#sorry it’s long i can’t add a keep reading line

[loveinhawkins]

For a few weeks, Claudia thinks that she’s collecting her son from the hospital after he’s visited Max Mayfield.

Then she finds out that’s only partly the truth.

Usually Dustin’s already waiting in the parking lot for her, Steve by his side. They chat, Steve insisting that he could drive Dustin home, it’s no trouble, and Claudia thanks him for the offer, kindly refuses; the poor boy looks run ragged these days.

One day neither of them are there, so she heads inside. There’s still a long line at reception, the aftermath of the earthquake, so she finds a nurse in a corridor, describes Dustin—my boy, about this high, curly hair (smiles like the sun, she wants to add)—and the nurse smiles, says, “Follow me, ma’am.”

She has a passing thought that this isn’t the direction to Max’s room, but reasons that she must’ve been moved. The nurse leaves her at the door before being called away.

Claudia opens the door quietly.

It’s not Max who’s in the bed.

She recognises him from the posters—his eyes first, then his long hair. He’s holding a battered copy of The Hobbit, the spine broken, and he’s reading so softly that she can’t quite make out the words.

And there, lying so peacefully against Eddie Munson’s shoulder, is Dustin. He’s fast asleep.

Eddie’s got an arm around him, and he’s slowly running his fingers through Dustin’s hair the way she used to when he was little, to help him drift off.

He looks up from his book at the sound of her entering the room, and his face goes as white as the bedsheets.

She takes one step forward.

Eddie inhales, breath stuttering, and it’s a fragile, heartbreaking sound.

Dustin stirs. “Hmm? Wha’s wrong?” He lifts his head up from Eddie’s shoulder, and his eyes meet Claudia’s, and he’s suddenly wide awake, scrabbling upright. “Mom.”

Eddie’s mouth keeps moving, like he’s desperately searching for words. “I-I’m not—” His breathing catches again, eyes wide; Claudia realises, with a heavy heart, that he’s deeply afraid of her. “It’s just a stupid board game, I swear.”

“Mom,” Dustin says again. Pleading.

And of course, Claudia never once believed the frenzied cries about Satanic rituals. Still, throughout that awful Spring Break, knowing that her son was lying to her, all she could think was that she was once a teenager, too—remembered how easy it could be to get caught up in something scary, something beyond your control.

She looks into Eddie Munson’s eyes, and knows deep in her bones that she has nothing to fear from him.

She beckons Dustin over, hands him the car keys.

“There’s a pillow on your seat, hon,” she says softly, because there’s a sleepy haze returning to his eyes despite his obvious concern for Eddie.

Dustin blinks, so unsure.

She smiles reassuringly. It’s okay. I promise.

“Okay,” Dustin says slowly, and he looks back at Eddie, raising his eyebrows like he wants to convince him of something. “See you tomorrow, Eddie.”

Eddie nods, but doesn’t speak.

He lifts his hand in a weak wave as Dustin leaves. It’s shaking. Claudia sits down by the bed. Puts her hand in his.

Eddie stares at her.

“I’m so sorry,” she says. “I’m so sorry for what we did to you.”

Eddie shakes his head, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “You didn’t—” He clears his throat. “It wasn’t you.”

Claudia shakes her head, too, slowly—prays that he can really hear this. “No, no, please. Listen to me. I’m so sorry.”

It would be an easy thing to say, that the town of Hawkins wronged Eddie Munson. But that would make it sound so impersonal: like it was inevitable, just one of these tragic things that happened, nothing to be done about it. Like earthquakes.

But that wasn’t true. People were behind this, and Claudia knows that they are all the town, every single one of them. And what did it say about them, that the fear and mistrust and cruelty spread like wildfire? That not one adult in the town hall stood up, begged people to stop, to think again?

“Th-thank you,” Eddie says. It sounds so uncertain, almost like a question.

Claudia squeezes his hand. “You were with Dustin, weren’t you?” she asks. “When the earthquake…”

His hand is shaking again.

“Yes,” he whispers. “I-I’m sorry, I—” He swallows. “I didn’t want a-anything to happen to him.”

“Oh, honey.” She reaches out cautiously, and when he doesn’t freeze up, she cups his cheek; her heart breaks at the rough indent of a scar beneath her palm. “You’re not God.”

Eddie reaches up, pressing her hand further against his cheek. He’s crying.

Claudia wipes his tears away as much as she can. She keeps up a steady murmur: “Shh, shh. I know you kept him as safe as you could. I know, I know. Shh.”

When he starts to calm, she thanks him again, but for something lighter.

“Dusty… he was so nervous, starting high school. But his first day, when I picked him up, all he could talk about was getting invited to have lunch with… well, a club.” Claudia smiles. “Oh, he was talking a mile a minute, I could hardly keep up. But I… oh, Eddie, I understand now. That was you.”

Eddie grins back. His cheeks are still wet.

“I didn’t do much,” he says. “You’ve…” For a moment, his eyes fill up again, but they look like happy tears. “You’ve got some kid, Mrs Henderson. He’s—he’s a real gem.”

She laughs. “Oh, I know.”

It’s one of the many things she loves about Dustin: that he’s always been so unashamedly, so joyously himself.

And Eddie had clearly seen that in him, had taken him in and nurtured everything that made him so.

The door abruptly slams open.

Steve’s in the doorway; he must’ve been running, is still gasping for breath as he says, panicked, “Claudia, I can—”

“Steve,” Eddie says softly, and that’s all.

But it’s clearly enough, because Steve’s shoulders drop in relief, and then he’s shutting the door, coming to Eddie’s bedside like he belongs there, and Eddie’s smiling at him, so tenderly…

And oh, she was young, once. She knows what she’s looking at.

Of course, she doesn’t mention it, can still sense some residual anxiety radiating from them.

Instead she looks around the room, spots a pile of laundry in the corner. It’s been stuffed into a bag; she recognises that as belonging to Steve, but there’s some shirts in there that are definitely Eddie’s, entwined with Steve’s things.

She stands, but before she can even pick up the bag, it seems like Steve’s read her mind, because he’s stepping forward, stopping her with a touch to her forearm.

“Oh, you don’t have to—I’m taking care of it, Claudia.”

She pats his cheek, lingers there until he smiles. “I know, sweetheart. But… would you let me? It’s the least I can do.”

Eddie reaches up from the bed, squeezes Steve’s elbow. Steve sighs, briefly leaning into him.

“Okay,” he says. “That’s… thank you.”

“As long as you do one thing for me.”

“Of course,” Steve says immediately. “Anything.”

Claudia brings out a notepad and pen from her bag. “Write me a list? Anything you’d like, I’ll be shopping anyway.” She looks Steve in the eyes, adds firmly but with a smile, “It’s no trouble.”

Steve takes the notepad, twirls the pen hesitantly.

“Anything you’d like,” Claudia repeats. She glances at Eddie, says, “You know, if you want a different shampoo than what they have here, things like that, or—”

“Oh, uh, it’s okay,” Eddie says quickly. “Whatever’s on sale is—”

“I know, honey,” Claudia says patiently, “but what would you actually like?”

The last extended hospital stay she’d had was fifteen years ago; Dustin had been a preemie, and one of the few things that kept her calm was the familiar: scents, food, people…

Steve chuckles. “I’ve got it.” He writes on the notepad, and Eddie must be able to read it, because he suddenly turns a little pink.

“How did you know that?”

Steve shrugs, smiles. “I notice things.” He writes down just a couple more things, then hands the list back. “Thank you so much, Claudia.”

“Any time, sweetie, I mean it.” She hugs Steve goodbye, then reaches one last time for Eddie’s hand on the bedspread. “It was lovely to meet you, Eddie. Hope you can go home soon.”

“Yeah, me—me too. Thank you, Mrs Hend—” Steve squeezes Eddie’s shoulder, and Eddie stops. Smiles. “Thank you, Claudia.”

She looks back once to shut the door behind her. Steve’s pulling up a chair, as close as he can get, and as the door closes, she hears him tut softly, gently swiping at the remaining trail of tears on Eddie’s face: “Hey, what—?”

They look like they belong together. Dustin’s boys.

Dustin’s asleep in the car, pillow pressed against the window. Claudia puts the bag of laundry in the trunk before quietly slipping into her seat.

Dustin wakes anyway as they drive out of the parking lot. “Eddie… okay?”

“He is, honey. Steve’s with him.”

“Mm… good.” There’s a pause, and Claudia thinks he’s fallen asleep again, but then he says, tentative, “Mom?”

“Yes, Dusty?”

“If I tell you something… d’you promise to keep it private?”

“As long as it’s not hurting anyone.”

“It’s not,” Dustin says firmly. “Um. Steve and Eddie, I think… I think they’re…”

Claudia smiles, nods encouragingly. “Oh, that’s lovely.”

Dustin hums in agreement. “They’ve not told me. Did I… do something wrong?”

“No, baby. You just keep doing what you’re doing.” Claudia feels a lump in her throat. “You’re a good friend.”

Dustin makes an uncertain noise.

“You are, baby. They love you very much, you know that, right?”

“Yeah.” Dustin sighs. “I know.” His eyes are closing.

“Sorry, baby, just before you sleep—are there any candies Steve and Eddie like?”

Dustin nods. “Eddie likes anything sweet. An’ Steve…” He yawns. “Anything w’peanut butter.”

“Great. Thank you, honey.”

Dustin’s already asleep.

Claudia knows that even with what she’s learned today, she still only has half a story, if that. That there’s something more to Dustin’s exhaustion, to just how Eddie ended up in a hospital bed.

