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Adventures in Babysitting - Steve Harrington x female!reader - Chapter 14

Chapter Summary: Nancy and Robin take a shot in the dark and Steve tries to protect you from the supernatural. When the darkness comes to get you, will his love be enough to protect you?

Content Warning: Upside Down scary stuff, swearing

Word Count: 6.0k

Author’s Note: Sorry this chapter took longer; I’m involved in a lot at college and I’m in some executive positions in the organizations I’m a part of and somehow everything is going wrong at the same time (yay!) so I’ve been putting out a lot of fires (like a girl boss of course). I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

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“Do you guys understand any of this?” Steve asked Lucas and Dustin as the three of them sat in the Wheelers’ basement. He was staring at the words on the article Nancy and Robin had found and none of it was making any sense to him. He was scared. Not knowing what was going to happen to you and when was tearing him apart and he needed to understand so that he could find some way to fix it. To protect you.

To save you.

A chill ran down his spine as he thought about it. He thought back to the way you had stood there, locked inside your own body and twitching slightly as you were trapped in a nightmare he couldn’t wake you from. He thought back to your activities afterwards. How you felt when he had shown you just how much he loved you. The way your body moved against his. He thought about how you were all he ever wanted—no, needed—and he couldn’t bear the thought of living a life without you in it.

“It’s pretty straightforward,” Dustin stared at him judgmentally.

“Oh, ‘straightforward’? Really?” Steve asked, not adoring the condescension in the freshman’s tone.

“So far, everyone Vecna has cursed has died, except for this old Victor Creel dude that Nancy found. He’s the only known survivor. If anyone knows how to beat this curse, it’s him,” Dustin explained. Steve could see a glint of optimism in the young boy’s eyes and he desperately wished he felt the same way. This situation just felt so hopeless though. How the fuck were they supposed to combat an otherworldly threat when the attacks were occurring cross-dimensionally?

“That’s assuming he was even cursed, Henderson, which we just don’t know,” Steve spat back, frustrated with the lack of answers. “How could Vecna have existed in the 50s? It just doesn’t make sense.”

Steve dragged a hand down his face in an attempt to keep his frustration at bay. He snapped his head up when he heard your voice lilt down the stairs, getting closer as you descended them.

“As far as we know, Eleven didn’t create the Upside Down; she just opened a gate to it,” you specified as you joined the group. Steve was quick to throw an arm around your waist, pulling you into him. Now that you knew that your time may be limited, Steve was extremely touchy. It was as if he thought that holding onto you would prevent another vision. You knew better, but still leaned into him, soaking up the comfort of his affection. You flushed as you remembered your activities from last night, desperately wishing that you had more time so that you could have more nights wrapped up in each other’s presence.

“Yeah, the Upside Down has probably existed for thousands of years…millions even. I wouldn’t be surprised if it predated the dinosaurs,” Dustin hypothesized, and you glanced over to see Lucas roll his eyes a bit. You couldn’t help but chuckle. Even at the end of the world, those kids could still make you laugh.

“Dinosaurs? What are we even talking about? Come on Dustin, you can’t just—“ Steve started but Lucas cut him off to refocus the conversation.

“Okay, but if there wasn’t a gate in the 50s, how did Vecna get through? How is he getting through now?”

“And why now?” You added.

“And why then? What he just pops out in the 50s, kills one family and he’s like, ‘I’m good’ just to come back thirty years later to kill some random teens? No offense,” Steve quickly added the last part turning to you as you glared up at him. You rolled your eyes and pulled away from him a bit before reaching into your back pocket.

“I almost forgot,” you said, fishing three sealed envelopes out of your back pocket. “These are for you guys.”

You handed them the envelopes. Steve furrowed his brows as he looked at you confused, studying the sealed letter in his hand. Dustin began to open it but you stopped him quickly. “No! What are you doing? That’s not for now. Don’t open it now!”

“Okay,” Dustin replied confused, stopping his previous movements. “I’m sorry, but what is this?” He held up the envelope and waved it slightly to emphasize his question.

“It’s…it’s a fail-safe,” you answered, your voice small. You caught Steve’s expression fall as you said it and you felt your heart ache in your chest as you thought about how you wouldn’t be able to be there for him to help him grieve. You felt a pang of guilt as you realized you would be the one causing his pain. “For after…you know, if things don’t work out.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, y/n?” Steve took a step towards you and grabbed your hand.

“Steve,” you looked him in the eyes, a pained expression across your face. Before he could continue arguing with you, Nancy, Robin, and Max bounded down the stairs. You all turned your attention towards the girls as Nancy opened her mouth to speak.

“Okay…we have a plan,” she smiled at all of you and suddenly you felt a feeling in your chest that you hadn’t felt in a while:

Hope.

You all quickly moved to sit on the various couches in the basement, Steve sitting next to you with a hand on your thigh as you listened to Nancy’s game plan.

“Than’s to Nancy’s newspaper minions, we are now rockstar psychology students at the University of Notre Dame,” Robin started, handing you and Steve each a folder containing the fraudulent academic files for one Ruth and Rose.

“Nice GPA,” you smirked, looking at Nancy and she smiled back at you. It felt nice to be optimistic for once.

“So we called Pennhurst Asylum, told them we’d like to speak with Creel for a thesis we’re co-writing on paranoid schizophrenics—“ Nancy continued, but Max cut her off, having been there for the whole conversation.

“To which they said no,” the redhead explained.

“But, we landed a three o’clock with the director. Now all we have to do is charm him and convince him to let us talk to Victor,” Robin added on.

“Yeah, we’ve been doing our Victor Creel homework,” Steve started, holding up the article printout, “We’ve got a lot of questions.”

“A lot,” Lucas emphasized.

“So do we. Hopefully Victor has the answers,” Nancy answered.

“Wait a second,” you spoke up, staring down at the file folder in your hand. “Where’s mine?”

“What?” Nancy’s face scrunched up, clearly confused by your question.

“I said, where’s mine?” You repeated yourself, holding up the file folder, your jaw beginning to set as you realized you weren’t being included.

“You’re not going,” Nancy replied, reaching over to grab the file from you.

“I think the fuck I am!” You stood up quickly, pulling the folder out of her reach. Steve quickly grabbed you by your belt loop, rolling his eyes and tugging you back down to sit next to him. You sat in a huff and he quickly pulled the folder away from you. “Hey!”

“Y/n, you’re not going. End of discussion,” he said plainly, handing the folder back to Nancy.

“I can’t do anything here Nancy! Maybe I could help with this asylum director guy….or-or-or I could ask Victor the right questions; I know what it’s like after all,” you defended yourself, but you could tell by the looks you were getting that no one was going to change their mind. Nancy opened her mouth to speak, but Robin spoke up before she could get a word out.

“Look, y/n. It’s too dangerous. Just let us do the heavy lifting, and you stay here where it’s safe.”

“Nowhere is safe, Robin. It doesn’t make a damn difference where the fuck I am,” you spat. Robin’s heart sank at your words because they were true; it didn’t really matter where you were. Vecna would find you regardless.

“Y/n, if you won’t do it for yourself, would you do it for me?” Steve spoke up. The expression on his face made you break, letting out an angry puff of air before you responded.

“Whatever,” you grumbled, quickly standing up and going upstairs. Your eyes were welling with tears and you didn’t want everyone to see you in your vulnerable state, even if it was completely understandable. Steve started to stand to go after you, but Dustin stopped him.

“Just, let me try and handle this,” the boy spoke up. Steve wasn’t sure why he was letting him, but shrugged. He knew how much you cared about the kids, especially Henderson, so it was worth a shot at least.

“Y/n?” Dustin asked after he had ascended the staircase. He caught sight of you wiping tears from your eyes before you were able to turn away and hide it.

“What do you want Dustin?” You asked, your voice sounding watery as you continued to cry, a small sob escaping your body.

“We’re doing everything we can,” he started, “and I know it doesn’t feel like enough, but it’s the best we can do. And I know you want to be in on all of the action, but I think it’s okay for you to take the backseat on this one.”

“I can’t just sit around here doing nothing,” you cried out, still trying to gain your composure as you turned around, wiping at the tears falling down your face. “I mean, I just…I just want to be out there so-so I can fix it. I don’t want any of you guys getting hurt,” you added, trying to swallow the lump in your throat as you looked at Dustin.

“Then stay here and protect us. Okay? You’ve always done a kick-ass job at it, so be here for us now. The most important thing is that when all is said and done, you’re still here. So let Nancy and Robin sort it out because I know they will. We all will,” Dustin reassured you. You walked over to the boy and pulled him into a tight hug. You still felt guilty about the way he had to grow up so fast, fighting unimaginable horrors while trying to figure out who he was and where he fit in. You couldn’t even imagine what that would have been like at his age.

With the pang in your chest, you felt pain return to your head, groaning as you let go of Dustin and put a hand to your temples. You felt something warm trickle from your nose, reaching up to wipe at it, fresh blood smearing across the back of your hand.

“Y/n, are-are you okay?” Dustin stared up at you, wide-eyed and frantic. You took a deep breath and the pain subsided a little, as you nodded at the boy.

“I’m still here, aren’t I?” You replied, giving him a weak smile in an attempt to hide the many ways you were not in fact okay.

You tried to take your own words to heart as the two of you made your way back down to the basement.

I’m still here.

***

Nancy and Robin had gone off to go try and talk to Victor Creel, leaving you, Steve, Lucas, Dustin, and Max to twiddle your thumbs in the Wheelers’ basement while you waited for answers that likely weren’t coming. You were sat next to Steve and he was running his warm hand in circles across your back as you sat there, head in your hands and foot anxiously tapping.

You were restless. You couldn’t sit here doing nothing; you had loose ends to tie up in case Nancy and Robin’s investigation didn’t turn up roses. You needed to make sure you were ready to leave this world behind, and presently you weren’t.

Suddenly you stood up, causing Steve to jump as he had zoned out, his thoughts drifting elsewhere before your sudden movement had brought him back to the present. You marched across the room and picked up Dustin’s walkie.

“If we go to East Hawkins, will this still reach Pennhurst?” You asked, inspecting the gadget in your hand.

“Of course, yeah,” Dustin replied.

“Woah, why are we talking about East Hawkins?” Steve stood up, taking a slow step towards you. He looked concerned and confused; a brutal combination. You gave him a look that immediately had his anxiety skyrocketing. “No…no! Absolutely not!”

You paused, you and Steve staring each other down as if you were about to have a shootout in an old western movie. Much like reaching for the draw, you slowly reached into your pocked, grabbing the contents before lifting your hand up and dangling Steve’s car keys in between you. His mouth gaped open, his mind not quick enough to process what was happening before you grabbed your backpack off a folding chair and bolted up the stairs.

Steve stood frozen for a second, in disbelief that any of this could really be real before darting after you. “Y/n! Y/n, come back here! I’m serious!”

It didn’t do much to stop you, seeing as you were already out the door quickly pacing towards the familiar BMW. “Y/n…Y/n! Seriously, I’m not fucking joking. I’m not driving you anywhere!” Steve shouted after you as he started to catch up.

“Steve, if you think I’m going to spend what might possibly be the last day of my fucking life in the armpit that is Mike Wheeler’s basement, then you’re out of your mind,” you shot back, still sauntering towards the car. If your life wasn’t in jeopardy, Steve would have thought it was hot; the swish of your hips, the way your hair bounced with each assertive step you took, the way your jeans hugged your ass. But now was not the time to get distracted.

“I don’t think you heard me, y/n. I’m not fucking driving you.”

“Oh I heard you loud and clear, Harrington. But if you won’t drive me, then I guess I’ll have to drive myself,” you said, unlocking the driver’s side door to Steve’s car.

“Um, fuck no!” Steve exclaimed, putting a hand on his car door to hold it shut as you attempted to open it. You whipped around, your eyes shooting daggers at your boyfriend. His face was mere inches away from yours as he leaned on his arm, his bodyweight keeping the door shut tight. You continued to stare into his eyes, your stern expression causing his to break as he sighed and relented, dropping his arm in exasperation. “Fine. But I’m driving.”

You tossed him the keys as you smirked, walking around the car as you eagerly hopped into the passenger seat.

“That was kind of wild,” Lucas mumbled to Dustin and Max who all stood dumbfounded by the encounter between the two of you.

“Yeah, she’s got him wrapped around her finger,” Max chuckled, “good for her.”

The three kids piled into the backseat of Steve’s car and Steve drove off after making sure everyone was appropriately buckled. The radio that was usually always on remained silent, no one really in the mood to listen to whatever overplayed tune was undoubtedly being broadcasted across your small town. You navigated, hesitant to tell Steve where you actually needed to go. You could tell he was nervous, his right hand reaching across the center console to squeeze your upper thigh, needing to hold onto you.

After you had spent a decent amount of time driving, you finally saw the sign you’d been looking for. “Turn here,” you spoke up, clearing your throat uncomfortably as you said it. Steve looked at you questioningly but followed your instructions, slowly turning into the Roane Hill Cemetery.

“I’ll just be a minute,” you assured Steve as you began to unbuckle to get out of the car. He gently grabbed your elbow, stopping your all fire hurry to exit the vehicle. “Steve—“

“Y/n, I get it. I just want you to know that I’m here for you, okay? We all are. You don’t have to go through this alone,” he spoke gently. You turned over your shoulder and saw the sincerity in everyone’s eyes.

“This,” you replied, looking out the car window up the small hill of the cemetery, “this is something I have to do alone.”

Steve nodded, giving your arm a gentle squeeze before letting go and looking at you with sympathy as you began making your way towards the clearing at the top of the hill. When you made it to the top, you took a deep breath as you read the name on the gravestone. Jim Hopper.

You hadn’t interacted much with Hawkins’ Chief of Police much before the Upside Down had entered your life. In fact, though you knew he was an effective cop, you wrote him off as an egotistical asshole, rolling your eyes at his usually irritating antics. However, after all that you had been through together, he became the kind of person you wanted to emulate. He did the best that he could to protect all of you kids. He would do anything to make sure you were all safe. He’d even given his life for it; the ultimate sacrifice.

He was truly a hero. But now he was gone, nothing left of him besides the grave in this cemetery and the memories in your heart. You felt guilt tear through your chest as you noticed that the flowers you had left the last time you came had began to wither and wilt.

“I don’t really know what to say,” you started off, tears beginning to well in your eyes. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t fix any of this. I’m sorry that I couldn’t keep the kids safe like I should’ve. I’m sorry that you can’t be there for El. I’m sorry that you didn’t get to see her grow up…that-that you don’t get to see her smile anymore. Every time I keep telling myself that all of this is over. I-I keep lying to myself and acting like everything is fine and that I’m happy and that everything is going to turn out alright, but I think deep down I know that it isn’t going to be.”

Tears began to stream down your face. “We all deserved to have these normal lives that we always pretend to have, you know? Those kids deserve to have normal lives. They shouldn’t have to worry about monsters underneath their feet and alternate dimensions that want to do them harm. They deserve to have the kind of lives that you wanted them to have, and I’m sorry I couldn’t make that happen Hopper. This all just feels like one big mistake…or-or a nightmare I can’t wake up from. And I feel guilty every time I look at Steve and my heart lets me feel lucky for even just a fraction of a second because if anything is true, we are not fucking lucky.”

You squeezed your eyes shut as you wiped your nose on the back of your sleeve, breathing in a shaky breath as you tried to fight the sobs that your body desperately needed to let out. You felt guilty admitting it, but the happiness in your relationship with Steve did scare you. You didn’t deserve to be happy; you were sure of it.

When you opened your eyes, your heart stopped in your chest. The clear skies that had been there once before were now overcast as fog poured around you into the cemetery. You heard distorted laughter that sounded like it came from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. A chill ran down your spine as you heard a voice ring out.

“Y/n.”

***

Steve looked up the hill towards you. You were still sitting in front of a gravestone and you looked okay enough, but Steve didn’t trust any of it. He had a bad feeling deep within his gut, and he began to unbuckle his seatbelt. “Alright, it’s been long enough.”

“Steve, just give her some time,” Max spoke up. She knew that you were going through some things and knew you needed the space.

“I have, alright Mayfield? I’m calling it. If she wants to be mad at me, she can be fucking mad at me,” he grumbled as he slammed the car door shut, making his way up the hill. Cemeteries always made him feel uneasy, but he was confident that the pit in his stomach was unrelated as he swiftly jogged up the hill towards you.

“Y/n, baby? It’s time to go, alright? I know it’s hard, but we really need to get—“ Steve’s words died on his tongue as he saw you sitting there, unresponsive. Your eyes were rolled in the back of your head and blood began dripping down your nose.

“Y/n? Y/n! No, no, no, baby wake up! Wake up, y/n, you’re scaring me,” Steve’s words were short and shaky as he quickly went to wipe your nose, his first instinct being to take care of you. “Guys!”

Steve yelled down the hill and the three kids came running. Steve continued to shake you, watching as your body jolted around but you stayed catatonic, somewhere else in the moment, no doubt in some terror filled nightmare. A far off whimper escaped your lips and if Steve wasn’t already losing it, he would’ve lost it right then and there.

“Y/n! Please wake up!” Max shouted, snapping in front of your eyes, hoping it would draw them forward and alert, but they stayed rolled back in your head, eyelids twitching and fluttering.

“Come on, y/n. Get out of there!” Lucas yelled, beginning to shake your shoulders too. Steve turned towards Dustin, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

“Call Nancy and Robin! Just go! Call Nancy and Robin!” He shoved the boy, and he fell backwards, tumbling over as he scrambled to make his way back to the car. He had never seen Steve so desperate before and they had been through a lot together. Dustin felt his blood run cold. This was life or death.

“Y/n, come on baby. I love you, please come back to me!” Steve cried out, squeezing your hand in his, hoping that wherever you were that you could hear him somehow. “Think of all the things we haven’t gotten to do together yet…I mean, we-we have a whole life ahead of us! I want to do it all with you, but you have to come back to me.”

His voice cracked, and when you didn’t respond he began shaking your shoulders again, feeling sick to his stomach at the way your head lolled in every which way, your neck unable to support the weight of it. Your nose continued to bleed and your limbs were twitching. He could see your neck straining and it reminded him of the way you looked as you tried to breathe through a panic attack.

“Y/n! You gotta get out of there!” Lucas shouted.

“Y/n! Please! You’ve got this, come on!” Max chimed in.

Dustin finally came bounding up the hill, dropping Max’s walkman and a bunch of cassettes in front of them that he had dug out of Steve’s glovebox. “Steve! What’s her favorite song?!”

“Why?” Lucas asked, panic radiating from his voice.

“It’s too much to explain right now! What’s her favorite song?!” Dustin screamed.

Steve didn’t need to be told twice, rifling through the tapes until he found the one with a label and his shitty handwriting on it. His hands were shaking as he fumbled the cassette, shoving it into the walkman before quickly and haphazardly placing the headphones over your ears. His hands trailed to either side of your face as he looked at you, his eyes frantically searching your face, hoping that whatever fix Dustin seemed to think he found would be instantaneous.

The cassette tape had all of the songs you guys would belt out in the car when they played on the radio. He loved hearing you sing off key to the songs and the way you’d dance in the passenger seat making faces to fit the lyrics of the songs. He had finally decided he couldn’t wait around for the radio to play all of your favorites, desperately wanting to watch you dance every time he had a chance to, so he made you a mixtape with all your favorites. He was saving it to give you for your first anniversary, which was now four months away. But after all, in this situation, it was either early or never, so he pressed play and Running up that Hill by Kate Bush began to blare through the headphones.

It had been a second and nothing was happening. Your eyes were still rolled in the back of your head and you were still twitching. “It’s not working Dustin!” Steve shouted, his hands falling from your face as he turned towards the Henderson boy. No sooner had he lost contact with you did your body begin to lift off of the ground, your legs coming uncrossed as you levitated out of reach from your friends down below.

“No! Y/n!” Steve shouted. He wished he hadn’t let you go. Maybe if he hadn’t he could have kept whatever was about to happen from happening. He thought back to all of the horrors Eddie had described and he began to hyperventilate. He couldn’t watch that happen to you. You were his everything.

In your nightmare, you were tied up by vines, pressed against some sort of pillar staring straight at Vecna. He kept insisting you belonged there, reminding you of how much danger you put the kids in. You deserved to stay here in this dark and dreary hellscape. You had seen Chrissy and Fred and you felt like you could vomit thinking about your body being contorted in the same way.

“Let me go!” You choked out, hardly able to speak with the vine around your throat cutting off your access to oxygen. Suddenly you heard something familiar as a melody drifted towards your ears, building slowly in the background until the music swelled and nearly became all that you could hear. You turned ever so slightly to your left and saw a glimpse into the real world. Your heart stopped as you watched your boyfriend desperately calling your name, your body hovering several feet above his head.

“They can’t help you, y/n,” Vecna assured you, his crooked hand coming up towards your face.

“You’re wrong,” you choked out and suddenly the vine behind you snapped and you fell forward, breaking out into a sprint towards the tunnel of reality just out of reach. You tried to keep your footing, but you slipped several times on thick red pools of blood, the sticky liquid soaking into your clothes. You tried to ignore it as you continued to sprint. Your legs kept wanting to give up, but you just kept thinking about all you had left to live for and channeled that into your sprint.

You thought about Steve and the life you wanted to build together. You thought about the way you knocked on his door that fateful day. You thought about the way he let you in even though he didn’t have to; the way he changed for you, the way he tried every day to be better for you. You thought about the jokes he told that made you laugh so hard you cried and the way he’d carry you up the stairs when you fell asleep on the couch. You thought about the kisses he’d pepper across your skin whenever he had the chance to. You thought about the way you felt when you were wrapped up in him the night before and how you didn’t want your first time to be the last time. You thought about the way his brown eyes stared into yours, the way they said so much without him ever having to open his mouth.

You were going to look into those eyes again. So you sprinted. Past falling debris, through rough terrain, and towards him.

Towards home.

Your eyes peeled open and you gasped, staring at the tree line in a way you’d never seen it before. Your stomach dropped as you began falling to the ground, plummeting back towards earth. You hit the ground hard, and you were hyperventilating as everyone immediately surrounded you. Steve pushed past the kids and wrapped his arms around you, clinging to you as if you’d disappear again.

“Y/n! I thought I lost you!” Steve cried out as he placed a frantic kiss against your lips. He pulled back to look at you for a second, fear and panic across his face before he leaned in and kissed you again. You were his oxygen and he needed you to breathe right now.

You pulled away, gripping his bicep as you attempted to calm down your breathing. “I’m still…I’m still here,” you reassured him, tears falling from your eyes.

He was quick to wipe them away before he buried his face in your neck, taking a deep breath as he reveled in the comfort of your familiar scent. He placed a gentle kiss against your neck and pulled you towards him even tighter.

You were still here, and he wasn’t going to let anything like that happen ever again.

***

You all had spent the night at the Wheelers’ again, deciding now more than ever it was vital to stick together. Nancy had had to fight Steve to get him to sleep, convincing him that the rest of you were more than capable of taking turns watching you to make sure that you were okay.

“Dustin…Earth to Dustin,” Eddie’s voice rang out over the walkie talkie. Steve groaned as he woke up. He was sore from the way that his body was positioned in the chair he had been sleeping in. He grabbed the walkie off of the coffee table, pressing down the button to speak into it.

“What the fuck do you want Munson?” Steve spat.

“Oh, Harrington. Um, I’m going to need a food delivery, unless you want me going out into the world.”

“Don’t fucking do that. Just stay where you are and we’ll be there as soon as we can” Steve grumbled, sighing as he aggressively went to set the walkie back down, but Eddie’s voice rang out again.

“Hey, can you pick me up a six-pack? I know it’s dumb to be drinking right now, but a cold beer would really cool my nerves you know?”

As Eddie said it, Steve rolled his eyes, turning back towards the couch you were sleeping on, needing to remind himself of your constant kindness to calm himself down. It had the opposite effect when he saw the empty space, you being nowhere to be found.

“I’m gonna have to call you back,” Steve quickly relayed to Eddie before dropping the walkie talkie and bounding across the basement to wake up Dustin. “Dipshit! What the fuck?! You’re supposed to be watching y/n!” Steve spat as the boy finally opened his eyes.

“Yeah…yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“Where the fuck is she?!”

“She’s right there,” Dustin started, but his heart dropped as he looked over and saw that you were gone, “she was right there a second ago. I just dozed off for…an hour.”

His eyes got wide as he looked at his watch and the two boys bounded up the stairs. Steve finally cooled off when he saw you sitting at the kitchen table with Holly. You were helping her color a coloring book page, stopping every once in a while to help her cut her pancake. Steve felt his heart skip at how domestic and maternal you looked, hoping you would all get past this so that he could have the future with you that he envisioned, with perfect little combinations of the two of you sitting at your own kitchen table.

“Everything okay?” Mrs. Wheeler asked. Steve just nodded making his way towards the kitchen table. Nancy had woken up when the boys had not so quietly ascended the stairs and she was rubbing her eyes as she also made her way to the kitchen.

“I think it’s so sweet that you guys are sticking together like this,” Mrs. Wheeler continued, pulling Nancy into a very stiff and awkward side hug that she did not reciprocate.

“You could try sticking together at a different house for a change,” Mr. Wheeler chimed in, not even looking up from his newspaper.

“Hey, are you okay?” Steve asked, sitting down next to you, his hand going to the small of your back.

“Yeah,” you gave him a weak smile. “It’s just kind of hard to sleep after…everything.” You chose your words carefully so as to not let Nancy’s parents in on the reality of the absurdity that was your life. “But Holly let me borrow some of her crayons and we’ve been having a fun morning.”

You smiled at the small girl and Steve felt his heart explode. Nancy stood next to you and spoke up. “Is this what you saw last night? Do you think he’s just trying to scare you?”

“Yeah, but this stuff is different,” you said, gesturing to the drawings in front of you. “I don’t think he wanted me to see any of this.”

“Maybe you invaded his mind,” Dustin suggested, “I mean, that’s what he’s been doing to you, is it that big of leap to suggest that somehow you wound up in his?”

“Yeah, maybe the answer’s somewhere in this incredibly…vague drawing,” Steve added on, holding up a piece of paper and rotating it. “Damn, we need Will.”

“I know, but I tried them again this morning and it’s the same busy signal,” you replied, putting your head in your hands.

Nancy suddenly started reorganizing the papers, folding them and overlapping them until they made an image that made some semblance of sense.

“It’s…it’s a house,” you spoke breathlessly. You weren’t sure how you had managed to draw a deconstructed house considering you weren’t even close to being an artist, but hey accidental accomplishments are accomplishments nonetheless.

“Not just any house,” Nancy looked at you wide eyed. “It’s Victor Creel’s house.”

You shuddered as Nancy and Dustin quickly moved downstairs to tell the others about their discovery. You got up and moved the other way towards the Wheelers’ family room, desperately needing to remove yourself from the oblivious remainder of the Wheelers that were in the kitchen. Steve quickly followed you, gently grabbing your hand as he spoke up.

“Hey, baby…what’s wrong?”

“Steve, I just don’t have a good feeling about this,” anxiety was etched across your face as you said it. He squeezed your hand and pulled you towards him.

“I know, y/n. But answers are good…that means we’re getting somewhere,” he reminded you.

“But that’s the thing,” you started, “just because we’re getting somewhere doesn’t mean it’s anywhere good. Vecna’s smart, he knows what he’s doing. I mean, what….what-what if we’re walking into a trap! What if this is exactly what he wants us to do? We can’t keep just following every thread he gives us. He’s weaving a web, Steve. And if we’re not careful, we’re all going to end up getting caught in it.”

“We have to try though, right? We can’t just give up or else we’re putting everyone—not just us—everyone in jeopardy,” he tried to appeal to your selflessness and world-saving tendencies, but really deep down, he only wanted to follow this thread because it meant they had a shot at saving you.

He dropped your hand, holding his up between the two of you, and you were met with the familiar sight of his extended pinky.

“To saving the world?” He asked, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. Your face relaxed for a moment, your lips breaking into a small smile.

“To saving the world,” you agreed as you wrapped your pinky around his before leaning in and placing a gentle kiss to his lips.

You didn’t like where this was headed, but you could at least give it your best shot. If it meant that you and Steve could have more pinky promises and more soft kisses, then it would be worth it.

You just hoped that it wouldn’t ruin you in the process.

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hangmanssunnies · 1 year

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Green, Green, Green

Summary: You haven't had a very good Saint Patrick's Day. Somehow your neighbor Jake "Hangman" Seresin makes it all better, and also so much worse.

Pairings: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Word count: 2k

AO3 link

Warnings: Pining, Unrequited crush, Saint Patrick's Day, Neighbors, Smoke Alarms. Please let me know if I missed any.

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Sometimes in life, you just have to accept maybe you're never going to be happy. Today was one of those days that vividly reminded you of that fact. It felt like everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. Not only was it one of those days, but it was Saint Patrick's Day to top it all off. By the time you got home, the few small decorations in your condo felt mocking, and throwing them away hadn't helped to improve your mood.

After holding it in all day, you finally sat on the couch, ready to let the emotions of the day wash over you. Only a few minutes later, you heard it. A basketball game, the sound blasting right through the wall so loud it was unignorable. You are well aware that you and your neighbor shared this wall in your duplex, but typically it was a sound range deemed acceptable for a sharded wall. Something you could live with and had accepted.

Today though, this was louder than ever, and hearing a loud March Madness basketball game on St. Patrick's Day was the last possible thing you could handle. You take a few minutes trying to compose yourself, instead though, you felt anger spark in you so bright it was unignorable. Then before you know it, you were out your door and knocking strongly.

It took a few minutes before the door opened, and you had forgotten just how hot your neighbor was. Jake Seresin was tall and broad, and you had never seen him supporting anything besides a classic clean cut look. He didn't look that different than normal, but he certainly looked more casual than you were custom to. Typically you didn't interact with him much; you actually avoided him because he was one of those people that were overwhelming. He always supported wide smiles and flirty remarks exuding a sure confidence. And today, the way his green teeshirt and soft hair that clearly hadn't been touched with gel as it dried, looking picturesque and happy like he had the perfect Saint Paddy's Day, you hated him a little bit.

