though you knew he wouldn’t want your sympathy. He refused to look at you and just stared at his wall where his dresser and closet were.

“To be honest, you were quieter than I expected but it was 3 in the morning and there was no other noise for me to hear. It was mainly you just thrashing and making a few noises here and there.”

He looked over at you and said “Don’t be gentle about it. How was it really?”

“You think I’m lying to you about this? I’m serious Bucky, it was one of the better nightmares you’ve had in terms of noise. Something was obviously bothering you but only your body seemed to be reacting.”

You took a deep breath and continued, “I told you that I understand what it’s like to have nightmares so frightening that you either can’t move or can’t stop moving. I heard you and it was like my body moved before I could think about what I was doing. Next thing I knew, I was wrapping my arms around you and rubbing your arms to try and calm you down.”

You found yourself blushing at that and you were no longer looking at Bucky but now down at your lap from embarrassment. You heard him scoot closer toward you on the bed and he was now sitting next to you, his feet right next to yours, dangling off the bed.

You continued on, trying to ignore to close proximity of your bodies, “After a while, you calmed down but you fell asleep on top of me. I didn’t want to disturb you because you were finally sleeping again but I wasn’t sure how you’d react when you woke up and found me in your bed.”

“Well, I was a bit alarmed at first. But now, now that I know why and how you’re here I don’t quite mind. Besides, you seem to make a pretty good cuddler which I can now say from experience.”

You looked at Bucky and he was now smirking at you while you happened to be as pink as cotton candy. You quickly looked back down at your lap and tried to explain how sorry you were at the awkwardness of the situation.

“Listen, Bucky-”

“James.”

You felt his hand on your knee and you looked back up at him.

“My real name is James Buchanan Barnes. Most people call me Bucky, it’s been my nickname since I was a kid. But with people I like and I’m comfortable with, I prefer them to call me James.”

Your mouth was parted open slightly in surprise for one that Bucky was comfortable around you and two that he likes you.

“Buck- sorry, James. We’ve only known each other for a week or two. Why do you already trust me?”

He paused, obviously not expecting your question and you felt bad immediately asking the question.

“You don’t have to-”

“No, it’s okay. I want to.” He took a paused and closed his eyes; your eyes never wavered from his face and his expression.

“There is just something about you and our energy together that I find comfortable. Most people I shy away from because they shy away from me, but you; you treated me like everyone else which is all I’ve wanted since I joined this team. Everyone knows about my past and everyone knows how difficult it is for me to open up, so they just avoid the topic of my past altogether. But you just looked past all of it.”

You shrugged gently, “Well James, I didn’t know you had a troubled past.”

His face dropped as did his shoulders, “Oh. Well, if you’d rather not get involved…”

“No! No, actually I find you really interesting and very nice.” You set your hand on his leg this time and looked him dead in the eyes, and he looked back with hope in his expression. “Every part of you.”

You smiled at each other and your hand was still on his arm but you took it off to lay your head on his shoulder.

“And James?”

“Yes?”

“If you’re ever comfortable with telling me about your past or need to talk about something, I’m always up for it. I’m comfortable with you too.”

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“Call me Y/N/N.”

You felt him chuckle and say, “Okay. Anything you want.”

You sat in silence with one another for a few minutes before you stood up and said goodbye to Bucky, off to get ready for the long day ahead.

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“Where were you this morning?” Wanda whispered to you on the way to training.

“I was really tired and I happened to sleep in a bit.”

Wanda looked at you questioningly. “Y/N, I went to your room this morning so we could go to breakfast this morning but you weren’t there.”

Your eyes widened and you scratched your arm and avoided Wanda’s eyes. “Oh.”

You looked in front of and behind you in the hallway to see if anybody was near; Falcon and Mr. Rogers were a little bit ahead of you but nobody was behind so you pulled Wanda into a small room. She yelped a bit and you put your hand over her mouth to make her be quiet.

You took your hand off and Wanda was already talking, “What was that for?”

“Listen, the reason I wasn’t in my room this morning sounds strange but really isn’t all that bad. I just don’t want anyone else knowing besides James and I.”

“James?” Wanda asked questioningly.

“Sorry, Bucky.”

“Wait, he lets you call him James now?!?!?!?”

“Yes, yes but that’s not that point. The point is the reason because I wasn’t in my room last night and this morning; I heard Bucky in the middle of the night. I couldn’t sleep and I heard him grunting and thrashing so I went to check on him and he was having a pretty bad nightmare. It was almost like my body moved before I could think but next thing I know, I’m underneath him and holding him to calm him down and it worked but I got stuck. He fell asleep on top of me and it was 3 a.m. so I just happened to fall asleep too until Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers found us.”

Wanda blinked a couple of times, hopefully processing the word vomit that just happened and then she spoke again.

“So you were in Bucky’s room helping him overcome a nightmare and cuddling him?”

You shrugged and blushed, not that Wanda could see in the dark room. “Yes?”

“Oh, alright then. Wait, did you say Tony and Steve saw you two??”

“Um, yeah.”

Wanda paused and then started laughing and snorted once or twice. “And how did that go?” she said, gasping in between words to breathe.

You started laughing too at Wanda’s ridiculous laugh, “Not well. They basically trampled each other when Bucky started to wake up.”

You and Wanda were laughing even harder now until you were both out of breath and leaning on the room’s walls. You hadn’t noticed till now that you’d pushed her into a closet full of cleaning supplies and it was a fairly large closet. You also noticed how close you’d grown to Wanda over the past two weeks you’d been here and how it felt nice to have a best friend.

Knock knock knock… “Are you guys okay? Hello??”

You and Wanda both froze when you heard someone right outside the door of the closet. The voice was muffled so you couldn’t quite tell who it was but it was definitely male. They’ve must’ve heard us laughing, you thought to yourself.

Wanda signaled to you that you were both going to hide on either side of the door and Wanda would open it to scare whoever was on the other side. You grinned at one another and counted down 3...2...1!

“AAHAHHAHAHH!!!” you both shrieked at the young spiderling who was on the other side of the door in his pajamas but just so happened to have his web shooters on and blasted both of you to the ceiling.

Once Peter had calmed down, he looked up and realized it was you and Wanda.

“Oh crap. I’m so sorry! I didn’t know it was you guys!” he said to you both a good 5 five up from the teenager.

You and Wanda both looked at each other and burst out laughing, knowing neither of you would have any trouble getting out of the webs, but before you could do anything you heard Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers coming down the hallway and stopping suddenly when they saw you three.

What an interesting sight this must be, you thought to yourself.

“Mr. StARk!” Peter said, his voice cracking from embarrassment.

Tony looked at Peter, crossed his arms and said trying not to laugh, “Dude.”

Mr. Rogers had already doubled over laughing at the cherry-faced Peter and the sight of you and Wanda webbed to the ceiling.

You quickly changed form into an owl and ripped through the webbing with your talons and floated down to land on Mr. Rogers’ shoulder.

“It’d be much more amusing you know if you were a bald eagle,” Mr. Rogers said.

At that you hit him with your wing and flew down to the ground and changed back to a human, still laughing to the point where your stomach hurt.

Wanda had now joined you and she was still snorting too.

Tony shoved Peter and told him to go get dressed, to which he walked down back to his room and both of the men turned to you.

“Why do you have to mess with the poor kid?” Mr. Stark said smirking.

“Okay, to be fair we didn’t know it was him,” Wanda said putting her hands on her hips.

“Why did you have to smack me with your wing?” Mr. Rogers said rubbing his neck.

“Because it was funny,” you said. No matter how old you are or will be, nothing would ever be as fun as messing with people; something you and Wanda would enjoy doing with one another from now on.

“Go on, you need to get ready for the training session today.” Mr. Rogers said.

“Hey Y/N, hold back for a sec, we need to talk.” Mr. Stark said to you.

Wanda went ahead back to her room, while you stayed with your mentors.

“Listen, about this morning,” you started.

“It’s alright. Buck said that you to already talked. You did scare the crap out of him though.” Mr. Rogers said.

“Yeah, I know. I didn’t mean too. But I really liked talking to him and we’re comfortable around one another.”

“I know, I just wanted to you to know that everything is fine and to say thank you. I’ve never seen him grow close with someone so quickly, let alone understand him.”

You keep having to remind yourself that even though these two men were your mentors and Wanda was your friend, you were an adult now. You weren’t a kid who couldn’t control her powers, that was years ago. You were now in control with yourself and you could control your own life. And yes even though Steve and Bucky were best friends, you still saw Steve as your mentor and Bucky as your friend. Nothing more.

Well, not now at least…

“So James is alright?”

“James?”

You mentally scolded yourself for letting that slip out again. “Bucky, I mean.”

Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers exchanged a look at that one but shook it off. “Yes, he’s alright and he wanted me to talk to you to make sure you’re okay.”

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay. Thanks.”

“Well alright, you better go get ready for training today,” Mr. Stark said.

“See you later, “ you said.