Today, she’ll do all she can. It’s not a lot, but it’s something. Laundry and shopping, reading the brand of shampoo Steve wrote with a careful eye. She’ll fill her cart up with treats, things that won’t solve anything; they might make staying in that hospital room just a little easier, though. Make it feel a little warmer, a little more like home.

But first, she’ll take her boy home; she’ll park the car as close to the front door as she can get, and when he doesn’t stir, she’ll run a hand through his hair, gently put him to bed.

#one line from my current Dustin fic wouldn’t leave me alone & then this happened ❤️ #claudia henderson fic #eddie and dustin #dustin and claudia henderson #henderfam #steve and dustin #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #steddie #eddie and claudia #steve and claudia #claudia henderson #dustin henderson #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie

[sparklingchim]

long way home 26 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 4.9k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers, angst

warnings: ... emotions 🫡

summary: the one where decisions are made.

a/n: i can't believe m actually typing this out but we're at the end of lwh !!! thank u to everyone reading this series <3 i love uuuu <3

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 |

masterlist | long way home masterlist

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The coffee shop is eerily tranquil today. There aren’t many customers.

Only a few people linger at the tables near the windows and a single person stands in line.

The only loud noise comes from your phone pressed to your ear as Seulgi screams and yells at you.

You definitely should have waited until you entered the break room, because you’re afraid Seulgi’s voice is loud enough to hear.

“You promised me you would talk to him!”

You close the door with a push of your palm.

“I know, I’m going to.” You sigh and sit down at the table. “I just don’t know when exactly.” You sound sheepish, a worried crease appearing between your brows.

"Did he text you at all?”

“No. Why would he? I literally kicked him out of my place.”

Seulgi groans at your reminder. “Tell me why you did that again?”

“Seulgi,” you whine. You need her advice. She had already done the scolding part days ago.

“I know, I know – I'm sorry,” she replies, softer now – less accusing.

You fidget with your fingers. “Should I text him?”

“No, that’s not a good approach,” she dismisses.

“At least it’s something,” you retort. You could send him a short message. Though you’re not sure what it would contain. Hi, I'm sorry for making you leave, can we pls pls pls talk I miss you. You grimace. Maybe a call would be more suitable.

“Y/n,” Seulgi says, snapping you out of your thoughts. “You know what’s more important than figuring out how to approach a conversation?” She pauses, but you stay silent. “Being ready to tell him the truth.”

You told Seulgi of your feelings for Jungkook the day after he confessed to you. She sat on your couch and watched you intently after you announced in a flustered tone I have to tell you something, right after you had talked about what had happened the day before.

You waited for a reaction, but none came. She had a vacant expression. “I know,” she said then, shrugging nonchalantly. “You think you were being secretive about it?” A puzzled look spread across her face.

You felt your cheeks grow hot.

“Are you?” Seulgi presses.

“Yes. I think I am.”

“Good, because this isn’t gonna fix itself,” she says. “Not unless you finally have the courage to be honest with him.”

She’s right. And even though it’s scary, you have nothing to lose. You have already lost your two favourite people in the world.

“And now go and talk to him.”

“What?” Seulgi can’t possibly mean that.

"Go to his place and have a conversation with him.” As if it were that easy.

“I’m at work, Seulgi.”

“You’re taking a break right now,” she counters.

“Yeah, but-”

“No buts,” she interjects. “Just go and get your friend back. Or future boyfriend, whatever.” Seulgi is unwavering. But your doubts and hesitations slowly start to fade. “I can’t keep watching you be sad. It breaks my heart,” she adds, in a much smaller voice.

“Seulgi,” you pout. She has seen you at your lowest points, and of course you know that she is compassionate, but when you hear her voice, your throat tightens.

“You’re gonna leave now?” she asks.

It’s a bit hectic and far too spontaneous, but her words have planted determination in your mind. But maybe that is exactly what you need. This way you don’t have time to overthink and come up with possible scenarios that make you doubt everything and give you sleepless nights.

“I am.” You take a look at the clock. You still have time left, but it’s definitely not nearly enough for walking to Jungkook’s apartment and talking to him. You have to do this now. If you postpone it to later, you’re not certain if you still have the bravery to do it.

“The next time you call it better be to tell me that Jungkook is your boyfie.”

You ignore her. “I’m gonna hang up now, I don’t have time. And thank you, really, without you I’d probably never do this.”

“That’s what friends are for,” she says warmly. You wish you could hug her.

After the call you leave the break room. There still aren’t a lot of customers and you’re thankful for that.

“Jimin.” You walk up to him. He’s loading cakes into the display case. He gives you a sweet smile.

“Hey, uh – I kinda have something quick to do,” you start, gauging his reaction. “Do you think you could – It’s just something really important and I don’t know if I can do it later and-”

“It’s okay, y/n,” he interrupts, the smile still on display. “I’ll cover for you, no problem. Do what you have to do, there is no rush.”

He doesn’t ask for a reason. He doesn’t ask how long you’ll be away. He doesn’t ask any questions. You would pull him into a hug if you weren’t in such a hurry.

You tug at the tie of your apron at your back and pull it off your body. Jimin reaches out to you and you hand him your black apron.

“Thank you. I promise I’ll be back soon!”

You don’t know the outcome of this, but you will take the initiative and at least try to make things better than they have been the last couple weeks.

You’re a little hopeful, and you have yet to find out if you are foolish for that.

With your heart pounding in your ears, you rush out of the coffee shop.

~

The walk from the coffee shop to Jungkook’s apartment isn’t that long, but it gives you time to question your choice.

You stand in the elevator of Jungkook’s apartment building, wondering whether you should press the button that will take you back down.

Earlier, a guy walked out of the building when you were about to ring Jungkook’s doorbell. You were able to slip into the building without announcing your presence to Jungkook. You feel more comfortable this way, though your hands start feeling clammy.

The elevator stops at Jungkook’s floor. The steps that lead you to his apartment door are uncertain, ready to turn and sprint down the stairs.

But you didn’t come here just to run away. You want things to be good between Jungkook and you.

You take a deep breath and press the doorbell.

A few seconds pass. Then, the door opens.

Jungkook stands in front of you. His long, dark hair is a fluffy and wavy mess on top of his head, adorned with little wispy flyaways around his face. He’s in casual clothes – black sweatpants combined with an oversized white pullover.

He seems startled to see you.

“Hi,” you say, a little breathless.

“Hi.” His usual mellow lilt carries a rare hesitancy.

“Do you have time to talk?” A lump forms in your throat and you swallow it down.

“Yeah, sure.” He makes room for you to enter and closes the door behind you. You change into a pair of slippers and follow Jungkook to the living room.

“Is Nabi sleeping?” You can’t help but ask. You kind of hoped to see her. You missed her and maybe she could’ve eased your nervousness a little.

“I put her down for a nap a while ago.” Jungkook sits down next to you on the couch, a considerable distance between you. He glances at the clock hanging on the wall. “She should be up soon, though.”

When his eyes draw back to you, you feel a little helpless. You remind yourself of what Seulgi told you. This isn’t gonna fix itself.

After sorting the chaos in your head, you say, “I wanted to apologise for being so selfish all the time.”

Jungkook parts his lips to speak, but you continue before he can say anything. “I’ve never fully tried to look at things from your perspective and narrowed my mind to what I thought was the best solution.” You pull your sleeves over your hands. “It shouldn’t have been that way.”

“It’s okay,” Jungkook replies, flashing you a tiny smile that disappears soon after. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“I shouldn’t have made you leave. That was heedless and inconsiderate of me,” you admit, biting your lip in guilt. “You opened up to me and I didn’t know what to do. There was a lot in my mind, and I just needed some space for a moment – I'm sorry, truly.” You avert your gaze to the carpet. “I honestly didn’t prepare what to say, I just – I left work because I needed to talk to you.”

“Why do you sacrifice so much for me?”

He insinuates more than leaving work in the middle of your shift.

A string tugs at your heart. Jungkook was honest with you, it’s time to be honest with him too – and maybe to yourself as well. It’s time to acknowledge the feelings you hold for him in a hidden little niche of your heart.

It’s difficult to bare that part of you when you’re so used to hiding it.

“Because I love you.”

You said it. And you mean it. Wholeheartedly so.

You can’t foreshadow his response and what will happen, but you’re glad you said it. The relief that courses through you was worth it.

Jungkook’s stare is intense. You don’t know if it’s the intensity of his stare or what you’ve just confessed, but every single bone inside of you feels ignited. You’re burning from the inside with sheer anxiety darting through you, while Jungkook remains silent.

Your words hang in the air, so simple and yet so daunting.

Jungkook’s pierced eyebrow twitches. He opens his mouth but not a single sound passes his lips.

You don’t blame him. Three days ago you shooed him away after he told you the exact same thing. In retrospect, you deeply regret that decision. But at that moment, you were overwhelmed and needed to be alone. Sort your thoughts. And then talk to him again.

You shift in your seat. “Jungkook.” It’s a soft murmur of his name, a trace of pity and urge creeping in your voice.

The spark leaves Jungkook’s eyes and he casts his gaze away. “It doesn’t change that you made me leave. You still don’t want anything to do with me. Right?”

You shake your head vehemently. But he is still not looking at you, so you say, “That’s not true.” You sit closer to him, fingers curling against the fabric of his sweater on his elbow. “That night was overwhelming for me. I made a mistake when I told you to leave, but I didn’t know what else to do.” Doe eyes lock with yours. You realise how much you missed his glimmering eyes that hold the night sky within them. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want you back in my life, Jungkook.” His sweater crumples into a tiny ball in your palm. “I missed you.”