"Oh hey, clover," Jake says, his lips quirking up in a fond smile.

"Clover? Come on, Jake. No, I'm your neighbor, the one from next door."

"Yeah, I know who you are," Jake says, rolling his eyes. Then he lifts a hand and brushes it over his cheekbone, matter-a-factly adding, "You have a piece of four leaf clover glitter right here. It's cute though, a very festive clover."

You copy his motion brushing your cheek, trying to find the glitter piece, not sure where it could have come from. When you glance back at Jake, he is shaking his head, motioning to the other cheek. You felt a flash of embarrassment burn in your chest, quickly brushing your other cheek as well. Jake shook his head in response again. Then he reaches up, giving you time to move away if you choose to; however, you are frozen in place. His knuckles settle against your skin while his thumb presses gently near the corner of your left eye. The moment is quick, hardly more than a second or two. However, it feels like an eternity to you.

Gaining your bearings, Jake is already leaning back against the side of his door. His arms crossing over his chest, making his biceps bulge. Your eyes snap back to his green ones, and you refocus on why you were here.

"Thank you. Sorry to bother you, but can you please turn down your TV? It's blasting." Internally you try not to curse over how the niceties you didn't really feel inside spill from your mouth, cushioning your words.

"Sure thing. Sorry about that. You know you could have just texted me," Jake says, quirking an eyebrow with a shrug. He said the words so casually, like it would be obvious you have his number. He said it as if everyone in the world just gets their phone, and it automatically has Lieutenant Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin's phone number added to the contacts app.

"Just turn it down, please," you sigh.

"I will. Again, I'm sorry about that. Do you have some big St. Patrick's Day plans I was interrupting?"

"No, I just wanted to go to bed."

"Oh no, did your work hours change?" He asks.

"Same as they've been. I'm just tired, you know?"

"Yeah, I totally understand that, Clover."

"No, Jake. Clover is not the cute sweet name that you think it is."

"I think it is, actually, Clover," he tells you with a wide grin.

"Well, have a good night," you say, taking a small step backward, trying to end the conversation.

"If you decide you're not tired, please feel free to come over later. Some people are going to come over for dinner, and we were going to watch the games. I'm sorry about that. I didn't think it would be a bother on a holiday Friday. I'll pivot us out to the bar after dinner, though. Just text me if it gets too loud. It takes me almost twenty eight minutes exactly to get everyone into the taxi for the bar."

"Have you been timing yourself?" You ask jokingly.

"Yeah, of course. There have been several trials and drills, all meticulously timed from when the taxi is ordered, which is a contributing factor. I shaved off six whole minutes when I figured out the proper order to hang people's coats in the closet. It was a real game changer." Jake answers you very seriously, which makes you laugh a little at him. It's much too close to a giggle for your liking, though.

"Thanks for the offer, but I'm going to bed. You don't have to change your plans, though. I'll just go to my room and wear some headphones."

"It's an open invite," he reminds you.

"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you," You answer, taking another step back and raising your hand in a wave goodbye. As you do, a smoke alarm starts going off behind Jake. His eyes widen, and his smile drops. Spinning on his heel, Jake rushes back into his house, leaving his door wide open.

Concerned, you nervously follow inside after him. Noticing the shoe racks and small mud areas, you quickly toe out of your shoes, rushing in to help him. Jake's condo is an odd mirror of your own. Set up in nearly the same design but not wholly in the ways you were expecting. His kitchen is placed on the far side of the condo while yours joined the living room a bit more open.

Loud cursing leads you to him, and instinctually you open windows, trying to clear out the smoke. Jake is beating a newspaper toward the smoke alarm trying to clear out the smoke and get the device to stop its piercing shrill.

"What's on fire?" You ask, looking around the kitchen.

"The cabbage. I put it out in the sink." In the sink, you see the charred charcoal in a pan that remains of the leaves. Seeing a magazine, you stand near the window waving it, trying to bring new air into the space.

"What are you making?"

"It's Saint Patrick's Day. I'm, of course, making corned beef and cabbage."

"I see… is this your first time making it?" You are shocked that Jake looks almost sheepish. His shoulders hunching lightly with a slight grimace.

"It is, but I thoroughly read the directions. However, got cocky and thought I could try and roast the cabbage instead. I made that choice freestyle, though– no recipe. I just didn't want soggy cabbage that falls apart."

"Ahh well, if you want it crunchier, you just wilt it for a few minutes before eating. Also, you should really throw a lid on your corn beef and add more broth, or Guinness beer, or whatever you're using. It's going to dry out otherwise."

"Woah, are you secretly a chef?" He asks you curiously. The smoke mostly cleared out. Now you drift back to the kitchen trying to gauge what else he might be a little off on.

"Sorry for the unsolicited advice. But I've definitely cooked a few corned beefs in my life."

"I appreciate it. Personally, as great of an independent study I am, having a teacher really makes a world of difference."

"I'm sure you say that to all the girls," you tease.

"I don't," he answers thoughtfully, leaving the smoke alarm that had finally quieted. "Do you think I should, though? Would asking someone how to cook something be a pick up line?"

"I couldn't tell you. Let's focus on your dinner and make sure you have some edible dinner for your friends when they get here."

"Yes, Ma'am," Jake says, opening a drawer. You watch as he pulls out a notepad made of grid paper and a green pen that he clicks three times before leaving it poised on the page.

Offering advice quickly starts to become supervising Jake as he remedies the dish. Constantly stopping to take down notes whenever you happen to say something that he thinks is helpful. You aren't entirely sure how it happens, but you go from explaining why it's important to check the potatoes since they were added so late in his cooking process to talking about movies and books you two have read and enjoyed lately. Then starting to spiral even further into a story about the first time Jake saw Tristan & Isolde.

"Honestly, Clover, you are a lifesaver and my hero. I gotta pay you back for this." Jake eventually says after checking his apple watch and muttering the time to himself.

"No payment needed. I was just doing the neighborly thing. If you ever need a cup of sugar, don't hesitate to let me know," you laugh, trying to redirect his gratitude away, so it wasn't shining on you so directly.

"No really, it would have been embarrassing to offer people inedible dinner. Actually, you should come over tonight free drinks, food, and I have this friend I would love to introduce you to. Y'all are going to get on like a grease fire, I'm sure of it."

You feel suddenly hollow at Jake's words, a startling reminder of reality. Jake really was like the sun catching things in his gravity and constantly pulling, shifting, and bending reality and time.

"Maybe some other time, Jake." You answer as sweet and levelly as you can. "I really gotta go, but y'all have fun tonight."

"Okay, next time then," he says with his eyes slightly narrowed but otherwise leaving it. He walks with you back through his house, waiting as you put your shoes back on.

"Thank you for taking off your shoes. I would have hated to mop again today. Thank you for helping me, not just with the dinner but the smoke too. That was super kind of you."

"No problem. Now, don't lift that lid until people show up and are ready to eat."

"I won't. I took good notes on the directions, I promise." He answers you, holding open the door for you.

"I know. Have a good night Jake." You say, passing through the door and heading back to your own house.

"Happy St. Paddy's Day!" He calls after you.

You just throw a hand up in acknowledgment and close your door. When you make it back to your living room, you can no longer hear Jake's TV. You do follow through with your plans, boarding yourself up in your room with headphones on, trying to forget the day and your blossoming attraction to your neighbor. Later that night, when you find yourself having to check the mail, you are startled to find a glass Tupperware on your front porch with leftovers all bundled together in a beeswax cloth.

On top was a small note card with a detailed four leaf clover drawn on it. On the back side, in a flowing cursive, Jake had written: Thank you, Clover. The short note followed by his name. Running your fingers over the drawing, you feel the little crush you had become a CRUSH. Developing a real, tangible attachment to an unattainable uninterested man feels like the cherry on top of your bad day. It's also, unfortunately, a problem you don't think sleep and a weekend off work will fix. Yes, you're without a doubt doomed to not be happy, and Jake is the worst reminder of it yet.

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itsgrimeytime · 9 days

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wipe it clean || Rick Grimes (TWD) x afab!reader

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Summary: Rick fucks you up against a counter, that's it.

TWs: NSFW mdni (18+), swearing, horny thoughts, dirty talk, teasing, fingering, a little bit of objectification, oral (fem + m receiving), face fucking, pet names, a hint of rough sex, hand/finger kink, finger sucking, teeny bit of a spit kink, a little degradation, cum swallowing, unprotected p in v (doggy style), hickeys, just a smidgen of hair pulling kink, dom/sub undertones, praise kink, a hint of a pain kink, possessiveness, oral fixation, cockdrunk, and begging.

[[A/N: I had a fantasy, and now I am here. Unlike my last smut, there is barely any plot. This is straight filth. A little domestic but like.... yeah. Anyway, enjoy :))) ]]

You were scrubbing away at the dishes mindlessly, it was a nice weekend. One for just you and Rick. This time around it was incredibly domestic, which made your head spin -all the fondness and casual affection making you dizzy. You were still getting used to all the little stuff with him.

Today was nice though, full of cuddling and fond eyes, it was really probably one of your best days with him.

You were humming, gently swishing the sponge along some of the plates. They weren't that dirty, luckily, so you were at your leisure. The gentle hum of the fridge and the sun peeking through the window, you felt very at peace here. Alexandria was getting safer in your head day by day.

Rick walked in then, hair mussed, shirt collar crooked, and sleep pants hanging low on his waist -your eyes dipped to the skin for a moment before you blinked it away.

"Hey," you chimed softly, to which he grinned.

He approached you then, pressing his lips languidly to your temple. You smiled on instinct.

"Hey baby," he walked behind you, fingertips drifting lightly on the skin above your waist (almost like he had this need to just touch you). Even with the shirt as a barrier, you could feel goosebumps spark against your skin like a jolt of electricity.

He slipped beside you, pulling things out of the dish rack and putting them into the correct cabinet. Your mind was astutely aware that his leg and back kept brushing into your side -back and forth, back and forth. Chancing a glance at him, you saw his arms stretched out (only slightly, he was so tall) -reaching for the top shelf. Your eyes hitched on the expanse of muscles teetering up his arm and you had the thought of just what was under that t-shirt, but you had seen it before.

Not that it wasn't less exciting, you still very much enjoyed those muscles in many different ways.

You almost smoothed your palm under his shirt, tracing along the muscles. Instead, you just thought about it, a little. Or maybe a lot.

Your eyes snapped to his hands, watching the veins and his fingers stretch around the rim of the bowl. And for a second, you thought of his hands on your waist -gripping you, holding you still (hard and yet still somehow soft). His hands squeezing and fingers rolling and pinching-

Clearing your throat, you refocus -scrubbing away at the last dish. It was a heavy pot.

It wouldn't be heavy for Rick, your mind chimed.

The thought made your breath get stuck in your throat, your heart pounding in your ears.

"'At it, baby?" He asked, low in his southern drawl, grabbing the pot from your hands. Before you could answer, he stretched up (revealing the tanned skin of his lower back, your eyes stuck there a moment) and hung it up on the rack.

He turned back to you, blue eyes attentively gazed onto you (it made you want to squirm) and you cleared your throat again, shaking your head to dissipate the fuzz in your mind.

"What? Yeah," you tapped your finger mindlessly against the counter, and maybe your voice cracked a little, "-that's... that's all of them."

Rick's eyebrows furrowed a second, eyes flickering in concern, "Everythin' alright?"

You couldn't tell if his attentiveness was making it worse or better.

You squeezed your hands into a fist once, and tapped it along the counter a few times -Rick's eyes following the motion intently, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, Rick. Really."

He stepped closer to you, hands smoothing down your arms -goosebumps left in the wake of his callouses.

You swallowed thickly again.

He did not have an idea what he was doing to you. You could tell.

Rick was a breath away now, eyes sure on finding yours and holding them there (you stretched out your fingers and squeezed them back into fists), "Ya sure?"

Eyes flicking to his lips a second, your breath hitched in your chest. You didn't have to speak at all. He knew immediately.

His composure completely changed, soft edges turning a touch sharper, and his smile blooming into a familiar smirk (one that very quickly could send you to your knees).

"Oh," he hummed, low and gravelly, "-I think I get it now, baby."

He stepped even closer, you could feel his body heat seep onto you. His eyes flickered all around your face, taking you in a little like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, as his hands wandered down to your waist. Riding your shirt up, he pushed his fingers there -skin on skin.

It made a spark shoot to your toes, and you bit back a whine.

Rick noticed it immediately, eyes intently flickering over yours (you could feel his puffs of breath against your skin), "So eager, hmm?"

You gnawed at your lip, eyes flickering to his lips and back up. His smirk smoothed onto his lips, eyes heavy with want.

"What was it?" He hummed, pushing you back a little (your back hit the counter), "'S me helpin' ya? Was it my hands?"

A little whine crawled up your throat.

"Yeah?" He murmured, southern drawl and sleep slur (you felt your knees buckle, Rick tightened his grip holding you in place), -Ya thinkin' about my fingers? Stretchin' ya out for my cock?"

You whined again, louder this time, lip trembling. Rick watched it with rapt attention.

"Or maybe," he purred, moving his mouth close to your ear, "-ya were thinkin' about wrappin' your pretty mouth around 'em for me."

"Rick, please," you moaned, -the heat in your core felt like you might combust.

"Please what, baby?" He spoke, tone deeper, "-Use your words."

"I want them-" you sighed out, breath hitching in your throat, "-I want them in my mouth, please."

"Well," he cooed, low tone so deep it was almost a growl, "-since ya asked so nicely."

Rick pulled back, barely a breath. Eyes smoothing over you, the way you squirmed in place. Smirking, he leaned forward and placed a kiss at the hinge of your jaw.

You whined again, desperate -god, "Please."

"So desperate, just for my fingers," his eyes were heavy on yours, "-you'll be beggin' for my cock, yeah?"

You moaned at the thought of him filling your mouth, pushing down your throat. Oh god, you wanted it all.

"Patience, baby," he purred, before his tone got much more heavy.

"Open."

You didn't hesitate, obediently parting your lips.

"So good for me," he smiled, before tilting your head back just slightly, and pushing his index finger past your lips.

You moaned around it, tongue swirling -you could taste the salty sweat, just Rick. Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked on it -tongue twirling over every crease.

His eyes hooded as they just watched you suck on his fingers, so eagerly -pupils blown.

Without warning, he slipped another one in your mouth and obediently you licked every inch.

Rick let out a groan, voice low and a little breathy, "So desperate, baby, ya gonna lick every last inch? Cover 'em in your spit for me?"

You moaned, rumbling against his hand. He put a third finger in, staring as he bit his lip -watching your lips mold around his fingers. He traced their path, and swallowed heavily.

You lapped them up, sucking and licking and just tasting him. Rick at his very core. The saltiness of his sweat was just so good, and seeing him react just made the fire in your gut grow hotter.

Swallowing around them (throat constricting), he rolled out a groan, eyes rolling into the back of his head, that made you try to pinch your legs together -desperate for some friction.

Rick stopped you, free hand holding your knee -fingertips pushing into your skin.

"At's my job, baby," he purred, trailing his hand up your thigh, "-ya got my fingers ready for ya and everythin'."

Your legs trembled, teetering in place, and Rick laughed a little, "Gettin' on your knees, already, darlin'?"

You nodded, vehemently, voice rumbling against his fingers. Rick pulled them out of your mouth, lines of spit drawing from your lips.

"I want you in my mouth, Rick," you nearly begged, "-want you to fill up my throat until I choke."

He groaned, one hand tediously near your core, but stayed focused, "'S your turn, baby, not mine. Be patient."

Without warning, he pushed his palm against your clit through your pants -hard against the fabric.

Your head snapped back, stinging as it hit the counter, and you moaned loud -Rick's pupils were completely blown, eyes dipping over your face like you were a feast and he was starving.

"Off," he demanded, simply, "-all of it, off."

You scrambled, pulling your shirt up over your shoulders -leaving an expanse of skin in its wake. Rick's blue eyes darted all over it, like he was trying to take it all in, see every inch of you.

And then, he tugged down your waistband. Holding you solidly against the counter (it pressed against your back), he slid them off your legs. All it left was your soaked underwear.

Rick licked his lips, jaw clinching -pupils blown.

"Look at you," he tsked, "-so wet for me already. Didn't even need your pretty mouth, baby."

You moaned out, breathlessly, hands coming up to scratch at his shirt.

Rick responded immediately, one hand still holding you up, and slid his shirt off his chest. Your eyes honed in on the stains on the fabric, his fingers still glistening with your spit.

Without hesitation, your nails dug into his skin. Rick swallowed heavily, hissing in a mix of pleasure and pain. You instinctively moved forward mouthing at his jaw, sucking along the stubble -you just needed to-

Growling, he grabbed the fabric of your underwear with much more force -ripping it with ease. You let out a gaspy moan that clawed up your throat.

Using one hand, he lifted you a little -counter lower on your back than it was before. And then, he pushed his forearm against your waist, hand splayed across the edge of your stomach, anchoring you to the counter. The edge of it dug slightly into your skin, cold sharp countertop, and made you a little delirious.

"'At okay baby?" He spoke, eyes sort of soft, "-Doesn't hurt?"

You swallowed, nodding your head wordlessly.

Rick's eyes flicked back to something heavier, a low sort of growl, "Words."

Goosebumps rattled up your arms, but you spoke immediately, breath caught in your chest (you could feel his fingers just a breath away from your core) "Yes, Rick, it's f-fine, doesn't hurt."

"Good job, baby," he hummed, leaning forward and mouthing at your jaw -his stubble left a pleasant buzz along your skin, "-You've been so good, think it's time ya got your reward, yeah?"

Rick's fingers swirled through your folds, gathering up your wetness with tedious strokes.

You tried to push down on him, but his arm that anchored you wouldn't let you move an inch. Something shot up your spine, that you were stuck, molten twisting at your core. Rick could do whatever he wanted.

"Rick, yes, yes," you begged, a little blearily, "-please."

"Okay, baby," he purred against your skin, now mouthing along your neck (his drawl rumbled down through the flame in your stomach), "-I gotcha."

Gathering your wetness, he pushed his middle finger into your core. Your breath rattled out of your chest, as he slowly crooked it into you. You just wanted more, faster-

You squirmed against his grip and the counter pushed into your skin with a distant sort of ache, whines echoing out of your lips, "Please, please, I can handle more. I want more."

Rick shushed you, curling his finger inside you in just the right way (it made your heart pound in your chest), "Be patient, baby, ya gotta be all stretched out for me."

Shaking out a breath, you grabbed endlessly at his skin, fingertips brushing along frantically, and bit down a moan -the heat in your stomach flared up.

"Let me hear ya baby," he cooed, kissing the corner of your mouth, "-'Want the whole compound to hear ya, so 'ey know you're mine."

You whined, trying to shimmy down onto him, eager to be full. Rick only pushed harder on your waist, keeping you in place; your voice trembled in your throat, tiny little noises escaping your lips desperately. He was watching every single one.

And then, he curled it just right and you felt a moan rattle through your bones.

"'Cause nobody else can make ya feel like 'is, hmm?"

"Nobody," you whined out, "-only you Rick, only you."

"Good," he purred, low drawl that shot straight to your core, "-'Think ya get another reward for bein' so good for me."

"Yes, yes, yes," you moaned, "-please, please-"

"So desperate," he laughed, pushing his finger into you down to the knuckle, eyes hooded as they skimmed over you, "-Imagine you all filled up with my cock, I bet ya'd get on your knees for me right now, if I asked, hmm?"

You nodded your head, breath caught in your chest, "I would, Rick, I would-"

"And 'at would ya wanna do down 'ere?" Rick hummed, leisurely pushing his finger in and out of you -you bit your lip as he curled into the spot.

"Want you to fuck my mouth," you breathed out, desperate with your voice cracking, "-until I choke. Wanna choke on you-"

Rick swallowed, pupils blown, groaning slightly (he shifted his feet, and your eyes darted to the tent in his pants), "You're gonna kill me, baby."

You just looked at him a moment, feeling his finger slow and tediously curling into you, lips smoothing along the expanse of your skin. Stubble buzzing a path in its wake, your hand mindlessly came up to the back of his head -keeping him close. Your fingers twisted into his curls lightly, threaded through his hair.

He let out a low groan against your skin as you tugged, picking up the pace of his hands and making you whine. Grabbing at his face, you snapped your lips to his.

Instead of coaxing your tongue out, Rick pushed a second finger in, your core squeezing around them, as he grunted lowly at the sensation. His pace picked up, and you could hear the squelch of him fingering you, wetness pooling beneath you and onto his fingers. Your lips parted into a moan against his, and Rick shoved his tongue down your throat at the opportunity.

Dancing along each other's mouths, you swirled your tongue around his -eagerly lapping up the taste of Rick.

Gasping, you pushed your hand gently onto the hinge of his jaw, opening his mouth wide at the press of your fingertips. You coaxed his tongue into your mouth and hollowed out your cheeks -sucking on it. Rick grumbled low into that one, drumming down your throat, as he with no forewarning put his third finger through your core.

You gasped, and Rick sucked it right out of your lungs -tilting his head to lick every inch of your mouth.

His lips sloppily engulfed yours, dragging your bottom lip through his teeth. You moaned into his mouth, and Rick swallowed the noise as quickly as it came. He started moving faster, hand moving in and out, in and out, in and out. Hitting your spongy walls over and over again, a moan rumbled out of your lips -stuck in the seal of your kiss.

The heat in your stomach coiled, molten lava tossing and the tight feeling pounding so loud, you could feel it about to snap.

"Rick," he shoved them back in, curling them into you just at the right spot (your lips parted for a low whine), "-Rick, please, I'm so close."

"Just on my fingers?" he hummed, biting at your neck and leaving a red trail of hickeys -plush lips billowing along your sweaty skin, fingers still pumping in and out of you, "-Maybe I 'aven't been fuckin' ya enough, hmm?"

You squeezed your legs together (you wanted him so bad), Rick's calloused skin rubbing harshly against your thighs. Your eyes darted to your core, and you saw his long fingers go in and out, covered in your wetness.

"God, Rick," you moaned out, slamming your head back up against the counter, breaths rattling through your chest, "-god, I'm so close, so close-"

Pulling back a second from your neck and searching over you, your hands smoothed over his shoulders and landed behind his neck. Threading your fingers through his hair, you pulled, tight, as the coil in your stomach almost became unbearable.

Rick let out a long groan, sloppily coming to kiss along your jaw, licking it all the way through with his tongue. You just deliriously repeated, mind fuzzy, "Rick, Rick, Rick-"

"Ya want me to help?" he hummed, sucking along your collarbone and pinching the skin between his teeth, "-Should I help ya, baby?"

"God, please, yes," shot out of your lungs, as you squeezed your legs tighter. Rick grunted at the pressure.

Taking his thumb, he brushed it against your clit -rough callouses against sensitive skin. It shot through like a jolt in your spine -instinctively you whined, wanting more. Rick obeyed, rubbing rough circles into your clit, eyes taking in every fidget like he wanted to eat you alive.

Your whole body felt like it was on fire, as you squirmed under his arm, "God, Rick, God. No one fucks me like you do-"

"Damn right, baby," he pushed his thumb harder into your clit, your eyes went bleary a second, and the coil in your stomach tightened.

"God, oh, god, Rick," you moaned out, noises clawing up your throat, "-god, I'm cumming, fuck, Rick-"

Leaning in close to your ear, he cooed out -breaths puffing against your sticky skin, "Give it to me, baby. I wanna see ya cum 'round my fingers."

Something in your stomach snapped, fire shooting up from your stomach. You twitched, body moving involuntarily, legs tightening around his hand -squeezing his fingers between your folds.

Rick let out a long groan, watching as you twitched through your orgasm with heavy blue eyes -lip sucked between his teeth. All for his fingers.

You let out a breath, shaky, as Rick pulled his fingers out (dripping in your wetness), leaving you feeling a little empty. You whined softly at the loss.

"So soaked for me," he hummed, before bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking it off like it was his last meal on earth, "-god, baby, you taste so fuckin' good."

"Rick," you whined, a little spark building in your gut.

He smiled, fingers wet with his spit, sneaking them between your lips, "Already? Must be damn desperate for my cock, hmm?"

You lapped them up, obediently, on instinct, hollowing your cheeks out. You could taste yourself and it made your eyes roll back into your head, moaning around his fingers. Rick hissed a breath through his mouth, blown pupils trailing along your lips.

"Keep goin' like that, you'll 'ave me cummin' in my pants, darlin'."

"No, no," you begged, and he pulled out his fingers to listen, "-Fuck my mouth, please, Rick. I want to taste you."

"Shit, baby," he groaned out, but before he could say another word, you were on your knees.

Right in your face was his tented pajama pants, moving quickly you mouthed at the tip of his cock -tongue dipping along the tip. Your hands went to work twisting around his shaft, and the other squeezing hard at the base. He let out a low moan that rumbled through your chest and shot to your coiling core.

Whining and desperate, you grabbed his waistband and pulled it down his legs.

His thick cock sprung out in front of your face, red-tipped, achingly hard, and already dripping with precum. You were nearly drooling.

Moving forward, you licked up what you could, tongue smoothing along his sensitive skin -lapping up everything you can of just... Rick. Experimentally, you pursed your lips around his tip and sucked.

Rick's hands shot to the back of your head, groan echoing out into the air.

"Fuck my face, Rick," you repeated, breathlessly like a mantra, "-fill up my mouth with your cock. Wanna be full of you-"

Something in Rick snapped, and he growled pushing his cock past your lips, you moaned around it -licking all that you could. The sound reverberated through him, rattling up his body. Rick's head tilted back as his adam's apple bobbed and he groaned -deep.

"God, baby," he cooed, voice low and rough, "-pretty little mouth all clogged up with my cock."

You sucked on his tip, and his groan rattled through the air -loud. Whining, you couldn't help as one of your hands fell to your clit -harshly pushing your palm into it.

"Touchin' yourself, hmm?" he breathed out, swallowing as you pulled his hips forward, tip touching the back of your throat, "-my cock in your mouth gonna make you cum, baby?"

Grabbing his hands on your head, you tried to urge him forward -tracing the veins on his shaft with your tongue. Rick growled, lone tone rattling to your core, you pushed your palm harder into your clit -more, more-

Fingers gripping much tighter onto your head, he shoved you forward -nose bumping his navel. You gagged a little, eyes watering, and throat constricting -squeezing Rick's cock effortlessly. He grunted, pulling you further back and repeating the process, the tip still bouncing off the back of your throat.

You moaned, hollowing your cheeks and wrapping your lips around his cock -milking it in your mouth. Rick's response was instant, pushing you further down -flush with his navel.

"Fuck, baby-"

Pulling you off again, Rick gathered a rhythm -quick and fast. His cock would reach down your throat and you would gag and suck until you couldn't anymore. He'd grind his teeth, and a grunt seeped through his lips, that shot straight to the coil in your stomach. With each thrust into your mouth, the quicker he moved -blearily you blinked back tears.

Fingertips tightened on your skin and desperation clawing up his throat, you moaned around his shaft. And he sucked a breath through his lips.

"So hot and wet," he purred, thrusting into your face, "-just a pretty lil' hole for my cock, hmm? Is that all you're good for? To swallow my cock with your pretty lil' lips?"

You moaned, nodding against his skin, as he thrust into you -jaw opening further. In your haze, you fuzzily scanned over his body -seeing his muscles tighten. The heat in your body built, coil tightening in your stomach.

Rick pounded into the back of your throat, enforcing the bobbing of your head, as you hollowed your cheeks to lick and suck on all of the skin you could. He tasted so good.

You watched a shaky groan leave his lips. Blue yes squeezed shut, and breath picking up in his chest.

"Fuck," he deeply thrust into your throat -the tip bouncing off the back of your neck, you gagged. He hissed another breath through his lips, and you watched how everything in his body tensed.

"-fuck," you hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder (you want to taste him), and your fingers circling your clit faster -watching him react to you, "-fuck, fuck, fuck."

His thrusts stayed consistent, head bobbing along as he guided your throat up his cock -farther and farther. Your tongue lapped at it, endlessly swarming the salty taste of sweat and the taste of your own saliva; Rick groaned.

"Such a pretty lil' mouth," he repeated, deliriously, "-plugged up by my cock. Takin' me so good-"

Your face bounced against his thrusts -nose pressing into his navel, you slinked your cheeks hollow and tongued over every surface of his cock. All of it, more, more, more-

"I'm gonna cum," he groaned out, breathless, but not relenting his pace, you sucked even harder -taking it upon yourself to pull his hips further (tip sinking into your throat), "-fuck, baby, Imma cum down your pretty lil' fuckin' throat."

A loud moan left your lips then, as you kept your hands on his hips -holding him in place. Rick mindlessly thrusted into your mouth, words muttered under his breath, and gasps every time you swallowed around him. You watched him with heavy eyes, watching the twitch of his muscles, the pinch of his eyebrows.

"So fuckin' close," he hissed, and you watched as his muscles tightened -dropping your hand, and palm desperately grinding into your clit, "-god, baby, your mouth was made for me, hmm?"

You moaned against his cock, rumbling through him, and watched how all of his muscles snapped, hips stuttering to a stop. A hot spurt coating the back of your throat, salty taste glazing your tongue, you licked over his skin, making sure to get it all.

Rick let out a low groan as you swallowed it down, cock already hardening again in your mouth.

Pulling your lips off with a pop, his cock fell out of your mouth -right in front of your face. You leaned forward and kissed the tip.

He growled, hands grabbing at you, pulling you to stand, "Up."

You whined, legs squeezing together, as he leaned you against the counter -shoving his tongue down your throat. Swirling around and tasting himself, he let out a low groan that rumbled through your lungs, adding to the molten lava churning.