While walking back to your room, a million thoughts were running through your head before you remembered who you were training with today.

James.

Oh shit.

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[just-jordie-things]

Camping Trips - Stiles Stilinski

word count: 1862 warnings: swearing a/n: you’re scott’s werewolf twin sister and stiles’ gf :) requested by anon!

“Did we have to leave so early?” You whined, dragging your feet as you wrapped your blanket tighter around yourself.  Your brother rolled his eyes, claiming the backseat of the jeep and laying across it.

“If we wanna get a good spot in the woods, yes” Scott told you, fluffing his pillow on the car seat.  You headed to the passengers side of the vehicle.  Only to find the door already being held open for you by your amazing boyfriend, Stiles.

“Mm thanks” You said, sleepily kissing his cheek before climbing in.

“Who says chivalry’s dead” Stiles said with a wink.  You were too tired to respond, so he just tucked  your blanket around you and found a way to  buckle you in without making you uncomfortable.  “Get some sleep” He reached across and pecked your cheek

He closed the door and quickly walked around the other side.  He got in and turned the key a few times before the engine started.

“Hey wait” Scott said, lifting his head just enough so Stiles could could see him in the rear view mirror.  “You can’t go yet, you didn’t tuck me in and kiss me” He said with a whine and a snicker.

“Fuck off” You muttered, curling up in the seat for better sleep.  “All the stuff’s in the back right?”

“Yep” Stiles answered.  “Scott and I piled all the bags and stuff in last night when you passed out on the recliner” Scott chuckled from the back.

“How much fun can she be camping if she sleeps through everything?”

“Fuck off Scott” You gritted.  A small growl left your lips.  Stiles reached his hand over the console as he rubbed your arm gently.

“Okay okay you two, both of you go to sleep and behave or I’m turning Roscoe around!”

“Stiles, babe, we’re not even out of your neighborhood yet” You said, making both you and Scott laugh.

“For God’s sake just sleep” Stiles groaned.

An hour later, you were eating a pack of Twizzlers while Scott belted out the lyrics to Cool for the Summer.

You looked over to Stiles.  

“I’m your favorite twin, right?” You asked, gesturing to the backseat where your brother was being a dumb ass.  Stiles rolled his eyes.

“What!? She’s your favorite? You were my friend first!” Scott exclaimed.

“Hey hey hey!” Stiles yelled, ready to slam on the horn.  “It changes... here and there” Stiles said, pursing his lips and bopping his head back and forth as he pulled up to a stop light.

“Oh please!” Scott waved his hand dramatically.  “What can she do for you that I can’t do better?” 

You and Stiles turned to look at Scott, silently staring.

“Well, I can think of a few things” Stiles stated.  “But hey if you wanted to test it out man-”

“No, no, just stop” Scott sighed, laying back down along the backseat row.  “I’m going back to sleep.  Don’t wake me till we’re there”

And with that, Scott put in his earbuds, cranked up his music, and closed his eyes.  You looked over at Stiles for a moment, then curled back up in your seat, enjoying the silence that followed.

Another hour passed of you and Stiles making small talks and mini naps.  As well as you insisting on driving so Stiles could rest, but he’d never let another person drive his baby.

“Scott! Scotty hey wake up buddy!” Stiles said as he began the route through the woods.  The alpha jumped up mid snore.

“Wha-what? Are we here?” Stiles chuckled and shook his head.

“Not yet really, but I thought you’d like to help pick out the spot” Stiles said.  Scott turned and looked out the window.

“That clearing right there, with the trees”

“With the trees?” You snorted.  “Scotty, we’re in the woods” 

“Leave me alone I’m helping” Scott mumbled.  Stiles pulled over in the spot and parked.  You smiled at him, and got out of the car without a word, already going around the back to open up the trunk.  You grabbed both of the bags containing the tents, as well as as many blankets as you could stack up in your arms.  You were thankful that the boys had seemed to pack all of them.

“Oh hey” You heard Stiles say, and turned to where his voice was.  Not that you could see over the pile of fabrics.  He took a few, enough that you could see.

“Haha, thanks Stiles” You said, and earned a kiss in response.

“Welcome” He said, already heading over to the small clearing, and laing down a bunch of them.  You followed after, and could hear Scott carrying things behind you.

“Hey, uh, guys?” Scott called.

“Yeah buddy?” Stiles replied as you began laying down blankets with Stiles.

“Where’s the other tent?” Scott asked.  You cocked your head to the side.

“What do you mean?” Scott chuckled, setting his things down and settling his hands on his hips.  “Well, one two three..” He pointed at each of you, then looked at the two cases of tents in your arms.  “One... Two” He finished.

“Oh, well y/n and I were just gonna share one” Stiles shrugged, taking one of the tents from you to set it up.  “I mean, we’re past the asking for your blessing to sleep with your sister, right?”

“It’s just... I don’t know I thought we’d all be separate tonight” Scott said with a shrug.

“Oh me too” You said, and walked over to Stiles, who was on his hands and knees setting up the tent.  “But Stiles got too scared” You said in yur best baby voice, pinching his cheeks.

“Ha.  Ha” He monotoned, and you giggled.  Scott went back to setting up the other tent.  Which he finished before Stiles could even understand what the instructions were saying.

“Do we need firewood or something?” Scott asked.

“Oh yeah! That’d be great” Stiles grinned, and Scott high fived him on his way to scavenge in the woods for such.  As soon as he had left, you wandered over to Stiles, and helped him set up the tent.

“Something’s wrong with Scott” You told him, and he stopped trying to set it up.

“What do you mean?”

“I feel like he’s... lonely” You said softly.  Stiles watched you intently as you propped up the tent, locking the pegs in place.

“You think e’s lonely? He just spent two hours in the car with us-”

“Stiles” You said softly as you finished the tent.  “Think of it this way” You walked over and stood in front of him.  “He had, what you and I have now” You gestured between you.  “He had all of the sparks and laughs and random late night ‘let’s stay awake for no reason and talk about the random things’ he had everything in his hands, and then she died” Stiles sighed, already seeing where you were going with this.  “He got it again, took him forever to let it happen but it did” You murmured.  “And she had to leave too” Stiles breathed out heavily, looking at the ground.

“I see” He sighed.  You smiled sadly and took both of his hands.

“He lost this,” You squeezed his hands, staring into his eyes, then placed a quick but soft kiss on his lips.  “Twice, Stiles” You said quietly.  “And I know he’s my brother, and we argue, and fuck, he can be a real stick in my ass, especially with those morals” You and Stiles both laughed quietly.  “But... but maybe tonight we really all stick together?”

“I can agree to that” He said, releasing your hands to pull you in for a hug.  “But now what about that rendez vous?” You chuckled, and tilted your head back to look up at him.  You almost had to do it all the way.

“Well maybe” You murmured lowly.  “If you do this solid for me..” You leaned up, planting a small kiss on his cheek before brushing your lips against his ear.  “Then when we get back to Beacon Hills... I’ll do that thing you like...” You didn’t see Stiles’ brows raise dramatically, but you figured he had some kind of contorted expression right now.  “In a certain Leia costume I ordered a bit back”

“Holy shit you didn’t-” Stiles let go of you to look you in the eye again.

“Thought it’d be a good birthday present” You said with a wink.  Stiles grinned, his hands cupping your face.  “God I love you” He said, pulling your lips against his quickly and passionately.

“Okay guys I- WOAHLY SHIT!” You sprung off of Stiles, spinning around to see your brother with a heap of wood in his arms.  “Jesus, I’m gone for a few minutes and you’re all over each other!” You laughed and shook your head, then walked over to Scott.

“Come on you big dummy, just give me some of that to carry” You took a big stack out of his arms and put it in the ring.

It was late, but you weren’t sure what time it was.  It had been a while since you’d checked your phone.  You were too busy being cuddled into Stiles’ side, playing catch using marshmallows with Scott, except with your mouths instead of your hands.  It was quiet, no one really talked, but that was okay.  You were enjoying the quiet and warmth.

After a while, Scott stood up, and headed for his tent.

“Hey- hey Scott?” You called, and he turned back.

“Yeah?” You bit your lips for a second.  “You okay?”

“Yeah it’s just uh... do you want to stay in our tent tonight? Like a sleepover that we used to?” 

Scott looked between you and Stiles for a moment, then smiled slowly.

“I’d really like that” He said, and Stiles shot up from next to you.

“Sleepover!?” He yelled ecstatically, rushing into the tent to set up all the blankets and sleeping bags.  Scott chuckled, and wandered over to you as you put out the fire.

“Thank you” He said.  You looked at him with a smile.

“No prob, we haven’t had a sleepover since the ninth grade-”

“I mean for earlier” Scott said, and again your head shot up, but faster, bearing an expression of surprise.

“Oh I... I didn’t know you heard that” You said quietly.  Scott chuckled and held his arms out.

“Come ‘mere” He said, and you hugged him tightly.  “And by the way, you’re a wider stick in the ass” 

“Way to ruin the moment” You muttered, pulling out of the embrace.  “But still.  You’re my brother.  And I’m obligated to love you” He laughed.