His answer is immediate. “I missed you too.”

Your chest feels light. A giddy warmth encloses you like a blanket.

“I’m sorry. For the way I acted,” you say.

“It’s okay. You’ve already apologised.” He looks down at your hand grasping his sweater. You should let go, but even the smallest hint of physical touch feels reassuring.

“I know but I just – I just think we’re equally as responsible for how things have turned out.”

Jungkook nods. “Yeah, definitely.” With a sigh he leans back. His tatted fingers vanish in his dark hair as he cascades through them.

“I really wanna try this. I want to be with you.”

He unclasps your fingers from his sweater and holds your hand. It’s an innocent, small gesture and still, your skin buzzes with delight.

“Y/n.” The way he whispers your name, tender and careful, as if not to break you. “Don’t you realise how much more you deserve?”

Your brows furrow. “But...” You squeeze his hand. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” His thumb strokes the back of your hand.

“I promised myself to get over you after we graduated high school,” you tell. “But that clearly never happened.” Looking at both your hands you feel silly for ever thinking you could suppress your feelings for Jungkook.

“High school?” he inquires.

You feel small beneath his sharp gaze. “Well, yeah.” You shrug. “You’re like. Really pretty.” Heat crawls up into your cheek. “And we hung out like 24/7. It was not that hard to fall for you.”

“I mean, same.” The corner of Jungkook’s mouth tilts upwards.

Your lips form a tiny ‘o’. He has feelings for you since high school? It doesn’t make sense. “But you never shut up about how we’re such good friends,” you accuse him. All these years. And you didn’t know.

“Oh, yeah. That was...” He trails off.

“That was what?” You level him with a raised brow.

You see the struggle in Jungkook’s eyes. You don’t want to push him, but there are no more lies between you, no more secrets and untruths. You want only total honesty from now on.

“I thought I wasn’t good enough. That you deserved more.”

You shake your head in denial. “Why would you ever think that?” The years you spent with him as a teenager are full of happy memories. There were no big fights, and you don’t think you ever said or did something that made him feel that way. He’s been your best friend for so long. You love him just the way he is. “Did I ever make you feel like that?”

“Your father once told me not to try to pursue anything more than friends with you,” he explains hesitantly. “That’s why I’ve always talked about being such good friends.”

“He said what.” You’re stunned. What was your dad thinking?

Jungkook pulls your hands to his lap. “He only meant the best for you at the time.” He remains calm but little bubbles of anger prick at your skin.

“I don’t care what he was thinking.” You scowl, lips drawn into an angry pout. “So you’re telling me that if my dad hadn’t said anything, we would’ve-”

“Don’t get mad now,” he interrupts, an amused smile playing at his lips as he tucks an errant strand of hair behind you ear. “Your dad didn’t have any ill intend. I know we could’ve saved us a lot of time and misunderstandings but looks at us. Years later and we’re still in love. It doesn’t matter if in high school or now. It’s the same love. Just - “Jungkook flashes you a cute smile. “I think the only thing that has changed is that I love you even more.”

You bite down your lip. This. This is all you’ve ever wanted.

“Being apart from you was terrible,” you say, scooting closer to him. “I spent so much time thinking about you, you know that?”

He chuckles. “I think I do. You never leave my mind, y/n.” His hand around yours feels strong, protective.

“Never?” You ask tentatively. Looking at him through your lashes.

“No,” he confirms, a subtle, gentle shake of his head. “Never.”

You’re not even that close to him, but your entire body prickles at the proximity of Jungkook. The weeks without him have made you forget how it feels when you’re with him and now your body reacts to it like anticipating the last book of a fantasy series.

You need him closer than this. And it’s almost as if Jungkook can hear your thoughts, because he lets go of your hand and instead pulls you by your waist into his side. His hand lingers at your waist. And you might just feel like your skin is on fire.

“I like this better.” Jungkook’s voice is low, and so so close, it sends shivers down your spine.

“Me too,” you mumble. You have your chin propped up against his arm, looking at him with a small smile. You grow shy beneath his gaze, and you don’t even know why. “I’ve always wanted this.” You clasp your hands around his arm.

“Good,” Jungkook agrees, voice an octave deeper. Oh. More goose bumps. “Because I’ve always dreamt of this too.”

His other hand comes up to your face. He cups your cheek so delicately, the warmth of his palm is a soothing distraction from your racing heart.

Jungkook’s eyes dart between your eyes and lips, a question floating in the air that he is too afraid to ask.

“Jungkook.” It’s a plea, a request a yes, please kiss me and make me forget the world for just a moment.

Jungkook bends down. Your heart thumps against your chest and when you feel the softest hint of his mouth against yours, it stops beating.

The kiss is brief, gentle. A mere brush of your lips. Your eyes flutter open when Jungkook pulls back again, just the tiniest bit. He gives your waist a squeeze. His lips left a glimmer of tingles on your lips, and you ache for more.

“I spent so long waiting for this moment I was worried fate might never let me have you,” he whispers against your lips.

“You have me, Jungkook.” It leaves your mouth like a promise. “I’m here.”

Your hands loop around his neck and you surge forward, pulling Jungkook into another kiss. He moves his lips against yours in a practiced manner, as though you did that every single day of your lives. Like he is the missing piece of your heart to make you whole again.

Jungkook tugs you closer to him. You raise to your knees and throw a leg over Jungkook’s thigh. He follows your movements with his mouth, the softness in the beginning switching into a frantic, messy kiss.

You sit on his thigh, hands diving into his fluffy hair. You pull at some strands when he bites down your lip, moan into his mouth when he pushes you closer at your lower back and you graze over his thigh. With every sweep of his lips, another broken bone of your body mends.

You never want this moment to end.

You didn’t know you needed this so desperately, but now that you’re in Jungkook’s embrace you never want to let him go. Just you two, forever.

But then a sudden cry blares through the apartment.

Jungkook draws back. His forehead is against yours.

You two need a second to come back to the real world. The afterglow clouds your rational thoughts like the night setting after a beautiful summer day.

Your breathing is laboured, so is Jungkook’s. Your hands slide down to his neck and down to his shoulders.

“Nabi woke up from her nap.” His nose scrunches at Nabi’s wailing. He plants a tiny smooch on your lips, lingering close for a chaste moment before he gets you off his thigh.

You think about waiting until he returns with Nabi, but you can’t wait to see her tiny, bubbly form after so long.

Before Jungkook leaves the room, you scramble to your feet and reach for his hand. “I missed her,” you whine and Jungkook leads you to the nursery with a promising squeeze of his hand.

When you follow Jungkook into Nabi’s room, you take tentative steps towards her crib. Nabi is curled up in her little blankets, her round doe eyes shimmering with tears. Instinctually, you coo at her sight. Your heart softens.

“Wanna hold her?” Jungkook asks. His eyes never left you since you entered the room.

You nod – way too animatedly – and you think you see a smile spreading across Jungkook’s face out of the corner of your eye.

Ever so gently, you swoop Nabi into your embrace. Her little sobs ring throughout the room and nip straight at your heart. “My baby,” you murmur. You rock her in your arms. “I missed you so, so much.” She is wearing her baby bear romper, the material a fuzzy brown with two little bear ears attached to the hood.

Nabi is a small, fluffy bear and you’ve missed this tiny human so enormously.

Her doe eyes – an exact replication of her dad’s – stare up at you. The cries subside into whimpers, her puffy lips trembling.

“Nabi.” Her name bubbles past your lips in a whisper. You brush your knuckle against her doughy cheek. “Do you remember me?” She blinks through her thin, wet eye lashes. Having her in your arms unfolds a gloomy feeling in your chest. Yes, you are happy to see her again, but how were you able to spend more than two weeks without her?

“Are you crying?” Jungkook suddenly asks, stepping forward.

It’s only then you discern the tears pricking your eyes. “No,” you deny, sniffing a little.

A soft chuckle springs from his chest. Jungkook stands behind you, nuzzling his head to the side of your face. His burly arms envelop your waist. “Don’t cry,” he mutters. He faintly nudges your cheek with his nose. “You’ll never be separated from her again.”

“I wouldn’t survive that.” Your lower lip juts out as you’re in awe with Nabi’s cuteness. She has your heart.

“She wouldn’t either,” Jungkook retorts. His hushed timbre so close to your ear is drawing you back to him. You slowly rest your head against his chest. His voice. You could listen to him talk for hours with no end. “Nabi wouldn’t settle for sleep if she didn’t have some of your clothes in her bed.”

With a quick tilt of your head, you glance up at him. And then your eyes travel to Nabi’s crib. You see something in a lavender colour peeking from underneath Nabi’s blanket. A top you must have left here.

You thought you had successfully managed to restrain your tears, but here you are again, with new tears stinging your eyes.

“You can't just say that.” Dolour cloaks your voice. “It’s gonna make me cry.”

“Sweetheart.” He pecks the crown of your head. “It’s okay now.” There’s a hint of amusement swirling in his tone. But his touches on your body are soft, soothing.

Nabi has gone completely silent in your grasp. You boop her nose. A smile unfurls on your face. So little. A broad smile blossoms on Nabi as a reaction, pudgy cheeks scrunching her twinkling eyes. The absolute sweetest giggle sparks from her. Your heart clenches at the sound.

But then your eyes spot her reddened gums and the faint white outlines of her teeth.

You gasp. “She is growing teeth already?” With a swift whirl of your head, you stare at Jungkook, eyes wide.

“Yeah, and she’s been really fussy about it.”