Pulling back, he grabbed under your arms and pushed your back onto the counter. Laying you down against it. In the same breath, he hitched both your knees over his shoulders -heavy gaze in the blue eyes. You whimpered, as he turned to press a kiss to the inside of your thigh.

"'S your turn, baby," he breathed out, and you could feel his breaths against your sensitive heat.

"Rick," you moaned, "-please-"

"Don't 'ave to tell me twice," he grumbled out low and latched his mouth onto your heat.

"Shit," his tongue swirled around your folds, flicking through each layer of skin, desperate and hungry, "-fuck, Rick-"

His blue eyes trailed over your figure, as you erratically grabbed at yourself and the counter. Stubble pleasantly burning against your skin, you locked your legs behind his head and squeezed him forward. Rick groaned, pupils blown as he danced around you, watching you bitting your lip and whisper -belligerent.

And then he pulled your clit between his teeth, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking.

"Fuck," you spoke, throwing your head back onto the counter top, breathless, "-god, your mouth Rick, god-"

He let go, lapping up your wetness like it was liquid gold, tongue creasing through all your folds -finding every last drop. Searching for friction, you scooted yourself down onto his tongue -stubble brushing up against your clit. The coil in your stomach tightened, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, and a loud moan clawed up your throat.

Rick grunted, dipping his tongue into your core, licking around the skin, twisting deep in you, and pulling back out. As it smoothed along your walls, flicking back and forth, back and forth, your legs started to tremble around his head.

It felt like your stomach was going to snap, molten lava coiling so tight. You squeezed his head further forward.

"Rick, fuck, Rick, I'm cumming-"

"Already?" He pushed his lips around your clit and sucked so hard that you couldn't see straight.

"God, yes-"

It snapped as your body twitched, Rick's tongue eagerly lapping it all up, licking and sucking, taking all of you into his mouth like he was addicted.

"So sweet," he grumbled, breath puffed against your sensitive clit -you whined, "-just perfect for me, aren't ya, baby?"

"The best for you," you spoke deliriously, breathless, "-Rick, I need you-"

"I know, baby," he hummed, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you down from the counter. You followed with a whine, hands grabbing at his chest, sticky skin to his.

He grunted, mindlessly stroking his cock in his hand -fingers squeezing as his eyes fell closed a second. You bit your lip and whined, taking your hand and wrapping it around his shaft -squeezing once.

"Fuck," he groaned, looking at you, "-I ain't gonna last long."

You begged, "I want you in me Rick. Fuck me, please."

He grunted, languidly kissing your neck, low voice grumbling against your skin, "-Don't worry baby, Imma give ya what ya need. Fuck ya good and hard with my cock. 'At what you want?"

You whined, squeezed your legs together -desperate for friction., and his eyes dropped to it for a moment, pupils blown. Something in him snapped.

"Turn around."

Instinctively, you obeyed.

Rick kissed up your spine, feverishly licking and sucking. Before pushing you forward, his hand splayed out on your back, holding you in place -as he bends you over the counter.

It dug into your skin, all cold sharp edges, as he scratched along your skin. Your lips parted into a moan, whining.

He laughed a little, "Ain't even in ya yet, and you're already beggin'."

You whined, trying to scoot back, his hands stopped you -grabbing your hips and keeping you in place.

"Be patient, baby," he purred, "-patience."

You whined louder, begging, "Rick, please."

You felt the tip of his cock tease along your folds, avoiding what you really wanted.

"Rick-"

Fingers gripping you tight and a low growl leaving his lips, he snapped you back to his navel -cock shooting through you. It burned a little, and the moan that left your lungs echoed into the air -loud.

Rick repeated it, pulling you all the way out and shoving you back in, as your chest rubbed against the counter and body bounced against his.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" you blubbered out, "-Rick-"

"'Is what ya wanted, baby?" he purred, pounding into you, "-ya want me pushed so deep that ya can feel me in your throat again?"

"Fuck," you moaned out as he kept the pace, skin slapping in the silence of the room.

"Want it so deep 'at ya feel me for days," he spoke, breathless, "-won't be able to fuckin' walk. Feel so empty because ya want my cock fucking you."

"Always feel so empty," you whined, face pushed against the counter, "-you fill me up so good."

"Ya just wanna bounce on my cock all day, hm?" He groaned, hands gripping tighter, "-Want me to keep ya filled? Fill that pretty little hole?"

"Yes, yes, Rick, please-"

He only went faster, skin slapping, and your throat creaking out moans without stopping.

"Fuck me, Rick," you repeated, belligerent, "-fuck me, you fuck me so good."

"Who knows just how to take care of ya?"

"You, Rick," you answered, and he fucked deep into you, the coil in your stomach twisting.

"You'll always be mine," he leaned forward, mouthing at the bottom of your spine -teeth scraping your skin.

You hissed, voice bouncing as he fucked into you, coil building into your stomach, "Shit, shit, shit-"

Rick groaned, as you squeezed your legs together, "Gonna cum for me again baby? Cum on my cock, like ya been wanting to?"

"'S all I want," you slurred, skin slapping and his finger dug into the flesh over your hips, "-to have your cock fill me up, so full."

"Then cum, baby," he growled, leaning forward and biting and sucking on your skin -wherever he could, "-cum for me again."

Everything in you seized, legs twitching, and squeezing your eyes shut so tight that you saw stars flash behind your eyes. Squeezing his cock, Rick groaned loud and it made you whine, even though you were boneless.

He just kept pounding into you, hitting that perfect spot, as you moaned out, legs squeezed together and mouth hung open.

"Damn, you are so perfect, darlin'," he hummed, belligerent, "-so hot and wet, know just how to get me goin', hmm?"

You moaned out.

Rick let out a long groan that shook through your body, and his hips stuttered to a stop. You felt the hot spurt fill you, coating your walls, cock softening inside of you.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned out, voice spent, and gasping for breaths, "-Think 'at's our best yet."

You laughed against the countertop.

Rick moved gently, pulling himself out, and moving your hips to flip you back over. He smiled brightly at you when he connected your eyes, something fond and twinkly.

"Only you could look at me that way after fucking the shit out of me," you quipped, breathless.

He laughed, pressing a sweet simple kiss to your lips, and pulling you up by your shoulders. Eyes swimming over you, you briefly wondered just how much he marked you up. But your mind was too blissfully quiet to think about it, you let your eyes fall shut and leaned into his hands.

"Look at ya," he cooed, gently holding your jaw to face him, "-Did I tire ya out, baby?"

You hummed, eyes flickering open, "Maybe a little."

He bellowed out a laugh, darting around beside the two of you.

"Ya gonna be able to sit up by yourself?" He hummed, gentle and careful, "-Gotta get somethin' to clean ya up with."

You blinked your eyes open and nodded. Rick looked at you a second longer (as if to make sure), before fishing around and finding his shirt slung across the floor. Gently, he wiped you clean, careful brush of fingertips.

And then taking your face into his hands, eyes much softer, and skin flushed pink.

"Ya wanna go an' shower, baby?"

You wordlessly nodded, leaning forward and kissing his stubble. Rick smiled, pulling you down from the countertop. As soon as your feet touched the ground, your knees wobbled.

He laughed again, shifting his hand to hold your waist up and kissing your temple, "Must've fucked ya good this time, hm?"

"Very good," you added, a little slurred.

Rick laughed, quickly kissing your lips, and guided you off into the shower.

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do it | boo seungkwan

title: do it

pairing: boo seungkwan x fem reader

rating: explicit (18+)

word count: 4.5k

genres: friends to lovers, fluff, smut

summary: when you and your crush best friend watch a scary movie together and can't sleep, you have to let him stay over... right?

warnings: smut (kissing, dirty talk, oral, fingering, unprotected sex), pet names (baby, sweetie), same bed trope, seungkwan is a tiny bit mean, but he also loves kissing!

a/n: this is my first svt fic and i look forward to writing more ;w; thanks for reading!

“Whose idea was this again?”

You jumped at the voice coming from the other side of the couch. Seungkwan had somehow ended up sitting right next to you (hogging the blanket, mind you) so you could hear the slight tremble in his unusually quiet voice.

Your friend group was very aware of this as they had to deal with the aftermath of hearing half-assed movie reviews from the both of you. This week, Vernon had taken it upon himself to recommend watching Midsommar. “It’s not that scary,” he had said with a slight grin.

You and Seungkwan’s weekly movie nights were usually a great time. Both of you would take turns picking a film to watch. It was possible that you were both using these nights as an opportunity to get tipsy and inhale snacks.

Yeah, either that was a lie or you and Seungkwan were the biggest crybabies on Earth.

“Vernon’s idea,” you whispered back. You could hear the annoyed grumbling of your friend next to you and that made you giggle.

“Are you laughing at me now?!” Seungkwan gasped and flicked your knee from under the blanket you were sharing. “Like you weren’t almost crying earlier when the movie had barely started.” He went back to pouting and staring at the screen.

You smiled in amusement again and glanced at his side profile. Now, it was just common sense that Seungkwan was attractive. It was most obvious to you on nights like this when you were stuck next to him, his face lit up by the television screen. He had gone blonde recently as well so he looked even more ethereal than usual. You were quick to push back those thoughts and refocus on the movie.

---

It was about an hour later and Seungkwan was now clinging to your side in fear. He was so jittery and nervous throughout the whole movie that you almost felt bad - almost. It was hard to focus at the moment with him grabbing your arm and trying to hide behind you.

“Look, it’s over! No more torture!” You poked him in the cheek and he finally moved back a little when he realized how close he was to you.

“That was ridiculous. I don’t know how people willingly watch scary things…” Seungkwan said with a slight frown and you could tell that he was relieved it was over.

“I mean, it’s kind of funny that Vernon was able to prank us so easily,” you said with a shrug and were quickly met with a glare from your friend.

“We have different definitions of funny.” You laughed out loud at that and Seungkwan smiled along with you.

“By the way, you have to let me sleep here. I can’t leave in this condition,” he said while avoiding eye contact. He looked extremely bashful for someone who almost always ends up crashing at your place when you two hang out. It seemed as if he read your mind because he quickly straightened up.

“Since when do you ask? I usually just end up finding you here passed out on the couch,” you replied, hoping this situation wouldn’t escalate for the sake of your own heart.

“Geez, so much for trying to be nice,” Seungkwan playfully rolled his eyes. “I mean that you have to let me sleep in your bed. Otherwise I’m gonna have nightmares…” he pouted toward you.

You let a beat of silence pass as you felt a million thoughts run through your brain.

Why is he being shy? He’s just being annoying.

Wait, but when was the last time we slept in the same bed? Maybe a year ago when you got too drunk together at one of Mingyu’s parties?

Luckily you were able to get yourself together when you realized: I’m the one with the unrequited crush here. Not him.

“Ugh, fine. But you’re sleeping on the side against the wall.”

---

“I think I still have a pair of your shorts, you can look through my closet and change into those!” you yelled from your bathroom as you were washing your face. This was, of course, after Seungkwan had invaded your bathroom and insisted on doing his skincare routine first. You really didn’t like how domestic it felt. Once you finished up you made your way to your bed and got under the covers, ready to get this night over with.

“These were my favorite shorts, how did I not know you stole them from me?” Seungkwan exclaimed as he walked out of your closet in his shirt and (comfy) navy blue sweat shorts.

“Not my fault you left them here. And they’re comfortable as hell,” you say as you roll over to let him get on the bed. You feel him lift up the sheet and get under it, the mattress dipping slightly.

“Oh, you sleep without pants on?” Seungkwan said quietly, obviously flustered but trying to sound normal. You snorted out a laugh and rolled over to face him.

“Duh. Did you forget it’s the middle of the summer?” It was pitch black in your room but you can feel him roll over and look at you.

“Most of us don’t sweat as much as you do,” he replies and you punch him in the arm.

“Shut up and go to sleep already, you baby,” you roll back over with a sigh, hoping to finally rest after having such a long day. Being in bed with Seungkwan was the last thing you needed right now. Luckily your exhaustion was overtaking how nervous you were.

After a minute or two of silence Seungkwan spoke up in an uncharacteristically soft voice.

“Um, hey, are you awake?”

You grumbled out an mhm and waited for him to reply.

“Can we cuddle? I feel like I won’t be able to fall asleep…” When you didn’t immediately answer, he followed up with “I’m still a bit freaked out. I know you cuddle with stuffed animals, just saying.” Of course he had to add that.

“Whatever. You be the big spoon.”

You tried to calm your heartbeat down as you felt Seungkwan carefully move next to you. For some reason his gentle movement beside you made your insides flush with warmth. It was as if he was scared to accidentally graze you the wrong way even though you’d been best friends for years. The silence in the room was so heavy as Seungkwan wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling himself into your space. He went to rest his head on your shoulder and you thought you were about to spontaneously combust.

“You’re so warm,” Seungkwan whispered right next to your ear. Yeah, you were definitely going to die before this night was over.

“Sorry, I can turn the fan on if you want,” you whispered back and hoped he wouldn’t notice how shaky your voice was. He just exhaled a laugh (that you could feel right on your cheek).

“Mm, no. You’re warm and soft. It feels comfortable. You smell so good too,” Seungkwan replied as he squeezed you a bit tighter and cuddled closer to you. At this point, you figured he knew exactly what he was doing. You’d never experienced this much tension in your life, especially with your friend. You finally gave into your urges and moved your hand down to rest it on top of Seungkwan’s. In turn, he pushed his face even farther into your neck - so much that you could feel his warm breath on your skin and it was driving you crazy.

“Kwannie…” you accidentally said out loud and it was too late when you realized. This obviously had an effect on Seungkwan because you could hear and feel him take a deep breath. Nothing happened for a few seconds after and you slightly hoped that he would ignore it. The other part of you was becoming more desperate as time passed. Suddenly, you felt Seungkwan’s hand slowly move towards the edge of your shirt and pause.

“Is this okay?” he whispered directly into your ear in a voice you weren’t used to. You were used to outgoing and friendly Seungkwan with his sweet voice. This Seungkwan had a breathy and deep tone that caused a shiver to run through your body.

“Please,” you said louder than you meant to and you almost cringed at how embarrassed you were. How were you already begging when he just barely moved his hand down your body? And what exactly were you asking for?

Apparently Seungkwan didn’t feel the same way because his movements only seemed to grow more confident. He smoothly ran his hand under your shirt and across the warm skin of your stomach. You bit back a gasp and covered his hand with your own. Softly, Seungkwan rolled your body over so that you were laying on your back. He positioned himself above you and he was so close that you could slightly see him in the darkness. The tenderness of each action was making your heart ache even as you found yourself lying beneath him. Suddenly, his hand reached over to turn on your bedside lamp.

Once you were both slightly illuminated Seungkwan looked down at you and smiled.

“You look so beautiful, I wanna see you,” he said with a huge grin and it made you cover your face in embarrassment.

“You’re insane,” you said with a laugh and he grabbed your hands to move them away.

“Don’t laugh at me, I’m serious!” he added with a pout. After the laughter dispersed, you finally took some initiative and pulled Seungkwan down into a peck on the lips. He hesitated for a moment out of shock but quickly grabbed your face and kissed you deeply. You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. Seungkwan was a very careful and passionate kisser, unlike what you expected. You opened your mouth a bit wider to deepen the kiss and let him slip his tongue in, letting out a tiny moan at the feeling. You were getting more and more turned on by the second. After a few minutes of making out, Seungkwan’s hands began roaming your body before he paused.

“Um, I’m not sure how to word this but… how far do you wanna go? I mean, it’s just that we’re friends and I like you and I don’t want to pressure you into-”

You took both of his hands into yours to make him stop rambling.

“Seungkwan, I want you. I’ve wanted this for so long,” you said, hoping that you could get your message across to him. He grinned and nodded, slightly embarrassed that you had to stop him from his nervous ranting. Seungkwan’s obvious jumpiness made your own heart calm down a bit, and he leaned down and pulled you into an even deeper kiss as he interlocked your fingers together. You squeezed his hands and let yourself melt easily beneath his touch. His tongue began to explore your mouth again, which caused you to arch up against Seungkwan’s body. Now it was his turn to let out a moan and grind his hips down against yours.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he said with a heavy gasp as he pulled back from the kiss to breathe. You looked back up at him in a daze, and your body felt like it was on fire. You could feel how hard Seungkwan was from where he was positioned above you. Suddenly feeling a bit bolder, you wrapped your legs around his waist so you could feel him completely. This caused Seungkwan to groan and move his lips down to your neck. He began to push your oversized shirt up and you immediately took the hint to lift your arms so he could yank the shirt off of you and throw it off the bed. Seungkwan looked over your exposed body with a pleased look on his face, bending down to kiss your cheek and whisper in your ear.

“You’re so gorgeous, and all for me,” he said, his words laced with a tiny bit of possessiveness that you loved.

You swallowed heavily and replied quietly, “Now I want to see you.”

Seungkwan laughed and pulled his own shirt and shorts off, leaving him in his black underwear. You couldn’t help but stare at his body, totally sure that your expression looked like you wanted to eat him whole.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before,” he added with a wink that made you snort. You never understood how Seungkwan was so funny but still so sexy when he wanted to be. Your own friend was an enigma to you sometimes. He crawled back to his position over you and you ran your hands down his (very solid) chest.

“I know, but you’re still hot. And it seems like you’ve been working out,” you emphasized your words with a squeeze at his biceps. He exhaled another laugh and firmly slid his hands up and over your breasts, drawing a gasp out of you.

“Don’t tease me,” he mumbled before capturing your mouth in a deep kiss as he began to massage your tits and run his thumbs over your hard nipples. You moaned loudly into his mouth and quickly resumed your earlier position with your legs around his waist, grinding up into his erection. Seungkwan kissed his way down your neck and to your breasts, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking harshly on it while squeezing the other. You moaned his name out and twisted both of your hands into his soft blonde hair. He pulled back a bit and looked at you with dark eyes.

“Your body is so sensitive, huh? Just like I imagined,” Your groan caught in your throat and your brain scrambled at his words. He went back to sucking on your breasts, leaving hickeys on your chest and taking his time kissing all over you. The feeling made you squirm even more. Seungkwan then moved down your stomach and made himself comfortable between your open legs. You lifted your head up a bit to look down at him and as you both made eye contact, he moved his thumb across your underwear in a rubbing motion. You moaned loudly in surprise.

“Do you realize how wet you are? Your cute little panties are all soaked…” Seungkwan said in a teasing voice and you threw your head back down to the pillow with a whine as he placed his tongue over the lacy material. He proceeded to then sloppily lick and suck over your panties, creating a wet mess that you could feel.

“Kwannie, I want more…” you whined against the pillow and tried to buck your hips up. This obviously didn’t fly with Seungkwan, as he quickly gripped your hips and held them down against the mattress.

“Baby, you need to be patient,” he said, his voice raspy. “Yeah?”

You could feel your pussy twitch at both the pet name and the tone of his voice. The perverted side of your brain had always secretly loved seeing Seungkwan be bossy or mean. You were quickly brought back to reality when you felt a light slap on your inner thigh.

“Y-yes, I’ll be patient, ‘m sorry,” you replied in the loudest voice you could muster.

Seungkwan quirked his eyebrow up at your reaction. He looped his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and pulled it down your legs, your body shivering as he exposed your cunt.

“So you like being told what to do?” he said, looking down at you again. He was quick to hold your thighs apart so that you couldn’t squeeze them together for relief. You were silent, your reply caught in your throat.

“Mmm, I should’ve known though. All those stories you’ve told me about your shitty hookups,” Seungkwan said with a chuckle. “I would always go home and think about how much better I could treat you than them,” he continued as he ran his index finger through your wetness. “How much better I could make you feel.” His finger slowly ran up and down your center, lightly ghosting over your clit. His confession made your heart clench in your chest. Had Seungkwan always felt like this?

“You’re already so much better…” you replied, moving your head to the side to finally make eye contact with the blonde above you. Seungkwan smiled warmly and moved down to peck you on the lips, adding another finger to rub your clit more strongly.

“What do you want me to do, baby? You gotta tell me so I can make you feel good,” he whispered in your ear, kissing and nibbling on it. You moved both of your hands to run across the broad area of his back.

“I, um-” you hesitated. “I want you to eat me out, please.” You could hear Seungkwan’s breath hitch in his throat. He quickly kissed you on the cheek in reply and settled between your legs again. Somehow, he still looked angelic like this. His honey blonde hair was fluffy and his bangs were in his face - his cheeks lightly dusted with pink as well. The only new thing was how dark and sharp his eyes looked as he left open mouthed kisses all over your thighs.

“Just don’t move your hips, okay? Let me take care of you,” he added. You nodded dumbly in response, unable to take your eyes off him. Seungkwan started by rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb, his other hand curled around your thigh to keep you in place. He gently licked up your folds, causing you to throw your head back with a gasp. You truly were sensitive, especially after not hooking up with someone for so long. Your hands quickly found themselves grasping for Seungkwan’s hair. He continued, his tongue getting sloppier and more eager.

“Taste so fucking good, still so wet for me,” he mumbled and the vulgarity of his words made you somehow blush even more. By now both of his hands were firmly holding your legs open for him to have full access to your pussy. You felt his fingers dig even harder into your skin as he licked, kissed and sucked all over your core. Seungkwan groaned as he moved to put his mouth around your clit and suckle on it.

“Oh fuck, Seungkwan,” you whined and gripped his hair even harder. He then inserted two of his fingers into you, making you gasp and clench around him. You were almost embarrassed at how close to the edge you already were. His fingers moved in and out of your wet cunt at a quick pace as Seungkwan continued to lick around your sensitive clit. Once you felt him starting to curl his fingers inside of you, you knew you were almost finished.

“I’m so close, please, Seungkwannie,” you weren’t sure what you were begging for exactly but he seemed to get the hint.

“Oh, my sweet baby,” Seungkwan said from between your wet thighs with a teasing lilt to his voice, his warm breath on your pussy. “You gonna cum already?”

“Mhm, please make me cum,” you gasped, forcing yourself to keep your hips down like he said - otherwise you would’ve been grinding on Seungkwan’s tongue. He gave you a smirk and harshly moved his fingers in and out of you, sucking on your clit even harder. You could feel your walls fluttering around him, the tension in your body about to break. After a few more curls of Seungkwan’s fingers inside you, you came so hard that you saw stars when you squeezed your eyes shut. All you could hear were your own whines of Seungkwan’s name along with his slurping sounds as he helped you ride out your orgasm. After a minute or so he slowly pulled his digits out of you, leaving your chest heaving in search of air.

Your eyes opened to see his gorgeous face right above yours. You also felt Seungkwan’s fingers pressed lightly against your lips. Wordlessly, you opened your mouth to take his fingers in and taste yourself, moaning softly as you licked him. Seungkwan watched your actions with lidded eyes, pulling his fingers out after a few seconds. He took your face in his hands, kissing you more aggressively than ever, slipping his tongue in and exploring your mouth. You felt his hardness against your leg - he still hadn’t taken his underwear off? As if he read your mind, he pulled back from the kiss, still cradling your head in his hands.

“Do you want more?” he asked, and you would think he was being shy if you hadn’t already experienced his dirty mouth. I guess it’s my time to tease, you thought to yourself.

“Yes, Seungkwan, I need you inside me so badly… don’t you want to be inside me, baby?” you replied with a pout, punctuating your words with a rut against his erection. You could almost feel the shiver that ran down his spine and he moaned in response to your words.

“You’re evil,” he said with a seriousness that made you giggle and pull his body down against your own.

“Please fuck me now, you know I’m on the pill,” you whispered in his ear. Seungkwan inhaled deeply, pulling back to discard his underwear. You could tell he was a little nervous about being fully naked in front of you, even with his goofy attitude from earlier. However, you quickly realized he had nothing to be shy about - of course a gorgeous man had a pretty cock to match. As he sat on his knees between your open legs, stroking himself, you could see how much precum he was leaking and it made your mouth water.

“My eyes are up here, jeez,” Seungkwan laughed and it snapped your attention back to him. He positioned himself between your legs, rubbing the tip of his dick against your clit to get a reaction out of you - his cockiness obviously hadn’t subsided. The way he stared you down as you whined and tried to squeeze your legs together made your insides burn with arousal.

“Do you want my cock, baby?” he teased as he continued to rub the outside of your pussy.

“Yes, I need you,” you whined and hoped that was enough. Seungkwan took the hint and entered you with one swift movement. Your gasp quickly turned into a moan, feeling your walls adjust and clench around him. He stilled for a moment, letting out a grunt of his own as he waited for your approval to keep moving. You moved your hips up against him, already wanting more.

“M-more, more,” you moaned out as you tried to grind against Seungkwan for any stimulation you could get. He immediately grabbed your hips with both hands and gave you a hard thrust.

“Is my girl already that needy?” he said with a smirk, looking down at you. You could feel your face burning as you nodded quickly. Any brattiness or stubbornness you had easily melted when Seungkwan talked to you like that. He bent down to capture your mouth as he started moving in and out of you at a moderate pace. Pulling back from the kiss, he moaned loudly as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“Fuck, you feel so good for me,” Seungkwan whispered roughly, causing you to clench even harder around his cock. He heard your quiet whimpers and pulled back to look at you. With a devious grin he took both of your hands in his and held them down, changing his angle to fuck you harder and deeper.

“Ah, S-Seungkwan-” you were cut off by your own moan when he sped up. You were so overwhelmed by pleasure that you could feel your eyes starting to tear up.

“My baby likes to be held down and fucked like this, hmm?” Seungkwan grunted out, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours. He reached one hand down between your bodies to slowly rub circles on your clit and slowed down his thrusts. He was quite literally making you cry from pleasure but still looking at you with love and warmth.

“You’re amazing,” you gasped out after catching your breath. You thought you must look like a mess laying there with wet eyes, chest heaving up and down - but you didn’t really care. You were with Seungkwan. He paused for a quick second, looking into your eyes with an expression you couldn’t quite place. For a moment you were scared that you said too much. This feeling was quickly thwarted when Seungkwan pecked you on the lips and sighed.

“You know I’m yours, right?” he said with a smile, bringing his hand to your face to wipe your teary eyes. “I have been since we met.” This was the Seungkwan you knew so well. You mirrored his smile and nodded. He leaned down to peck you on the lips, pulling back to hook your legs over his shoulders.

“Now I’m gonna fuck you the way you deserve,” he said as he pushed deeper into you. “Gonna make you cum all over my cock.” This made you whimper loudly, pussy clenching around him for dear life. Seungkwan immediately started moving at an intense pace that had you grasping at his back to hold on. You tried to move your head to the side but felt his two hands grab your head.

“Look at me, sweetie,” he said with a grunt. You could tell he was close to the edge, and you were too.

“I’m so close, please touch me Seungkwan,” you whined out and felt his cock twitch inside you. His hand instantly moved back to stroke your clit, determined to make you finish for the second time. You wrapped your arms around Seungkwan’s neck and pulled him down into a deep kiss, swallowing each other's moans. After a few more quick movements of his hand, you came with a loud gasp against Seungkwan’s lips. You could feel his length throb even harder against your walls as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

“Inside, c-cum inside me, Kwannie,” you began practically begging, trying to make yourself as coherent as possible. It was difficult when your vision was blurry with tears and your whole body was shaking. Seungkwan nodded against your neck, groaning out curses and praises as he finished inside of you. You let out a soft whine at the flood of warmth in your core. After a few minutes of heavy breathing and recuperating with Seungkwan laying on top of you, he rolled over to lay by your side.

“We should do that more often,” he said before pecking you on the cheek. You rolled your eyes and lightly smacked him on the arm as he giggled. Even though your teary eyes had mostly dried, Seungkwan wiped under your eyes and peppered your face with kisses.

“My cute little crybaby.”

“Hey, you were the one nearly pissing yourself over a scary movie earlier,” you retorted, trying to hold back your smile as he was kissing you.

“Not true!” he chuckled. “Mm, come on, let’s take a shower and then sleep.” It was surprising how quickly your heart swelled at the thought. You knew that you were done for - you were going to be clinging to Seungkwan until the end of time.

He found your hands and gently intertwined his fingers with yours, smiling down at you with warm eyes.

And you knew that he felt the same.

#seventeen smut #svt smut #svt #boo seungkwan #boo seungkwan x reader #seungkwan x reader #boo seungkwan smut #seungkwan smut #this fic has been sitting in my google drive for months and im glad i finally finished it :)#**

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dilfspitdrinker · 10 months

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Let The Light In | Joel Miller x reader

Description: You’ve been babysitting Joel Miller’s daughter all summer. No matter now much you try to deny it, you know you’re into him. But it’s just a little crush that you thought could never be reciprocated, until one fateful phone call. The shift between you two is irresistible, and you’re in for more than you ever anticipated. A/N: I love me some good tension and two characters who clearly want each other but constantly wallow in self doubt and completely misread each other lmao (way more of that in next chapter) Masterlist

Chapter 3

On Monday, you could hardly focus in your classes, anxiously watching the hours go by. Thankfully, your last class was dismissed early, and you wasted no time in rushing back to your apartment. Your place was hardly more than a one-bed, one-bath, and open kitchen, but with the extra time you could clean up a bit. Do the dishes, fold some laundry, wipe down the countertops. Once those chores were completed, you changed into a tank top and shorts, telling yourself that it’s because it’s hot today, not because Joel would be here any minute now. You even bothered to sweep the notebooks and pens scattered on your desk into a drawer, as if he would be in your bedroom or care at all.

You jolted when there was a knock at the door. You quickly checked yourself in the mirror, ignoring how ridiculous that was, and then hurried over to the door, straightening the rug on your way.

You opened it up and immediately met Joel’s eyes, somehow looking more handsome than ever before. He looked like he’d just gotten done with some particularly strenuous labor, there was a light sheen on his forehead, and his skin looked a bit more bronzed. You greeted him with your best smile and a cheery, “Hi!”

“Hey you,” he grinned, forcing himself to not let his gaze drift. He’d seen you in shorts plenty of times – the Texas heat after all – but he’d never seen this particular pair. Cut off at the perfect length, in his opinion. He hardly heard what you said as he followed you into the kitchen, having to rip his gaze away from the sway of your hips. Focus.