“Oh yeah, and I’m the moment ruiner” Scott laughed at you.  You smiled softly.

“I know you miss them but you won’t talk about it” You said in a quiet voice.  He gave you a sad smile.

“I don’t have to worry about it.  I have you guys” He assured.  “And you two wackos are all I need”

You hugged him again before you both went into the tent.

And the night ended with a lovely argument over who got to cuddle with Stiles.

no sweet note here but... scott never did really mourn for kira. not that she died but like ??? she just dropped off the show completely.  did he even know they used her sword to get theo back? wouldn’t that arise some kind of feeling of remorse in him? idk it’s 2:15 AM and i’m starving so maybe i’m delusional

xoxo ~ jordie

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[fictionalabyss]

It’s taboo.

Pairing : DeanxReader, Sam

Words : 2,252

Warnings : kink, adult breastfeeding, no smut.

A/N : I read a thing the other day, and felt the urge to write a kink fic that was more fluff then smut. We write far too much smut haha.

Part 1 of It’s Taboo.

Dean.

Dean was sitting in a diner the first time he saw you. He was focused on the pie, the best damn apple pie he’d had in weeks. But when he saw you in his peripheral vision, you had his attention. You were curvy, a bit short and long curly hair, jean shorts, and a t-shirt cut to hang off your shoulder on one side. He watched you place a box on the counter, and when it opened, it revealed more pies.

“Thanks for this, Y/N.” The waitress smiled. “He won’t be back for a few more days, and that was the last slice of pie. He won’t tell anyone the recipe.”

You laughed. “No, he wouldn’t. He thought that recipe was gone for good when our grandma died. There’s no way he’s letting anyone else get their hands on it. If you need more tomorrow let me know.”

The waitress thanked you again and you left. Deans eyes following you as you  headed down the street. He prayed he’d see you again.

And he did, a few times around town. Always in passing. And he never got the nerve to just talk to you.

“Sam, where the hell do you keep disappearing to?” They were in town a week so far, and 4 days now Sam had simply vanished for a few hours if they weren’t busy.

“Don’t worry about it.” Sam told him, grabbing his jacket. “Just a bit of me time. You usually hit the bar anyways. I’ll be back in a few hours.

Dean cocked his eyebrow as Sam left. "Like fuck.” He grabbed his jacket and decided to see where his brother was off to. He followed Sam for a solid 40 minutes before Sam ducked into a building that looked almost like it might be a strip club. “Why would he hide that?” Dean went in, and got confused as he entered a lobby.

Sam heard his boots and turned. “Dean?! What the hell?” His face went red.

“Sammy, what is this place?” There were velvet curtains, dim lights and plush chairs all over the lobby. Women and men in various shades of dress or costumed. Halls and halls of doors, almost like a hotel.

“It’s uh..” He rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s a Fetish club Dean.. Different rooms, different fantasies to live out..” Deans eyebrows shot up.

“Sam? Back again.” Sam turned and smiled at the woman behind the desk. “Brought a friend this time?”

“Yeah.. and Uh.. no. This is my brother Dean. Apparently, he followed me.”

“Hello brother Dean.” She eyed him up and down. “Same thing as yesterday?” Sam nodded. “She’s going to be really glad to see you again. She’s been gushing about you since you left.”

Sam chuckled. “Is she free right now?” He got a nod in response. “Thanks Jamie, you’re a doll.” He kissed her cheek. “You staying or leaving Dean?” Dean was too busy looking around to notice. Sam just sighed and headed off.

It wasn’t long until he heard the front door open and a voice he recognized. “Hey, sorry I’m a bit late. Is he in yet?”

“No sweetie. He called to cancel. His wife found out he’s been coming here and got pissed.”

Dean turned as your shoulders slumped. “Guess I just lost a regular, huh?” Jamie gave you a sad smile and a nod. “Well, I’m in. If anyone shows up, send ‘em in. Looks like the next few hours are open. And I’m full.” Dean watched you grab a drink from a fridge behind the desk before walking away and disappear into a room at the far end of the hall.

Jamie chuckled. “Find something you like, handsome?”

“Her..” He breathed out moving towards the desk. “Her, I want her.”

“Do you know what she does?”

Dean shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. I need to see her.”

Jamie sighed, and pulled out some paperwork. “Fill these out.” He looked at her confused. “Liabilities and shit. We’re a fetish club, sweetheart. Things can get rough, for both parties. Like the room your brother is in. Plus payment info.” Dean nodded and moved to the side filling it all out.

Reader Pov.

You got comfy in the bed in your room, and started flipping through Netflix and sipped your chocolate milk. You were sad your regular cancelled. He was a decent tipper, plus he sometimes brought you sweet gifts. And you didn’t have to fuck him. You heard a soft knock at your door, which surprised you. You were kind of a taboo fetish, not many people asked for you. “Come in?”

When the door opened, your jaw almost dropped. You had seen him in the lobby, and in passing around town. “Uh, hey..” He looked so nervous.

“First time huh?” He nodded. “Shut the door, sit and relax. I don’t bite.” You pat the bed next to you.

He shut the door and looked around nervously. “Should I..” He motioned towards his clothes.

“You have no idea what I do, do you?” He shook his head, his cheeks going bright pink. “Then why are you here.. What is your fetish, or kink.. You might be in the wrong room.”

“No, I’m in the right one. I’ve seen you around.” He smiled. “I uh.. was a bit too shy to talk to you, which isn’t something I’m use to. So when I saw you here.. Wait, what do you do? Fuck?”

You shook your head. “I don’t fuck clients.” That made him really confused. You chuckled. “Sit, relax, pick something to watch. If your paying for time with me, you might as well finally talk to me.”

He sat next to you and took the remote. and flipped around a bit. “Age of Ultron?” You nodded. He smile and started it. “So what do you do other then sit and watch Netflix, and not fuck people. You don’t look like a dominatrix..”

You smiled softly. “Adult breastfeeding.”

“Wait what?”

You chuckled. “That’s a tame version of the reaction I usually get.” You smiled at him.

“So you like.. baby people, what is that called.. Age play?”

You shook your head. “No, that’s down the hall.” He looked more confused. “I uhm. I relax, read, talk, watch movies or shows, whatever the person wants me to do with them, I do while they suckle on my breast. We just relax, and bond. I don’t get walk-ins really, unless it’s someone new, and they usually become a regular.”

“Huh..” He looked at the TV for a second. “Wait, you have a kid? I’ve never seen you with one.” You shook your head. “Then how..”

“Induced lactation. I had an ex who was really into it. It kind of stuck with me when I moved here. And this place offered me space.” He was staring at your breasts. “You want to try, don’t you.” His eyes shot up and met yours. “Judgment free here. What’s your name? You can give me a fake one if you want.”

“Dean.. My names Dean. You’re Y/n right?”

You nodded. “Well Dean. Since you seem a bit curious but uncomfortable, I’m going to take my top off. We’ll sit here and watch the movie. You can touch my breasts if you want, feel how heavy they are. If you decide to give it a try, go for it. Just be aware, they are full. If you squeeze, I will lactate on your hand.”

He nodded, and licked his lips as you pulled your shirt up and over your head. You weren’t wearing a bra underneath. When you were very full, putting one on in the morning could be painful, so you’d wait until you got some milk out. Your bra was waiting in your purse for later, along with a pump in case this guy didn’t go for it.

His hand came out and cupped your breast. “That is heavy.. What would you do, I mean, if I don’t..”

“Pump.” You smiled. “Anything I pump, I bring to the hospital. Abandoned babies, NICU, mothers who want breast milk but can’t supply..”

He nodded, and you both turned your attention back to the TV. He absentmindedly massage your breast, and it started to leak. He looked down when he felt it running over his hand. He wanted to taste it, but he wasn’t sure. He glanced at you, and you didn’t see to notice or care. This was normal for you. He raised his hand to his mouth and licked it.

“Not bad huh.” He glanced at you and you were smiling at him. His cheeks went pink. “It’s okay Dean. It’s new. I’m not forcing you into anything. Take your time.”

He started moving closer bit by bit as you watched the movie. You smiled softly to yourself. You know it was coming. You could tell he’d give it a try eventually. “Wanna cuddle? You’re paying for cuddles you aren’t getting.”

“I can cuddle.” He smiled. He thought you would cuddle to him, but you grabbed the pillows and shifted so you were laying sideways across the bed.

“Come on.” You opened up your arms, and he didn’t object. He laid down next to you, his head on your shoulder, as your arm went around him and you watched the movie. He glanced up at you, before looking back at the TV.

About fifteen minutes later, he was absentmindedly massaging your breast again, making it leak. He leaned down to lick it off his hand again, and his tongue brushed your nipple. You hummed softly at the contact, barely audible, but he heard it. That’s all it took, that slight encouragement, and his mouth wrapped around your nipple. He didn’t flick his tongue, he didn’t nibble or play, he simply massaged your breast and lapped up what leaked out.