“Oh my God,” you utter, looking at the little baby in your arms who’s growing up too fast. A subliminal melancholy sets in your tummy. “She was just a tiny baby and now she has teeth?” You ask, appalled.

“Not yet,” Jungkook says. “But it doesn’t matter how fast she grows – she will be my little baby forever.” Nabi’s eyes are drawn to Jungkook as he speaks. “Isn’t that right? Hm?” He leans over your shoulder, squishing her doughy cheek with his fingers. Nabi squeals, another smile displayed on her mouth.

You give Jungkook a kiss on his cheek. His eyes are sparkling just like Nabi’s. Jungkook turns his face to you. “And you,” – his lips brush over the corner of your mouth – “You will be my baby forever too.”

You laugh against his mouth.

“What.” He raises his brows, a pleased expression on his face.

“You’re silly.”

“No, I’m not.” He pulls you closer to him. Your back is flush against his lean body.

“I’m just saying the truth.”

“Oh, yeah?” Playfulness flashes in your eyes.

He gives you a firm nod. “Yeah.” Jungkook gently strokes your hair over your shoulder. Your skin tingles when his digits unintendedly skim over your neck.

“Tell me another then.”

“I love you.” He didn’t let a second pass before answering. “I’m so incredibly in love with you.”

Your heart flutters in your chest. “I love you.”

His loving eyes bore into your soul. No one has ever looked at you the way Jungkook does. Like you are beautiful, a work of art.

A deep warmth of domesticity floats in the air. It’s a vast contrast to how you have been feeling in the past days.

You share a sweet kiss with him, but it gets quickly disrupted by demanding babbling from beneath you.

"Yes, I love you too, missy,” Jungkook says, brushing her thin hair from her forehead. Her brows are deeply furrowed. He gives her a kiss there. Nabi’s trembling pout changes into a beam. “Always needy of attention, huh?”

“Just like her daddy,” you tease, grinning at Jungkook, before you leave the nursery with Nabi.

Jungkook catches your waist in the hallway. “You’re right,” he admits, a smirk curving his lips. He pulls you into his side as he walks you to the kitchen. “That’s why I don’t wanna spent any second of my life apart from you anymore.” Jungkook pecks your forehead.

A shy smile sets on your mouth. You sir down at the dining table and watch Jungkook opening a cupboard with Nabi’s food.

Nabi has found interest in playing with your hair, occasionally tugging at it.

“Not a single second?” you ask mindlessly, eyes focused on Nabi.

“I’m being serious.” He pops open a jar. “Y’know what.” Jungkook turns around to you. “You should move in with me.”

Your head snaps to him.

You search for a hint that tells you that he doesn’t actually mean it, but Jungkook doesn’t budge.

“I mean it,” he confirms.

“I can’t just move out of my apartment like that,” you reason.

Jungkook shrugs. “Just stay with me.”

It sounds so simple from his lips. And maybe it is. Seulgi has already taught you today the simplicity of just acting without overthinking too much beforehand.

“That way Minjun can’t bother you anymore.” Something flashes in Jungkook’s eyes. “Next time I see him I’m gonna break his neck.”

You ponder for a second. “I mean, I spent most of my time here anyway,” you say. “But lets not rush anything.” You don’t want this to be ruined before it has even properly started.

“Of course, baby.” He turns to the counter again. “Only if you want.”

You watch from behind as he prepares Nabi’s food. The contours of his shoulder muscles flexing with his movements conjure butterflies in your tummy. Hm. Maybe you should consider moving in if this is what you’ll get to see every day.

“Waking up next to you for the rest of my life sounds like a dream, honestly,” Jungkook flirts. You don’t have to see him to know he’s grinning annoyingly.

You’re glad he doesn’t see the way your teeth involuntarily sink into your bottom lip at his teasing voice.

“Your daddy can be insufferable sometimes,” you whisper conspiratorially, looking down at Nabi. She babbles something in return. You giggle and Nabi squeals in delight.

“What are my girls talking about?” Jungkook asks.

“None of your concern.”

You hear him huff. Suddenly, you remember that you left work during your shift. And that you promised Jimin to be back as soon as possible.

“Jungkook,” you gasp. He immediately turns to you. “I have to go back to work. Jimin is covering for me, but I've left him for way too long. I-”

“It’s okay, I’ll drive you back.” Jungkook’s calm voice works like a miracle cure for your panic. “I’ll just feed Nabi real quick and then we can leave.”

“You don’t have to. I can walk back.”

“I want to,” Jungkook says. “Besides, we can eat our cookies again. It’s been so long since I’ve eaten one.”

“I haven’t eaten one in so long as well.” The last time was together with Jungkook.

Jungkook blinks perplexed. “How have you survived until now?” He closes the distance between you, the back of his hand against your forehead. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You roll your eyes and swat his arm. “I’m perfectly fine.”

“Why are you on a cookie diet?”

“Reminded me too much of you,” you mumble.

“Baby,” Jungkook coos. His knuckles trace the skin of your cheek. “I’m sorry. I’ll buy you as many as you want.”

You grin mischievously. “For the rest of my life?”

“Of course.”

“Daaa,” Nabi gurgles.

“Yes, I’ll buy you as many cookies you want too, once you grow your teeth.”

“That’s gonna be so soon.” You pout.

“We’ll always have time to make a second b-”

“Jungkook hurry.” You push him away. “Poor Jimin is covering for me, and Nabi is gonna starve.”

“Okay, okay,” he replies, though he doesn’t go back until he traps your mouth in a tender kiss. It’s a short kiss, but it messes with every coherent thought in your brain.

You wait for Jungkook to bring Nabi’s warm food. He opens the cutlery drawer and fishes out her tiny, pink spoon.

You smile when you think about the phone call you’re gonna have with Seulgi later. The next time you call it better be to tell me that Jungkook is your boyfie.

The ambiance is cosy – Nabi snuggled up in your arms, Jungkook sending cute smiles your way as he gets her food ready – a feeling of utter contentment that has your whole body at peace.

It’s been a long way to get here, but you finally feel at home.

#jeon jungkook #dilf jungkook #jungkook #jungkook angst #jungkook f2l #jungkook fic #jungkook imagines #bts angst #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts scenarios

[joshsjipple]

Better Than Words

DANNY WAGNGER X FEMALE READER

A/N: Long overdue for some Danny love. I’ve been waiting for the right idea to come to mind to write about him, so I hope this does some justice.

Word Count: 3.3k

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. graphic sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), praise kink, degradation, humiliation kink, slapping kink, semi public sex, oral sex (m rec), slight fingering, breeding kink, slight choking kink, cum play, dom (m) sub (f), p in v, rough sex. I think that’s it!

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You can’t imagine a better way to spend your day off. Perched on the couch with your favorite book, you sprawl your legs out across the couch. You’ve been looking forward to this moment since Monday, daydreaming about this incredible book your boyfriend–Danny–had bought you for your birthday a few weeks prior. You nurse on a glass of red wine here and there but never let it sway your attention too far from the book, just sipping enough to savor the taste.

You read through the whole afternoon, only stopping to go to the bathroom and make lunch. You have your ankles crossed and your nose in the book when you hear the keys jiggle in the lock. Within seconds, the door opens, briefly stealing your attention.

Danny gives you a warm smile that is quickly replaced by an apologetic frown once he notices he’s interrupted your reading. You grin at him as he maneuvers through the kitchen, emptying his pockets onto the kitchen island like he does every day.

“Hey, you. You’re home early,” you say, returning to your book again.

“Yeah, I texted you an hour ago. Josh and Jake got into a small fight so we called it a day early,” he explains. You hear him rustling through the fridge, pulling out a canned beverage. He cracks it open and you listen to him gulp a few swallows down.

“Daniel,” you whine, eyes fixated on him once more.

He sets his can down and raises his hands in defense. “Sorry, baby. I’ll get out of your hair,”

You watch him strut past you and down the hallway. He disappears into the bedroom first, exiting it with a towel. Then, as promised, he vanishes into the bathroom and leaves you alone. You take another sip of your wine and soak in the sound of water running faintly in the background. It adds to your vision and you cuddle back into your seat.

Thirty minutes later, the water shuts off. Knowing he never covers up after he showers, you tilt your head to the left to get a glimpse of him. He sways from side to side, radiating confidence and strawberry scented shampoo. He sees you out of his peripheral vision and yells, “How’s your book, babe?”

“Great,” you chuckle, watching him leave your line of vision as you bring your wine back to your lips. 

For some reason, your mind won’t focus on the book anymore. You’re almost halfway through, and currently in a very chaotic battle between the main character and the enemy, but all you can think about is Danny’s bare ass that’s pacing around your room right now.

After dressing himself, he quietly roams the kitchen once more. He tugs a few grapes into his mouth, barely making any noise. You want to watch him. You wonder what his hair looks like, what shirt he’s wearing, if he’s wearing sweatpants or shorts. Biting your lip, you take a peak.

You stare for a second too long and his eyes flick to yours, victory glossing over them. “See something you like?” he winks.

“Yeah, actually. Toss me a few grapes, will you?” you smirk. He only rolls his eyes and makes his way over to you. You grab a few pieces of fruit from his large bowl, eyes dancing over his tan face. “Just sit down, yeah? We can share.”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” you nod, tucking your legs to your chest and patting the seat beside you. “Just keep quiet,”

“Whatever you want,” he falls back against the cushion. 

Danny scoots closer to you, grabbing both of your legs and tossing them over his lap. He pats them a few times before setting the bowl on them. He grabs the remote and when you give him a nod, he turns to a channel.