You demonstrated the issue with the sink, “So yeah, it comes out really weak, see? Pain in the ass when I’m trying to do anything fast.”

He set his toolbox on the counter, “Let’s see what we’re workin’ with here.”

As he started, you pretended to pay attention to what he was doing, but that was just a ploy to stare at his hands and arms. You leaned against the counter, eyes glazing over a bit as you thought about how those hands could grab you.

Normally, being watched while doing a job didn’t make him nervous, but somehow you had him more wound up than any overly-involved client.

“How was class?” he asked, hoping some small talk would ease the tension.

“It was alright. Chemistry isn’t the easiest subject for me.”

“Just the fact that you got into college makes you twice as smart as me.”

“Oh come on, that’s not true.”

“You get a lot further in life if you have brains.”

Your eyes flickered between his fingers and his concentrated face. “It’s important to be good with your hands, too.”

He tilted his head to glance at you. So much for easing any tension.

His eyes looked so tantalizing, wide but with a certain coyness behind them. Everything else seemed to fade, like you could just melt into his gaze. Then he held something in front of you, and you had to force your eyes refocus. Right, the sink, he’s here to fix the sink. And he’s doing exactly that while you’re busy ogling.

“You could clean it, but with the state of this one, you’re better off just replacin’ it,” he fished out an identical but shinier part from his toolbox.

“Is that gonna cost me extra?”

“This is complementary.” He returned to his task, replacing that thingy you were too dazed to pay attention to.

You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself up to sit on the counter. “By the way, did I get promoted or something? What’s with the pay raise?” Last night when you checked your bank account you saw that Joel had transferred you more than your usual babysitting rate.

“Just thought you deserved it,” he smirked.

“That’s really not necessary.”

“Knew you’d say that,” he murmured. “Woulda paid you more if I could,” he added, just to get a rise out of you.

“You don’t have to pay me to spend time with you,” you remarked, forgetting that he actually paid you for spending time with Sarah.

But he played along, “You’d hang around an old man for free?”

He could hear the smirk in your voice, “Only if it’s you,” he rocked when you lightly pushed his shoulder, “and you’re not old.”

He let out a deep laugh, then stepped back from the sink. “Looks like that should do it. You let me know if it starts acting up again.”

“Will do,” you said, masking your disappointment at his efficiency.

“Anything else ‘round here that needs fixing?”

“Ummm…” you scanned the area, trying to think of any random annoyance he could work on just to keep him here longer. “This cabinet is kinda squeaky,” you pointed to the one right next to your head.

“Can’t have that,” he sidled up to you, his hip brushing your knee.

He worked leisurely, and your eyes raked over him, no longer caring about being obvious. He could practically feel your gaze burning his skin.

You spoke up, “But seriously, how much do I owe you for this?”

“You don’t have to pay me to spend time with you,” he echoed your words from earlier, then added, “or come up with odd jobs.”

“Hey, I just mentioned the issues, you’re the one who offered to help. Sounds like you’re looking for excuses.”

He smirked, eyeing you up and down. “Maybe I am,” he rested his large hand on your bare thigh. Your breath hitched.

A sharp knock at the door startled you.

You hopped off the counter, sharing a look with Joel. He stayed back while you opened the door, and to your displeasure, it was the guy from Saturday night’s party.

You couldn’t even offer a fake pleasantry before he demanded, “Where have you been?”

“Why do you need to know?” you retorted.

“Why’d you ditch me at the party?”

“Because I got bored,” you began closing the door in his face, but he pushed to keep it open.

“You weren’t home that night, or yesterday.”

“No I wasn’t. And don’t come back here.”

He raised his voice, “I’m just checking on you-“

“Didn’t ask you to.”

“Damn bitch, then I won’t!” he seethed, but then his face dropped.

You could feel Joel’s presence just over your shoulder.

His voice was a deep rumble, a tone you’d never heard out of him before, “Get out and don’t come back.”

The guy’s eyes flitted to yours, “Who the fuck is this?”

“None of your business,” you snapped. Joel reached around you, and together you slammed the door shut.

After a moment of silence, you turned and leaned against the door, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Sorry about that,” you muttered, but that barely began to cover it. That was horribly embarrassing.

“Not your fault, darlin’,” Joel said softly.

You looked up at his face, but avoided eye contact. His hand was still planted on the door at your side.

“It’s a good thing I stayed at your place the other night,” you said quietly, matching his volume.

He nodded, eyes scanning your whole face.

Realizing your proximity, the space between you felt electrified, and you ached to lean in and close it.

Carefully, as if to not startle you, he moved his hand that was on the door, and held the side of your face. You gratefully leaned into his palm, letting your eyes fall closed. His skin was calloused but his touch was soft.

You let out a breathy laugh, “See? I don’t have the best luck with boys.”

He quirked an eyebrow, “What’d I tell you? Boys will only waste your time.” He hesitated, savoring the serenity on your face before he was sure to ruin it, “Maybe you do need a man.”

Over the pounding of your heart you barely heard yourself say, “A man like you?”

“If that’s what you want,” he breathed.

You opened your eyes to look directly into his, an air of boldness behind your expression, “It is.”

As your gaze fell to his lips, his hand shifted back from your cheek to cradle more of your neck. You drew closer to each other, magnetized. He could practically taste your soft breath. This could be a horrible mistake, and you both knew it, but you each selfishly shoved those anxieties down. You just needed this so bad, you swore just one kiss from this man could satisfy every need. Your heart was now thundering in your chest as the inches between you shrunk.

And finally – god, finally – your lips met his, and you felt like you might burst with emotion. It was a long, steady kiss, but so soft, you could sense his apprehension. You weren’t about to let this moment get cut short, so when he began pulling away, you were already leaning in again. That eagerness might’ve been the sign he way looking for, because this time he wasn’t so shy. He deepened the kiss, and you were so quickly losing yourself in him. The only thing grounding you was his hand still holding your face, and the added warmth of his other hand curling around your waist. He pressed you up against him and you clutched his t-shirt.

You were begging for this moment to never end, because whatever came after would be complicated. He began pulling away again, and again you drew him back in. He smiled against your lips. “Relax baby,” he murmured, “I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, and it made him wonder how he had ever resisted you before.

This time he initiated the kiss, and with more intention. He let you lead before because he had to be sure this was what you wanted. With the way you didn’t even want your lips to separate, safe to say it was. He kissed you tenderly, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip. Your soul practically left your body. You realized every kiss before Joel was an extremely mediocre experience.

And it was like he read your mind, his voice deliciously smooth and low, “How was that, hm? Better than those stupid boys you’ve been hanging around all summer?”

You’d been on a handful of dates in the past few months, none of which amounted to anything. Occasionally you’d mention an embarrassing or sour moment from them when Joel asked about your weekend. You didn’t think he’d remember. And Joel himself was finally admitting to every thought he’d repressed for months now. These fucking idiot boys didn’t know anything. Didn’t know how to treat you right, didn’t care about your comfort, didn’t want to make the effort. You were settling for less because you didn’t know what it’s like to be taken care of by a real man. He swore he’d show you if you let him.

He hummed again and you finally responded with a nod, eyes locked with his. No one’s ever made you feel like this, no crush has ever driven you this crazy, no kiss has ever given you goosebumps like this.

“That’s right baby, I know,” he stroked your cheek with his thumb before pulling you in for another sweet kiss. You were surprised your knees weren’t buckling at that.

You separated enough to tell him, “Yeah, I’m never bothering with boys again.”

“Ruined ‘em for you, did I?”

You giggled softly, and your cheeks were a rosy tint, and you were so precious it hurt him.

He tucked you under his chin, your nose pressed against his neck. You breathed deeply, logging his scent. You resisted the urge to taste his skin.

He held you for a minute, thumb rubbing circles on your hip.

“I gotta pick up Sarah from school,” he said, untangling his fingers from your hair.

You nodded wordlessly, arms dropping to your sides. That was it then, fantasy fulfilled, moment over. Who knew when you’d do this again, if ever. He would probably want to forget about the whole thing as soon as he’s out the door.

The time had honestly slipped his mind, and he did have to go, but he didn’t want to just leave you hanging. He lifted your chin so you’d look at him, “I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Okay,” you gave him a small smile.

Moments later, you stood in your apartment alone, the space feeling impossibly empty.

Chapter 4

Masterlist

#joel miller #tlou #pedro pascal #the last of us #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #tlou hbo #tlou game #joel tlou

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 11 months

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Hii I was wondering if you could do some bill x s/o with adhd? No pressure!! Love all your works xx

(Hello! So sorry for the wait and I tried my best to do research for ADHD bc I don't have it, as far as I'm concerned, but ty for requesting and enjoy!)

Bill Kaulitz x ADHD!Reader

He can be a bit surprised on how hyper you can get

Or how you can do so many things at once

He tries to keep your attention on him so much but boy is struggling a bit

He loves you though

He has to hold your hand wherever y'all go as to not lose you

He knows you can be a bit impulsive

But so can he!

You both practically are the same person, he just watches over you more than him!

He helps you if you ever feel bad about your ADHD

He knows you can't control it and will never let you feel bad or guilty about it

He'll take it if it means you come along with it

He once got annoyed with you before he knew about your ADHD and felt like shit when you told him

He was actually interested in learning about it when you opened up to him about it

He asked the questions he needed, got up and shrugged it off

It didn't phase him, he cared about you and in no way was it a deal breaker

You often forget things and he's like a mom friend with it

"Do you have (blank)? What about- okay, I have one for you."

He always has whatever you lost no matter what somehow

Even if you forget things

It can be a little frustrating at times if you forget stuff a lot

But dw, he will remind you or write it on your hand or arm to help you remember

If you have a hard time listening, and can't really focus on stuff he will do his best

Like to help you refocus or give you breaks to do what you want before going back to what's at hand

Let's you do practically want you want but responsibility

You're a bit impulsive and can be random, so he's like a running mother after a run away at times but it's okay

He makes Tom, Gustav and Georg understand about how your brain works and to not be upset if you lose or forget something

He'll kill them if they do, even if he understands

If you make little mistakes and get sad or get worried, he'll do his best to help you relax

It's just a tiny mistake, no worries

Hell help you fix it as fast as you can

He has to tug you back into life a few times because your mind wanders

You keep him up and running though

#tokio hotel georg #gustav tokio hotel #tokio hotel imagine #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz imagines #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill

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Even When You Were Invisible

Based on the movie The Princess Diaries (2001)

NCT Dream Jisung x fem reader, fluff

A/N - so I recently rewatched The Princess Diaries and just had to write this into a oneshot. This focuses more onto the budding romance side-plot of the film, so I’ve taken some liberties and adapted the narrative a bit. This is also unedited for now - please excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes!

Disclaimer: I have used a direct quote from the film which is in italics. I am not trying to replicate the film, just use the plot as inspiration. I do not take any credit for this plot. This does not represent any of the members in real life and is for entertainment purposes only. Jaemin’s character does not reflect him and is purely to fulfil the shallow character he plays. Mild use of language (like 5 swears, maybe??)

“How’s my baby?” You gleam at Jisung, catching him off guard from where he’d been so focused on tinkering around with the car engine in front of him. He bolts upright beside you, quickly grabbing hold of the car bonnet and slamming it down before reaching into his pocket to pull out the rag he uses to wipe off the engine oil from his hands.

“All good.” His voice comes out strained, watching as your smile somehow grows wider. He observes the way your hand smooths over the shiny baby blue metal of the car, gazing into the way it reflects your loving expression.

“Well, she looks amazing.” Your eyes flicker up to meet his, watching the way his Adam’s apple bops. “Thank you, Sungie.”

“Oh, it was really no problem…” he gushes, playing down all the turmoil your precious car has given him over the last few weeks. Not that Jisung ever plans on telling you about all the extra hours he’s spent fixing up your car for you. He doesn’t mind at all. He spends most of his free time at the garage anyway because his band is also allowed to practice there in return for Jisung helping out repair some cars.

It’d be a dead giveaway to all of the feelings he has towards you and he also knows you’d insist on paying him extra for his time if you knew when you’ve already put every penny of your savings into repairing the car you’d worked so hard to get.

Besides, with the way you look at him now, radiating so much adoration, Jisung feels it’s more than enough compensation for his hard work.

“You’re the best!” You reach out to ruffle his hair the second he ducks his head shyly from your compliment. Whispered giggles tumbling from his lips as his cheeks burn. “Can I pick her up tomorrow after school?” You shine those big doe-like eyes at him.

“No problem.” Jisung nods, smiling warmly. And he watches you skip out of the garage with so much excitement, shouting a “see you at school!” over your shoulder. Just as you have left his line of sight, Jisung is called over by his band mates for practice. And while they spend the rest of the evening playing their songs, Jisung continues to replay your interaction over in his mind. Damn, he’s down bad for you.

You reach home quicker than usual, thanks to the spring in your step from Jisung’s amazing work with your baby. You’re so unbelievably excited to finally be able to drive your dream car. You’ve wanted a baby blue mustang since you can remember, so you’d scraped all of your savings from your part time job together to buy the old beaten up car and payed the garage where Jisung works to make your car dreams come true.

“That you honey?” You hear your mom call as you walk further into your house. She sends you a smile over her shoulder when your bag clatters onto the kitchen table. Picking up an apple from the fruit bowl as you watch her refocus on the painting before her.

“Did you get another commission?” You speak through half-chewed apple.

“Uh-huh.” You mom hums, placing down her brush carefully onto the tray beside her easel before turning to you. “Who knew posting my art online would rake in so much work?”

“I did.” You tease, taking another bite of your apple.

Your mom shakes her head at you while rinsing her hands in the sink. All the while, you push yourself away from the counter, grabbing your bag to begin heading to your room.

“(Y/N), wait!” Your mom calls just as you reach the stairs. “Your grandmother called today. The live one.” Your mom adds upon seeing your shock.

“The one I’ve never met?” You tilt your head in confusion, bushy eyebrows furrowing. “What would she suddenly want?”

“She said she wants to have tea with you after school tomorrow.” Your mom explains. “Something about important news she needs to share with you.”

“Oh, I was supposed to pick up my car tomorrow… but I guess I’ll have to rain check.”

That was two weeks ago now and little did you know at the time how much your life was about to change.

The following afternoon, when you’d arrived at your estranged grandmothers house - or should you say mansion - you’d had your world flipped upside down.

“A-a Princess-” your mouth hangs agape, unable to comprehend the situation at hand. Your eyes dart around the room, looking from your grandmother to her staff, then the security, before finally landing back on your grandmothers perfectly calm expression. She’s not joking. “No no no nonononono." You shake your head.

“You’ve got the wrong person. I’m the furthest thing from a princess. Look at me!”

As it turns out, they did not have the wrong person. Your father, who you’d never met, had been heir to the throne of the small European country you’d never heard of and after his death, that left you - his only child - next in line.

You’d come to an agreement with your grandmother that, before anyone made any rash decisions, you’d give it some time to try out the role of Princess. And so commenced the ‘Princess training’ every day after school with your grandmother. You’d learn how to walk, talk, sit, stand and live like a true Princess within the agreed trial month between this life altering news and the annual independence ball.

Sworn to secrecy, you’d not told a soul about your new informed identity. So, while your private life has somehow changed in every single way, your school life has not budged an inch. From the hours of 8-3 you’re the same invisible girl, with your two bestest friends since kindergarten, Jisung and Chenle.

“Woah, he’s so dreamy.” You gush, resting your chin in your palm as you watch Jaemin walk past your lunch table. Jisung simply rolls his eyes at the way you simp over the most popular guy in school, like always. He doesn’t get the hype around Jaemin. So what if he’s the captain of the football team, extremely lean and always seems to have perfectly shiny hair? Anyone could have all of those things. Jisung could have all of those things…

Despite the fact that he’s almost flunking gym class because of his terrible hand-eye co-ordination in football.

Jisung feels his only consolation is that Jaemin is dating Nina, the head cheerleader.

“Anyway…” Chenle speaks a little louder, “as I was saying before (Y/N) let her hormones take away from the crisis at hand. How am I going to get another guest for my show on Saturday?”

Ah yeah, you were trying to console Chenle on his last minute drama. His school curricula radio show, Talking with Chenle, had finally been getting more than three listeners a week. And ever since his audience has started to slowly grow, he’s been putting more and more pressure on himself to promote the topics he cares about with guests.

“Dude, chill. You still have four days to find a replacement.” Jisung grumbles from beside you. He looks a little like he’s sulking, although you have no idea what could have possibly made him so annoyed within the last thirty minutes that you’ve been sat at your lunch table.

“So much help you are.” Chenle fires at the grumpy Jisung on your left as he stands from the table, slings his bag over his shoulder and storms off.

You turn your attention to said grump, frowning.

“That wasn’t nice Sungs.” You watch as regret consumes his face, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder as he mumbles a muted apology.

“So, are you collecting your car from the garage tonight?” Jisung finally builds up enough courage to ask you. He’s been battling in his mind for the last few days on how to bring this up, so he’s a little nervous, but tries his best to suppress the shyness that wants to win over.

“Oh I can’t.” You guiltily grimace. You feel terrible putting him off again, especially when you were meant to pick up your baby weeks ago. But, since you’ve been having your ‘Princess lessons’ everyday, you’ve had no time. “I’m seeing my Grandmother.”

“Again?” Jisung regrets how quickly the word slips out of his mouth. But you don’t seem offended, nodding yes in response.

“How about Saturday?” You quizzically raise a brow, biting down onto the corner of your bottom lip in anticipation.

“Saturday works…” You let out a breath in relief upon Jisung’s agreement. “…and maybe you can stay for a bit, hang out?” Jisung suggests.

“…it’s just my band are practicing that afternoon in front of a few people and it’d be great to have a bit more of an audience…” Jisung trails off, cutting off his word vomit just in time to notice the way your smile reaches your eyes.

“Sounds perfect.” You beam, just as the bell rings for class.

You were beyond nervous. Petrified, if you’re completely honest. Yesterday evenings ‘Princess lesions’ with your grandmother had turned out to be a head-to-toe makeover and you’d come out the other end of the evening looking like someone entirely different. Some may even say, like a Princess. Gone were your glasses, bushy eyebrows, your hair had been cut and the frizz tamed. To you, you look almost unrecognisable. To Chenle, you look amazing. But to Jisung, you look like the very thing you’d always swore you’d never want to be - a popular - and it scared him.

While you liked your new look, you felt like a bit of a sellout for complying with the makeover to look more ‘regal’ - as your grandmother had described it. So you’d walked into your first class of the day wearing a grey bucket hat, so as to cover as much of your new look as possible.

Jisung had to do a double take when you entered the classroom and took your usual seat beside him. He’d always thought you were beautiful before, but wow, you’d somehow managed to ascend to another level quite literally overnight. From under the hat, he could see your bright eyes and long lashes. The neat shaping of your eyebrows and the plumpness of your lips, accentuated by the baby pink lip gloss you’d applied. Although, he’s unsure of why you’re wearing a hat on such a warm summers day, especially when you’re inside.

“Okay class, simmer down.” Your teacher, Mr Sums enters from the back of the room, hushing all of the excited chatter in the room as he places down his bag on the front desk and begins to set up for the class. “Yes, Nina?” He acknowledges without so much as glancing in her direction.

Nina sat in the seat behind you, perfectly poised and ready to strike. She’s the head girl in your grade for a reason, with her off-scale intelligence, popularity and cunning attitude. She will take down anyone who gets in her way. Which, right now, is your hat covered head that’s in her line of vision to the front of the class.

“Mr Sums. Isn’t there a rule about no hats allowed?” You can feel her smirk on the back of your neck, letting out a concealed huff as you try to prepare yourself for what you know is going to happen next.

“You’re right Nina.” Mr Sums sighs, “(Y/N), please could you remove your improper dress coded attire?” He glances at you and your mortified expression, watching as you gulp down your nerves while simultaneously reaching up to reluctantly slip your hat off.

Out tumbles your perfectly smooth hair as it cascades down past your shoulders. Jisung’s eyes almost pop out of his head from beside you. Not that you notice, too busy being consumed by the gasps from your classmates.

“Oh wow.” You hear Nina laugh, “Look who’s trying to fit in now?”

Her sickly-sweet tone only makes your cheeks burn deeper and you try to sink into your chair.

“Well, I think (Y/N) looks stunning, actually.” Your head whips towards Jisung, grateful for him sticking up for you. You send him a thankful smile as class begins and everyone’s attention is turned away from you. For now.

“So what’s the deal with your sudden change of appearance?” Chenle questions as he shovels his salad into his mouth. His words come out slightly muffled between the half-chewed lettuce and Jisung just rolls his eyes.

“Nothing.” You try to shut down the topic, bowing your head into your own lunch.

“It’s clearly not nothing.” Chenle deadpans, before narrowing his eyes at you. “You’re hiding something.”

“Am not.” You grumble into your sandwich.

“So you’ll be coming to my baseball game after school then, like we agreed weeks ago?”

Shit. You’d completely forgotten about Chenle’s baseball game and you know for certain you can’t get out of seeing your grandmother.

“I can’t.”

“See!” Chenle drops his fork into his salad, folding his arms as he turns to Jisung for support. “What? Are you just bored with us now? Don’t want to be friends anymore?”

“No, that’s not even close!” You cry in distress.

“Then tell us what’s so important that you keep dropping us (Y/N).”

You bite down on your jittering bottom lip, your worried eyes casting from Chenle’s unimpressed expression to Jisung’s concerned one.

“I’m not allowed to tell…”

Upon this half-confession, Chenle drops his attitude and leans across the table to speak quieter.

“Are you in trouble? Being blackmailed again? Do we need to beat someone up?”

“No!” You shut down his conspiracies, hands flying up in surrender.

You know you shouldn’t tell anyone. But you also know that if you don’t spill it all to them now, you’ll risk loosing the only people keeping you sane. Heaving a deep sigh, you know what you have to do.

“Okay. You have to promise me you’ll keep this strictly between us.” You point between your two intrigued friends, encouraging them to lean into the table so you can whisper. “I’m serious. The repercussions if this gets out-”

“Just tell us.” Chenle rolls his eyes.

To other students, it simply looks like your gossiping like any other group of high schoolers. But if they were to look closely enough, they’d notice the way both Chenle and Jisung’s eyes blow wide and how the colour seems to drain from Jisung’s face faster than lightening.

“You’re a what-” you cover Chenle’s mouth before he has a chance to shout anything further, covering it with a “Shhhhh.”

“Promise this stays between us.” You stick your pinky finger out for them to link, watching as both of your friends entangle theirs around yours.

“Damn. Wish I could be a…” Chenle begins to mutter.

“Dude!”

Walking into school the next morning feels a little more unnerving than usual. You’re barely through the threshold of the gates when someone spots you and shouts “that’s her!”.

Everything’s a blur from that moment. With a frenzy of people shouting “Princess!”, a crowd of students swarm you in seconds, phones and cameras are flying in front of your face as they all take pictures and videos. You feel nauseous from being elbowed and shoved in the midst of the unfolding chaos. However, just when you think your about to spew your guts from the motion sickness, you feel a pair of hands find your waist and clutch onto you, wrapping you into the taller frame of your saviour and using their body as a shield until you’re safely out of the crowd.

“Follow me.” Your saviour moves you away from their hold, clutching onto your hand and forcing you to run as you’re dragged along behind them to a place of refuge. You’re pulled into the main building and twisted through the narrow corridors until there’s no one on your tail.

It’s not until you’re hidden inside a janitors closet that you’re able to look at the person before you and realise it’s Jisung.

“How do they know!” You rush back into his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso and burying your face. Jisung is winded a little from the impact, tumbling a few steps back with you before he regains his balance.

“It’s ok. Everything’s going to be ok.” He whispers into the top of your head, fluttering his eyes shut as he inhales the floral scent of your freshly washed hair.

Of course, Jisung has no idea how your secret had gotten out, or what to do next. All he knows right now is how perfectly you fit in his arms and how much he wants to protect you.

“I want you to know, it wasn’t me.” You pull away from Jisung, peering into his worried eyes. You’d never once doubted it would have come from him and there’s nothing more in the world you want right now than to let him know that. Cupping his cheek, you brush your thumb over his soft skin.

“I’d never even consider that being a possibility.” You soothe.

Jisung drinks in every drop of affection you give him as though he’d been traversing the desert for days on end without water. Knowing you never could have accused him rehydrates him and makes his heart feel like it could burst.

“It wasn’t Chenle either. I was with him all evening after his baseball game.”

“I don’t doubt him either.” You reassure. “This feels bigger than just some school gossip.”

After cooling down in the janitors closet for a while, you’d managed to sneak out and into your first few classes of the day without too many people bombarding you. Your principle had made an announcement to not cause another commotion and all staff were on patrol during lesson changeovers and breaks.

“Wait, (Y/N)!” You turn to find Chenle forcing his way to the front of the cohort of students following you, instantly linking his arm with yours as you continue to uncomfortably make your way to class surrounded by your new admirers. “You’re an overnight sensation!” He beams, loving the attention on you both.

“Tell me about it…” you mumble, juxtaposing Chenle in every way. Unlike your friend, you’re not made for the limelight. You don’t like all the attention on you. Not now, not ever.

This was one of your biggest fears about people finding out you’re a Princess.

“So, you’ll be my special celebrity guest on Talking with Chenle this Saturday, won’t you?”

Your mouth gapes, finally making eye contact with him and ready to outright refuse. Until, you see how hopeful he looks.

Damn it. There’s no way you can turn him down.

“Sure…” you sigh, unable to hide the small smile that forces its way onto your face when he jumps in excitement.

“You’re awesome!”

“(Y/N)!”

You’re just closing your locker when you hear your name, your heart picking up pace from the unmistakeable voice of your caller.

Spinning around, you find none other than Jaemin, smiling at you with his signature smile and staring at you with those heart melting eyes.

“How are you holding up? Been a bit of a crazy day…” He leans one arm on the locker beside you, standing so close you can smell his earthy cologne.

“Just a bit.” You giggle sweetly.

It’s amazing how Jaemin can have such an affect on you. One word and your mind has gone to putty and you’ve forgotten how to act like a normal person.

“Well, I just wanted to apologise for Nina this morning…”

“Huh?” You furrow your brows, feeling yourself come back down to earth.

“She was the one who shouted when you entered the gates and made everyone swarm you?” Jaemin’s tone comes out unsure, not realising that you weren’t aware when you let out a light “oh.”

“I just wanted to let you know that I do not condone that at all. In fact, I broke up with her because of it.”

“You did?” You gush, surprise written all over your face.

…and you’re off in space again.

“Yeah, it was totally not cool.” Jaemin nods. “Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the end of school beach party with me this Saturday?”

Oh my gosh! Na Jaemin just asked you out!

“Yes!” You blurt. “I-uh I mean, yeah” you swallow, “sounds cool.”

“Cool.” His smile reaches his eyes. “I’ll see you Saturday.”

You watch dreamily as Jaemin walks away to join his group of friends at their lunch table. You’re only pulled back into reality when you spot Jisung perched on the edge of the fountain across the courtyard.

“Guess who just asked me to go with him to the beach party this Saturday!” You park yourself next to Jisung on the ledge of the fountain. “Jaemin!” You squeal your answer when Jisung simply raises an inquisitive brow at you.

“But, what about seeing my band practice?” Jisung tries to not sound depleted.

“Well, I was hoping we could reschedule? I just, I’ve been wanting to go out with Jaemin since forever and you’ll have other band practices, right?”

“Oh, yeah, right.” Jisung forces a smile, feeling himself deflate the second you’ve squeezed him in a tight hug before skipping off to get some lunch.

His attention flickers over to the table where Jaemin sits. How could Jisung ever compare? He’d always felt you were unattainable to him because of how he was too shy to express his feelings. And that was before your new look and title. But now? He has no shot.

You’re a Princess for goodness sake. You belong with the most popular guy in school. Not a shy keyboard player in a band that sings in the local garage like him…

“Oh, thank goodness you’re here!” Your grandmother rushes to you as you arrive for your ‘Princess lesson’ of the day. She takes you by your shoulders and peers at you intently.

“Now,” she exhales a deep breath. “We’ve got the press under control with the looming promise of the annual independence ball, so long as they keep a little distance for now.”

You nod in understanding.

You were honestly a little nervous about seeing your grandmother this evening. You’d been worrying about her reaction to this all getting out, even though she is calm and has dealt with an unimaginable amount of trials and tribulations during her many years of reign. She is also strong willed and has made it clear to you that - even though you have yet to make the choice to accept your title and duty - the expectation of this trial period would be as though this is your future.

“And we’ve found that the leak was from the stylist we’d hired.”

There’s more relief in knowing your Grandmother knows it hadn’t come from you than there is from the culprit being found out.

“And we’ve got him doing a formal apology to the press this evening.”

Saturday rolls around quickly and before you know it, you’re on your way to the beach party for your date with Jaemin. Everyone who’s anyone is there; dancing, sunbathing or cooling off in the ocean as the sun begins to set.

You feel a little awkward as you walk down the beach to join the other party-goers. It seems like it’s well underway already and you’re not typically one to mix with the crowd in attendance.

“Welcome to paradise.” You almost jump out of your skin upon hearing Jaemin’s voice from your side. You had been so engrossed in your awe of the scene in front of you, you didn’t notice he’d walked over. “I got you a drink.”

You accept the plastic cup, your fingers brushing accidentally with his. Chuckling a flustered thanks before taking a sip, you try not to be affected by his amused grin. He thinks you’re so adorable. How had you been kept so hidden before?

“C’mon.” You feel Jaemin’s hand slip into yours, gently tugging you along with him to head further into the crowd…

“Hello, welcome to Talking with Chenle.” Chenle professionally introduces when his fellow producer Mark signals they are live. “On todays show, we have a special interview with the newfound Princess and close friend of mine, (Y/N).” Mark hits the applause button.

“But, before our main guest’s appearance, we have a short segment on the upcoming senior class projects, presented by our very own Mark.”