“Suck softly.” You told him. “No teeth please. Just relax and let it happen.”

He suckled gently at your breast, oddly enjoying this. He glanced up at you, and you smiled at him and started running your fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes with a soft moan, before opening them again and watching the movie.

After a while you glanced down again. “Switch sides?” He let your nipple fall out of his mouth, and noticed the size difference between your two breasts.

“Yeah. Switch sides.” He moved to let you sit up, and you moved to the other side of the bed, so he could have the other breast but still watch the rest of the movie. This time, there was no hesitation as he latched on and started to suckle. Your fingers going through his hair again, your nails lightly scraping his scalp. You hadn’t even known him an hour, but you knew that as something he loved.

Eventually, that nipple left his mouth too, but he continued to cuddle you and watch the movie, your fingers continuing to massage his scalp as he wrapped his arm around you and his thumb brushed back and forth over your ribs.

Sam came out of the room he had been in with a smile. He headed for the front desk, and looked around. “My brother left?”

“No, Sweetie, he’s in one of the rooms. Been 2 hours now.” Jamie winked at him

“Really?” Sam’s eyebrows shot up. He wasn’t too surprised. This place had everything, and Dean was known to try things.

“He was real taken with her, too. Didn’t even care what service she was offering. Just demanded to see her.”

“Who’s he with?” Sam had tried a few rooms, and knew a few people in them.

“Y/n.” Jamie answered with a smile. That was a room Sam hadn’t tried yet. He’s seen people go in, and come out happy though. Maybe he’d try it next time. He shrugged and paid, signing the credit card receipt and leaving a decent tip.

When the credits started to roll, Dean looked almost sad. “I guess I better get going huh. I already took up just over 2 hours of your day.” He gave you a smile as he sat up.

You nodded. “Unless you intend on spending a fortune just to lay around with me all day, that would be a good idea.” He chuckled and got up off the bed. He moved and stood close to the door, watching you as you put your shirt back on.

When you stood and headed for the door, he stepped aside to let you open it. He took a step out before turning back to you. “So, you don’t fuck customers.. Is it safe to assume you don’t date them either?” You chuckled and nodded. He licked his lips before giving you a sheepish grin “What if I promise to never come back?”

Your chuckle turned into a soft laugh. “Good bye, Dean.”

“I will be seeing you again.” He promised, a smile on his face as he headed down the hall with his hands in his pockets. He stopped at the front desk. “Is she in tomorrow?”

“If she has a reason to be.” Jamie told him.

“She does now. Same time tomorrow.”

“Find something you like in here?” Dean turned and Sam stood from the over stuffed chair he had been sitting in.

“Yeah Sammy.” He grinned as he paid. “I found something I like.” He signed the receipt, and walked out with a smile. Jamie’s eyes went wide when she saw the huge tip he’d left you.

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[fallen029]

Of Mistrust and Guitar Lessons

It was the understatement of the year to say that Levy was suspicious. It was also an understatement, however, to say that she was embarrassed for feeling that way.

"I know, Lulu, that it sounds crazy, but I just-"

"Not at all," Lucy had assured her one day after the script mage spilled her guts on what was bothering her the past few days. "But you know what? I think don't think he's doing anything. So don't worry about it."

But she did worry about it. Constantly. Every single time he left the apartment early or came back late. And then there was the fact that he came home smelling of…of some sort of perfume. It was familiar, but she just couldn't place it.

And she asked Lily about it. Or, rather, she cried to the former Edolas inhabitant, who only patted her on the head as he stood on the table she was laying it against, sobbing.

"There is no one, Levy," he began, "that Gajeel loves more than you. You know that. And trust me! He is the only man I hold in higher regard than myself. So do not fret any longer."

But even his words meant little to her. And as she laid in bed next to the Iron Dragon Slayer every night, it was all she could do not to just vent to him. To express to him how she had been feeling.

Yet she couldn't. She'd let him kiss her cheek and snuggle her at night as she laid there, in the darkness, staring up at the ceiling, listening to him breathing. Was someone else doing the same? At different times? Laying there with him, cuddling in the way that she just knew would kill him if it got out? Did he tell her that he loved her too? That she was the only one that he ever let in? That it was him, her, and their kitty till the end? Let her rub his tummy when he got back from the train station, kiss and snuggle him until he felt better?

Was she his shrimp too?

Was she? She really, really needed to know.

It was eating her alive, the not knowing. And it was obvious to most everyone that something was off with her. Especially Droy and Jet, but she'd never tell them what her problem was. Not when it was something like that. They'd tried for years to get her to see that he was no good for her, so it just wasn't a feasible to mention to them that he might be cheating on her. No, she couldn't do that.

But even if he wasn't, something was up. Because Gajeel was…different. Not as attentive. Granted, he wasn't the sharpest nail in the box, but he was usually pretty observant. About her anyhow. He knew when she was mad at him, could tell when something was upsetting her. They spent nearly every hour together when one wasn't out on a job. They'd go out to eat, she'd force him to go shopping, he'd take her to see plays even though he hated them. They did everything together. They loved each other.

Or at least she thought they did.

It drove her insane, practically, the thought of it possibly being true. Insane enough that she found herself, one day after Gajeel disappeared, recruiting the help of two other people.

"Please?" she begged. "Really, I-"

"Why would I ever help you?" Laxus snorted, looking off as he crossed his arms over his chest, the coat hanging off his shoulders fluttering in the wind. "Like I care about you and stupid Gajeel."

"I care," Natsu said ecstatically as he nodded his head. "I just, uh, don't really get what we're doing."

"I want you two to help me trail him," she said then, quickly. "You can do it, huh? With your dragon nose or whatever?"

"I could," Laxus grumbled. "But I ain't."

"Don't you worry, Levy," Natsu said, grinning at her as they stood outside the guildhall, people milling around. "You're safe with me! We'll figure out exactly where he's going, when he's going, and with who. You can trust us!"

"You," Laxus said simply before turning to walk away. "I have shit to do."

"What could be more important than helping one of our friends figure out…" Natsu looked to Levy. "What are we doing again?"

"Anything," Laxus grumbled. "Anything would be more important. I would risk the chance of being executed over doing this."

Natsu blinked while Levy only rolled her eyes. Then the Salamander reached over to toss an arm around her.

"Don't worry, Levy. You're in good hands with me," he said, grinning at her. "And since Lucy's busy today-"

"Busy? With what?"

"Did I say busy? I meant has kicked me out of her apartment and won't let me come back in."

Levy only sighed, glancing after Laxus before shaking her head. Natsu would have to do.

"He's at the apartment right now. Or he was, before," she said, glancing at the man who still had an arm around her. He was busy biting the nails on his other hand. "Natsu?"

"Hmmm?"

"Did you hear me? He's at the apartment."

"Who is?"

Rolling her eyes, she slipped out of his grasp. "Just come on, Natsu. I'll explain on the way."

"Right on," he agreed, heading after her. "Just let me go get Happy, huh? He's in the guild right now, with Wendy and Carla. He-"

"Wendy," Levy said then. "Yeah, get them too. Or at least Wendy. She can replace Laxus."

"Sure, sure," he said with a shrug. "Whatever you want."

So that's how they ended up, the five of them, walking down the streets of Magnolia. And even though Levy thoroughly liked the two dragon slayers and their Exceed companions, she never could say that she really hungout with them one on one. Err, one on four. But hey, she was desperate.

"I dunno," Wendy was saying as they headed towards Gajeel and Levy's apartment building. "Isn't this kinda…bad? Spying on Gajeel? I mean-"

"Nah, Wendy," Natsu said with a shake of his head. "That's not what we're doing at all."

"It's not?"

"No." Then he paused and glanced at Levy. "Is it?"

She only sighed while Carla took to speaking for her.

"It is precisely what we're doing," she said as she flew along above their heads, Happy with her. "And also deplorable. Honestly, Levy, if you suspect your boyfriend of cheating on you, the best, most mature way to handle it would be for you to confront him in an even manner and allow-"

"Yeah, but then Natsu and I wouldn't be able to have any fun," Happy complained. "I think this is a great idea, Levy."

She only sighed, wrapping her arms around herself. To Carla, she said, "But if he was, then what would he do, but lie to me? So what would that prove?"

"I just find this highly immature."

"Immature's my middle name," Natsu told them all happily. "Or at least that's what Lucy says."

"No," Wendy sighed. "She says Natsu, you're so immature."

"Same thing."

Levy ignored the rest of them then as they went along. She was worried about them possibly running into Gajeel before they had a chance to follow him. That would ruin everything. And she really needed to know, truly needed to know, that day. Not the next or the one after that. She was going insane with no solid proof. And sure, she could have followed Gajeel herself, but that would have been riskier. He could have seen her or smelled her or something. No, she'd have to go with Natsu and Wendy, trailing blocks behind.

It was the only way.

Before they even got to he apartment, there was a change of plans. Or rather, they were all walking down the street when Natsu suddenly turned off, down another road.