The two of you sit in silence, although he seems to actually be into the movie vs. you having no interest in your book anymore. You scan over his side profile, admiring his long dark eyelashes and his beautifully sculpted nose. His lips are wet from the juice of the grapes and you imagine what they would taste like right now if you sucked one into your mouth.

You’re suddenly aware of his hands on your thighs, stroking small circles into your flesh. You’re wearing your comfiest set of PJs, which also happen to be the skimpiest. The short’s material barely covers your ass when you walk and right now, it’s riding up your thighs, giving Danny more area to work with. His fingers dig deeper into your skin and you can’t help but let out a small whine in pleasure. Danny’s eyes stay focused on the TV. Defeated, you set your book down on the table beside you. 

“What are you doing? I thought you wanted to read?” he asks, his tone mocking.

“I’m taking a break,” you roll your eyes, grabbing another grape.

“Fine, but don’t brother me,” he quips, throwing your words from earlier back at your face.

You groan and scoot closer to him, chaining your arms together. “I’m sorry, love.” you kiss his bicep, letting your lips linger longer than necessary. “Let me make it up to you?”

His breathing hitches as you tug at the skin of his neck, yet his eyes never leave the screen. You lick the spot under his ear and his eyes flutter shut briefly. You remove the bowl from his lap, replacing it with your soaked core. Straddling him now, you throw your arms around his neck. He sighs and gives you a look that makes you throb.

“Whatcha doin up there?” he asks, planting his hands on your waist.

“You, hopefully.” you smirk, pulling him into a kiss. 

His hands drift from your waist to your ass as you slip your tongue into his mouth. He tastes like summer and grapes, making you drag your tongue farther into his mouth. He moans into you, grabbing your ass cheeks with both of his large hands. He pushes the material up, playing with the flesh like putty in his hands. Your hands tangle in his dark locks, tugging and gripping on it just how he likes. His hands drag your body into his waist and you lose all your dignity as you feel him grow against your center.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he whimpers, grinding you back into his erection. 

You smile as you trail kisses along his neck, nipping at the flesh, sucking the skin into your mouth. He pulls the fabric of your shorts farther up, giving him more area to work with. Shivers shoot down your spine as his finger drags over your clothed entrance. 

“Oh, god…” You whine pathetically as if you haven’t gotten laid for months when in reality, it was yesterday. 

“You’re so wet, honey. What were you reading over there?” he sneers, kissing your neck. 

“I wasn’t reading,” you cry, jaw falling slack.

His hand crashes against your ass, making you jump and grind farther into him. The sting makes you moan, another wave of vibrations coursing through your body.

“So we’re lying now, hm? You were so mean to me earlier because you wanted to read and when I let you, you stopped. Why is that?” He continues sucking on your skin. With his hot mouth on your skin, you’re unable to form a thought quick enough to satisfy him. With another crack of his hand, you yelp and throw your head into the corner of his neck. “Not gonna talk now?”

“Again,” you whine. You should feel pathetic for asking him to slap you again, but you’re so turned on right now you don’t care.

Crack!

“Yeah? You like that?” he whispers into your ear, making goosebumps line your skin. His hands return to your slit, gathering your wetness on his fingers. He pulls them out and uses his other hand to make you sit up. Bringing his hand between both of your faces, your eyes gaze at the soaked digits. Your slick shimmers in the summer light, making you bite your lip. “You see how wet you are, honey?”

You nod, opening your mouth and he slips the two fingers into your mouth. You suck on them, eyes glued to his. He groans as you swirl your tongue across the tips of them, licking up every drop of your own arousal while you drip onto his lap.

“Wanna suck something else?” he asks, and when you nod, he smirks. “Fuck, yeah. Right here. On your knees.”

You obey him, sliding off his lap and sinking to your knees. You welcome the shiver that the hardwood floor below brings. Danny stands and shuffles to the large window covered by white blinds the two of you had picked out when you first moved in. He pulls the string, allowing them to fall open. The sun rays shoot into the living room, blinding you for a second.

“Danny–” you start but he quickly interrupts you.

“Nope. You wanted to be a brat so now you can let everyone see you get treated like one. And you’re gonna take it all, right? No complaints?”

You nod your head, hands tugging at his sweatpants. You tug them down, his hard cock surprising you. “No underwear?” you ask. “It’s almost like this was your plan all along,”

He smirks before grabbing a fistful of hair. “Shut up and suck it.” he demands, voice dripping with sex.

Removing his hands, he lets you take the lead. You lean in and kiss the tip before dragging your tongue around the slit to gather his arousal. Then, you wrap your lips around him, moaning loudly. The vibrations make him twitch and screw his eyes shut. Placing either hands on his thighs, you take him down your throat. You focus on your breathing as he reaches the hilt, a loud whimper rewarding you for your work. 

“Oh, god. That’s my good girl,” he praises, massaging your scalp.

Your throat burns as you start to bob on him, swallowing every inch you’re physically able to. Danny has never been a head pusher, which you admire greatly because it would probably destroy your throat entirely. He lets you set your own pace, allowing you to take as much time as needed. He has no worries on finishing, the two of you becoming so familiar with each other’s bodies that it’s never an issue. 

You gag around his length, tears welling at the corner of your eyes. You watch Danny toss his head back and his mouth make an ‘o’ shape. You swirl your tongue over him, tracing his veins as he holds your hair into a ponytail. 

“You look so good with my cock in your mouth, honey. I wonder if the neighbors think so too,” he pants, making you squeeze your thighs together. “Yeah? You like that idea, don’t you? Do you like the thought of people seeing you gagging on my dick?”

You can’t help the wail that leaves your chest. You repeatedly shove him down your throat, making him twitch and wither in your mouth. He hisses and you watch his jaw clench, tugging you away from his hard cock. His hands grip under your arms and he lifts you to your feet.

“Can’t wait any longer. Gonna fuck this pretty pussy,” he grabs the back of your neck and turns you towards the window. “Gonna bend over and stick your head out? Wave to all the neighbors as you soak my cock?” You moan in reply. “Yeah, right. You’re mine. They don’t get a show.” 

He removes his hand from your neck and places it on your lower abdomen instead. He guides you backwards until your back is flat against the wall. He rids your shorts and panties quickly, tossing them behind his head with no care for where they end up. His fingertips immediately drag through your folds, causing you to latch onto his upper arms.

“So wet and pretty,” he coos in your ear, slipping his middle finger inside of you. 

“Danny. Please fuck me,”

His finger pumps into you steadily for a few more seconds before he pulls away. “Fine. Put your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist. Remember you asked for it,” 

You yelp as he rips his own shirt off, his hands then moving to grip the back of your thighs. They dig into your skin, hard enough to leave a mark. You cry as he lifts you off the ground. As told, you wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. You’re already clawing at his warm skin, making him shiver as he slides the tip of himself through your folds. With one hand under your ass to keep you in place, he thrusts into you. 

You’re shoved back into the wall with a thud, your head smacking the surface. You wince, but Danny keeps going. He barely gives you any time to adjust which is just how you like it. Something about the way you can feel him stretching you just drives you absolutely insane. 

“You’re. So. Tight. Princess.” he says, each word escaping with the rhythm of his thrusts. 

Your nails dig into the skin of his back, having no regard for the scratches you’re leaving. He whines at the feeling. Moving a hand to your breast, he squeezes and tugs on your hardened nipple. He lowers his head just enough to pull the flesh into his mouth, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. His tongue swirls and sucks on it, biting with his teeth until you squeeze around his shaft that’s buried deep inside you.

You’re close, and the desire to finish causes you to remove a hand from Danny’s back to rub circles into your clit. You work at a fast pace into the swollen bead until a hand catches it, bringing the motion to a halt. You’re wailing, hips bucking in to meet Danny’s thrusts.

“Move your hand,” he growls, lacing your fingers together and pressing it above your head. 

“Daniel,” you warn.

“Your pussy is heaven, darling. I’ve never seen anything as pretty,” he cries, sucking on your neck. “She’s squeezing me so tight. Are you gonna come? Gonna make a mess on my cock and show me how much you love me?”

His words combined with his violent thrusts send you over the edge. Your back arches away from the wall, legs loosening around Danny’s waist as your mind goes blank. Not wanting you to fall, Danny lets your hand go and places both hands on your thighs to support you. Even after you’ve come down from your high, his pace doesn’t slow. 

“Oh my god…” you say.

“I know. Just take it, yeah? Be my good slut and fucking take it. Take my cock that’s all soaked from your cunt. Give me another one,”

Hair clings to your forehead, glued in place from the sweat beads drizzling down your face. Your breasts bounce with every assault of Danny’s hips. The sensitive skin rubs against his toned chest, adding to your overstimulation. Your clit feels as if it might explode as he places his thumb on the bundle of nerves. You’re scrambling away from the feeling but his grip only tightens.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? You wanted to play dirty, so we’re playing dirty. Now shut up and let me cum,”

You smirk at his words, pulling away from the crook of his neck you were hiding in. “You couldn’t cum if I didn’t make noise,”

“Is that a bet?”

Shit. “Yep,”

“Alright,” he shrugs, and moves away from the wall, you in his arms. Tossing you to the couch, he buries your face in the corner. “Don’t make a sound.”

You struggle to breath when he pushes himself back into you, hands gripping your waist as you meet his thrusts. A growl of pleasure rips through Danny’s chest, the sound making you bite back a moan of your own. He removes a hand from your waist and you wonder what he’s doing. You find out seconds later when a sharp painful sting falls across your ass. You bite into the cushion, trying not to make a sound. He does it again before squeezing the red area with his hands.