Mark jumps in with his pre-written script, listing out the upcoming events for the semester. Meanwhile, Chenle checks his phone to see if you’ve tried to contact him about your whereabouts. Nothing. You should have been here 30 minutes ago…

Back at the beach party, you’re having the time of your life dancing with Jaemin. Uncontrollable laughter tumbling from your lips as he takes your hand and spins you around.

“Who knew you were such a good dancer?” You teasingly glance up at Jaemin as he leads you out of the crowd of dancers and to the side for some much needed air, your hand still firmly in his.

“Well, who knew you would make such a great dance partner.” He praises back, succeeding in making you flustered.

You cast a shy glance up at him through your lashes, still unable to believe that this is reality. You really are here with Jaemin, hand in hand in front of everyone. You feel like you should pinch yourself, just to double check your not dreaming all of this.

That is, until reality comes crashing down in a burning rage. What you’d simply brushed off as a plane flying above you, turned out to be a helicopter filled with paparazzi. It lowers, the wind from the propeller cutting off the party and almost knocking everyone off their feet as multiple cameras flash at you, trying their best to get a good snapshot.

You panic, a million questions buzzing around your mind. What should you do? How do you get away? But most of all, how did they know you’d be here?

“Quick, follow me!” Jaemin pulls you, both of you running towards the lifeguard shack at the back of the beach.

Once inside, Jaemin bolts the door shut and silence and darkness settle around you.

“I’m so sorry.” You plant your face into your hands as you fall into the chair behind you. Being chased by paparazzi - all shouting Princess at you - was not a part of your imagined date with Jaemin. And it’s mortifying to know that’s the reality.

“Hey.” You hear him whisper, his larger hands coercing yours away from your face. In the time you’ve been wallowing, Jaemin had made his way over to you and knelt down to your level so the first thing you see are his eyes and the way they catch the moonlight that filters in through the crack in the curtain covered window. “It’s not your fault.”

His sincerity mesmerises you and washes away your humiliation. How does he do it? How does he seem to know the exact right thing to say?

Meanwhile, Chenle’s radio show is crashing and burning live on air. The last forty-five minutes have been filled with Marks terrible jokes and ramblings and it’s all because of you.

“Alright, I’m off.” Chenle sounds defeated, taking off his headphones and making a stand from his chair the second the ‘live’ light goes dim.

Mark doesn’t respond, nodding his understanding as he watches his friend walk away. He knows it’s not his fault. Heck, Mark did everything he could to act on the spot and make the best out of the shit situation. Chenle is grateful for Marks loyalty and perseverance.

But damn, he still wishes you’d showed… they both do.

“Ok, I think they’ve given up.” Jaemin asserts, peaking through the curtain to find a dark and empty seeming beach. The relief that fills you has you following Jaemin out of the lifeguard shack without thought.

“Thank you for sticking by me, it means a lot.” You timidly smile at Jaemin, allowing him to take your hand in his as you begin to walk up the beach.

Before you have time to register, a bright flash snaps in front of you, the momentary blindness giving time for multiple lurking paparazzi to spring out from their hiding places and surround you both.

“Princess! Who’s your date?”

“Is this your boyfriend?”

“Princess, give him a kiss!”

The crowd shout as you panic, looking around to try and find an escape route.

You spot a slither in the sea of bodies and pull on Jaemin’s hand, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he complies to the crazy demands of the privacy invading press and scoops your body into his. His lean arms make your desperation to get away worthless and before you know it, he’s cupped your cheek and forced you to look at him.

With one final deer-in-the-headlights look at him, Jaemin crashes his lips to yours.

It takes you a few seconds to register what he’s doing, before you muster up the strength to shove him away and force yourself out of the circle.

You can’t believe he just did that.

“It’s really not that bad.” Jisung tries to console you.

You’re flopped over the table, head in your arms as you try to block out every piece of reality. After Saturday’s kiss fiasco, the picture had been posted everywhere. There was no escaping the horrifying image of your first kiss with Jaemin. No less because you’d always dreamt your first kiss with Jaemin would be magical, like something out of a fairytale. And while you may be a Princess, this feels nothing close to those magical Disney princess movies you adored so much growing up.

For starters, where is your fairy godmother? You could really use one of those right about now…

He can’t lie, Jisung’s a little heartbroken seeing the picture of you kissing someone else posted everywhere. He’s upset for you, knowing how much you hate the situation. But, selfishly, he’s more gutted for himself. That should be him in Jaemin’s place. In fact, if he’d been lucky enough to kiss you, the image wouldn’t have existed because he never would have done it in front of the cameras. Knowing that Jaemin used you to get his 15 minutes of fame angers him too. The first time he saw the picture online, his fists had clenched so tightly from the rage that bubbled up in his stomach his nails had left little crescent moons in his palms. And yet, he can’t bring himself to not look at the grainy image.

“Not that bad?” You retort. “Any hope I had of being Princess has gone down the drain.” You begin to sob.

“What’s my grandmother going to say?”

Jisung doesn’t realise how stern his face had been until he finally looks away from the picture to find your eyes peaking out from their hiding spot. His gaze softens in a heartbeat, his hand reaching out to instinctively rub your back.

From your peripheral, you recognise the group passing by and tear your gaze away from Jisung’s to find Jaemin and his friends snickering as they walk past.

“Hey (Y/N), great kiss.” Jaemin puckers his lips mockingly.

You’re not sure what hurts you more, having reality shred the mask to uncover his true, obnoxious personality to you or knowing how many years you spent pining over someone so shallow.

“Ugh.” You bury your face back into the safety of your arms, blocking out all daylight and - you hope - reality.

After a lot of pep-talk from Jisung, he finally managed to coax you into going to your next class. But it’s not until final period, when see Chenle enter the classroom, that you realise you hadn’t seen or heard from him since last week. You send him a smile when he makes eye contact, feeling confused when he frowns back before taking a seat on the opposite end of the room.

You find yourself casting glances in his direction throughout the class, hoping to catch him looking over at you at least once. But nothing. Not even a peep is sent your way.

“Chenle,” you chase after him. Barely five seconds after your teacher had dismissed class, Chenle had been out of the door and down the corridor. You’d had to sprint through the throngs of students just to get to him before he got out of the building. “Why’d you not sit with me?”

But your question is met with the biggest eye roll you’ve ever seen as Chenle continues to make his way out of the school grounds.

“Did I do something?” You press.

“Did you do something?” Chenle fires back at you, narrowing his eyes vehemently. “Try what you didn’t do!”

You’re dumbstruck.

“I have no ide-”

“My radio show Saturday?” Chenle sasses. Thank goodness you’re down the street by the time Chenle finally stops walking and begins exploding on you. “I had to listen to Marks lame jokes for an hour.”

“Oh my god! I’m so unbelievably sorry.” Your eyes go wide, mortified at how you’d completely forgotten about being Chenle’s guest. “I’ll make it up to you next time, I swear!”

“There won’t be a next time.” Chenle scoffs, turning away once again. “Oh,” he stops himself to mention one last thing. “and, just so you know, just because you a Princess now, doesn’t mean the only thing that matters is you.”

“Hey Sungs.” You mournfully approach where Jisung finishes polishing your car. The garage is oddly quiet, no music or clatter sounding in the usually busy space. No. Instead, it seems like it’s just you and Jisung here. “Thank you for taking such good care of my baby.”

“No problem.” Jisung sends you a half-smile as he hands over the keys. “She’s all yours.”

“You don’t know how much this means to me.” You warmly smile, but feel your mood drop when he doesn’t reciprocate like he usually does. There’s a silence that fills the space between you. You’ve never felt so awkward with Jisung before.

“Well… I better get going…” you try not to sound too deflated, jangling your keys in the air as you go to open your car door.

You watch as Jisung takes a step back from the car, his hands stuffed awkwardly in his pockets as he wordlessly watches you.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” You timidly look at Jisung, stopping yourself from clutching the car door handle in front of you. “You don’t think I think the only thing that matters is me, right?”

There’s a timidity to your tone that makes Jisung gulp. He knows all about the argument because Chenle had ranted down the phone to him for a hour after school and he can tell Chenle’s words have gotten to you. At the same time, however, he feels a little dumbfounded that you seem to only realise this now, after you’d had someone shout it in your face. It’s even more ironic you only ask Jisung of his thoughts when you are just about to take the finished car home. The very one that you’ve been stringing him along with for weeks. He knows he has to be honest with you.

“There were times when I would say I agree, yes.” Jisung nods. “I mean, you dropped me for Jaemin in a heartbeat and he’d never once given you the time of day before your Princess glow-up.”

“Right. I really should go…” you voice comes out hoarse. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jisung feels terrible as you spare no more time getting into your car and starting the engine. It revs to life and roars as you drive away, leaving him alone once again. But the it sinks in how much you’d made him feel used. You’d chosen to walk away from the truth when you’d asked him for it. And Jisung can’t help but feel disappointed.

Walking through the halls the next day you feel so insecure. Groups of students stop their conversation to stare at you as you pass, their expressions unreadable, leaving you unable to tell if they are judging you or just fascinated.

Reaching your locker in the courtyard, your eyes light up in hope upon seeing Chenle a few doors down at his locker. You watch him until he notices you, forcing a meek smile his direction when he does. But instead of him smiling back and making his way over to you, he frowns and slams his locker shut before walking the opposite direction.

You self-consciously peer around, hoping no one had witnessed that rejection and your eyes light up when you spot Jisung.

“Jisung!” You call as he walks past. But he doesn’t even acknowledge you. Instead, he picks up his pace and your eyes follow him as he catches up with Chenle. You turn back to focus on getting the right books out of your locker, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill.

How had you managed to mess up so bad that your friends won’t even acknowledge you…

With tears still in your eyes, you enter your next class with your head hanging low. You can’t bear to look up and see your two friends, knowing they won’t speak to you. Instead, you rush to the back of the room and take the seat furthest in the corner.

But when you do eventually look up towards the front of the classroom, you catch Jisung glancing your way. He turns back to face the front a split second after. But there’s as hope that flows through you from catching the longing in his expression.

Maybe there’s still a way to win them back.

It’s taken a few days to figure out, but you think you know how to get your friends to forgive you. Starting with Chenle.

First you have to sneak up on him so he doesn’t get away when you try to talk to him, which from his avoidance of you the past week, has proven more challenging than you thought. But you do manage to corner him in class as everyone leaves for lunch.

“Chenle, I want to make it up to you.” You plea. “I just want everything to be right between us again.” While you’ve technically been successful in talking to him, he’s still refusing to look at you. “Tell me what I can do…”

This piques his interest.

“Stop being a Princess.” He flatly states. If only he knew…

That was actually something you’d been working on, deciding days ago that you don’t think you’re cut out for accepting royal duty as a Princess. You’ve already spoken to your grandmother about this and, despite her reluctance and assurance that you would be more than capable for the role, you’d come to a mutual agreement to make no public announce until the evening of the ball.

You wish you could tell Chenle, but you can’t break your promise to your grandmother. You’re done breaking promises you’ve made.

“Well, I was thinking more along the lines of attending the independence ball this Saturday?” You send him a hopeful beam.

You take his blank expression and lack of a quick response as a good sign and continue to persuade.

“It’s invitation only…”

Chenle sighs. Damn him and his weakness for exclusivity. Plus, he’s always wanted to go to a ball and he doesn’t know when he’ll get this type of opportunity again.

“Fine!” He caves. “You’re forgiven.”

You squeal, jumping into him to squeeze him in a hug. You feel his chest vibrate with laughter and look up to finally see him smiling.

“I missed you.” You gush as you pull away and begin walking down the hallway together.

“I know.” Chenle laughs heartily when you shove him and roll your eyes.

You finally feel like you’re on the right track. If you can get Chenle to forgive you, then you’re pretty certain Jisung will too. Now you just need to find him.

“Wassup bro.” Chenle greets Mark as you join his table for lunch. You’re familiar with Mark because he helps Chenle out with his radio show and you’ve always found him really bubbly and sweet on the few occasions you’ve spoken.

“Sup guys.” Mark greets you both warmly. “I see you’re back on speaking terms.”

“Yep.” Chenle responds through a mouthful of food.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry about all of that.” You grimace towards Mark. “But I heard you’re on your way to becoming a comedic genius.”

“I think I’m good with sticking to the pre-scripted topics.” Mark laughs loudly.

“Oh, hey Jisung!” Chenle’s sudden shout almost makes you jump out of your skin.

You turn your attention to where Chenle looks to find Jisung casting an embarrassed side glance over to your table while trying to continue his conversation with one of his band mates Renjun.

You don’t really know Renjun, other than what you’ve observed. Even though he’s part of Jaemin’s popular group, he seems like a nice guy and there’s always been a part of you that’s been curious to know how he ended up with friends like Jaemin, Jeno and Donghyuck. All so loud and attention loving in comparison.

You watch as he bids Renjun goodbye and approaches, stuffing his hands into his pockets once he’s reached your table. It’s clear he doesn’t want to hang around…

“Aren’t you gonna join us for lunch?” Chenle snickers at his friend, his tone mocking at the way Jisung acts so hesitant.

“Actually, I-uh have,” Jisung gulps. “I have last minute band practice.”

“But you just said goodbye to Renjun?” Mark furrows his brows.

“Gotta go!” Jisung takes off as quickly as he can. He doesn’t look back when he hears you call after him, instead only ducking his head lower and picking up more speed. You have to run to catch him. Damn him and his long legs. You hate running.

“Jisung.” You pant, catching him by the arm and using all of your body weight to slow him down. He lets out a defeated sigh as he stops, knowing there’s no escaping having to talk to you now. “Please talk to me…” you beg, pleading with the best, saddest puppy eyes you can muster.

“What is there to say?” His voice comes of quieter than he wanted it to. He’s so hurt and upset with you and he wants to be able to express that. He usually can when it’s towards other people. But when it’s you on the receiving end, there’s just something that stops him. No matter how much you broke his heart.

“Look, I’m sorry about yesterday. I shouldn’t have run away from what you’d said.”

Theres something in your words that makes him wake up and finally realise that he’s been running away too. Not just now. But for way too long. Jisung’s been running away from telling you how he really feels about you. For so long he’s talked himself into waiting for you to fall in love with him, to wake up and finally see that the person you should be with has been by your side the whole time. His feelings have been repressed and he’s forced himself to be invisible for too long. But he’s done with that now.

“Sungs, are you ok?” He blinks back into reality, not having realised he’d gotten caught up in overthinking for too long.

You watch him, wide eyed as he stands up straighter, determination written across his face.

“Actually, I have something I need to say.”

You nod, waiting intently.

“I’ve been an idiot for too long.” And… you’re confused. “I’ve let you walk all over me for years because I’ve been so in love with you.”

“Heck,” Jisung laughs at himself. “I even let you off when you ditched me for Jaemin because I kept telling myself that I wasn’t good enough for you.”

You feel your heart break knowing Jisung had been putting himself down like that. Any and every emotion courses through you as you try your best to take in the weight of his words.

“I-” you begin, but Jisung cuts you off before you have a chance to say anymore.

“I know you don’t feel the same… it’s ok.” Jisung forces a smile. “I just need some time apart.”

You feel like you’re suffocating, unable to voice anything as you watch Jisung walk away. Chocking on sobs as the weight of the world hits you like a ton of bricks.

You just wished you’d realised sooner. Because if you had, then maybe you wouldn’t have lost your best friend, you wouldn’t have hurt him for so long and maybe you wouldn’t have had your heart smashed to pieces like you just have.

“Can’t you just have someone do the speech for me?” Your voice is muted by the duvet that you insist to remain under. Your mom perched on the side of your bed as she encourages you to at least go downstairs to eat something.

It’s the morning of the annual independence ball and you’ve not left your bed since you’d gotten home the day before.

You’d had many home truths and realisations from Jisung yesterday. But cocooning yourself inside your duvet has really helped you process a lot. Like the fact that you love Jisung too… and not in just a platonic way. He’s always been there for you and you’ve taken that for granted.

You’ve been so dumb to your feelings for so long, brushing infatuation off as excitement or just that you really care for Jisung, when reality is that your heart doesn’t flip every time he smiles just because he’s your best friend. It flips every time he smiles because his smile is one of your favourite things in the world. It eases your worries and brightens your day.

Just being around Jisung makes you feel like everything’s going to be ok. He’s always so supportive and soft-natured. He takes care of you not because he’s a good friend but because he loves you.

You know that if he were to be here today, you’d be able to get through your speech this evening, facing crowds of people and answering to them why you are abdicating your royal duties. With Jisung by your side, you can get through anything.

Without him you’re lost.

Similarly, Jisung has been trying to drown out reality since he confessed to you by focusing all of his energy on his band practice and fixing up cars. He went straight from school to the garage and worked through the night to try and get his mind off of you.

Which is why he jolts awake to Chenle shouting in his ear for him to “wake up!”

“Why!” He cries, rubbing his sore neck from the poor posture of his sleep on the couch by his band’s equipment.

“You seriously slept here last night?” Chenle doesn’t hold back any judgment, raising his brow at Jisung as he grumbles out unintelligible remarks under his breath.

“I get you’re heart broken or whatever, but that doesn’t mean you should give up now.”

“Well, what else should I do?” Jisung, still sat in the chair he’d slept in, sulks like a child.

“Uh, I don’t know, go after her?” Chenle retorts like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“But she doesn’t feel the same, I’d just be making a fool of myself…”

Chenle scoffs. How does he not see it?

“Of course (Y/N) feels the same. It’s so obvious.” Chenle leans down to place his hand on Jisung’s shoulder. “Trust me. I’ve had to watch you both almost every day for years.”

He’s not joking. He really has. All the times he’s rolled his eyes at the way you both act so soppy towards the other. You’ve both been too wrapped up in either convincing yourself that you have no shot, or mistaking your feelings to notice.

Jisung springs to his feet. With the way Chenle remains so serious, he knows he must be telling the truth.

“I need to win her back!”

You frantically pack, shoving everything you can into your bag before anyone catches on to what your about to do. You feel so hopeless, like a complete failure and you know you can’t face the crowd of influential people and reporters to decline your role of Princess. So you’re running away.

You’d managed to convince your grandmother to not send a limo because your mom wanted to take you to your first ball. And you’d also lied to your mom, telling her that your grandmother had organised a limo to pick you up.

As soon as your mom had left, the race against time had begun and you’d been flying around your room packing.

You pick up the embossed faux-leather diary your grandmother had gifted you when you’d first met and found out you were a Princess, stilling when it slips from your grasp and falls open to reveal a letter that had been tucked in between the pages.

Carefully picking it up and unfolding it, you realise it’s from your father before he passed away.

His heartfelt words bring tears to your eyes as he expresses all the love he has for you and his country as soon to be King. But the final line strikes something within you that makes you rethink everything you had planned to do.

“Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear. The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all. From now on you’ll be travelling the road between who you think you are and who you can be. The key is to allow yourself to make the journey.”

Helping Jisung come up with a plan to win you back is easy for Chenle. With the independence ball being that evening, nothing could be more perfect than Jisung turning up, declaring his love and sweeping you off your feet. Just like a true Prince. So he’d offered the plus 1 you’d given him to Jisung.

Waiting in the grand hall for your arrival feels like an eternity. Everyone seems to be here except you.

“Have either of you seen (Y/N)?” Your mom rushes up to Chenle and Jisung in a slight panic. Both of them shrug, shaking their heads no in response. “She told me a limo was picking her up, but apparently she told her grandmother I was bringing her.”

Shit. There’s something in Jisung that springs into action upon the possibility that you could be in danger.

“Stall until I get back.” Jisung directs Chenle.

“Where are you going?!” Chenle shouts back, but it’s too late. Jisung’s already run off.

“Oh no no no…” you whine as your car conks out, the heavens pouring down on you and pooling in your hatch-back. “Is this what I get for messing everything up!” You shout at the sky, flopping back into your seat and sobbing your heart out.

You don’t blame the universe for this payback. You deserve it after all your selfishness. But you have been trying to make amends, to right all of your wrongs. You have every intention to go to the independence ball to share your decision in person. It’s the least your families country deserve. It’s the least your family deserve. But, right now, you’re failing. Failing at getting to the ball on time just like you failed at making amends with Jisung.

Gosh, even when you’re trying to do something else it’s still seems to end up on Jisung…

Just as you’re giving up all hope, a car horn jolts you up in your seat with a gasp. The headlights blind you momentarily as they round the corner, until the car has stopped beside you.

“Need a ride, Princess?” Your mouth hangs agape as the window rolls down to reveal Jisung in the drivers seat.

Although you can only see the top half of him, you’re heart summersaults from his attire. There he is, coming to your rescue, dressed in a black tuxedo and bow tie. He looks just like Prince Charming.

“How did you find me?” You remain in your car, unable to move from the shock… and the cold. You look like a drowned rat as the storm continues to shower down on you.

By this point, Jisung had gotten out of his car, into the pouring rain and rushed over to help lift you out of your vehicle to transfer you into the warmth and shelter of his own.

“Lucky guess.” He smirks from the drivers seat, twisting the keys and bringing the car to life again, before racing through the dark deserted streets.

You watch him from the passenger seat as he remains focused on the road, mesmerised by the steady focus of his eyes and his tight jaw, the way his hair - now wet from your rescue - drips little droplets of water onto his forehead and nose, down his cheeks to his perfectly plump lips.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You’re caught off guard by his question as it breaks the silence that had settled. You hadn’t even realised you’d been staring that long, or the fact he’d noticed.

“I was… just looking.” You blush, turning to look out your window. You’re just thankful it’s dark right now.

A few seconds go by and you begin to recognise the street just as the car pulls into your grandmothers driveway and stops at the entrance.

“Wait!” You clutch onto Jisung’s arm as he goes to open his door. He freezes from the touch before slowly twisting back to look at you. “Thank you.” You whisper.

“It was no problem.” Jisung sends you a tight lipped smile.

“No. I mean, thank you for always being there for me.” You elaborate, moving your grip down his arm until you get to his hand, entangling your fingers with his. “For loving me.”

Jisung’s breath hitches. He’s not sure what to say. It’s like all the air has been sucked out of his lungs. And the way you continue to stare at him makes him feel so warm and fuzzy and loved.

“(Y/N), I-”

“I know you said you wanted space.” You cut him off. “But I’m so lost without you.”

“Why me?” He whispers.

You slowly reach up to cup his cheek, drawing him in closer and closer until your noses touch. Your eyes flutter shut as you breathe in his signature piney scent. The familiarity makes you feel like you’ve arrived back home and gives you the courage to utter your next words ever so breathily.

“Because you saw me when I was invisible.”

The next thing you know, Jisung’s lips are smashed against yours. You’re unsure which of you initiated it, not having had your eyes open in fear of his rejection. His lips are just as soft as you’d imagined they’ve be and you feel yourself unable to suppress the smile that explodes across your face, causing Jisung to smile into the kiss too.

Everything seems to fall into place again. Who knew kissing your best friend could feel so right?

Pulling apart breathlessly, you both continue to smile at each other, idiotically in love.

“We really should get inside and put Chenle out of his misery.” Jisung chuckles, only imagining the chaos he’s cause by trying to stall.

“I guess…” you trail off, sending Jisung a sheepish smirk. He knows exactly what you’re thinking. “…Or we could kiss some more?”

“We can do that later. But first, you have to tell your country you will be their Princess.”

~ bonus ~

“How’s my baby?” Jisung rolls his eyes.

“I told you to stop calling me that.” He deadpans, failing to hide the blush that tinges his cheeks from the way you smirk at him.

You know he loves it really.

“But it’s cute!” You continue to tease, laughing as you speak.

“Whatever you say Princess.”

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ken-dom · 7 months

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One More Night

Holland March x gn!reader

Summary: You’re away, and Holland has to spend a couple of nights alone. Which will be easy with alcohol, right?

Warnings/content: nsfw, masturbation, alcohol, smoking, needy horny Holland, little bit of hinted angst

Just one more night. That’s all he had to get through before you’d be back. He could do it, couldn’t he? He’d already spent one night tossing and turning, rock hard and itching to relieve the ache between his legs, but somehow managing to ignore it. He could do just one more. Right?

He downed another glass of bourbon and slumped back on his pillows, glaring down at the tent in his suit trousers with wavering determination.

He should ignore it. Just get undressed and try to fall asleep. Focus on sleep. Not on you. But your scent was so fresh on the pillow beside him…

Sleep. Not your body, your mouth, not the way you touch him, the way you sigh when he touches you… how perfectly tight you feel around his-

Stop.

He took a deep, shaky breath, trying to refocus on getting ready for bed, and loosened his tie. But each minute movement pulled his tight pants deliciously against his straining cock and, whimpering, he gave up with unfastening his shirt buttons.

And god dammit, no matter how much he drank it just wouldn’t go limp.

How many nights had he been unable to perform or had trouble getting hard when he was utterly wasted, but now that you weren’t here he was desperately throbbing for you despite intoxicating himself endlessly.

‘Jus’ one more night…’ he whined, pouring another glass and squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling of another trickle of precum wetting the front of his trousers.

****

Stepping quietly through the front door, you assumed Holland would be long asleep, probably drunk, most likely in the bath with a cigarette hanging from his lips. He would usually only sleep in the bed if you were with him, and only ever if he fell asleep first. Or if he was desperately horny and missing you, but you hadn’t had the chance to discover that yet.

You dropped your bags in the floor outside the bedroom intending to head to the bath and drag him to bed, but you heard a whimpering through the door.

He’s hurt himself again, you thought, panicking a little as you pushed the door open.

Holland was propped up in bed, still fully dressed in his blue suit — the most stunning colour on him you always said — except for the brown tie hanging loosely around his neck and the top few buttons of his shirt undone to reveal the top of his vest.

A beautiful sight.

And of course, there was also the added thrill of his cock standing to attention through the open fly of his hastily unbuckled pants, long fingers wrapped tight around the base and squeezing upwards lazily as thick beads of pearly precum pumped steadily from the tip, trickling down over his fingers.

Your hand flew to your mouth, fingertips stifling a gasp as you watched him, taking his time, head thrown back against the ornate headboard, free hand restricted by his cast but still trying to bunch the duvet beneath him into a tight fist, whining and whimpering weakly. His hair was messy, stuck to his sweaty forehead, and his cheeks were crimson with heat. His handsome face was contorted in pure bliss, but even so, a half burned down cigarette still dangled loosely from his bottom lip.

Couldn’t even finish it before he had to shove his hand down his pants, you smiled to yourself.

Your name, laced on a heavy breath, slipped from between his pleasure-parted lips as his hand sped up, and your legs wobbled beneath you at the sound of it.

His thumb caught some of the steadily leaking slick as it swiped over the tip, causing a spark of excitement to shudder through his body and elicit a much throatier groan from him.

You moaned at his reaction, you couldn’t help it. He was too caught up to notice though, the sound mingling with the ones replaying in his mind from just a couple of nights ago. The last time you were together.

If you didn’t join him soon you felt you’d simply combust, the sight of him so desperate causing heat to pool at your already clenching core, your heart to race and your breath to catch in your throat.

‘Holland,’ you breathed, and again, louder, needier, ‘Holland-’

His hand sped up again to a much more frantic pace and you could see his thick cock twitching for release within his grasp, angry red tip throbbing and glistening with precum.

‘Holland?’

Still no reaction.

You realised he was too lost in his haze of excitement and you’d have to physically let yourself be known if you wanted to get his attention. So on shaky legs, you slid up onto the bed beside him, carefully easing your limbs around him.

‘Holland,’ you cooed softly into his ear, and with your touch enveloping him in your warmth and your breath ghosting against his ear, his eyes finally pinged open, and he screamed. Really screamed. High and dramatic, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little bit.

The cigarette flew from his lips, miraculously landing in the ashtray on his bedside table, but his cock stayed firmly in his tight first.

He calmed when he realised it was just you, only you. And that he was safe, just embarrassed and somehow still really fucking turned on despite being startled out of his pleasure.

‘Hey, it’s me, it’s alright, I’m back early,’ you soothed rubbing circles into his clothed chest beneath his suit jacket as he settled back down. ‘What a gorgeous sight to welcome me home,’ you smirked.

‘Jesus,’ he wheezed, followed by a quieter, ‘I’m sorry, baby.’

‘Don’t be.’

‘You- you’re not mad?’

‘Why would I be mad?’

‘I couldn’t wait for you,’ he said with big wet eyes, and your heart broke a little.

‘Holland, you do realise it’s really fucking hot you couldn’t wait, right? God, look at you…’

Your hand slid over the one still clutching his cock and heat flooded him once again, cheeks turning a deeper crimson.

‘Y-you want me to-’

You nodded, biting your lip, and he let out a slow breath, following the encouraging tug of your hand until he was steadily pumping his length again.

‘I could do the same for you, y’know, if you want a show?’

‘Fuck. Yeah… I want that,’ he whispered, smiling, and you could smell alcohol on his breath along with stale smoke. ‘Alright- mmh-’

‘That’s it, baby,’ you soothed, ‘oh,you’re doing so good for me… I missed you so much last night.’

‘Ah-’

Holland turned his head to bury against your chest, face wet with overwhelmed tears at your encouragement and how thrilling it all felt.

‘I just couldn’t stand another night away from you. God you’re so sexy… did you need me? Does it feel good?’

‘Mmh-’ Holland nodded against you, turning himself a little further to desperately grip your arm with the fingers poking out from his cast.

He was trembling, and you knew he was close.

‘Cum for me, baby,’ you whispered, gently kissing the top of his head.

With only a few more frantic pumps he reached his release, back arching as a spectacularly thick rope of hot, creamy seed shot between your bodies and he let out a drawn out, guttural, ‘UGHHhhhoohhhuugghh!’ panting your name and bucking his hips into his pistoning fist until he was empty.

Chest heaving, he dropped against your chest again, limp and pawing at you needily as you scooped him into your arms.

‘So, did you miss me?’ you smirked.