"What are you doing?" Levy asked, heading after him. "Natsu?"

"You don't smell him? Wendy? His scent's fresh," he told them as he took a big whiff of the air. "This way, guys."

So it began. Levy reminded him not to follow too closely, but Natsu said he wasn't around. It was just a fresh scent. He'd been that way some time in the last twenty minutes or so.

It felt like the forever, the longer they walked along. Wendy eventually caught whiff of the scent as well, which excited the teenager. Her Exceed companion though, only shook her head.

Not that Levy cared. Carla could judge her all she liked. It didn't matter. If she found out that Gajeel wasn't cheating on her, she'd laugh it off and move on. Maybe even tell him so that he could laugh too and assure her that something like that would never happen.

The longer they walked though, the more nervous Levy became. Especially when she recognized the street they turned down.

"Isn't this-"

"There he is." Natsu pointed as they came to a stop in front of a house. "In…in Lisanna's house?"

Levy blinked then, as they stood there. It was risky, of course, as he could probably see them if he looked out a window, there on the sidewalk, but she wasn't thinking straight.

"No," Levy said softly. "Not Lisanna."

"Huh?" Natsu glanced at her as Wendy just looked fearful, no doubt thinking that there was about to be a big blowup or fight. She never rightly liked confrontations.

Levy swallowed. "I saw Lisanna up at the guild. You were with her before I got you. Remember?"

"Yeah, but-"

"And Elfman was with Ever," she went on. So he couldn't be hanging out with him (though that never really crossed anyone's mind).

"Then…" Natsu was thinking hard, but Wendy's already connected the dots.

"Mira wasn't at the guild today, was she?" Happy asked softly, more to Carla, as he came to rest atop Natsu's head. Still not connecting the dots, the Salamander only shrugged.

"Of course not. I can smell her in there too," he said as Wendy looked to Carla.

"Um…" She looked around. "I think we're gonna go. Didn't we have something to do today, Carla? Some-"

"Mirajane," Levy said slowly, still staring at the house. "And Gajeel."

Happy, who was usually overjoyed by such a dramatic twist, was currently only feeling crummy.

"Maybe we should go knock on the door," he suggested softly to Levy. "I'm sure there's an explanation. Huh?"

Yeah. Levy had lost out to the freaking model Mirajane in a war she didn't know she was fighting.

Part of her wanted to go over there and make a big scene. You know, the dramatic part of her. The other part had a much, much better idea.

Much.

"The fuck you idiots want?" Laxus grumbled later. They'd rushed back to the guild to find him. Err, Levy did. The others just wanted the heck out of there. And fast.

"Someone to explain this whole thing to me," Natsu sighed as he and Levy stood before Laxus' usual table. Happy had gone off with Wendy and Carla as they headed over to the table Erza and Gray were seated at. Even he wasn't love thirsty enough to stick around for the conclusion of what was going on. Because, even though he considered himself to be a practical idiot at times, he knew well enough what Levy was doing.

She was getting ready to tell Laxus Dreyar that his girlfriend was screwing around on him. That was not only more drama than Happy wanted, but also more than likely more bloodshed than he'd ever seen in his entire life.

Shiver.

"Go away, Natsu," Levy said simply, not even glancing at him. "Thanks for your help."

"No problem," he mumbled, dejectedly heading back over to Lisanna, who'd been waiting for him. What exact had happened?

"What do you want?' Laxus repeated, his tone still gruff, but his interest slightly growing. He had been seated with his feet kicked back on the table, leaning backwards in the chair. Once Natsu was gone though, he slammed his feet back down onto the ground, staring at Levy.

When she told him, well, it would be an understatement to say that he was a little upset. He was a lot upset. Fast. She hadn't even finished the whole tale before he was up and storming out of the guild, causing quite the scene as Levy headed after him.

"What was that about?" Lisanna asked Natsu as they sat together at a table. He glanced over before shrugging.

"Oh. It was that thing that I told you I didn't understand," he explained as he sat across from her. "With Mirajane and Gajeel and Levy and cheating and scents. I really don't-"

"Wait, what?" She cocked her head to the side. "What are you trying to tell me?"

"I dunno," he said with a shrug. "I think Mira and Gajeel are secretly dating or something. Anyhow, he's over at your house right now. He-"

"What? Natsu, that's not what they're doing," she said, looking back to the guildhall doors. Levy and Laxus were long gone by then though. "Honest. They're not."

And after she explained it all to him, Natsu only grinned and nodded.

"That makes a lot more sense," he agreed though Lisanna only shook her head. Mirajane was in for quite the surprise, she figured.

And she was. It shocked both her and Gajeel when the sound of banging could be heard on the front door of her usually calm house. She just lived there with her two siblings and, honestly, other than Laxus and Natsu, there were rarely any guests.

"Mira! You open this damn door!" Laxus was screaming as he, of course, was the one banging. He could smell Gajeel in there as well as Mira. Levy was standing beside him, trying to look as angry, but it was hard. Laxus looked downright pissed. Not cool or calm like usual.

It was Gajeel though who opened it. Before Levy could say anything or respond to his shocked look, Laxus had the other slayer by the collar and lifted him up. That alone was a feat, but Laxus wasn't done. He then rushed him over to the nearest wall in the house, slamming him up against it.

"What the-"

"The hell you think you get off? Huh?" Laxus' teeth were gnashing then, his canines being plainly shown off. "I'm going to fucking rip you to-"

"What's going on?" Mira was over on the couch in the living room, her guitar in her hand as she stared in shock. Her eyes shifted from Laxus and Gajeel to Levy. "What's wrong?"

Levy's mouth was dry then though. She'd worked up a whole speech to yell at Gajeel as well as Mira, who'd betrayed her just as deeply. But it was just…gone. From her mouth and memory. Nothing was coming out as she stood in the entranceway to the house.

"I'm gonna fucking-"

"Laxus," Mira finally got out as she stood, propping her guitar against the couch where another guitar sat. Another… Gajeel's guitar? "Behave!"

And even though he was pissed, even though he'd been ready to murder someone, that word was still one that Laxus was conditioned to. Mira said it to him enough. He dropped Gajeel, just like that before turning to look at her, though his eyes were still shaded over.

"You have ten fucking seconds, Mirajane, before I destroy this damn-"

"What is going on?" she asked, frowning at him before at Levy. "Honestly?"

"I-I," the other woman stuttered before coming further into the house. The shock was wearing off into anger once more. Right. Anger. That's the emotion she needed to keep. "I know that you've been cheating on me, Gajeel?"

Honestly, the man was trying to keep his own emotions in check then and not rip Laxus' head from his body.

"You what?" he growled as Laxus kept glaring at his own girlfriend. "Why would you-"

"You smell just like Mira every freaking night. And you are always gone. Always. And then I followed you here-"

"You what? You followed me? Shrimp, that's-"

"Don't call me that! And this is all your fault, Gajeel. Not mine. You-"

"How could you have him here, Mira?" Laxus growled as she moved to come over to him, staring at him with wide eyes. "Huh?"

"You think that I'm…" She giggled. "Laxus, honestly?"

"What?" he grumbled.

"You think that I would sleep with someone else? Gajeel? That if I did it would be-" She stopped herself with giggle. Laxus was still tense though.

"Why the hell is that funny?" Gajeel grumbled, turning his dark eyes from Levy to her. "Huh? What are you-"

"If you're not having sex then what are you doing?" Levy asked, her tone nearly as dark as Gajeel's then as she glared at Mira. She thought the whole thing was funny? Seriously? "Huh?"

"I'm fucking learning to play my damn guitar better, shrimp," he growled as he glared at her.

"You- What?"

Laxus blinked. Then he took a step closer to Mirajane, who was still giggling, and sniffed her. That made her giggle some more.

"You hardly have his scent on you," he mumbled. "But he smells like you."

"Not me," Mira said. "The house. It's that air freshener, I'm sure, that I use that you smell on him. Believe me, Laxus, I-" Then she stopped to laugh some more. "This is too funny. Wait till I tell Lisanna! And Elfman and Lucy and Natsu-"

"So you're not having sex with her? Or anyone?" Levy asked Gajeel who was still rubbing at his then sore neck.

"No," he growled, glaring at her. "And where do you think you get off, huh? Following me? Bringing that idiot here-"

"But… Why would you sneak around like this? You-"

"I was going to surprise you," he grumbled as she came closer to him. "I've been learning…songs to sing. For you. 'cause you said it embarrasses you when I get up in front of the guild. That you don't think I'm that good. And I thought- Hey! I ain't forgiven you yet."

It didn't matter. She'd launched herself into his arms and wasn't letting go. The animosity in the room was melting between them, but Laxus and Mira were still going strong.

"You were jealous, you were jealous," the barmaid taunted as her boyfriend only crossed his arms and looked off. "You were jealous, you were-"

"Shut the fuck up, Mira. Seriously. Before I-"

"Kiss me and tell me that you love me? Huh, Mr. Jealousy?" She bounced in front of him, but he wouldn't look at her. "So if I did cheat on you, what? Would you-"

"I'd fucking kill you."