“You like that,” he moans, hands digging into the skin of your ass. “My good good girl likes it rough, huh? I’m fucking soaked, god. You’re so hot. ‘M gonna cum. Right in this pretty pussy. Gonna give it to you, yeah? Fill you up with my cum like you’re nothing but a pretty fuck-toy.”

Tears stream down your face as you try not to speak. When his hand snakes around your waist and begins rubbing your clit again, you can’t hold back. You squeal at the feeling of him attacking your overly-sensitive clit. He laughs from above you in victory, biting into the skin on your shoulder. His hips buck into you, your body doing it’s best to take all of it. 

“Cum for me,” he begs. “Please, I need it so bad. One more. Go on, soak it.”

As if your body is wired to his mind, you climax again. Danny’s praising you again but it all sounds like mumbles to you from your position. Seconds after you finish, he does too. You feel him release himself into you, his warm ropes of cum decorating your insides like frosting on a cake. The warmness spreads through your body as you come down again. Danny uses you until he’s finished, deep and rough moans of pleasure ripping through his chest. Eventually, his movements falter to a stop. 

He slips out of you, a string of cum connecting the two of you. He whines at the view before tearing it down with his fingers. You lay still until his hands flip you onto your back. You spread your legs as you feel him begin to drip out of you. He looks like a Greek god perched above you, the light accentuating his features. The muscles on his arms are outlined, along with his stomach muscles. His eyes are glued to your cunt that is overflowing with his cum. 

He notices you watching him and bites his lip. “Look at this,” he leans over you and pulls your neck so you’re craned to look at yourself. “Fucking perfect,”

“Danny,” you heave.

“Yeah? You like how my cum looks running down your legs, sweet thing?” he asks, thumb tracing across your cheek.

“Fuck, I love it.” you admit. 

“I’m gonna get you pregnant one of these days,” he runs his fingers through his hair before falling onto your chest.

“Danny, I’m on birth control,” you can’t help but giggle. 

“We need to get you off it asap,” he says.

“What? You want a baby?” you’re stunned.

“I want everything with you. Besides, you’d be so hot pregnant. And your boobs would be massive,” he kisses your stomach.

You swat at his head with a chuckle. “You’re such a boy,”

“I’m just saying! That does happen, you know. They get all round and full with milk,” he stares up at you, tongue dragging over your nipple. 

“Danny,” you whine. “Save this energy for later. I’m exhausted,”

“Yeah me too,” he agrees. “How about a bath? You can tell me about that book you’re reading,”

“Sounds good. But I don’t remember anything after you got out of the shower,” you admit.

“What can I say?” he shrugs. “Who would want to read when I’m here?”

You smile. “Now that I can agree with.”

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#greta van fleet #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #josh kiszka smut #sam kiszka #greta van fleet smut #josh gvf #josh kiszka fic #sam kiszka gvf #danny gvf #danny wagner #danny wagner smut

[momomoring]

since we both love jichaeng another jichaeng ask for you pooks

kinda mean dom!jihyo with switch!chae and sub f!reader..

her being maybe all nice to reader sometimes but ordering chae around...

silly!

OH MY GOD this is so akjjashjahkhs mean dom!jihyo is everythinggg. also i am so sorry this took so long, school started and immediately overwhelmed me so i couldn’t write as much as i wanted to BUT here it is, i rly rly hope you like it (it’s not suuuper well-proofread so my b if there’s any mistakes loll)

take me past the edge

wc: ~5.8k

cw: mean dom!jihyo x switch!chae x sub f!reader, SMUT, pre-negotiated kink, dacryphilia, degradation, praise kink, hair pulling, light bondage (hands/wrists), oral sex, strap on sex, spanking, implied/referenced exhibitionism, edging

a/n: title from The Summoning by Sleep Token cause babymaking metal music eats (sometimes literally)

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if you ever thought planning time for sex after a dance practice was a bad idea, this is your confirmation. it was such a bad idea, and you’re paying for it now, no matter how much you love it.

“jihyo’s gonna punish you so hard later if you keep doing that,” you murmur to chaeyoung at one point and you can feel her smile on your shoulder, but makes no motion of moving anywhere.

chaeyoung chuckles, leaning closer to press a kiss to the side of your neck before whispering against your skin, “i know.”

you hum, “you’re in a subby mood today?”

she nods. “Is that okay?”

“more than,” you murmur gently, pressing back into her slightly as you add, “that’s why we have her, isn’t it?”

chaeyoung laughs again. you smile and turn your gaze to jihyo. sure enough, you lock eyes with her and lean back into chaeyoung, whose fingers drift further under your crop top.

the muscle in jihyo’s jaw works as she grits her teeth. there are people everywhere; people who don’t know to leave their questions unasked and turn a blind eye.

if jihyo were being honest, she can’t deny how the extra level of risk makes it more exciting in a way. she knows it’s wrong, how much she almost wants chaeyoung to go further, but she can't stop watching the way chaeyoung touches you, her neediness plain to see to anyone who knows it.

maybe it’s the way you lock eyes with her, and how she can read the desire there, your neck tense and your hand shifting down to grip chaeyoung’s wrist tightly.

maybe it’s the way chaeyoung tucks her chin on your shoulder and smirks at jihyo, like she knows exactly what jihyo is thinking and feeling.

if jihyo wasn't so affected, this wouldn’t be happening. she’d be able to control chaeyoung’s hands, keep them at her sides, keep that godforsaken neediness away from practice.

what doesn’t help is chaeyoung’s smile everytime she looks at jihyo, the way it’s so painfully clear that she's enjoying this, pushing jihyo’s buttons; holding and touching you when jihyo is too focused on trying to maintain everyone's image.

jihyo would be lying if she said a big part of her growing irritation was the arousal pooling low in her stomach. she’d be lying if she said wasn’t excited by chaeyoung’s neediness, the way it means she’s in the mood to be risky, to let jihyo have control after practice. jihyo would be lying if she said watching chaeyoung’s hands wander all over you wasn’t giving her ideas and thoughts she shouldn’t be having.

chaeyoung grows steadily bolder as practice goes on, the line of plausible deniability long gone with the way she sits next to you, a hand on your abs, whispering in your ear.

it’s too much because chaeyoung isn’t usually one for dirty talk–not until she’s been fucked to delerium. and yet, here she is telling you exactly what she wants to do with you when you get back home.

if you weren’t currently in a staring match with jihyo and fully aware of how chaeyoung’s actions are for jihyo’s sake as much as yours, you might have been inclined to think she was in the mood for topping. but it’s the fact that chaeyoung asks you if jihyo’s watching as she tucks her head closer. how she presses closer, asking if jihyo looks mad.

it’s a dynamic you’re familiar with, one that sits in your stomach, as anticipation heightens the way chaeyoung’s hands touch you.

practice finally ends, and that makes it worse in a way, what with the way chaeyoung is now on her best behavior as you all thank the assistants and stylists and choreographers and whoever else.

it’s worse because you, jihyo, and chaeyoung all sit in the backseat, the tension taught and electric in the air between you. jihyo’s leg presses against yours and it feels teasing, taunting.

it’s worse as jihyo walks in first, you and chaeyoung trailing behind her. you can feel the wetness growing between your legs already, thoughts of what’s to come running wild in your mind when you enter her bedroom.

“sit,” jihyo murmurs, dangerously quiet as she motions towards her bed. you and chaeyoung do what you’re told, sitting on the edge and watching jihyo as she sets her duffel bag down and moves around her room.

“chaeyoung-ah,” jihyo says, her voice coming from behind you both. “what were you thinking, touching y/n like that? putting your hands all over her where everyone can see?”

she doesn’t leave room for chaeyoung to answer, continuing, “do you like that? touching her like that while everyone watches? is that appealing to you?”

chaeyoung nods slowly. and jihyo scoffs, “use your words.”

“yes, i like it,” chaeyoung says, her voice just barely shaking. you feel the corner of your mouth tug upwards at the admission.

the bed dips behind you with jihyo’s weight. she moves closer to you both, until she’s kneeling behind you. you feel a hand come up and trace along the back of your shoulder to the back of your neck and down your spine.

“why can’t you be more like y/n, chaeyoung-ah?” jihyo murmurs, almost to herself. “not making a scene, not being too touchy, not being too needy. she’s so professional, why can’t you just do that?”

the hand on your back disappears and a moment later, chaeyoung gasps. out of the corner of your eye, you see jihyo slowly pull her head back until her throat is on full display, every line and curve visible in your periphery.

jihyo hums and brings her other hand up to trace the curved column of chaeyoung’s neck. “do you like giving me a hard time? do you like making my job difficult?”

“maybe it’s your own fault for letting me make your job difficult,” chaeyoung says, her voice low and strained.

jihyo chuckles darkly and tightens her hold on chaeyoung’s hair. “such a brat.”

jihyo leans in to mouth chaeyoung’s throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses up to her jaw, nosing at it momentarily as she murmurs quietly, “color?”

“green,” chaeyoung breathes out and jihyo hums, nipping at the warm skin of chaeyoung’s neck.

you squeeze your thighs together as jihyo pulls back from chaeyoung. “look at me, y/n,” she says.

you turn your head to look at her, the way she’s holding chaeyoung’s hair tightly at the root, near her scalp, baring her throat.

“your color?” jihyo asks gently, her eyes dark.

“green,” you say and jihyo smiles at you. the look on her face contrasts the way she handles chaeyoung and it’s dizzying.

there’s a careful undertone, the way she lets go of chaeyoung and moves to you, reaching over to manhandle you further to the middle of the bed.