He nodded, and shifted within your embrace to face you, sloppily pressing his lips to yours in a hungry, lingering welcome home kiss.

When he pulled back, his eyes were half closed and dreamy, but already sparkling with mischief.

‘Your turn now,’ he uttered with a cheeky smirk.

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heyidkyay · 1 year

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Who can say no to bridezilla? |

Part Three

Just gonna say this now, this story actually has a mind of its own. I started part three and got carried away with the ending so expect a fourth, maybe even fifth part😬

So beyond grateful to everyone who showed the last two parts any love, it means a lot!! Hope you enjoy this next bit too:)

Summary: With no date to your sister's wedding, what are you to do? No worries though, she's already got it covered, well, sort of...

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^found this picture and couldn't not use it

The party was now practically in full swing, but all I could really do was watch on from the sidelines. That guilt from earlier was still very much eating away at me, only now it had been accompanied by the sudden stress of my extremely complicated feelings towards Matty.

My sister had somehow managed to successfully avoid me since our previous conversation, dipping and diving amongst the throng of guests to evade my piercing stare. And I’d tried to keep my mind off of it all, really I had, but it was only proving to grow harder as the night went on.

“Here you are, my lady.” Came Matty’s sarky voice from over my shoulder as he handed me another tall glass. “Vodka coke, as promised.”

I smiled in appreciation as he dropped into the seat beside me, “Thank you. Was there much of a queue?”

Matty wrinkled his nose and shook his head. “Nah, just got caught up chatting with your nana. Has plenty of stories to tell, that one.”

I choked a little on the sip I’d just taken and immediately snapped my head back towards the bar, where, sure enough, my nana was still sat. She gave a knowing little wave and wink when she spotted me and I raised an eyebrow in turn.

“Everything she’s ever told you is a lie.” I declared wholeheartedly, knowing first hand just how little filter the woman held.

I’d grown up having to bare witness to it, after all. At family get-togethers, during every Christmas party, at the plethora of weddings… And now that I was older, I’d come to quickly realise that it wasn’t the fact that she was oblivious to what she was doing or saying really, she simply just did not give a single fuck. She said what came to mind, and no one could tell her differently.

Headstrong was a word often used to describe her, a big gossip too- but to me, she honestly was the definition of stubborn to a fault. I loved that about her though. Albeit having said that, I also tended to get the brunt of it whenever she’d decide to spin a tale or two about my spotted past.

Nana really was the best of the best, and I’d defend her to the grave, but she was also the biggest shit-stirrer I’d ever met. Knew it too.

Matty snorted, his eyebrows raised in delight. “Well, that was a reaction and a half.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, “What did she tell you?”

He hummed, deciding to drag it out as he necked a fair bit of his wine.

“Healy.” I demanded, giving him an unimpressed stare.

Matty laughed and rolled his eyes, but he was wearing a shit-eating grin when he tugged his chair in closer to mine. God, he smelt good.

I had to refocus my attention though when his eyes met mine, shimmering with mirth.

“Might’ve mentioned the time you shit yourself stood in the deli queue at Asda’s.”

My eyes widened on their own accord, and I had to place my drink down to make sure that I didn’t down it then and there. That woman.

He’d said it with so much confidence too, and used this little shrug that told me he was far too thrilled with the newfound information he'd been gifted.

“I was four!”

Matty scoffed at my argument, apparently pleased with the fact that he could get me all wound up so quickly.

“Also told me about that time you showed up to your cousin’s birthday party completely plastered, thinking no one would be none the wiser. Think she mentioned that he’d just turned four that day, too.”

I groaned, recalling that very day clearly in the forefront of my mind and slapped a hand over my face to hide my sudden humiliation. I swivelled round in my chair to send the woman in question a well deserved glare, which she paid no mind to. Of course.

“I can’t believe her. The smarmy cow.”

I turned back upon hearing Matty’s heightened laughter and pouted.

“Don’t laugh, you dickhead! I was mortified afterwards. I thought I’d played it off so well! Proper chuffed with myself that next morning. Only to then get a few choice words off my uncle that same afternoon.” I pursed my lips at the reminder. “Turns out tricking a bunch of kids into swearing like a couple of sailors is only funny when you’re hammered or have an actual sense of humour. Mum wasn’t too impressed either.”

“Nana was though.” Matty countered with a delighted little chuckle. I rolled my eyes.

“Nana’s a gossip.” I responded in kind. “Who should know by now that what goes around comes around!”

I yelled that last part over my shoulder, and chose to ignore the strange looks I garnered in favour of throwing a knowing look at the woman in question.

“I’m near seventy-four, dollface! No hide nor hair off of my back what you tell people as long as you let ‘em know I was havin’ a good time!” Nana called back in that strong Yorkshire accent of hers. She raised her glass in cheers.

I couldn’t help my breathy chuckle, and neither could Matty as it would seem, who was still laughing happily away beside me.

“Should’ve known she’d’ve put her hearing aids in.” I shook my head in complete levity, toying with a small smile, “Doesn’t want to miss a single thing said in a place like this, but ask her where she put the tele remote during a run of Corrie, well…”

“Fucking love your family.” Matty grinned at me, and I watched with baited breath as he just continued to glance around the rest of the venue as though he’d said nothing of the sort at all.

I inhaled quietly once his attention was then captured by someone he knew in passing, and shook off the strange feeling I’d felt as I finally downed the rest of that drink.

—

“Hann! Hann, mate!” Matty called over the shitty dubstep remix that was currently playing. I was just behind him, giggling at the sight he made. He’d no care in the world for anyone who was currently stood in his way as he waved haphazardly, wanting to garner the attention of his best mate.

We’d actually spent the better part of our time stood waiting in line for the buffet just shitting all over the DJ’s set, both claiming that we could’ve done a much fucking better job with just a Spotify playlist on hand.

But you win some, you lose some, I supposed. Though, I’d still be lording it over Adam’s head for the rest of forever- he was meant to be some sort of hotshot musician from what little I knew of his job, and he’d actually paid for this knobhead to spin a couple of early 2000’s records at his reception party and call it a day.

I was still chuckling away at the thought when I noticed the man in question wandering over to us with a big, fuck-off grin on his face.

“Mate!” Adam greeted cheerily as he tugged Matty into a one armed hug, pulling me along with the pair of them too, seeing as I was still holding onto Matty’s hand.

Matty had only taken it as we were parting our way through the crowds, but I realised now, that neither one of us had yet to let go.

Adam seemed to realise it then too, if the way his eyes travelled between our intertwined hands and my surprised face was anything to go by. Though, I noted that Matty stayed blissfully unaware in his slight tipsy state.

Thankfully Adam was mature enough to leave it be. For now, I could only suppose. Knowing that my sister would probably be the first one he’d let know. Oh, how I was looking forward to that conversation.

“Both having a good time?” Adam asked us as I let myself be roped into a hug from him as well.

“Been great, man.” Matty answered with a grin, pulling my hand with his again as he further exaggerated his point. “Can’t believe you’ve actually gone and done it! Locked that shit down, Hann. Don’t know whether to congratulate or console you.”

Adam’s mouth quirked to the left as he watched his mate with an indulgent expression. “Don’t be a wanker. Just let me enjoy this one night before you start getting all jealous on me.”

“Jealous? Ha, funny one, mate.” Matty retorted in good jest.

I rolled my eyes at the pair of them before I looked towards my new brother-in-law. “I’m gonna choose to offer my congrats here, but remember that if you upset my sister, I’ll do more than just hurt you.”

“Ooh, tell me more.” Matty said in a teasing tone, whilst Adam opted to ignore my date, simply raising his hands up at me to feign surrender.

“Wouldn’t dare.” He assured with a fond smile.

“Holding you to it.”

It was then that two more grown men came barrelling over- I say grown, but in reality it was like watching a bunch of ginormous kids kicking and scuffling with each other to get the first turn on the swing-set as they all embraced one another. I couldn’t hide my amusement.

“And who’s this beauty?” The one with the buzzcut encouraged, only noticing me when he’d slung an arm around Matty’s neck.

I looked him over then as I smiled at his compliment, I could see why he felt so confident in his approach, he was a right stunner. From the rolled up sleeves of his shirt which exposed the many tattoos that dotted his arms, to the slight smirk his pouty lips held as he watched me.

“This is y/n, y/s/n’s older sister.” Adam introduced us with a tilt of his chin, “And y/n, that idiot over there with the big gob is George, the bearded one's Ross.”

“I like it. Very manly.” I said, gesturing to Ross’s beard. Matty’s face twisted slightly when Ross smiled back at me with an appreciative nod, but before he could get a word in edge ways, George was speaking again, half-dangling over Matty to get a better look at me.

“We’ve met the once before, haven’t we? ‘Round Hann’s that one New Years, no?”

My face brightened at the sudden realisation, “Ah, yeah! You’re the weirdo who pulled out every pot in y/s/n’s kitchen to recreate that old Beach Boys song.”

Matty snorted beside me, whilst Adam laughed at the vivid memory.

“And if I recall, you also got so shitfaced that night that you actually ended up putting yourself to bed before the clock’s even struck twelve.”

My date and his friends all cackled at that, but George made a slight hissing sound as he inhaled sharply, holding a hand over his heart.

“Way to humiliate me there, cupcake, could’ve just left them with the knowledge of my sick rendition of I Get Around, but you had to go and start a war.”

I grinned in retort as I shrugged, “Learn to hold your drink better and I wouldn’t have to show you up, babe.”

George smirked, eyeing me closer now.

“Oi, no, no, no. You can fuck right off! She’s my date tonight, G.” Matty informed the drummer, elbowing the giant to shrug him off his shoulder.

George relented with a soft chuckle and sly smile. “Is that so? Reckon you’d have a ton more fun with me though.”

Adam shook his head, chuckling, whilst Matty and George started to scuffle.

My eyes widened briefly when they nearly went headfirst into the dessert table, but luckily they were quickly saved by Ross who redirected them onto the dance floor.

“Are they always like this?” I found myself asking Adam, watching as the trio interrupted a group of younger girls with all their pissing about. It was like looking at the live adaptation of a human bowling ball.

“Yeah.” Was all he offered, which made me laugh, and we both continued to watch the free show from the sidelines.

“Go on, Matty. Defend my honour!” I hollered over towards them, unable to help myself, and was rewarded with the sight of my date popping back up out of the brawl he’d created like a meerkat, wearing a comical grin.

I winced slightly when a strong arm tugged him right back down though.

“Someone should film this.” I overheard someone murmur somewhere off to my right, and I was quick to agree before the voice continued, “Imagine how much The Sun would give for an all inclusive on this.”

I frowned, confused, but continued to listen as best I could whilst I watched.

“Oh yeah, I can already see the headlines.” Came another excited voice, this one chuckling as they prattled off, “Matty Healy ruins guitarist’s wedding! Jealousy or just another downward drug spiral?”

Anger blew through me at that, and although I was bewildered by what they were saying, I couldn’t stop myself from immediately jumping to Matty's defence.

“What did you just say?”

The person in question was some guy I didn’t recognise, but he looked rather surprised by my sudden appearance. He fish mouthed for a moment before he just scoffed out a small laugh.

“No, go on.” I goaded with a narrow eyed stare, “I’m sure everyone here's desperate to hear what you have to say now.”

He rolled his eyes at me which only proved to aggravate me further. I was about to take another step forwards when a gentle hand took my shoulder.

“What’s happening here?” Came Adam’s familiar voice and I watched in satisfaction as the idiot before me stuttered slightly.

“Just making a joke, man.”

“Is that what you call it then?” I spat back, feeling Adam’s grip falter a little. “‘Cause it didn’t sound too funny to me.”

“What'd he say?” Adam attempted to intervene.

“Something about an article, or whatever. Wanting to make some money off of the lads just messing about.” I told Adam, still staring the twat down. “Made it out like Matty was off his head on something.”

Adam looked almost as pissed as I was in that moment, but then the man himself arrived, with George, Ross, and my sister trailing just behind. Matty seemed to have sobered up a bit at the sudden seriousness that must’ve overcome the rest of the party, as he came to a standstill by me, using his body to shield me somewhat from the opposing man.

“What’s gone on?” He demanded, eyes hard.

“Nothing.” The guy claimed, shrugging the whole thing off, but Matty was having none of it.

“Come off it, mate. You look stupid enough to start on my girl, but don’t lie straight to my face when I can see you’ve upset her.” Matty derided, then he turned to me, voice strikingly much softer. “Tell me what’s been said please, darling.”

I swallowed, surprised by the subdued attention Matty was now giving me, as well as how he’d chosen to handle the idiot.

I quickly recovered though, my anger still simmering beneath the surface. “I didn’t understand much of it, but he was spouting some nasty shit about you.”

Matty’s brow furrowed but he looked to Adam when the groom leant in nearer. “Tabloids and crap, claiming he could make a quick quid.”

“Shit stirring, you mean.” I said, scowling at the guy who’d drawn up quite the crowd. “Tried to make it seem like you were ruining Adam’s big day, spouting shit about how you were jealous, high or whatever.”

Matty merely chuckled, amused by it all, and I really should’ve known he’d react like that.

“Ad?” My sister called out then, pushing through the sea of onlookers to understand just what was going on. I instantly felt bad for having made a scene.

“I’m so sorry, y/s/n.”

She shook her head at me, waving my worries away as she took her husband’s hand. She looked back to him again.

“Just someone being an arse, babe.” Adam spoke and pulled her into his side to comfort her before he nodded over towards Ross. “Mate, grab that security guard for us.”

Ross did so, whilst George and, surprisingly, Jamie had the same idea to usher the fucker out.

“Take Thing Two with you whilst you’re at it, Jim.” I added, jerking my head over to where the lad’s friend had shied away from the commotion. He winced at the sudden attention I’d attracted.

My cousin dipped his head once at me and squeezed my shoulder in passing as he hauled the guy and his mate outside the venue with George.

Matty drew me in near, his careful hand in mine. “You alright? Got pretty wound up there, sweetheart.”

I exhaled and tried let go of whatever anger I had left, but my body was still trembling slightly with adrenaline as I nodded at him. Matty soothed that thought with a gentle caress up my arms, ducking his head to catch my eye.

He raised a brow.

I gifted him a small smile as I softly shook my head, biting the inside of my cheek when he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry. He just really pissed me off.”

“Don’t have to get all riled up on my account, darling. Had a lot worse said, trust me.”

I frowned, “I couldn’t not say anything, Matty, he was being a right prick towards you.”

My chest tightened at the fond, albeit exasperated, smile Matty gave me then. “I appreciate it, but I’d rather have you enjoying yourself than occupying your time with twats like that, yeah? Ain’t worth it.”

I knew he was right, but it still didn’t sit right with me. “You don’t deserve that though, not with how hard you’ve worked, with how hard you’re still trying.”

Because he was. Recovery was a fucking hard road. And I only knew about it due to the fact that he'd been pretty open about it all with me- proud of the fact too, of how far he’d come since then. To hear someone just slag him off like that, it irritated me beyond belief, especially when it was said as some sort of sick joke, without him around to even defend himself.

“You’re lovely, you know that?” Matty commented then with an endeared little grin that threw me so off guard I felt like I’d been pulled through a blackhole. But before I could do or say anything, Matty was wrapping up the scene. “Alright, you fuckers! Party’s over- or well, party’s back on, I guess. So you can all sod off and stick your noses elsewhere now.”

I snorted out an ugly sort of laugh that had my sister’s brows raising before she merely chuckled. “Should’ve known that something like this was bound to happen. Surprised it held off as long as it did actually, especially with you around.”

I narrowed my eyes at her but did end up giving her a sheepish sort of smile. “I said I was sorry.”

She laughed again, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, and you can make it up to me by getting your arse out on that dance floor, alright? Don’t think that I haven’t noticed you avoiding it.”

“Avoiding it?” Matty asked, glancing between the two of us, “What do you mean?”

“She means to say that I’m shit at dancing. Like, beyond bad." I tell him myself, wanting to just quickly sweep it under the rug. "It’s why I’ve not gotten up yet.”

Matty, being his dramatic self, let his mouth drop wide open. I rolled my eyes at the theatrics before I pressed my knuckle under his chin to shut it back up again.

“I don’t believe you.” He said.

I furrowed my brow with a faint chuckle. “What is there to not believe? Don’t for one second think that you can get me to prove that I’m a shitty dancer, Matty.”

The man simply smiled at me, and he looked so smug when he clasped my wrists and begun to lead me towards the dance floor.

“No, Matty.” I deadpanned. “There's no way I’m dancing.”

“We’ll see.”

I gave him a humourless look. “No, we won’t. There's not a chance in hell.”

By that point we’d already made it onto the borders of the dance floor, where everyone else had seemingly wandered back towards after the argument had been doused out. Matty was still grinning as he bopped his head up and down, taking turns to move my stiff arms back and forth. It only brightened when the DJ finally put on a decent tune, increasing his enthusiasm by a tenfold.

“Come on, don’t be that person.” He drawled, taking the piss now. “You know you want to.”

I attempted to send him another dirty look, but it was overshadowed by the tiny lilt my mouth made, giving me away.

“Ah, see! Knew you loved it.”

I threw my head back lightly and groaned, unable to hide my smile now as I laughed more freely, letting him move us in whatever way he pleased. And it wasn’t half bad once I let myself get pretty into it, deciding to just say ‘fuck it’ and enjoy a dance for once.

Matty wasn’t too shabby a dancer either. In all honesty, he really did look so effortless dancing across from me, the way he pranced about, hips moving madly, as though his soul purpose was to simply perform. I loved watching him.

That reminded me— but as I went to ask my unanticipated question, the song changed. Or slowed, rather.

I was a little surprised at first when Matty’s arms encircled me to wind themselves around my waist, but I just followed his lead, lifting my hands to rest on his shoulders.

Everyone else around us seemed to be doing the same thing, or something of the sort, and I watched as a few more couples got up to join us.

I smiled past Matty’s ear at the sight of my sister and Adam, who, in that moment, couldn’t have looked more in love. And then at my pops who was twirling my nana about without a care in the world, his smile making him look twenty years younger.

I let myself rest my cheek against the jut of Matty’s shoulder to simply take in the entire day. A gentle smile limned my lips.

“Thank you for today.” I muttered softly as the chorus started, “I’ve had the best time.”

I felt Matty’s hold tighten around me slightly as he pulled us closer during a turn.

“What, even with that arsehole from earlier?” He joked quietly into my ear and I chuckled.

“What was up with that anyway?” I couldn't help but ask him, pulling away to look at his face. I watched as he blinked, wearing a significant look on his face that I couldn’t quite place.

“You really don’t know?” Matty said, though he’d phrased it less like a question and more like a revelation. More to himself, than me. He shook his head faintly as surprise worked its way across his features. “Honestly thought you’d clocked on when I first turned up.”

“Clocked onto what?” I questioned, more confused now than I was before. Mostly by his reaction.

“Just my job, really.” He replied, and for the first time he looked a little abashed. It threw me a bit. “I’m in a band.”

Ah, well that made a bit more sense. The lingering looks. The pointed lenses. The whispers and pointing. The obvious gawking I’d tried not to ponder too much on. And then what the lad from earlier had said about The Sun Newspaper. Realising that now made the situation all the more worse in my head.

I questioned, internally, whether it changed anything.

I mean, it was like Matty had said, it was just his job. But whilst most worked the usual nine to five, he had this big, interesting job that probably took him all over the globe.

It was a little daunting, in truth. And I couldn’t help but wonder why he’d agreed to this whole facade in the first place, knowing he definitely had his pick of the lot. Whether that was generally speaking, because everyone could easily see that he was a charmer, but also from the dozens of girls he probably had dying for his attention.

“A band…” I prolonged.

He hummed, eyes picking apart my reaction.

I quirked my lip, brightening slightly, “Is it a big one?”

He wore a wry smile then, and his squinted brown eyes flickered between both of mine.

“Massive.”

I just had to laugh then, and so as I shook my head, I pulled him in closer, fingertips finding the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Don’t think you can be that famous- I’ve never even heard of you.” I commented playfully, though it was mostly the truth. I say mostly because if they were as big as those boys had made them out to be, then I figured I’d had to have heard a song or two of theirs in passing.

Matty heightened his reaction- like always, as I’d come to quickly realise- and gasped, not loud enough to be overheard, just so that it would make me laugh and roll my eyes. He smiled when I did.

“I’m hurt. Well, and truly, hurt.”

“Reckon you’ll get over it, rockstar.”

“And if I don’t?” He quipped, an eyebrow raised in retaliation.

I pretended to mull it over. “Then you’d best find some groupie to boost that ego of yours.”

“Why are you so nasty to me?”

I laughed loudly at that, too loudly actually, and had to quickly duck my head to hide my face in Matty’s chest when people’s heads darted towards the sudden noise.

“Are they still looking?” I questioned after a moment passed, my voice muffled by the man’s tailored suit jacket.

“Yeah, they’re all pointing and laughing too.”

I shook my head at him and felt the soft rumble of his chuckle from where my forehead was now pressed to his chest.

When I poked my head back out, I flashed him a bashful smile and had to actually make the effort not to let my gaze linger too long on his mouth or his eyes. Instead, I let myself survey the surrounding crowd.

My mum was on the dance floor now, I found, scolding and rolling her eyes at Jamie, who seemed to have two left feet and was galloping them around the dance floor.

George wasn’t too far away either, dancing the night away with Gracie, my overly-enthusiastic six year old niece. He winked when he caught me looking and mouthed the words, ‘You’ve pulled, cupcake!’.

I bit my lip to conceal my sudden amusement then mouthed back, ‘Fuck off!’.

He just cackled and little Gracie started rattling away again, regaining his focus.

Adam, it appeared, had whisked my sister off somewhere, because they were no longer anywhere in sight. I only hoped that they’d found a decent place to shag because porcelain did your arse no favours when you were getting railed against the nearest bathroom sink.

“What’re you thinking about?” Matty asked, drawing me back to the present by pinching my hip. I tugged on the ends of his hair in retort. He just smirked, “Careful, sweetheart, I quite like that.”

“You’re insufferable.” I snickered, but answered his question when I looked back at him. “Honestly?”

He nodded.

“Was just thinking about the last time I had sex in a bathroom.”

Matty visibly fought down a giant grin at that.

“That bad of a date, am I? Or are you just hoping I’ll offer up the chance to improve?”

I gaped a bit, not having expected him to be so forward, but then again, I couldn’t really blame him when I’d started it.

“Keep on wishing there, Healy. You’d be so lucky.” I scoffed with a sarky sort of smile.

He looked me up and down slowly as he hummed his appraisal. “Doubt I'd say no.”

I rolled my eyes at him and tugged again at the ends of his hair. Harder this time.

“Ow. Kinky.”

I had to swat him then, because even as I laughed I couldn’t let him get away with it.

When I’d calmed somewhat and found Matty to still be staring at me with that humoured grin of his, I gently shook my head.

“I just meant that-”, then I exhaled a small chuckle, “I merely noticed that the newly weds had disappeared and took a wild guess on what their current whereabouts might be.”

“Ah, I see.” I watched as Matty’s eyes trailed the rest of the room. “Reckon they’re going at it 'round the back.”

With a snort, I couldn't help but ask, “Why’d you say that?”

He shrugged, “Fire exit door over there by the DJ booth leads out there- be my first choice after seeing the queue to the toilets.”

I glanced back and found that he was correct, a line of seven or so people were all waiting to use the bathroom and the slit in the tent was discreet enough to slip out of unseen. It was also close enough to where the couple had just been seen dancing.

“Hm, and if I were to drop a certain kind of hint? Where would you head to next.” What could I say? I was intrigued.

“Chapel.” He said without a second thought.

I raised my brows at him. “Really?”

He hummed, linking his hands behind my back to bring us that much closer. And grinned, “Reckon it could be sexy- could play at being a nun... Or I could be your choir boy-”

I cut him off right there with a hand to his mouth.

I rebuked him with a small shake of my head but couldn’t hold back my amusement. “You’re actually so bad, you know that? Almost as bad as nana.”

Matty unwound his hands so that he could pull mine away from his lips, but he didn’t let go afterwards, simply held them together against his chest. And if I concentrated hard enough, I could just about feel the rhythm of his heartbeat.

“No one outranks your nana.” Matty assured me, “That woman’s got a hell of a vocabulary on her.”

Lightly laughing, I looked down at our paired hands, at how Matty’s thumb kept running over the back of my own and I wondered whether he felt it too.

“Oi, Healy!” Someone called out, breaking the moment, “I thought that was you!”

And just like that, as I looked up and caught sight of the goddess of a girl headed straight towards us, I knew that I’d just let myself get far too caught up in the moment.

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Couch for Four

Dave York x Carol York x female reader x Quinn McKenna Co-written with @absurdthirst

Rating: General audiences, but this blog is always 18+! Word Count: 6k Warnings: MMFF poly fam established in the fic Table for Four . Just a lil bit of fluff about PMS/PMDD. Talk of menstruation and some folks day dreaming about possible future pregnancy. Just a whole lot of fluff and Super Care Taker Dave. Summary: When your PMS kicks in early and angry, Dave steps up to make sure you’re taken care of and comfortable. Which includes making sure Carol and Quinn are in on the plan. Notes: I’ve been dealing with horrible PMDD for an entire two weeks now and Keri is an angel who helps me daydream about being taken care of when I feel bad. That’s all, that’s what is here. Pure self-indulgence.

It started last night, which was inconvenient but not the end of the world. Quinn was out with Carol last night and Dave was having Daddy-daughter night with his kids, so you had curled up on the couch and eaten a parsed together dinner of sad, small amounts of various leftovers, a half a Taco Bell quesadilla, a bowl of that amazing soup from the bistro down the block, and the rest of that bag of kettle corn from the vendor at the farmer’s market. It was by no means gourmet, but there was no one there to witness it so you just popped on Dirty Dancing Havana Nights for the eightieth time because you don’t care if the sequel isn’t as good, you just like to watch Diego Luna dance. Last night was not a problem. It’s this morning that’s the problem.

No amount of coffee in the world can bring you back to human when PMS wallops you out of nowhere like this, so your makeup feels painted on and your clothes feel too tight in awkward places. The breakfast sandwich that you ate on the drive to the office has somehow only made you more hungry and that has you unconsciously pouting at your desk in between phone calls and managing Dave’s many responsibilities.

You’re not getting as much done as you’d like to when you’re denying yourself the bottle of that new Sprite Lymonade – which you’ve become obsessed with – that you have stashed in the break room fridge with your name on it. You’re going to eat the goddamn salad you packed for lunch and not order a crab cake BLT and curly fries from the sandwich shop across the street for lunch. You’re going to get through work and be fine. You’re going to be normal. And only after accomplishing that will you allow yourself to go home and cry over more rom-coms and isolate yourself from your partners for a few days so they don’t worry about you.

When Dave walks into the office, he immediately knows that something is off-kilter with you. Instead of the bright, beautiful smile that signifies that you are excited to see him, your face is slightly sagging. Indicating that you aren't feeling the best and the wane, almost watery smile a dim ghost of your normal greeting. The double shot latte in his hand had been for him, but he sets it down beside your computer and smiles. "Good morning, sweetheart." He murmurs softly, figuring you might be battling with a headache or maybe even those head colds that seem to be running rampant around the office.

“Good morning.” In an effort not to have him worrying, you refocus on your computer like you’re already busy at work. “There is one phone message on your desk and you have a team meeting at 10. Any special instructions this morning?”

He frowns slightly, normally the first five or ten minutes of his day with you is spent chatting about more than instructions or messages. Something’s off with you and he wonders if you are upset that Quinn and Carol went out last night. “Nothing at all sweetheart, I know you have my schedule set for me.”

“Of course.” The electronic calendar containing his business obligations is meticulously micromanaged regardless of how crappy you yourself might feel.

“Are you alright?” He frowns slightly, shuffling closer as you pretend to be engrossed in the screen. “You aren’t upset I was with the girls last night, are you?”

“What?” It breaks your heart a little that he would even think that and you shake your head immediately. There aren’t many people in the office yet so you can reach for his hand and give a quick squeeze without fear of being spotted. “No. I’m just not feeling one hundred percent myself today. I’m fine, I promise.” That’s putting it mildly, unfortunately, but you’re a grown ass woman. It’s not like this is your first time with PMS.

“Okay.” Dave believes you, knowing that you aren’t one to lie to him. “If you need to go home, you know you can.” He doesn’t want you here if you need to be resting.

“I know.” He would never make you work if you needed to be home, probably much more lenient with you than he needs to be because he does care about you. But by the same token, caring about him is part of why you work so hard. “It’s…” There’s no use hiding anything from him. Dave York is not a man that anyone can keep secrets from. “It’s just…the usual.”

Frowning for a moment, his eyes drop down to the calendar and then he understands. “Oh.” He murmurs softly. “Okay. I understand.”

“Nothing to worry about,” you promise him. Even if it’s hitting early and hard this month, it’s still just the same old stuff that you’ve been dealing with since middle school.

He knows that’s not exactly true. Your periods seem to hit you more severely than Carol. She had explained it to him once, and Dave had been appalled that you had to go through that every month. So of course he would worry.

The fact that you have to leave your desk twice before his meeting to ride out a crying spell in the bathroom isn’t ideal, but hopefully he didn’t notice. The coffee he left you also seems to have heightened your anxiety, which only makes things harder, but it can all be managed. You worked at the fucking White House. You can handle anything. At least, that’s what you remind yourself when you’re staring at your own red eyes in the mirror on bathroom trip number three.

Dave kept his door open, watching as you leave your desk for the third time and he sighs. Standing, he walks out and to your phone to pick it up and forward the calls to his handset. Bypassing the need to have you screen his calls for him. It’s clear that this isn’t a normal day for you and he won’t treat it as such.

The blinking light on your desk phone when you get back again makes you frown, and you feel like you should be tucking your tail between your legs when you knock gently on Dave’s door and nudge it open. Apparently, you’ve been so out of it that you didn’t even realize it was cracked open. “Mr. York?” You’re formal because the other assistant in this section of the office is a busybody. “Is there a problem?”