"Would you try and win me back?" she kept up, disregarding his statement. "Buy me things? Or, ooh, would you try and-"

"If you don't shut up, I'm going to still kill you," he growled to which Mira giggled before moving to wrap her arms around him and kiss his cheek.

"How long have you thought this?" Gajeel was asking Levy softly at the same moment.

"A few weeks," she sniffled as she let him go. She was feeling…just emotional. No one emotion in particular. Just a bunch, all at once. Gajeel was losing his aggravation though, which was always good. "I even asked Lily about it, but he just told me not to worry."

Gajeel sighed, standing there for a moment before glancing over at Mirajane and Laxus. They looked like they were about to either murder one another or do some really inappropriate things. Not wishing to witness either, he rushed to get his guitar.

"Bye, Gajeel," Mira sang as he packed it up before heading to the door, throwing an arm over Levy's shoulders to pull her along with him. "Bye, Levy. Remember your next lesson is on Wednesday."

"The hell it is," Laxus growled, turning to glare at him two. "You're not allowed back in this house! Either of you!"

They closed the door on the way back, though Gajeel could still hear Mirajane giggling. The further they got from the house though, the more the giggles turned to something else and he immediately tried to focus on other things.

Like his shrimp. She was just walking along next to him, staring down at the ground, and even though he wanted to be pissed at her, and he was, she was still just that. His. And he didn't like to see her upset.

"Hey," he finally grumbled, reaching out with one hand to tap her on the head. When she looked up at him, he only grinned slightly. "When we get home, I'll play you what I've learned, huh?"

She only looked back down. "You're mad at me. I can tell. And I was wrong. I got so worked up over something that-"

"Shrimp," he finally grunted before knocking on her head a little harder. When she looked up, he said, "Don't beat yourself up. If I thought you were messing around, I'd… There wouldn't be any explaining it to me! I'd have done far worse."

That made her giggle slightly, sniffling. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He threw the arm that wasn't carrying his guitar case over her shoulders, pulling her close to him as they walked down the sidewalk. "So don't worry about it, alright?"

"'kay."

Leaning down, he kissed her head before shaking his own.

"If you wanna know the truth," he began slowly, making her glance up at him. "I don't think that Mira helped me that much."

"Oh, yeah?" Levy sighed.

"Yeah. I think that I'm, you know, way better than her. She really was just holding me back, I think."

Oh boy." Rolling her eyes, Levy couldn't help, but smiling slightly. Everything was right with the world again.

Finally.

#Gajevy #Gale #Miraxus #Levy McGarden #Gajeel #Gajeel Redfox #Mirajane #Laxus #Natsu #Happy Fairy Tail #Wendy Marvell #Fairy Tail #Fanfiction

[jurgenmeister-blog]

El Matador (Chapter 50)

Alexia's POV: 

 You know it's weird that when you're trying your hardest not to have a fight, that's when it seems easiest to cause one. Sergio and I had settled in for the night, his birthday fast approaching. We found ourselves in a very familiar position, but it wasn't enough to distract. 

I was trying to get into the moment with him. His soft lips were pressed against my skin as he took his sweet time. He knew I loved it when he took his time, making use of every sense I had. His hands moving this way and that along my body, massaging, rubbing, touching. It was all so delicate and sensual as he gently made love to me. 

 "I love you baby." He whispered breathlessly against my neck. I responded with a soft moan as my hands found their favorite spot. A small moan escaped his lips as I ran my fingers through his hair. As I tried to focus, the more I found myself unable to. Sergio had his face buried in my neck, slowly thrusting as he did so. I

 gently tugged at his hair, a little distracted after Iker's conversation. Were we solid together? As a couple? I wasn't sure, was Sergio still faking things or was it all real. I had so many questions whirling around my head I hadn't noticed I had stopped participating in our little game of adult twister. Sergio groaned slightly against me, sucking lightly on my skin.

 "Babe?" He asked in a soft tone.

 "Yeah love?" I acknowledged, feeling him stop his actions and slightly untangle himself from me. 

 "Are you alright? We can stop if you're not into it." He offered, seemingly a little off put. 

 "What? N-no it's fine." I said softly, gently stroking his cheek. 

 "Are you sure? You seem distracted." He mumbled the last part. "Look if I'm getting boring we can change it up..." Sergio trailed off. 

 "Sergio," I smiled and giggled. "You're not boring, you are FAR from it." I ran a hand through his soft hair as he rested his chin on my chest. 

 "Then what is it? Am I not getting you off?" He asked, worried about his performance. However that was far from my concern whenever we were intimate. He had quite the talent in the bedroom. 

 "It just seemed like you wanted something a little slower today..." Sergio pouted.

 "Baby, trust me, I am nothing but satisfied with you, it's just, I've got a lot going on and I'm a little distracted." I conceited. I didn't want to tell him about my conversation with Iker but I also didn't want to cause a fight. We had been working really hard on this surprise party and I didn't want to ruin that. 

 "Do you wanna stop?" He looked up at me with his big brown puppy dog eyes and I felt him go a little soft between my legs as our discussion continued. "It seems like Sergio junior already decided." I giggled and moved to sit up. 

 Sergio sighed heavily and moved to lay next to me. "I never leave my woman unsatisfied though. I can get it up." He offered. 

 "Baby it's alright, maybe later." I smiled and kissed his forehead as he looked down at his hands. "

So what's got you so occupied?" He asked me, looking over to see my facial reaction.

 "Just stuff Gio, it's nothing." I said hoping he'd drop it. I wasn't always the best at secrets, except for Sergio. However I didn't want to divulge any details of the party to him by accident.

 "Babe come on, you can tell me." He insisted, resting a hand on my thigh. "I'm here for you." He added.

 "Sergio, not now babe I'm tired." I pouted and slid down into the bed sheets. The party planning and the onslaught of questions from Iker had really stressed me out. 

"Just cuddle with me." I reached out for him. All I wanted was to feel Sergio pressed against me, holding me. 

 "I'm not really tired, I might go play FIFA or something." He shrugged. "Since you don't wanna talk." He added, hastily getting out of bed and pulling on his boxers.

 "Sergio come on." I whined. "Don't be like that." I complained.

 "Like what Alexia? Like what? I just wanted to talk with you after you've been gone and you're shutting me down and you don't even want to be intimate now either?" He asked, raising his voice ever so slightly. "Christ babe it's been weeks since we've had sex and this morning when I picked you up it was amazing and now..." he trailed off. 

 "Sergio all I said was that I had a lot on my mind and I was tired." I said tersely, frowning at him. 

 He pinched the bridge of his nose as he stood in the doorway. "Where did you go?" He asked. 

 "Huh?" I looked at him puzzled. "This afternoon after we were together, where did you go?" He asked again, slowly. I looked at him slightly shocked.

 "I'm sorry what? Are you accusing me of something?" I questioned, looking intensely at him. "Because if you are, you'd better choose your next words carefully. 

 "I'm just asking what you were up to Alexia, damn. You just seemed so quick to leave. No cuddling, no little kisses and giggles, no round two. That's not my girlfriend." He recounted. 

 "Not your girlfriend? Sergio are you kidding me right now? I went to lunch with a friend who I haven't seen in a while and the conversation we had ended up heavy. It took a lot out of me." I said softly, trying very hard to control my emotions. "I'm shocked you would even think I was hiding something from you. I don't understand where all this is coming from." I added. 

 "I just thought after a few months you'd be able to open up about stuff like that. I mean, I told you about my stuff." He looked down at the carpet. "I want to be there for you too if you'll let me." 

 "Sergio you only did that because I found the pills." I snapped and I saw a small tinge of sadness flash in his eyes. "I'm allowed to keep a few things to myself until I'm ready and maybe I'm not ready yet." I added in a softer tone.

 "Am I not enough for you? Is that what this is about? I can handle whatever it is." Sergio said in a tiny voice. 

 "Sergio it's not a big deal okay? It was just me and a friend. You're my boy I would never do anything to jeopardize that. I love you." I softly explained. "Why are you acting like this?"

 Sergio sighed and nodded, "I'm gonna go play FIFA now, I'll be up later, good night." He said in a monotone voice.

 "Sergio come on It's-" I tried but he softly closed the door behind him. I laid back down on the bed and sighed loudly. 

I didn't understand what was up with him all of a sudden. He'd been distant and if he wasn't he was possessive of me. I needed to get to the bottom of this but decided it was best to let him have a few minutes to calm down. I needed to approach this carefully because I knew Sergio could get emotional very quickly.

 ***

 Sergio's POV 

 I was halfway through my third game on FIFA when I heard tiny footsteps. "Sergio? Can we talk please." Alexia's small voice sounded just above the low volume of my game.