“i’m sorry chaeyoung-ah wasn’t being good to you, y/n. you deserve so much more than that,” jihyo says as she lays you on your back before leaning over you, holding herself up with a hand next to your stomach as she traces a finger over the waistband of your sweatpants.

“let me make it up to you,” jihyo says, “i’ll make sure chaeyoung-ah behaves this time. you’ll feel so good, i promise.”

her finger traces up to your stomach, where her hand flattens against your abs. it moves further up, slipping underneath your crop top and pushing it up. jihyo bends down and kisses just above your belly button before moving to the side and kissing the bottom of your ribs, nipping softly.

you shift underneath her, a hand coming up to run through her hair. you feel her lips curl into a smile against your skin as she continues pressing kisses to your stomach and abs, her hand moving to bunch your shirt up more, tucking the end of it under your bra to keep it there before she traces a finger down to scratch at the space under your belly button but above your waistband.

you turn your gaze to chaeyoung, still sitting there, facing away from you and jihyo. she’s just barely squirming but you’d be willing to bet she’s even needier than before, hands itching to touch you.

“you were being so good earlier, y/n,” jihyo says. “just taking chaeyoung’s behavior. my good girl, always so willing and obedient for me. you waited so patiently for me.”

jihyo moves up, your legs widening to make room for her as she settles completely over you. she hums as she stares down at you, dipping to press a line of open-mouthed kisses up your neck.

she loves seeing you like this, putty in her hands. hers to do whatever she likes with. she loves that you give this to her, this control over you. the way you let her captivate you, the way you let her bring a hand up, an index finger tracing along your jaw, to your lip where she presses it against your lips. you open and her finger slips inside, your lips closing around it as you suck gently, your tongue flicking over the pad of it.

jihyo laughs lightly, “look at you, all mine to play with.” her smile turns more to a smirk as she adds, “chaengie could never, all that neediness just gets in her way. she’d never take care of you like this, too desperate to just get in your pants and fuck you.”

jihyo slides her finger out of your mouth and you take the opportunity to murmur, “i like it, though.”

jihyo laughs, her hand moving to cup your jaw, the slickness of her finger wet on your skin. “i know, baby. it’s cute, how much you just want to roll over and get fucked. like i said, so willing and obedient.”

she shifts, a knee coming up to press against your core. your eyebrows furrow as your mouth opens with a gasp, the bare minimum of relief nearly overpowering after who knows how long of waiting.

“see?” jihyo says. “the issue is that there’s a time and place, you know that as well as i do. but don’t worry, i mean it when i say i’ll make sure chaengie makes you feel good.”

with that, jihyo pulls back entirely, reaching to the nightstand to grab something.

she comes back and you realize it’s a silk tie. she lifts one of your hands, moving it above your head before going back for the other. she crawls to kneel beside your head, leaning over to wrap it around your wrists carefully and tie them to the headboard. she knots the tie slowly and methodically, checking that it won’t come undone but isn’t too tight.

“color?” she asks, a hand still holding your wrists, her thumb running over your forearm back and forth.

“green,” you say, looking up at her.

“good,” she murmurs gently, bending down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead before sitting back on her heels at your side.

you test the silk tie around your wrists, there’s barely any give. it’s so tight, with just enough room to allow for circulation. you shift on the bed, an idea of what jihyo’s planning on doing to you forming in your mind.

it was part of the plan, that it’s up to jihyo to decide what to do to you. she likes it like that, you guess, the control she has over you and chaeyoung, the way you both give yourselves to her. she really just wants you to feel good and she likes that you put your pleasure in her hands like this, letting her bind your wrists and talk so filthy.

“chaeyoung/ah,” jihyo says, “come here.”

chaeyoung turns and moves closer, eyes bouncing between you and jihyo.

“undress her,” jihyo says, her voice cold and sharp.

chaeyoung nods and moves closer to tug your sweatpants and panties down. you lift your hips to help her before she guides the fabric down your legs and throws your clothes off to the side. she reaches out to run a hand up your leg and jihyo reaches out, stopping her hand.

“i didn’t say you could touch her,” jihyo scolds.

“please,” chaeyoung murmurs, “i need her.”

“well, that’s not my problem, is it?” jihyo says, and chaeyoung shakes her head. jihyo clicks her tongue and tilts her head to the side. “use your words, chaeyoung. i know you can, you’ve been running your mouth all of practice, tormenting y/n, probably riling the poor thing up with no way of getting any relief.”

you shift where you lay, something about the way jihyo speaks to chaeyoung goes straight to your core. maybe it’s the sternness, maybe it’s the way the vein on jihyo’s neck stands out the more she scolds, maybe it’s the way she’s talking about you in that way.

she moves to kneel behind chaeyoung, that hand coming up to tug her head backwards by the hair, saying, “you like teasing her with so many people watching. it’s almost perverted, chaeyoung-ah. but you like it like that, don’t you?” jihyo smiles, staring down at you from over chaeyoung’s shoulder. “answer me.”

“yes,” chaeyoung groans, “i like it.”

“what do you like?”

“i like teasing her,” chaeyoung says, a visible flush creeping up the smooth curve of her neck. “i like doing it when she has to hide it. i like doing it when you can’t do anything about it. i like it when you’re angry. i like it when y/n is desperate. i like it when she lets me do what i want to her. i like it when she doesn’t care if people can see us.”

you can feel your cheeks burn at chaeyoung’s words, it’s filthy and yet it’s affecting you. it’s shameful and embarrassing and yet here you are, squirming and hands tied up and a pitiful whine forming in the back of your throat.

jihyo laughs, faux surprise on her face. “chaeyoung-ah,” she says, “when did i ever say you could do any of that?”

“you didn’t,” chaeyoung gasps, hands twitching at her sides.

“that’s right, i didn’t.” jihyo’s words are sickly sweet and cruel. she releases her hold on chaeyoung, telling her, “pants off.”

chaeyoung scrambles to strip herself of her pants and underwear. jihyo pulls chaeyoung in front of her, both of them kneeling between your legs before jihyo bends chaeyoung at the hips and pushes her down.

chaeyoung’s arms stop her fall and she hovers over you, her mouth falling open in surprise as jihyo harshly grips her hips. she hums, a palm running over the curve of chaeyoung’s ass.

she slides lower and slips a finger between chaeyoung’s folds, humming, “so wet, chaengie.”

it’s slick and warm, leaking out of her, and momentarily, jihyo sways out of the moment as she slips a finger inside. chaeyoung lets out a small noise, her eyes slamming shut.

“you’re so needy, chaeng,” jihyo says, her voice bordering on awed as she watches, transfixed, as she presses in and out with ease, finger already shiny with chaeyoung’s juices.

“it’s for you, all for you,” chaeyoung moans, head falling down as she shifts, a hand moving to rest on your hip, squeezing softly.

jihyo’s gaze slides up, tracing the curve of chaeyoung’s ass to the dip of her spine to the rippling muscles of her back as she squirms, bent over for jihyo.

jihyo can feel herself sinking back into it, her hand on chaeyoung’s hip moving to squeeze chaeyoung’s ass roughly. she blinks and the corner of her mouth curls into a smirk as she locks eyes with you.

“so desperate, chaengie,” jihyo murmurs, pulling her finger out of chaeyoung and tracing it over the skin of chaeyoung’s ass. her hand disappears for a second before slapping her, the noise loud and sharp. chaeyoung moans, rocking forward, her eyes screwed shut. her fingers on your hip tighten and a whimper escapes from your mouth.

“y/n, count them for me?” jihyo asks, and you nod, your core aching with need, wanting to rub your thighs together or grind on something, anything.

jihyo slaps chaeyoung again, on the other side. chaeyoung moans again and you count, “two.”

another slap.

“three.”

chaeyoung cries out, her hand holding herself up twists into the bedsheets, her nails digging into your hip. she bites down on her lip, she can feel her wetness dripping to the inside of her thigh as she whines with desperation.

the stinging in her ass hurts in the best way, with jihyo smoothing over her cheeks and shushing her, scolding her coldly, “this is what happens if you don’t do as i say, chaengie.”

then there’s another slap and you count, “four.”

chaeyoung cries out, her head turning to bite down on her arm to muffle her noises. you can see jihyo smirk down at you, realizing just what chaeyoung is doing. she clicks her tongue disapprovingly.

“if you’re that ashamed of your noises, chaeyoung, why don’t you just put your mouth to use and eat out y/n?”

your hips press upwards at the thought of it and chaeyoung nods, scooting backwards before switching to hold herself up on an elbow, her hand on your hip moving to wrap around your leg and part your folds.

chaeyoung barely pauses before licking from your entrance up to your clit.

you surge upwards, crying out in relief and stimulation. you tangle your fingers in the sheets behind you to keep them there as chaeyoung’s tongue circles your clit before sucking the bud into her mouth.

you could cry at the feeling, how overwhelming it is. you turn your head, pressing your mouth against the soft skin of your arm as chaeyoung dips lower, her tongue teasing your hole for a split second before entering, lapping up your wetness, groaning at the taste.

jihyo smiles as she watches, hands still rubbing soft circles into the angry, red skin of chaeyoung’s ass.

chaeyoung slips her arm from around your leg to slide two fingers inside of you.

“fuck!” you cry out, clenching hard around chaeyoung as your back arches.

there’s a loud, hard slap and chaeyoung nearly screams, her mouth falling open against you.

“five,” you choke out, even though you’re half-convinced jihyo isn’t listening.

jihyo reaches out, digging her fingers in chaeyoung’s hair to pull her head off of you, nearly growling, “did i say you could use fingers?”