Dave looks up from his computer and motions you to come inside. “Come on in and close the door, sweetheart,” he murmurs quietly so that only you can hear him. “No problem that can’t be fixed.”

“I’m sorry I had to step away again.” His door clicks shut behind you and you brace yourself for him to be upset or at least disappointed – which everyone knows is worse. But he is generally an understanding boss and he’s an attentive partner, so the best you can do right now is wait to find out if you’ve finally tested him too much and hope that that isn’t the case.

“You don’t need to be sorry.” Dave pushed back from his desk and pats his thigh. “Come here, sweetheart.”

The pinpricks behind your eyes are immediate, and before you can stop them they’ve boiled over into full-blown tears with messy, garbled “I’m sorry”s hiccuped in between. There’s just no way in hell that you can manage sex right now. Not emotionally or even physically – cramps having kicked in finally and joined that unwelcome cacophony of symptoms.

“Hey, hey.” Frowning, Dave immediately stands, rushing over to you to pull you against his chest. “What’s wrong, baby? Talk to me.” No clue why you started crying when he wanted you to sit on his lap, he’s a little alarmed at how you are reacting. Normally you love sitting on his lap at work, though he doesn’t want to have you sit on his cock this time.

“I just—I’m really sorry—” The game is now about keeping your voice down so Fran doesn’t hear you crying from outside the door. “I can’t today. I know it’s usually not a big deal but I just don’t feel up to it.”

“What?” He shakes his head, curling you into his chest a bit more. Protective of your feelings and wanting to provide you with comfort if you need it. “No, baby, I didn’t want sex. I just wanted to hold you. Nothing more.” He promises softly.

Good job dumb ass. The voice in your head chastises immediately, though you don’t move an inch from the safety of his arms. Always gotta assume the worst. “I’m sorry,” you murmur again, softer, this time apologizing for misunderstanding. “I guess I’m a little less myself today than I thought.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He had just wanted to hold you on his lap while he worked, but now he guides you over to the sofa in the corner of his office. “I have my sweats here. Do you want to get out of your tight skirt and pantyhose?” He offers.

It would be better. You know that. It would be so much more comfortable. Dave’s sweats and workout clothes are always soft and worn in, usually the kind of thing that you would jump at wearing if the situation arose. Carol does too, and sometimes you twin it in her husband’s clothes when you spend the weekend at their house. “That…” You’re nodding even as you protest. “That would be noticeable…I’ll just say I spilled coffee on my skirt, I guess.”

“You’re going to stay in here.” Dave tells you. “I’ve already set up the heating pad.” He uses it for when his back hurts or the ache and pains that come with his job, but he knows how much Carol depends on her heating pad during her periods. “And you can sleep or read or just watch me work.”

“I don’t understand.” Probably more than a little dense from all the fog of mood swings, you feel completely dumb when you just look at him like a lost puppy.

“You aren’t feeling good sweetheart.” One hand slides down to caress your stomach. “If you won’t go home, you’re going to let me take care of you.” He prefers that actually. “I have a drawerful of your favorite snacks and no more pressing meetings today.”

You really could cry all over again, both of your hands clasping over his on your middle. Sometimes you swear he gets moony over the idea of having more kids around, but he knows that’s not in your life plan any time soon. “You’re an angel, you know that right?”

“Gotta take care of my girl.” He leans in and nudges his nose against yours. “If I don’t, Carol and Quinn will have my hide.” It’s more than just the other two being annoyed with him, he wants to take care of you. Wants to make sure that you know you are loved and supported. “You want one of those Sprite Lymonades from the fridge? You’ve been drinking a lot of them lately. I can go grab one while you change. Or some tea?”

“Those stupid sodas are so good.” Slumping a little against his side, you tuck your face into the crook of his neck and sniffle quietly. “I really appreciate this, honey…” He knows you’re never off your mark like this at work. So much so that he had no idea your periods and the accompanying symptoms were this bad until Carol had told him.

“I’ve got you.” He promises, sliding his hand around to your back and squeezing you slightly. “You go change and I’ll get you all set up for your much needed day of rest.”

He strides out the door a moment later with confidence and you snatch your purse out from under your desk to be able to have your phone and book on the couch in his office. Dave keeps his spare clothes and gym clothes in the small cabinet under the windows of his government issued office and you slip out the nondescript gray sweatpants and t-shirt that Carol got him on vacation over a decade ago. Exchanging your own clothes for his is like being wrapped in a warm York-family hug and you tuck your heels in next to the couch with your purse so you can lie down. Your partner’s clothes, a heating pad, and a book. This is the closest to comfortable that you’ve felt in two days.

If people are surprised that Dave is in the break room, they don’t show it. Most often you grab his coffee, but he fishes out his wallet to grab a couple of dollar bills to feed into the machine. He knows you will fret about not taking care of him since this is your job but Dave is a believer that as your boss and your lover, it’s also his job to take care of you. He punches the button for your desired drink and listens to it rattle around before dispensing the bottle of cold lemon-lime soda.

The electric blanket is tucked neatly against you when Dave comes back in, and you offer him a soft smile and a "Thank you" for the soda. "I'm just going to shoot Quinn a text and then order your lunch, and then I swear I'm off duty for the rest of the day." What you're actually doing is canceling on Quinn for tonight, but you'll just tell him that you're under the weather. He won't mind – it's not as though you had anything really planned. It was more of just an agreement to meet up for dinner and then see where the night took you.

“Don’t worry about that.” Dave shakes his head. “I’ll order lunch.” He promises. “Now. Do you want Oreos, a Twix, a Snickers, or the pack of those chocolate chip cookies you like?”

"You have my cookies?" Not expecting that in the least, since you had discovered them originally at a gas station of all places, you pause in writing a message to Quinn and lift your head. "You tracked down my stupid convenience store cookies?"

“I tracked down your stupid convenience store cookies.” He grins, walking over to his desk and opening the bottom draw to pull out not one, but two packs of the cookies you couldn’t find anywhere else.

“Daaaave…” There are the tears again, barely pushed back as you take the packages from him and stand up to give him a tight hug full of gratitude. “You’re so good to me.”

“You deserve it.” He promises you, kissing your hair. “Now I want you to let me know if you need anything else, okay?”

“I’m all set.” The salad you brought will keep until dinner if you eat cookies for lunch, but that has to be some kind of nutritional balance, right? “Thank you honey.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” He pulls out the blanket he sometimes uses when he’s too tired to go home late from a mission. Winking at you as he comes over to spread it out over you. “You just sit on your heating pad and look pretty.” He murmurs. “And cry if you need to. I won’t be mad about that.”

“Trust me, I won’t be able to stop myself from the way the day has been going so far.” You roll your eyes at yourself and give yourself permission to indulge in kissing him. It’s not like you haven’t done much worse on this couch, after all, but it means that you’re distracted enough to not hear Dave’s phone go off at his desk.

Once he kisses you and you are settled back against the cushions of the sofa, Dave makes his way back over to his desk. He picks up his phone and reads the text message from Quinn.

From SpaceCadet: Is she okay? She just canceled plans tonight. Said she wasn’t feeling well.

With your soda and your book you don’t even notice the way Dave’s face pinches when he looks down at his phone, finally letting your work brain turn off so you can just let yourself be distracted.

He glances over to you and starts typing out a reply. Having a bad day with her period. She’s been crying all morning. Got her camped out on the couch with a heating pad. Swing by her place and get a change of clothes and come to the house? I’m going to take her home.

From SpaceCadet: Copy that. Taking a half day and hitting the grocery store on my way there. Cooking for four or six?

Dave smirks at the reply, the girls love Quinn and he’s taken to them easily. Six. The girls are on a hot dog tear.

From SpaceCadet: Steaks for four and hot dogs for two. See you tonight.

There aren’t a lot of foods that Quinn has mastered but he can definitely feed kids and he makes a hell of a good steak. And since you had been showing him a thing or two or three in the kitchen he had really taken a new liking to cooking. So whatever he does, it’s almost guaranteed to be good.

Dave sets his phone down and glances back over to you to find you curled up with your cookies and soda, sniffing quietly as you read. It could be worse and he doesn’t want to smother you, so he turns towards his computer to knock out some emails.

******

When the end of the day comes you’ve managed a nap and a few more chapters in the novel that Carol had lent you, and you sit up on Dave’s couch still feeling burnt out and heavy with sadness despite resting all day. “I think I’m going to tuck in over the weekend,” you tell him, knowing it would be longshot to get anything done at home. Laundry and feeding yourself at most.

“That sounds good, sweetheart.” Dave nods, closing his computer down and locking his desk drawers. “Quinn’s bringing you some clothes and we are going to just veg for the weekend. Low key, relaxed and you won’t have to lift a finger.”

“Did you just say…” It takes you an extra second, but when you look back up he’s smiling in that completely self-satisfied way that he has whenever he’s plotted a surprise or knows he’s fully exhausted and satisfied you in bed. The expression that is his own little pat on the back. “You’re not letting me go home to wallow in privacy, are you?”

"Should we?" He asks, lifting a brow. "Are you telling me that I should let you go home to be alone and be miserable, stuck in your own head? Or my idea of bringing you home and letting me, Carol, and Quinn dote on you and spoil you?" If you really wanted to go home and be alone, he would let you. He just wouldn't be happy about it.

There’s guilt in your frown, and you dig your toes into the little rug runner under his sofa with a sigh. “I don’t want to spoil anyone’s good time.”

"You aren't going to spoil anything, sweetheart." It's Dave's turn to frown as he shakes his head. "We will have a perfectly good time just relaxing together. Carol knows what you are going through and Quinn and I? Well, we are good boys who do what our girls want us to." He sends you a small wink. "Even running out for your cookies."

In under thirty seconds your frown has turned into a pout with the corners of your lips distinctly turned up as you cross the office to put your arms around him again. “Thank you, love.” He’s very good at making big gestures seem small, and the longer you’re together the more natural it’s all starting to feel. Even bringing Quinn into the equation had been surprisingly simple. “I just—you know I wouldn’t ask for it. But I’m grateful to have it offered to me.”

"We will do anything for you, sweetheart." Dave reminds you, his own arms wrapping around your back and he kisses your forehead. "What do you think about letting me drive you home? Leaving your car here for the weekend?" You might want to go somewhere, but he and Quinn could always come back and get it if you need it.

“As long as it’s okay with my boss,” you flash him a grin, knowing that he doesn’t have anything on his calendar that you have to worry about this weekend and you were planning on face planting on your couch. “It sounds extremely sweet and pretty wonderful, honestly.”

"Okay, let's get out of here." Dave shoots you a grin, happy he's getting his way and you are going along with his plan. You will be pampered and taken care of. Just like you deserve to be.

******

Quinn and Carol’s cars are already in the driveway when you pull up to the house, and Dave parks in the garage beside his daughters’ bicycles. You’ve been having these family nights more often – all four adults together having dinner with his and Carol’s girls. Sometimes you’ll go to their recitals or watch movies with them all together, sometimes you’re just sitting at the kitchen table playing cards or board games while they do their homework. They’re used to you as their daddy’s assistant and friend, and now they’re used to Quinn, too. They tease you, of course, because Carol introduced him as Mommy and Daddy’s friend and your boyfriend, but it’s that cute kind of teasing that makes them giggle and sometimes ask if you’re gonna wear a big poofy dress when you get married one day. It’s harmless and sweet, and honestly you’ve really come to appreciate those moments of being a family together.

"Quinn promised to cook tonight." Dave tells you as he cuts the engine. "Steaks for us, so you know that Carol has whipped up some delicious sides and he probably bought a chocolate laden dessert."

“I owe you guys for this.” While you know that there is no point system – no one is keeping track of good deeds in this relationship the four of you have – you still know you’ll be doing extra little nice things for all of them to show them you’re thankful.

Dave scoffs but he doesn't answer, knowing that there is no point to it. Instead, he walks around the car and takes your purse and clothes from you. Keeping his hand on your back and chuckling. "Now that we are home, you can take your bra off."

“You bet your ass.” Both of you laugh and you let him sweep you into the house like a guest of honor instead of the frumpy pile of borrowed clothes and unsettled hair you are. A makeup wipe from your bag had washed away the careful face you applied this morning and while you do feel more human, you know you definitely look as tired as you feel.

"Honey." Carol immediately pops out of the kitchen, tutting and pouting at you as she sweeps in to wrap you up in a fierce hug. "You should have let Dave bring you home hours ago." She chastises you gently. "What do you need? The heating pad is already on the couch, or you can sit in the steam shower until dinner is ready."

“I’m okay,” you promise her instantly, accepting the tight hug and reminding yourself not to cry over how sweet she is. “I had the heating pad in Dave’s office all day and had a little nap while he worked. I just…” Sheepishly, you shrug a little in her arms and look around to find the girls nowhere in sight before you give Carol a kiss. “I just want to be around you guys.”

Carol pets your face, cooing against your lips softly. "We will take care of you." She promises, smiling as she pulls back. "Nothing better than two sexy men and me to dote on you when you are feeling yucky because Aunt Flo's being a cunt." She winks. "Pun intended."

“Unfortunately, she hasn’t even kicked in yet,” you laugh at the pun and let her steer you to a stool at the kitchen island. “This is just her pre show.”

"The show before the volcano." Carol winces and reaches out to rub your stomach. "I'm so sorry, love."

“I’ll be okay.” Another kiss can be stolen without too much fear, and you’re hugging her tightly when the glass door between the kitchen and the porch slides open. “Are they home? I thought I heard the car.” Quinn pops his head inside and looks around for a second before his eyes land on you with a sigh of relief. “Baby,” he sticks his lower lip out in a deep pout and immediately makes his way to your side to wind his arms around you. “Are you okay? I’m sorry you’re not feeling good.” Periods are the number one reason he’s glad he’s not a woman, and he remembers how hard his ex-wife had it when they were together but it seems like sometimes yours are even worse.

“I’m okay now.” Carol has stepped away to make room for Quinn and you hug him every bit as tightly as you hugged her. “I have the world’s best people to look after me.”

"I've got some steaks on the grill." He knows red meat is good for you during this time and he was determined to make it the best damn steak you've ever put in your mouth. "And I'm already determined to give you a foot massage later on."

"When Dave said you guys weren't going to let me lift a finger this weekend he really meant it, huh?" It never fails to make you smile, though, because you know that the love between the four of you is steady as a rock. "Thank you, baby."

“You’re welcome.” Quinn winks at you and grins. “You know that we would do anything for you.” He kisses you quickly and lets you go. “I can’t over cook the steaks or York will never let me live it down!” He calls over his shoulder as he rushes back out onto the deck.

"So how was work, love?" When you turn back to Carol at the stove, Dave has already put a cold drink in front of you and is setting the table on your other side.

“It was snotty noses and uncooperative shots.” She chuckles. “So a perfect day in my world.” She is stirring the mushroom risotto and turns to send you a happy smile. “No emergencies, so it was wonderful.”

"We love any day the pediatrician's office doesn't have to deal with broken bones, virus epidemics, or random bouts of pink eye." Carol's work always keeps her plenty busy, but she always comes out of it with a smile and you admire the hell out of her for it. "Thankfully the office was quiet today. Seems like the day was pretty okay for everybody but my uterus," you chuckle lightly.

“Your uterus is angry with you.” Carol hums. “Or maybe it’s angry at the two sexy men that continuously fuck you but never gives it what it wants.”

"You just want another baby around without having to give birth to it yourself." Which isn't such a bad thing, but you still laugh a little as you sip the water that Dave had put in front of you.

“Duhhh.” Carol laughs and shakes her head. “No, but maybe we can talk to one of my colleagues, see if there’s something that can be done.”

"About me having a baby?" The immediate confusion has you sitting up in your seat before your mind catches up with your mouth. "Ohhh...wait...you mean about my dumbass periods."

“Of course, honey.” Carol reaches for the heavy cream to stir it in slowly. “I know you aren’t to that point yet, but you don’t deserve to suffer every month.”

It isn't too unusual for the topic of kids to come up considering you're the only one of the four of you without a biological child, but you typically wave it off just like you are now. "Every several years I have to change my birth control, that's all. They help the symptoms for a while and then they don't, ya know? It's fine. I just clearly need to see my gynecologist again."

“Okay.” She frowns slightly but she won’t push. “If you want me to make some calls, you just let me know, okay? I can call in some favors.”

"I appreciate it." Unfortunately, you're one of those unlucky women that got dealt a bad hand when it comes to monthly symptoms and you're managing it the best you can. What is lucky is that you have three people who love you who are willing to bend heaven and earth to help. "For now I'm just thinking good food and good company is the way to go. Even if I'm not up to running around with the girls...I'm glad Dave set this whole thing in motion." Because you know it was him. This level of coordination smacks of Dave York's handiwork.

“Of course. You know Dave.” She smiles indulgently as she looks towards the door. “He likes to make a fuss and he would do anything for you. We all would.”

"I'd do anything for all of you." That is as earnest a promise as you can possibly make, and you would make it as many times as they needed for the rest of time. Dave's gone outside after setting the table, getting a few private minutes with Quinn before dinner, and you glance back at the glass door before turning to Carol with a grin. "Did you guys have fun last night? Quinn was really excited but he wouldn't tell me what he had planned."

“We did.” She smiles fondly and knows you will understand. “We relived a little bit of the golden days. He took me to a dive bar and then we got a hotel room and pretended it was our old dorms.”

"Oh, cuuute." They've enjoyed rekindling their college romance and it's been sweet to see Carol and Quinn in that sunny, lovey stage. "That sounds like a perfect way to have some time together. He was so excited, I'm glad you loved it."

“I just hate that you were having a miserable time while we were having fun.” She pouts softly.

"If I had called you would have dropped everything and then you would have missed out on Quinn's whole plan." You shake your head, reaching out to rub her shoulder gently while she pulls the pan off the stove. "This is better. We have no plans for the weekend and the girls have a sleepover tomorrow. We can relax and be together with no expectations or changes of plans."

“As long as you do exactly what you want.” She murmurs softly as she covers the pot to keep it warm.

"What I want is to sneak a little forkful of whatever dessert Quinn picked up." The conspiratorial smile you share with her is broad, and you put your hands out to take the pot from her to put on the table.

“I think that I didn’t see you open the box on the first shelf of the fridge.” She winks at you and walks around you to put it on the table herself.

"You're a goddess," you promise Carol, as if she doesn't already know it. In their big refrigerator, a tall white cardboard bakery box stamped with the logo of the bakery down the block from your own apartment is waiting, and when you pop the lid your favourite cherry chocolate cake is staring back at you. "Oh my god," you groan happily and swipe a finger through the deeply rich ganache on top before turning back to Carol. "I love all of you. You're spoiling me and I'm going to return the favour so many times over."

“I knew you would want it.” She tells you proudly. She had told Quinn exactly where to go and what to get in order to put that exact expression on your face. “Don’t tell him I told you that. Let him have the credit.”

"Cross my heart." The motion of crossing your finger over your heart goes with it and you make a mental note to really rock the hell out of your next date with Carol as a thank you. "Do you need anything else from the fridge while I'm in here?"

“Can you grab the asparagus salad?” She asks. “Second shelf, metal bowl.”

"Done and done!" Even just being around your partners has brightened your mood, and even though you know it will ebb and flow for the next couple of days before your cycle starts, at least you're feeling buoyed by the idea that these three wonderful people all want you to be happy and cared for.

The rush to the table happens nearly all at once, with the guys coming in from the grill bearing a large platter and Dave going to fetch the girls while Carol gets the tray of condiments for their hot dogs. It's big, it's busy, it's noisy, and it's so wonderfully comfortable. Even though you're not feeling yourself, you feel the closest you possibly could.

“Hey babe.” Quinn curls around your back and kisses just below your ear. “How are you feeling?” He asks softly, rubbing your shoulders.

"A little better." You feel like you can breathe again, emotionally anyway, so that is a big step in the right direction. "What are the chances you're going to stay this weekend and hang out with us?" Just like the rest of you, Quinn has an extraordinarily demanding job and you know very well that a traditional weekend away from the office is not always possible for him.

“There’s nothing on the books so I’m all yours unless there’s a crisis.” He murmurs, smirking as he sits down beside you. “So I’m praying the world doesn’t burn.”

"Or if it does, that it has nothing to do with NASA." A soft kiss between you helps you relax even further, and in no time the six of you are sitting down at the table like it's a perfectly normal family dinner.

Dave hums happily, reaching for Carol’s hand and he pulls it up to kiss the back of it. “It’s a good day.” He murmurs as he watches you and Quinn put your heads together and talk quietly.

"You did a very sweet thing for her today, my love." Carol hums, kissing the back of her husband's hand in turn.

“I hated seeing her cry.” He admits quietly. “It was all I could do to keep working and not just bring her home and sit her on my lap.”

“Poor thing.” She tuts softly, shaking her head as Dave fills her plate for her. “I’m just glad she works for you and not someone who would force her to keep going in agony.” There are plenty of bosses like that out in the world, but she hates to think of you working for them. If she could keep you safe and cared for and always have someone there to adore you, she would.

“She wouldn’t go home, so I had to just make sure she didn’t suffer too badly.” He hands his wife her plate with a soft smile.

“You did good.” She beams at him and gives him a kiss on the cheek before taking her plate. “Now we can have a nice weekend as a family.” And if that family already felt complete before you and Quinn joined it, then having the two of you is the icing on a very sweet cake.

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Wooyoung x Reader (afab)

warnings: minors DNI, smut/minor plot, Reader is trying to complete an online quiz, hella teasing, nipple play, fingering, slight strength restraint, pet names (baby, pretty baby) Wooyoung is a bit of a meanie but not full extent, desperate emotions, unprotected sex, creampie, Heavy make-out, aftercare and fluff, (1st person pov), I believe that's all...

Word count: 2.8k

No Relation to actual Jung Wooyoung, simply works of fiction

My gaze was fixed on the quiz questions as the warm hand caressed my shirt, lingering over my nipples in a playful manner. Wooyoung came home and crawled into bed next to me, pulling me tightly against him. I told him that I was working and that it was critical that I complete each question within the time limit. He mumbled that he would wait and just relax while I was working, but the longer the quiz went on, the more impatient he became. His fingers traced over every inch of my body he could reach. And here I sat, reading the same question for the third time, trying to ignore his wandering hands.

His thumb brushed against my nipple again, causing it to pebble. He hummed, pressing his lips to my shoulder as he felt it rise and harden beneath my shirt. Letting out a soft sigh, his hand paused, warming the flesh of my breast. He had reached the limit of his silence. He felt that he needed my attention right now. Pinching the raised bud lightly, he caused me to jerk back into his embrace. My face warmed as I tried not to react in the way he expected. He was testing the waters, desperate to see me fold under the lingering pressure.

"Woo." My voice trembled as I warned him. I was working hard to refocus and tune out his taunting touch. In response to my warning, he lightly kissed my ear. Need began to seep into the small space between my thighs. His light breaths fanned across my ear, and the rise and fall of his chest kept me distracted. His hand moved again after a few moments, this time with a purpose. His forefinger and thumb again found my nipple, pushing at the still-hardened bud, then he pulled and squeezed it tight. I let out a yelp, caught off guard. My hands gripped his, and my head dipped back to meet the surface of his shoulder.

"Take a look at that. I assumed you'd continue to ignore me, "He said this while slipping his hand under my shirt. "I'm sure one bad grade will not ruin you." His rough fingers cupped the curve of my breast and gently massaged it. Whining softly, I despised his power over me. Just for him, I'd turned into a melting mess in an instant. His lips traced the column of my neck, softly kissing the sensitive skin. I could feel his hardened member pressing into the softness of my ass as I rocked my hips. Hands and lips worked on me slowly, and I was pressing my legs together for some type of relief.

"Wooyoung, please." Shifting, the laptop slipped from my lap and away from where we were pressed against each other. He let out a soft chuckle. My face flushed at hearing the soft noise. He began to softly rut his hips to meet my gentle but desperate winding. I wanted nothing more than to toss my laptop out our bedroom window and ride this man to oblivion. Somehow, I knew that's exactly what he wanted. He'd come home with the intention of turning me inside out. He'd normally be teasing, complaining, and trying to get a rise out of me—anything to get my heart racing and hopefully yank me under him with all the pent-up tension, but because I was working, he forced himself to wait quietly. Knowing him, he couldn’t help the heat that was slowly cooking him inside out; instead of saying it outright, he made it to where I was begging.

"I want to take you like this." He murmured in my ear, his hand moving down to the tops of my thighs and pushing them apart. When his fingers passed over the soaked cloth that covered me, my cheeks burned. He teased my clit, while the wet warmth of his tongue tasted the skin of my neck, passing over the bud and lips with soft, delicate touches. I groaned, not wanting to be teased, but he wanted slick all over his hands and sheets if he could. I felt like I was going insane as he pressed his soft lips against my cheek. I wanted him to make a mess of me right now. He was right about my work; one bad grade wouldn’t kill me.

"Do y-you?" I stuttered, egging him on. I could feel the slight smile of his lips press into the skin of my cheek as I spoke. His fingers traced over my aching bud and down my lips again, no doubt gathering my essence that seeped through the fabric. His touches remained soft and alluring. I could no longer hold back the soft whines that slipped from me. Heat blossomed across my shoulders as he bit into my skin softly.

"Yeah, I want to fuck my pretty baby exactly like this. Back arched, pretty little whines, and eyes rolling backwards." He growled, desperate fingers probing my cloth entrance. "It’s such a good angle for you," he added. My hips rocked in response to his movements; I was lost in the moment. Imagining the thought. I couldn't care less about the slight creak of the bed from my ruts against his hand. He tsked lightly while gently cupping my heat. "But don't you have to finish a quiz?" It was as if cold water dampened my desire, only to be replaced by hot anger.

"Don't you dare tease me, Wooyoung." I bit out as I struggled in his grip. I wanted to turn around and see his face as I threatened him to let me have this high, grade or no grade. But his arm tightened around my waist, and his fingers flitted lightly across my twitching bud. I whimpered softly, wanting him to stop playing with me.

"Or what?" He mused, mockingly. "Are you going to cry about it?" My face blazed at his words. He was completely right; teasing only elicited one outcome. Me being a whining, teary-eyed whore. If he really took his time, I'd be crying and pleading for my release. He drew his hands away from me when he noticed my silence. I pouted as I quickly shut down my forgotten laptop and placed it on the nightstand. "Look at me." He said it firmly as I sat back in his lap, pulling his hands around me, hoping he'd resume his teasing. Casting my eyes back over my shoulder, he quietly shook his head.

"Turn around on your knees and look at me." He spoke as my body warmed. Rising from my seated position, I shuffled around until I faced Woo on my knees. His hard-on pressed angrily through his sweats, and the blush over his cheeks reached his ears. Placing his hands on my knees, he pushed them apart until I was spread completely apart, resting slightly against my calves and ankles. My breath hitched as my skin tingled underneath his fingertips.

His eyes traveled down my body, the hunger evident. His shirt, which I had tossed on before starting the quiz, hung low, covering my soaked panties in this position. His hands rubbed my thighs tenderly, inching slowly back to the apex of my legs. My breath turned into pants as I forced myself to stay still, the fabric tickling my skin as well as the sparks that followed the slow trail of his hands.

His fingers drew a soft figure eight around my swollen clit before rubbing me tightly. I let out a gasp, pleasure curling in my lower stomach. My legs trembled as I fought myself to keep them open. Moaning tightly, I fisted the ends of the t-shirt, not sure how long I could take this. The tight patterns he circled against me had me reeling for purchase, whimpering. The need to see his gaze caused my eyes to take a peek at his own. Ears warming and a strong moan bubbling from my lips, I saw there was no need to be curious; his eyes were already boring into mine. His teeth sunk into the soft flesh of his lips to keep him from moaning every time he heard me moan. I couldn't take my gaze away from his, the red-hot heat spreading from my ears and down my neck. The look in his eyes was desperate; he wanted to see me crumble.

"How does that make you feel, baby?" He asked, expecting an answer. His body moved closer, and we were only breaths away from each other. My hands found their way to clinging to his shoulders as he thumped his fingers harshly on my clit. The tightening of my throat caused me to choke lightly on my answer.

"G-good, i-it feels s-o ggood youngie." I moaned, pressing my hips down into his hand harder, needing more. He groaned before pressing a kiss to my lips. Despite the raw emotions of want fogging our minds, he kissed me tenderly. as if all he could think about was savoring the taste of my lips. Angling his face, he deepened the kiss, running his tongue against my lips. Eager to match his pace, I parted my lips to meet his lips with my own tongue. A soft whimper from him vibrated against my mouth, and his fingers moved to trace my opening.

"Ahh-h," I panted, breaking the kiss as I felt a hot sensation prickle down my legs. Not giving me a chance to mumble anything else, Wooyoung slots his mouth over mine, brushing his tongue against my own. I felt hot, too hot. as if every nerve were being fried alive or frozen to death. My hands gripped the soft strands of his hair as he began to kiss me like it was the last time he would.

Soft smacks of our lips sounded out in the quiet room, accompanied by soft moans and groans of need and pleasure. His tongue danced with mine, drawing the very breath from my lungs. His fingers slipped under the waistband of my underwear and finally traced against me unrestricted. He moaned loudly, following it with an audible curse.

"Fuck baby, you are soaking everything down there." He said this while lightly dipping his finger into my heat. Whining, I tried rocking against his finger. I loved hearing Wooyoung; almost vocal to a fault. His sounds drive me forward, as does the mouth he has on him. His lips reconnected with mine after catching his breath. He took his time teasing me, teeth sinking into my lips, tongue running across the swollen flesh, panting heavily in each other's mouth. I was going to cum in the pettiest way. His free hand traced up my shirt to continue his play with my nipples. The hardened buds throbbed at the sensation of his fingertips.

"Fuck Woo, just fuck me already," I begged, pulling free of the kiss. His hooded eyes opened, and a soft smirk played on his features. Stopping his ministrations, his hands gripped my hips harshly before pulling me over his lap. Settling my wet core over his hardened member, he bucked lightly.