 "Yeah I'm almost done why don't you come sit down." I said, my eyes glued to the screen as I netted one against Barcelona. Alexia cautiously approached the couch I was sitting on in the dark game room. I patted my lap and gave her a half smile. 

 "Please, I don't bite." I teased slightly as she hesitantly moved closer to sit on my lap. I delicately wrapped my arms around her waist and continued my game with her sitting on me. We sat in silence as I finished the second half, winning the game easily. I could sense Alexia's apprehension to cuddle into me but slowly she relaxed. After the game concluded I switched off the tv and turned on some lights so I could see her.

 "I want you to tell me what's been going on Sergio." Alexia said calmly, sliding off my lap, much to my dismay, to face me. 

 "What do you mean?" I questioned, a perplexed look on my face. Alexia sighed and took my hand, rubbing it gently, although the motion only made me nervous. She bit her lip, as if thinking of what to say. 

 "You've been acting strange." She stated, looking into my eyes. I motioned for her to go on. "One minute you're distant and don't want to do anything, and the next you're possessive and want everything to do with me. I need to know what's going on so we can fix this." She advised. For her being the younger one I was shocked at how mature she was handling this. "It's just, people have gotten in my head lately. About us." I mentioned quietly, looking down. "There are some doubts." I added. "Your doubts or theirs?" Alexia posed calmly, still holding my hand. "Theirs, and they're becoming mine. You and I are so, I don't know, it's just, this relationship with all its complications shouldn't be going as well as it is and people are worried we're going to get hurt." I listed all my concerns, hoping not upset Alexia. "Sergio they aren't us, they're looking from the outside, they don't know." She whispered, causing me to look up and notice her eyes watering a little. "I know, it's just hard. My track record has proved it's dangerous for me to get close. Naturally I'm hesitant to commit but I'm trying, for you, for us. Friends are just concerned I'm gonna relapse to where I was two years ago. I don't trust very often so I get nervous and scared when I do." I said, my voice trembling slightly. Alexia sniffed and came in close, cuddling into my chest. "Sergio, I'm not them, I'm not her. They're all in the past for the reason. I'm here because I love you, I don't know how many times I need to tell you I'm ready put in the work." She whimpered. "Alexia I-" I tried but she cut me off. "No Sergio, you do this a lot, we have a serious moment and then you have doubts. All you do is compare me to these toxic women who burned you. I know that that left some scarring but you need to make the effort to understand I'm not them. You need to stop doubting me, why is it so hard to understand I'm here and I love you. I can't have you continually doubting me just because other girls didn't love you enough. You don't trust, that's your problem." She said in a shaky voice before getting up. "Alexia please, I'm sorry." I pleaded hoping she would stay. "I'm going to bed, you can join me or you can stay down here and play video games. Goodnight." She voiced sternly before walking off, wiping a tear. I felt like an idiot after that. She made it all sound so easy, just trust her, she's not the others. But how could I be sure? Everything was going well, too well and it worried me. Rightfully so, in my opinion, I was pulling away. Getting too close and getting hurt again would be detrimental. I knew I needed to let go of the past to focus on Alexia because I do love her and I want this to go well. Maybe it was time I sought after some real help. XXXX Sorry it's been so long, please drop me a message with what you think Thanks, Jenn

#sergio ramos #xabi alonso #el m #el matador #fan fiction #real marid #football #football fiction

[kin-chan-fanfic-blog]

Hey babe. Hope you’re well :) Could I get written ship A and B for both BTS and GOT7, please? I’m 1.6m tall, average built, have tattoos on most part of my body and a couple of piercings. I have an INFJ personality type. My friends first impression of me were “Mysterious” and “Scary to approach.” But I’m pretty chill and just like minding my own business. I’m tactful and don’t like confrontations but when I need to, I can get my point across and defend the right person strongly. I’m pretty home bound. I enjoy cleaning, inviting friends over and lounging at home more than going out. But I do enjoy a few drinks at the bar with an awesome live band and slacking at a quiet location for some heart to heart, good take out and desserts. I have to listen to songs with my headphones for hours a day without disturbances. I enjoy day dreaming, reading, bowling and badminton. I like people who I can sit in comfortable silence with because I’m not much of a talker. I like people who can bring out my chatty side with interesting topics even more. Take your time! Thank you :)

Hi sweetie~ Thank you~ yes, I’m a bit busy but fine :) Sure! Here we go~

BTS: Written ship type B: Suga!

Suga would get quite some time to get to know you, since you both are not much of talkers, but, once you got closer, he would be very talkative, instigating you to speak with him. You would share many things in common: you two would prefer to stay at home and  chill then go out. You would enjoy spending your days listening to music while laying in the bed or couch, cuddling. He would enjoy your fierce personality and treasure your strong self. You would be very receptive of his manner of showing his care (through actions) and you would be attentive to his needs, once you prefer to have a more intimate relationship and most likely to have a similar way to display affection.  You would strongly feel attracted to one another, building a solid friendship along with your romantic feelings…what a couple you would be :)

BTS: Written ship type A: Suga- moving over to his house…

You have been dating Suga for a while and, as a matter of fact, you had some trouble finding a apartment to rent in Seoul, so Suga came up with the idea of you moving to his home. You had second thoughts about it, once you knew that he lived with another 6 males in a dorm. There was no way you could fit in a male dorm…

-Are you sure Big Hit will allow it?

-Don’t worry, (y/n)…I have all under control…-he passed his arms around your shoulders…

The day of the moving finally came and you opted to trust in him…he always kept his promises. The one who was helping you with the moving was J-Hope, since Suga himself had a recording for his solo album. You were quite surprised to see that he lived in big apartment…what? It had only his things…

-J-Hope?

-Yes?

-Don’t you all live in the same place? Why there is only his things here?

-We lived…until recently. Suga bought this apartment as soon as he notice you weren’t finding a place to rent next to him and your work.

-So…he bought it just for me to have somewhere to live next to him?- you felt touched by his actions…

-Yes…you are a very lucky girl!- J-Hope smiled playfully.

As you were dragging your things over, you saw that he prepared a small gift for you. You opened it…oh my! It was the key with a key ring written “home sweet home”…

Suga arrived really late in that day and went straight to his bedroom…

-(Y/n)? Why are you here? I prepared another room for you…- he looked around and saw your things in the room too. He grinned- Well, I suppose you are aware of what that means…-he changed his clothes quickly and entered in the bed while holding you close- Things can get spicy from now on…it’s hard to control myself when you are so close to me…

You got in the top of him, smiling. He was surprised by your move…

-And who said that I want you to control yourself…?- you stole a kiss from his lips- Thank you for making all this to me…

-You don’t need to thank me…-he ran his hand through your face contour- You are my source of happiness…much more than I could ever ask for…

GOT7: Written ship type B: Jackson!

Jackson would be drawn to you by your bold image right away. As a person with a strong personality as himself, he would be mesmerized by your strong character as well, although you are not much of a talker. He would be the one who would bring joy and make everything in his power to make you smile, since he can’t help himself but to smile to you in a silly way as response. You would make sure he didn’t cross the line once he is a energetic person. You would find yourself being dragged to the gym or to do some sports fro time to time, but it wouldn’t be much of an issue since he can make you feel comfortable everywhere and his happy face would make you forget about the crowded places...you would be so cute together :)

GOT7: Written ship type A: Jackson- going to the pool...

-(y/n)?

-Yes?- he spread his arms around your neck as you were focused reading your favorite book...

-I was wondering...you have a day off today, isn’t that right?

-Yes...why do you ask?

He gave you a silly smile. You had a bad feeling about it. You knew his silly smile was a signal off...

-Let’s do something fun!- he dragged you to the hall of your apartment...you tried to stop him for a minute...

-Where are we going? What we are doing?

-Come on! It’s a surprise! Just come...-he stole the book from your hand and left it on the table and, before you could complain, he pressed his lips against yours...-I just want to spend some time with my girlfriend outside a bit...it’s a beautiful day outside...- you blushed a little and ended up agreeing to go with him...

You found it very cute the way he was filled with happiness and excitement just by going with you to somewhere. How you would say no to him? Okay...you were in a bad day since you were in the time in the month, but his smile brushed off all your bad mood. He had even prepared a bag with your things...how cute...

As you arrived, you were in shock to see the place: it was a club...with a swimming pool. Dammit...how would you go in if you were in your period? You knew ways of doing so, but you needed to be prepared for it...with special tools and you doubted that your boyfriend had included them in your bag.

-What’s the problem, (y/n)? You think it’s a bad idea?- he looked at you with his puppy eyes...gosh...those eyes were filling you with guilty...

-No...I’m just surprised...-you tried to hide your worries with a smile.

-Okay, then- he gave you your bag- We will meet up in the pool.

You rushed to the bathroom and locked yourself in one of the boxes. Oh my God! There was no way you could wear something like that! He bought you a light colored bikini...and it was a bit small for you...you sighed. Think! Think! You were glad to at least have a tampon in your pocket. You dressed up really quickly and went to the swimming pool section...

-(Y/n)! I’m here! - Jackson waved to you as he couldn’t hide his satisfaction look from you. He held you close- You are so sexy with those on...-he grinned as he kissed your neckline...you blushed and pushed him into the pool...he was caught by surprise. He quickly recovered himself and pulled your feet to the water too. Both of you laughed at each other and started to play pranks on each other...alternated with a few kisses here and there...you were having such a good time...

-Hey! Hey lady!- a guard came to you- You can’t go swimming! Get up!- he pulled you by the arm.

-Hey! Easy, easy! She can do it on her own...

The angry guard was intimidated by Jackson figure and quickly back off...you could get out by yourself and quickly went to the bathroom. You changed yourself...you had forgotten that South Korea still had some problems with displaying tattoos in public places...

-(Y/n)? Are you still in there?

-Yes...

-I’m sorry to make you pass through this...I personally think that your tattoos makes you even sexier...don’t worry about it...I will make sure that next time we can go to our own pool...just the two of us...- you got out of the bathroom and kissed him...

-Thank you...

-That was the reason why you were hesitant earlier, wasn’t it?

You became embarrassed...there was no way you could tell him the real reason...

-Yes...it was...

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Day in the Life (Almost 2.9 Years Old)

Good morning!

So, I missed our Day in the Life post for last month (oops, again), so I figured I would write next month’s post a little early with another mid-month post to make up for it. I also wanted to make sure that I got in this month’s post because it marks such a significant age for our little guy. Our sweet boy turns 2.9 years old next week, which, in the school/daycare world, is a big, important age because it means Qman is old enough for preschool! (Where did my baby go!?) Just this week, his teachers let us know that he’ll start to transition to preschool, splitting time there and in his current toddler classroom. There are two other kids in his class, who are moving to preschool too, so, hopefully, having some buddies will help with the transition. Anyway, here’s a recap from a day in our life earlier this week!

4:01 AM: I wake up drenched in sweat (ugh, annoying), so I get out of bed and change my clothes. I climb back into bed.

4:21 AM: My mind is wandering to my To Do list for the day as well as random things like whether or not baby carrots will freeze well since we have a big bag in the fridge, and I don’t think we’ll eat them all. (Have I mentioned I have an obsession with wasting food!?) I eventually give up on sleep, find my slippers, and head downstairs.

4:23 AM: I break out my laptop, answer a few emails, approve and reply to comments on my blog and social media.

4:45 AM: I pour myself a half glass of iced coffee mixed with Dandy Blend, collagen, and coconut creamer. I read an interesting article about giving up coffee and how it can help improve your skin. Obviously, I have zero interest in giving up my beloved iced coffee, but I figured cutting back would probably help. At home, I typically drink 2-3 glasses of iced coffee per day, so now I’m drinking a 1/2 to 1 glass with Dandy Blend mixed in. It tastes similar to coffee without the caffeine or acidity, and, bonus, dandelion and roasted chicory root are actually really good for you!

4:46 AM: I get to work – busy week ahead!

5:20 AM: Mal comes downstairs, says good morning, and starts to make his breakfast.

5:30 AM: We hear Quinn wake up. He’s whining/crying. We give him a few minutes to settle himself down, but he’s just getting more and more upset. Mal heads upstairs to try to calm him down. (If I go into his room at this hour, he will for sure want to get up and start the day.) I finish making Mal’s breakfast for him.

5:39 AM: Mal doesn’t have any luck with Qman. They come downstairs and head into the living room. I stop working and follow them in, thinking I can score some early-morning toddler cuddles.

5:40 AM: Mal doesn’t turn on the lights in the living room and he’s whispering “lay down” to Quinn, so I assume they worked out some sort of deal that he’ll go back to sleep on the couch. (Qman likes being “downstairs” once he hears that we’re up for the day.)

5:42 AM: All is quiet in the living room, so Mal comes back into the kitchen to eat his breakfast, and I start to work again.

6:00 AM: Quinn starts crying. “Nap time” is over. He wants to watch a show, so I grab my iced coffee and snuggle with him on the couch. We watch Octonauts.

6:19 AM: Quinn asks for a “bar, please,” which has become a morning ritual. He loves cereal bars and would eat them day and night if we let him. I know they have a lot of sugar, but he’s such a picky eater, we’re just happy he’s eating at all, and they’re not ALL bad. The PB& J Bars (gluten-free) as well as the Fig Cereal Bars from Trader Joe’s are actually semi-decent in the sugar department (11g, 13g) compared to other cereal bars, even the ones at Whole Foods (17-19g).

6:22 AM: Qman is content eating his bar and watching TV, so I head upstairs to quickly get ready for the day.

6:35 AM: We say goodbye to Dada.

6:44 AM: I make Quinn and me breakfast. He has mini pancakes, mango, Greek yogurt, and milk for breakfast. I eat scrambled eggs and roasted sweet potatoes. Quinn eats three bites of yogurt and one pancake and says he’s all done. Well, ok then. He starts playing with his cars, so I finish my breakfast and then get him ready for the day.

7:00 AM: Murphy’s all out of dog treats, so Quinn and I make him a batch!

7:45 AM: I pop the dog treats in the oven and clean up the kitchen.

8:00 AM: I offer Quinn his breakfast again. He eats a couple more pancakes, a few more bites of yogurt, and finishes his milk. Woohoo!

8:15 AM: Time for our bi-weekly Early Intervention session. Things are wrapping up with his services (he’s made great strides and probably won’t qualify for another year), so we chat, fill out paperwork, and play LEGOS.

9:30 AM: EI ends. I’m pretty hungry, so I whip up a snack: Apple chunks nuked in microwave with cinnamon on top.

9:39 AM: The doorbell rings, Murphy goes ballistic (the doorbell is his nemesis), and a special delivery arrives from my friends at General Mills...  just in time for National Cereal Day!

Inside the package is a personalized Carrots ‘N’ Cake spoon.

As well as all sorts of fun decorations and activities to celebrate National Cereal Day next Tuesday! FYI: If you follow CNC on Instagram, keep you eyes peeled for a special cereal giveaway!

10:25 AM: Qman tells me that he wants to “go in the car.” Well, ok then! I suggest a few places to go, and he ultimately decides on the “cows,” but immediately clarifies what he really wants to see and says “cat.”

10:42 AM: We arrive at Hornstra Farm and, as soon as I park the car, Quinn’s cat friend approaches us. We follow him around the farm for a solid 20 minutes before briefly stopping to see the cows.

11:06 AM: We head inside the farm store. We shop around for a little bit and ultimately decide to buy some Coffee Toffee ice cream. Great choice, Quinn!

11:10 AM: We leave the store and look for Quinn’s cat friend to say goodbye, but he’s nowhere to be found.

11:30 AM: We arrive home. I make us lunch.

12:15 PM: We finish eating lunch. Qman plays while I clean up.

12:45 PM: Nap time for Quinn.

1:00 PM: Workout time for Mumma!

Wearing: Reebok Nano 7.0 <— super cute, right?

1:30 PM: I take a quick shower, get dressed, and then get to work.

2:45 PM: I’m starting to get hungry, so I break out an RXBAR. Delicious!

3:30 PM: The UPS guy rings our doorbell, Murphy goes ballistic, and wakes up Quinn. Ughhhh. I used to put a note on the front door asking delivery people not to ring the doorbell during nap time, but no one has rung it in ages, so I just stopped doing it. I guess we got a new doorbell-happy UPS man? Blah. #momfail.

3:33 PM: I wait a few minutes to see if Quinn will settle himself down, but he’s getting more and more upset, so I head upstairs to his bedroom. He’s really sad, so I bring him downstairs to the living room. We cuddle on the couch for quite awhile. I keep thinking he’s asleep, but every time I look down at him, his eyes are open. Ha!

3:53 PM: Qman is (suddenly) finished with cuddle time, so he slides off the couch and (literally) runs into his playroom. Such a goof. Apparently, he really wanted to play with his cars at that very moment! Haha!

3:59 PM: Mal arrives home. We catch up and then decide to take a family walk since it’s such a nice day.

4:15 PM: Family walk!

4:55 PM: We arrive home after our walk. The (human) boys add some air to the tires on our jogging stroller while Murphy and I head upstairs for dinner.

4:58 PM: Dinnertime for Murphy!

6:07 PM: Dinnertime for the humans!

6:45 PM: We finish eating dinner. Mal and I tag team the cleaning in the kitchen and then we all have some ice cream for dessert!

7:00 PM: We watch a TV show with Quinn.

7:25 PM: Time to get Quinn ready for bed. Mal takes over pajamas, teeth, and books while I do a little work in my office. I check for “sugar bugs” after Quinn brushes his teeth and then join them for Qman’s favorite book of the moment.

7:55 PM: Bedtime for Quinn.

8:00 PM: Usually, Mal and I watch TV after we put Quinn to bed, but we’re both exhausted, so we get ready for bed ourselves, read for maybe 15 minutes, and then go to sleep.

8:30 PM: Lights out.

The end.

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