"Why should I do what you ask?" He hummed before running his tongue out, over his lips. He bucked harder against my clit and I choked on my own breath. My lips pouted as I felt myself reaching the end of my rope. His lips pressed soft kisses to my face as my eyes began to water.

"B-because you were right," I whined, chasing his lips with my own. desperate for the connection. As needy as Wooyoung could be, I was just as desperate. A laugh bubbled up from his lips as his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me flush to his lap.

"Don’t cry, pretty baby. I’m going to fuck you good." He reassured me, finally pressing another kiss to my lips. Swallowing my whines, he laid me down against the covers. His hips rutted down against me, and a strangled moan fell from his lips. He drew back, looking down at me as he ripped his shirt off his head. Tossing it to the floor, his hands made quick work of the shirt on me. Pulling it free, he hummed, appreciating the sight of my body completely bare except for the light blue panties that were dark in the center from all his teasing.

Huffing a quiet breath, I watched as his fingers began to tug down my panties. It was always his favorite part to see the slick pull from me and my panties, glistening underneath the lights. Cursing to himself, his eyes darkened. He was now at the end of his rope, cock straining hard against its confines. No doubt leaking heavily, staining his boxers. Yanking the rest of our clothes away, he pressed my knees close to my chest. Angling himself, he pressed a chaste kiss to my lips before sinking into my tight walls.

"Shit," he mumbled as he stretched me open. My breath hitched as my cunt swallowed him greedily. His girth drove me crazy every time he slid into me. Veins rubbed against my wall, reaching deeper than my fingers ever could. He pressed pleasantly against all the spots that made me dumb and leaky. "Hold yourself open, baby," he rasped out, eyes feasting on the sight of us connected. Wrapping my hands around my thighs, I felt him bunch the cover under my ass. Slipping out, he took a deep breath as if he was trying to convince himself not to pound me into the mattress. His hands fell on top of mine before pressing down. Sliding back into me, he moaned loudly, his hair hanging down over his face. He pants softly before rocking into me.

Lacing his fingers with my own, his eyes found mine. He quickened his pace until we were surrounded by the soft sound of skin on skin and heavy labored breaths.The angle I was at caused each thrust to push against the throbbing spot inside of me. I let out a cry as my back arched. My walls clench tightly, the feeling of my orgasm on the horizon. Leaning down, he pressed firmly against me, pounding into my core. His whines grow as he realizes my orgasm is quickly approaching. His hips snapped quickly into me, controlled. Fucking me straight towards my high.

"Fuck Wooyoung!" I yell as my body trembles under the attack, and he groans in response. Walls fluttering at how close my high was. My eyes begin to roll, and his lips are on my face again. pressing sloppy kisses into my lips and cheeks Releasing my legs, he pulled my hands up above my head. His breath mixed with mine and every nerve in my body is buzzing alive. Pulling back until only his head rested inside of me, he slammed his hips down on mine. Filling me quickly to the hilt, my walls spasmed around him, forcing me into my orgasm. My fingers squeezed his as tears kissed my cheeks, and my legs clamped around his hips. Moaning, he jerked his hip into mine to pick up the pace again. My stomach tightened as he didn’t let me come down from that high.

"I-Is it okay if I fill my baby up?" He rasped, and I squirmed at the overstimulation. Another cry welled up in my chest as I heard him say that, and I clenched tightly. Moaning yes over and over, he increased his pace, banging the headboard into our wall. His moans and groans strung together into a pathetic whine, and his warm seed covered my walls. Releasing my hands from his grip, his hands grabbed my face before pressing a hot kiss to my lips. "God, I really missed you." My eyes blinked open slowly and my hands fell over the ones on my face.

“I'm sorry, I've been so busy.” I said as he pressed another kiss to my lips.

“No, no baby.. It’s not your fault. I’m just needy.” He said, eyes falling on mine.

“I am the same way, don’t you think?” I giggled. His smile brightened his whole face and my heart warmed. He slipped out of me and my mouth popped open. His warm seed spilled out of me and a soft blush covered his face as he watched. Clearing his throat, he pulled me up from my lying position.

“Why don’t we shower before you get a cold and I’ll make dinner.” Dragging me to the bathroom, he held me close, rubbing me down with soap and washed away the traces of our activities. My heart pounded in my ears and I pressed myself closer to him. He always took care of me after. Soothing my frazzled nerves and clinging to me like a second layer of skin. I would never complain, nor did I ever feel like it. Hands massaged my sides and he praised me softly here and there. His lips traced softly over my face, ears, and neck just trying to express what he couldn’t put into words. Wet hair stuck to his forehead, he began to speak again. “You did so well baby. Makes me want to go again, but we’ll leave that for later, yeah?”

#jung wooyoung #wooyoung #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung x y/n #wooyoung x you #wooyoung smut #wooyoung fic #hard drabbles #ateez scenarios #kpop smut #ateez x reader #nabisdreamscape fic

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moccahobi · 3 months

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Tangled Mess: Solitare

Summary: Studying is tiring. Somehow you know exactly how to help Hoseok refocus during a long and tiring studying session.

Paring: Hoseok x GN Reader, Yoongi x Jungkook

Genre: Soulmate AU, Grad School AU, Young Professional AU, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: A Breakup

Word Count: 362 words

A/N: Super late lol. Been away and sick so I wasn't super active. But the series is back up and Imma queue a few too!

Part 4 << Masterlist >> Part 6

Hoseok needed a break. This was something he knew on so many levels, his body aching from sitting in the cafe chair for four hours, his head throbbing from too much caffeine, his brain fuzzy from too many hours of memorization, and his heart hurting from confusion.

Hoseok couldn’t take a break though. The final for his Victorian era fashion class was in two days and if he didn’t get all this information memorized, he was going to be at risk of failing the class… which could set him back from graduating.

Rest was a privilege that Hoseok didn’t have access to. Despite taking a week off of his part time job to study more (only made possible because Seokjin, the amazing roommate he is, offered to cover 3/4 of the rent this month so Hoseok could work less). He needed to pass this class.

“Oh! Hello there!”

His eyes snapped up, you were standing in front of him, all bundled up from the cold weather outside, a large smile warming the room.

You can’t think like that Hoseok.

“Hi! How are you doing?”

“Ok. Better now that I’m talking to you! I’ve not talked to anyone today.” You said with a laugh, “How are you?”

“Tired.”

You nodded, letting a beat of silence brew between you before asking, “Is it ok if I join?”

“Sure! Although, I’ll be a horrible table mate,” Hoseok started organizing his notes and flashcards, “I have a final soon.”

You winced and nodded, going off to the register to place an order.

Soon enough, the two of you were working away in silence (well you were reading a book while Hoseok worked). That was until Hoseok grabbed his phone and started to scroll away, his brain too foggy to properly focus for a bit. It wasn’t a good habit, but scrolling through mindless media offered a pause to his mind that he desperately needed.

“That’s some odd work you’re doing.” You said with a laugh, already looking at Hoseok when he looked up.

“Oh. Yeah. I needed a break.”

You nodded, “Rest is vital. How long have you been studying here?”

“A few hours probably.”

“Damn. No wonder you needed the break. Will you be able to stop for the day soon?”

Hoseok shook his head.

“Hmmm. Then I will be here to help you relax while you’re breaking!” You laughed quietly before pulling out a deck of cards, “Have you ever played solitaire?”

“Of course. I’m horrible at it though.”

“Perfect! I can teach you then! I’m amazing.”

After clearing their table of everything but their drinks, Hoseok and you fell into a rhythm of playing solitaire. His coffee got cold before you stopped to let him work more but he didn’t mind. His heart raced every time your hands got close and he saw the small gap between the red strings but he tried to ignore it. His mind felt a little more tired but he surprisingly had more energy to get back into homework.

His heart was even more confused though. You were just being friendly. Just friendly.

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kittyball23 · 11 months

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The Trade (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: Branch thinks things through, and comes up with his own plan to rescue Floyd

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A walk was supposed to clear his mind.

He used to do it all the time when he lived alone, and sometimes still did. Brooding for a bit usually helped him refocus, helped to calm him down.

This time around, however, it was incredibly difficult.

Things in his head seemed to be moving at a hundred or so miles per hour, wracking his brain with everything that had made him who he was today, much of it having to do with the four Trolls who had returned in his life. Trolls who, like it or not, were his siblings.

He didn’t know how to feel about them anymore. And the confusion was making him want to scream. Were they a family? Biologically, yes. But were they really a family? Because, behavior-wise, he suspected that answer was no.

The best thing to do, the way he saw it, was to just go back home as he'd desired. Home, where he could slip into his bunker, know that he was safe, and forget that anything had ever happened. He had been just fine without them for over twenty years.

But... was he really?

He really, really despised those weaker moments growing up where he did long for his brothers again. Wondered what they were up to. Wondered if they were wondering what he was up to. Wondered if they really were happier, or if they were in the same state that he had been. Wondered if he'd ever see John Dory, Spruce, Clay, and Floyd ever again.

Floyd.

If there had been any Troll that he would have perhaps considered wanting to see again, it was him. Why did he have to be the one captured? Somehow, though, he didn't think he would've been okay with any of the others having been captured.

He clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. How tempting it was to just walk away and not have to experience the inner turmoil that was urging him to somehow work it out. The Branch from only a couple years back would have, and quite easily at that.

But the Branch from now was not like that.

He was a better Troll. One who would take action and strive to do the right thing rather than hermit himself away.

One who was not going to let his brothers, nor his girlfriend Poppy, down.

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Branch did not try and hide himself. Not like he and the others had tried to do last time. He simply walked right in. And sure enough, he was spotted right away. The two large, looming shadows of the Bergen siblings stomped over, sneers on their faces.

“Well, well…” Veneer said. “Back for more, are ya?”

“Seems you didn’t quite learn your lesson the first time,” Velvet said, her hands on her hips and a smirk tugging the corner of her lip.

“I’m not here to try and fight,” Branch said plainly.

“Good, we’re not either,” Velvet said. “It’s exhausting, don’tcha think? Especially for folks your size.”

Branch did not agree nor disagree to the statement. He simply pressed forth with what he intended to say. “I’ve come here to ask that you release my brother, Floyd.”

Velvet looked down at Branch, her eyes narrowing. Then she laughed. “Oh, sure. Fighting fire with fire didn’t work, shorty, and neither is begging.”

Branch expected this. He put up no fight. He simply nodded. “Right. So we’re done here then, huh?”

Velvet nodded. “Yep.”

Branch shrugged. “Okay then. Fine.”

Velvet and Veneer both turned their back on the Troll, walking off.

But little had they known that Branch was in fact not done yet.

The teal Troll cleared his throat, and then began to sing.

“Ohhh, Ooooo…

When the visions around you

Bring tears to your eyes

And all that surrounds you

Are secrets and lies…”

Branch saw the two Bergens immediately slow down. He almost felt like grinning. They were listening. That’s just what he wanted. He continued.

“I'll be your strength

I'll give you hope

Keeping your faith when it's gone…

The one you should call

Was standing here all along…”

Velvet and Veneer had come to a full stop. Their bodies were tilted ever so slightly in Branch’s general direction as the Troll continued to sing.

“And I will take you in my arms

And hold you right where you belong

'Til the day my life is through

This I promise you

This I promise you…”

As Branch held on to the last note, the Bergen siblings' full attention had gone to him. They faced him, a look of astonishment clear on their faces. Clearly, they hadn’t expected Branch to break out singing at random. Nor did they expect him to sound that… good.

Velvet looked at Veneer. Veneer looked at Velvet.

Branch glanced at the two of them.

“Once again, I’ve come here to ask that you release my brother, Floyd.”

The Bergen twins grew a malicious smile on each of their faces. “Well,” Veneer said.

“Perhaps we can work out a compromise,” Velvet said, finishing the thought.

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In the meantime, Poppy had made her way back to the brothers, having explained with much distress of what had occurred when she’d spoken to Branch.

“I tried,” she said, nearly on the verge of tears. “I really did try. And I know he can change his mind. But it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen right now…”

The brothers hung their heads. They figured Branch would not be easily convinced to come back, but they could not be mad about it. It was understood why.

“I guess we’ll just have to wait,” Spruce said, a bit defeated.

John Dory gave a shrug of agreement, unable to think of anything else, and hoping that the wait for their brother to come back around wouldn’t be too long.

“Or maybe you don’t have to,” Clay said, suddenly perking up and pointing behind them. “Look!”

The Trolls turned to look in the direction he was pointing and, sure enough, running towards them was the figure of a Troll.

Poppy gasped. “Branch!” She began to run towards him, trying to meet him halfway, when she started to slow her pace after getting a better look. Wait a second. This Troll was not her boyfriend. This nearly-out-of-breath Troll who was sprinting towards them did share some slight similarities to him, though instead of a crop of rich blue hair on his head, it was a vibrant magenta, styled to where part of the bangs obscured his left eye. A single black earring was embedded into his right ear. She reared back in surprise, recognizing him. “Floyd?”

Floyd panted, trying to catch his breath. “Yes, yes, it’s me.” He gave a small wave when the other brothers instantly flanked Poppy’s sides, also as surprised to see Floyd before them now.

“Yo bro, it’s good to see you’re okay!” John Dory exclaimed. “You are okay, right?”

Floyd quickly checked himself, ensuring that he was uninjured. “Um, yeah, I think so.” Though he said it, the Trolls could still see that something still wasn’t quite right. He looked very shaken… and extremely worried.

“Dude, how did you escape?” Spruce asked.

“Yeah, those Bergens were something fierce and nasty!” Clay added.

Floyd said nothing at first, looking as though he was recalling something painful. He averted his gaze and looked down at the ground, looking almost ashamed. Poppy felt worry start to prick at her now. Something's not right here... but I need to find out WHAT. She moved closer to Floyd, putting a hand on his shoulder. He flinched at the unexpected touch, but welcomed it. He really needed the comfort right now.

“Floyd,” Poppy said gently, her voice lowered. “Can you tell us what happened? Please?”

The magenta Troll was silent, but he nodded his head, able to find the voice to finally explain. “It was Branch.”

Poppy stiffened at the mention of her boyfriend. But she needed to hear this. “Branch?” she asked.

Floyd nodded. “He came, not too long ago. He asked them to let me go and when they didn’t… h-he sang.” He stopped, recalling the moment. He shook his head. “I never got a chance to hear Branch really sing when we were kids. But now, it… it sounds like… like…”

“Like an angel’s,” Poppy finished, familiar with how beautiful his voice could sound.

“Exactly,” Floyd agreed. “And they seemed to think so, too. So now I’m out here, and he’s…” The Troll trailed off, unable to bear finishing his sentence.

Poppy went rigid, her eyes wide. “They took him.”

Floyd nodded, looking terribly guilty. “He didn’t have to do it. I wasn’t worth it. I left him!” he cried, wishing more than ever that he could change what happened in the past.

Everyone was quiet for a moment, taking in this new information with grim understanding. Then John Dory spoke up.

“Yeah, well, you know what? We left him, too.” He gestured to himself, Spruce and Clay. “And you know what else? You were worth it. Because you’re his brother. And Branch is our brother. And those days of walking-out-on-each-other are over. You know why?”

Spruce did, seeing where JD was going with this, and he piped up. “Because we’re a family.”

“And families are there for each other!” Clay added.

Moved by their determined words, Poppy was able to pull herself out of the initial state of shock and regain her composure. “You're right," she said. "So if we're gonna make this work, we all have to band together so we can save Branch!" She thrust her hand out. "Who's with me?"

The hands of John Dory, Spruce, and Clay shot out to join hers. Floyd, still feeling bad for what had occurred, hesitated a second. He didn't know what she or his brothers had in mind, but what he did know was that he wasn't going to let his baby brother down. Not again. So he, too, placed his hand on time of theirs and threw it up in the air when they all did.

“IT’S BRO-TIME!” came the collective shout.

John Dory quickly huddled them together, all the Trolls’ heads nearly touching each other as the group formed a tight circle.

“All right, we need a new game plan,” the BroZone leader said, more determined than ever. “And I think I got just the one. It’s going to take all of us, though, so listen in…”

So Poppy, Spruce, Clay, and Floyd did listen in, adding their own input when sought necessary and tweaking what was needed to be tweaked. Soon enough, their plan did indeed start to come together, and soon enough they set themselves into executing the ambitious task.

Dangerous? Maybe. Worth it? One-hundred percent.

__________________________________________ A/N: What if, in the climax, Branch offered to trade places with Floyd? :0 Just a little idea I had :3

Song Branch sings is "This I Promise You" by NSYNC ;)

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #fanfiction #brozone #floyd trolls #branch trolls #poppy trolls #velvet and veneer #john dory #spruce trolls #clay trolls #dreamworks #kittyball writes

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milliedazzledust · 2 years

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The Devil and I Get Along Just Fine (Bucky Barnes imagine)

Request: Bucky had just been rescued by the Avengers. Now he has to go through tests to show just how much the serum has changed him, emotionally and physically. Neither the Avengers, nor the reader truly realize just how much the soldier is tired to fight

Words: 2.8k

Warning: heavy talk of PTSD

A/N: so this was a story I had already posted but I felt like there was more to write, more depth and emotions to explore - I hope you'll like it!

“How did you sleep ?”

“Fine” She knew he was lying. The man barely slept and on the rare occasion he did, his demons were quick to change into nightmares. He would never tell her that, and she would never allow herself to ask.

“Ready for today ?” She chose to say instead.

Bucky sat at the end of his bed, in his own bedroom, inside a gigantic building he hadn’t really wanted to live in. He kept staring at his clasped hands, trying to force his own mind to shut down his anxiousness.

“Not really,” He sincerely whispered.

The woman sighed and knelt down in front of him. She gently stroked his forearms, trying to somehow appease him.

“Do you trust me ?”

“You know I do, Y/N” He replied with the hint of a smile.

“Then trust I won’t let anything happen to you” She squeezed his hands. She had a distinctive smell, a mix of the shampoo she used and the perfume on her skin. It had become a scent he associated with peace and reality. “C’mon, Buck. Time to go”

It would have been an understatement to say he didn’t want to. Every part of him was scared of how this day would go. He silently followed her nonetheless as she led him to the basement floor of the building. It had been designed by Stark and almost looked like a hospital. Him and Dr.Banner were spending much of their time there. That day, they had been charged to test Bucky in order to fix his arm and check on his health.

He never acknowledged Tony or Bruce as he walked inside the examining room. He surprised himself thinking it was a lot cleaner than what he had been accustomed to. No wires, no massive machine, no device to hold his head in a deafening grip, yet his first instinct was to memorize each and every exit.

“We’ll start with your arm” Dr.Banner instructed him. The soldier was already in his own world, his mind miles away. It was a trick he had learned long ago, a palace he had created to escape the pain. He knew the doorways by heart, he had built them. A real labyrinth nobody but him could go in, the perfect hiding place. He knew his body could take any hit, so long as his mind remained intact.

“Buck” Y/N delicately called, bringing his attention back to her. He reminded her of a scared animal when he glanced up at her.

“Do they need to remove it ?” He talked quietly, almost as if he was scared Tony and Bruce would hear him.

“Yeah” She answered with a frown, knowing he would be uncomfortable. “But it won’t hurt”

He didn’t believe her, how could he ? He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to refocus, forcing his muscles to stop acting by memory. The adrenalin was already coursing through his veins, anticipating a fight or flight response he knew wouldn’t come.

“Alright” He resigned himself and laid back on the gurney, clenching his fists in an attempt to stop his body from twitching.

“I’m gonna need you to leave the room, Y/N” Tony informed her.

She shook her head, categorically refusing as she kept her gaze on the man. “He needs me”

“It’s alright” Bucky muttered without even looking at her. “I’ll be fine”

He didn’t see the way she bit her lips, didn’t see the expression of worry on her face. Her eyes trailed down his figure, watching him sink into his seat, almost as if he was expecting pain to be inflicted at any point. She dropped her head and with a sigh left the room, left him drifting into one of the dark and gloomy corners of his mind.

Tony and Bruce weren’t really hurting him, only doing basic analysis and checking his vitals, yet every touch felt heavy, eliciting goosebumps all over his skin. His senses were heightened, his brain ringing a fire alarm he couldn’t ignore. He had learned long ago the best way to endure torture was to lay still and silently wait for it to be over. So, as his entire body froze, he waited.

“We are done, sergeant Barnes” Dr.Banner said after a while, giving him a sympathetic nod of comfort.

The soldier drew in a small breath and turned his head to look back at the doctor. “What now ?”

“We’ll need to test the arm once you’ve gotten used to it” Stark stated, typing on a computer. “For now it’s just about your everyday life - two hands is better than one. We’ll see later how you can adjust in a fight”

Bucky pursed his lips, biting back venomous words he wanted to shout back. He had no intention of fighting ever again, just like he had no intention of surrendering his will to choose to do so.

Steve was next, waiting for him in the training room. Y/N was there too, afraid he would not handle the weight of yet another minute spent using skills that weren’t really his.

“What is this ?” The wounded man asked, his eyes roaming across the room.

The Captain carefully looked back at him before answering. “Can’t really put you back out there without testing your… abilities first”

Before them were several kinds of weapons, firearms and knives mostly, set on a large table. They all knew he didn’t want to do this but needed to be sure they could rely on him when the time would come. They all knew what Hydra handy-man was capable of. The only catch was that using those skills as Bucky Barnes would be very different than using them as the Winter Soldier. The man felt too much, the assassin too little.

“We’ll start with the guns. They are all in pieces. I’ll put a timer - take as much time as you need to reassemble each parts” Steve explained.

Bucky cast an unsure look at Y/N but she forced a smile on her face and nodded at him. She was standing nearby, her arms crossed, concerned he might snap under the unnecessary pressure. She had been against this whole idea, deeming it was too soon for him to jump back into business. He needed therapy, not training.

The former soldier only took a second to observe and analyze what was in front of him. Without thinking, he started to assemble each piece together. There were eighteen different kinds of firearms in total, for which he took less than two minutes to rebuild. All from muscle memory he didn't know he possessed.

Once he was done, Steve asked him to show them what he was capable of doing with knives. Each time he threw them, they landed exactly on the target, precisely where he wanted them to. Whichever the shape or size of the weapon he was using, his hands seemed familiar with it.

His companions were watching from afar, taken aback by his speed and agility, but most of all by the lack of expressions on his face. He was stone cold and detached, doing what was expected of him without any care in the world. There was no denying he had been trained to kill.

“That’s… impressive” The Captain conceded. “Better than most”

The compliment fell flat on Bucky and he waited for them to give him the next instructions.

“What more do you need to evaluate ?” He mumbled, almost annoyed. He was exhausted, he needed to rest.

“You were injected with the infinity formula, which we know now slows down the way you age” The Captain told him.

“Cryo helped” Bucky muttered under his breath, avoiding to look back at his friend.

“What else did it alter ?”

He crossed his arms, not wanting to elaborate. He felt naked under prying eyes. “Mostly strength, speed and reflexes” He still vividly remembered the brutal violence he used to force secrets out of his targets, sometimes could even still feel the blood on his hands.

“Healing too” The Sergeant reluctantly added.

Steve suddenly seemed very interested.

“How so ?”

From the corner of her eyes, Y/N saw Bucky tensed. She knew he wasn’t ready to share that part of his story yet.

“I… don’t think now is a good time for this, Steve”

He wanted to push the issue but she shook her head, efficiently silencing him.

“Are we done now ?” The former soldier had had enough.

The Captain sighed. “I’m only trying to help, Buck”

His friend was quick to answer. “I know. But getting me back on the battlefield is the worst way to do it”

Steve knew he was right.

“Can I go ?” The former soldier pushed one more time, looking back between them. His voice was barely a whisper, filled with apprehension. He had been taught the hard way to follow commands without a second thought, without questions.

“You are not forced to do anything you don’t want to” Y/N gently reminded him. “The choice is yours alone”

“Should have started with that” He grumbled.

He left them there and went back to his room. Spending his whole day being looked at under a microscope had been a burden for him. They knew how the Winter Soldier came to be and figuring out how he changed the man underneath could prove to be of great help. That much he understood, but it didn’t make anything easier. He could heal quicker than most, move faster, handle any weapons as he pleased, yet remained incapable of using his own mind. What good could a set of skills do if controlled by a damaged system ?

He had intended to choose a book from his small collection and read until exhaustion finally caught up with him when somebody knocked. He knew already who it was before she had entered the room.

“Are you alright ?” Y/N leaned on his door with a concerned expression on her face.

He snorted without humor and raised his head to look at her “You need to stop asking”

“That would mean stop worrying about you” She shrugged as she walked inside and sat on the bed next to him. “You know I can’t do that”

They didn’t talk for a while, enjoying the comforting proximity. Y/N had been a rock for him throughout all the adjustments he had had to make. She understood the loneliness and the devastation brought by his newfound identity.

“I tried to tell them it was too soon” She efficiently cut the silence in a whisper.

“They want me back out there” He guessed.

She shook her head. “No, Buck. They want to understand what Hydra did to you”

“Why ?” He turned to look at her, eyes filled with questions.

“Steve thinks they can find a way to heal you” She confessed.

“Heal me ?” He repeated, arching an eyebrow in bewilderment.

She took a deep breath and let herself fall back on his bed, absently staring at the ceiling. “I told them it was useless. It’s not your body that needs help”

“Y/N…” He warned her, standing up to put his book back on the shelf.

“I know you don’t want me to say it, Bucky, but seeing you like this is truly horrifying”

He pursed his lips and clasped his hands together. She saw the movement from the corner of her eyes and knew it meant he was done talking. He had the habit of shutting everyone down once he deemed the conversation too uncomfortable.

“It’s like… you’re constantly standing on the verge of a cliff, overlooking memories that bring you nothing but guilt and pain. Hydra is long gone but you still live with them”

“You should leave” His voice was firm.

She sighed and sat back up, looking right at him. “No. Not this time”

“What is this ?” He clenched his jaw, flipping his hand in the air. “What are you doing ?”

She rubbed her eyes in exasperation. “I’m getting you to talk”

A dark chuckle escaped his lips. “So what, now you’re my therapist too ? Is that what this is ?”

He was slowly losing his patience, she could see it.

“Bucky, I know this isn’t easy for you…”

“You don’t” He cut her in a sharp tone, his nostrils flaring almost in anger. “So please, please, Y/N I need you to stop pushing”

She stood up and took deliberate slow steps toward him, almost afraid to scare him away.

“I can’t” She whispered, shaking her head. “I need to help”

“This isn’t helping” Y/N raised her hand and before she could even reach his cheek, he gently grabbed her wrist and pushed her away. He saw how much the rejection hurt her but chose not to say anything.

“It’s been weeks, Bucky” She tried to explain. “And I really thought you were making progress and getting better. But clearly it’s getting worse again”

“Worse ?” He repeated in a hysterical chuckle. He had talked with so much animosity she felt compelled to take a step back. “You think this is worse ?”

She could see a whole spectrum of anger displaying on his face. He covered his mouth with his hand and started pacing around the room. That single word alone had attacked him in a way she hadn’t anticipated. He looked like a cage animal, trying to repress whatever emotions had hit him.

“Bucky…”

“There wasn’t even a better to begin with!” He shouted, voice filled with so much emotion it made her involuntarily flinch. “No, no, no, Y/N, I’m not getting worse again. This was never temporary, this is how it’s been for as long as I can remember”

He closed the distance between them so fast she barely saw him moving. They were inches apart and every muscle in his face was contorted with rage.

“I’m exhausted, do you get that ? I’m so fucking exhausted of pretending so congratulation, Y/N, you’re sitting front row to see the shit show! You wanted to know what was inside my head ? Hm ?” He pointed an accusing finger at his skull, hitting himself repeatedly. His bloodshot eyes were wide open and he hadn’t realized he had started crying. “This is it! It’s getting worse again for you, but nothing ever changed for me. I live in hell every single fucking hour of every single fucking day. The moment I stop pretending is the moment you get to witness the tip of the iceberg. But you’ll never see it all, never. Because if you did, you wouldn’t even comprehend how I’m still alive”

She tried once again to close the distance and touch him but he didn’t let her and backed away.

“This isn’t getting worse again” His voice cracked in a whisper. “You’ve seen nothing”

When finally his eyes landed on hers, he realized she was sobbing. She had silently taken every single blow of rage that had been aimed at no one but himself. This is what he had been afraid all along, for her to see how much damages there was to uncover.

“I woke up in a world that wasn’t mine anymore” He said after taking a couple of deep breaths. “And today, you were all acting like I should’ve been proud to know how to fire a gun, or throw a knife, or handle a fight. But all this ? It came with a cost. You have to get that”

“I do” She murmured. “I’m sorry I can’t take your pain away, Bucky”

He sadly smiled at her. “I never ask you to”

With a long sigh, he let his body fall back on his bed and clasped his hands together. “I wanted to rip my own heart out every time I was allowed a shred of sanity. There was this… peephole inside my own brain, this tiny window from which I was able to witness what the Winter Soldier was capable of doing. It was always… always so… brutal”

He stopped for a moment, the emotions once again too violent to handle all at once.

“But sanity never lasted too long. I ended up on that same chair, strapped down, my head bare for them to wipe. Just like that, back to square one. To oblivion” He shook his head. “Now I’m not sure how to handle memories I share with an assassin. Where do I end and where does he begin ?”

She swore she had never seen a man looking so broken. This time when she closed the distance between them he let her. She kneeled down in front of him and took his hands on her own.

“We’ll take it one day at a time”

“It might take a while”

She softly brushed the tear rolling down his cheek, watching him closing his eyes and relishing on the small and intimate touch between them.

“I’m willing to wait”

“I might never get the old me back”

“That was never the goal, Buck. We move forward, use all the pieces to create a new version you’ll be comfortable to live with”

“I like that idea” He smirked.

She leaned forward and tenderly kissed his forehead, sealing in that gesture the promise she would stay and fight for his sanity.

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