“no,” chaeyoung groans, her half-lidded eyes staring down at you.

“then why did you?”

“i need her,” chaeyoung cries, “i wanna fuck her, i wanna make her come. i’ve been waiting so long, please, just let me fuck her.”

“no,” jihyo says and reaches down grabbing chaeyoung’s hand, pulling her out of you.

you whimper at the loss, your hips shifting. jihyo spares you a glance and says, “i know, baby, it’ll feel good in a second, okay? thank you for being so patient.”

jihyo maneuvers chaeyoung’s hand to her back, low on her spine. jihyo keeps one hand holding it there and her other reaches to lightly rub chaeyoung’s shoulder.

“color, chaeyoung-ah?” jihyo prompts.

“green,” chaeyoung murmurs.

“good, thank you,” jihyo says quietly and ducks to press a kiss to the middle of chaeyoung’s back before straightening and slapping her ass again, just as hard as the last time, and chaeyoung screams.

“six,” you say and jihyo grins at you, her hand rubbing over chaeyoung’s stinging skin.

“so good for me, y/n, doing just what i say.” she reaches down with her second hand—the first still pressing chaeyoung’s hand against her back—and wretches chaeyoung’s head up to look at you. “see, chaeyoung-ah, this is how good girls behave. this is how obedience works, you do what i say and i make you feel good. you don’t do what i say, and i spank you until you cry, understood?”

chaeyoung whimpers in response, and jihyo tightens her hold, saying in a low voice, “words, i need words. do you understand me or not?”

“i understand, i understand,” chaeyoung cries out in a broken voice.

“good, now eat y/n out like the fucking slut you are,” jihyo growls and releases her hold on chaeyoung’s hair.

chaeyoung is on you instantly, sucking and working her tongue on your clit.

you moan, hips pressing upwards, forcing chaeyoung to adjust, her second arm jerking towards your hips until her can grip you hip, her elbow pressing into the mattress with the weight of her upper body.

jihyo can’t deny just how much she likes chaeyoung like this, essentially a rag doll, ass in the air and face in your pussy, eating you out like she’s starving.

jihyo slides her hand between chaeyoun’s thighs, slipping a finger into her entrance. chaeyoung groans against you as jihyo presses that spot deep inside of her.

the coil in your stomach tightens the longer chaeyoung laps at your pussy, whimpering and whining around your clit as jihyo continues fucking her slowly.

you get even closer to the edge, your head pressing against the side of your arm, moaning and squirming underneath chaeyoung. jihyo slips her fingers out of chaeyoung to roughly circle her clit, the slickness making it easy.

chaeyoung’s body seizes above you, her nails digging into your hip so hard it borders on painful, her tongue faltering momentarily before she resumes her ministrations on your clit, somehow growing more and more desperate the more jihyo pushes her to her orgasm.

“i’m close,” you choke out, hands gripping the silk tie, tugging at it as your hips press upwards. jihyo grins at you, releasing chaeyoung’s hand from her back to insert two fingers inside her soaked pussy, sliding in easily. chaeyoung moans right as she sucks your clit into her mouth. you feel the vibrations of her noise on your clit and your mouth falls open in a silent scream, your back arching off the mattress as the coil in your stomach explodes. your body tenses, your hands pulling the silk ties taut, your legs trying to hard to snap closed around chaeyoung’s head.

chaeyoung pulls away to watch you come, pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“i didn’t say you could stop,” jihyo says, fucking harshly into chaeyoung, who ducks her head back down and continues licking at your clit despite you still being mid-orgasm. you moan brokenly, sensitivity making your body spasm and tense.

chaeyoung is close to her own orgasm, the way jihyo’s fingers press against all the right places, her fingers working her clit, the sting in her ass that hasn’t quite faded—all of it pushes her closer and closer. she just needs a little more, she whines helplessly against you, starting to fuck herself backwards on jihyo’s fingers. just a little more, until she—

jihyo pulls out of her entirely and chaeyoung moans in anguish, crying out, “no, no, please, jihyo, please, i wanna come, please.”

“too bad,” jihyo says, hands on chaeyoung’s hips, guiding her into position before pulling back and slapping her ass once again. chaeyoung gasps, rocking forward.

“how many is that, y/n?” jihyo asks.

“seven,” you say, your voice dazed and eyes half-lidded as you watch chaeyoung press her face against the inside of your thigh. her mouth and chin are shiny with your juices, her eyes glassy and staring at your pussy in desire. you shift and turn your gaze to jihyo, who glances at you and smiles softly.

“feeling ready for more?” she asks and you nod. she hums and rubs chaeyoung’s ass. “color, chaeyoung-ah?”

“green,” chaeyoung murmurs, voice husky with need.

“eat her out,” jihyo orders, her voice betraying a hint of gentleness as chaeyoung adjusts her position, legs moving further back and slightly wider.

you moan at the first stripe of chaeyoung’s tongue on you, one of her hands still holding your hips down and the other moving to slide her index finger in you, twisting to curl up and press that spot that makes your toes curl into the sheets. chaeyoung adds another finger and you moan at the feeling.

jihyo makes a tutting noise and you gasp, frantically saying, “no, jihyo, please, let her fuck me, i need it, she feels so good.”

jihyo’s mouth twitches as she considers, watching how your eyes widen, cheeks and neck flushed red, your hands tugging on the silk tie binding you to the bed. your desperation is cute, but it’s the way that you moan as chaeyoung’s fingers thrust deeper that convinces jihyo.

“okay,” she says and goes with it, gently praising, “look at you, y/n-nie, taking her fingers so well.”

there’s a brief pause as jihyo watches chaeyoung fuck you, her thrusts and tongue slowly growing in speed.

“i wonder if you can take another,” jihyo prompts.

you nod, groaning, “i can.”

chaeyoung smiles against you, her fingers slipping out only to push back in with three. she curls them upwards and you moan, your pussy stretching to accommodate.

“that’s my good girl,” jihyo coos. “letting chaeyoung fuck you so well. how does it feel?”

“good,” you gasp, hands straining against the ties. “fuck, it feels so good.”

jihyo hums again, her hand drifting closer to chaeyoung’s core, close enough to brush against her. chaeyoung whines, her hips moving back, seeking relief. jihyo indulges her momentarily, a finger swiping through her folds to flick up and down on her clit.

chaeyoung moans against you, her fingers thrusting roughly, making your eyes slam closed as your hip surge upwards. it’s intoxicating, the sheer need that rolls of chaeyoung, the way jihyo rolls her clit between her fingers only serving to encourage chaeyoung in fucking you harder.

jihyo’s index finger slips from chaeyoung’s clit to her entrance, dipping shallowly inside before slipping out and tracing around. chaeyoung whines, her voice high-pitched and airy as her hips pressing against jihyo’s hand on her hip, unable to grind backwards for more friction.

it feels like your orgasm comes sooner this time as you gasp and writhe, moans tumbling out of your mouth as chaeyoung pushes you to the edge. she doesn’t even stop, fingers curling inside of you and sucking your clit in her mouth, and your second orgasm crashes into you.

your eyes squeeze closed, your mouth falling open as your back arches once again, hips grinding desperately as chaeyoung fucks you straight through it, maybe even harder. jihyo continues just barely teasing her, a finger barely on her clit, more of an idea than anything.

it’s mesmerizing, the way your hands tug hopelessly on the silk ties, body convulsing, crying out as chaeyoung just keeps fucking you, her hips wanting more from jihyo.

jihyo reaches down to grip chaeyoung’s hair at the root to pull her away from you, her second hand drifting from her pussy to her back, guiding it into an arch underneath her. “let y/n come down,” jihyo murmurs softly, her hand rubbing chaeyoung’s back, nails scratching softly.

chaeyoung cries in jihyo’s hold, slipping her fingers out of you obediently. you let out a low whine at the loss, and your chest heaves as the last of your orgasm finally fades.

jihyo’s hand runs from chaeyoung’s back to her pussy, entering her roughly with two fingers. chaeyoung cries out, her eyes slamming closed as jihyo fucks her hard and fast, letting go of her hair to reach around and rub harshly at her clit. chaeyoung tenses, rocking herself backward to fuck herself on jihyo’s fingers in time with her thrusts. her own hand finds your clit, her thumb rubbing mindlessly on it. you clench your teeth, groaning, hands straining on the ties as your body shudders.

almost too soon after jihyo starts fucking chaeyoung, she backs off completely and chaeyoung moans pathetically, calling out, “no, jihyo, please, keep going.”

without a word, jihyo climbs off the bed and picks up another item from the top of her nightstand. you turn your head and watch as she puts on the harness for her strap. a laugh escapes you as you watch her slide the dildo into place. she picks up the bottle of lube and squeezes some into hand, lathering it on the dildo as she gets back on the bed, crawling back behind chaeyoung.

“please,” chaeyoung mewls desperately. You laugh again, chaeyoung’s hopeless oblivion about what’s to come almost cute as her thumb keeps working against your clit, the last of your laugh turning into a moan at a particularly rough stroke when jihyo runs the dildo through chaeyoung’s folds. chaeyoung moans when she realizes what it is, her hips grinding down in need.

“color?” jihyo asks.

“green.” chaeyoung’s voice is ruined with need, whiny and begging for it.

jihyo enters chaeyoung roughly, not bothering to let chaeyoung get used to the size. chaeyoung cries out, her head pressing against your thigh as jihyo’s hands hold onto her hips, pulling back out only to bury herself to the hilt once again. chaeyoung’s groan breaks off into a silent scream, her mouth falling open and jihyo sets a rough pace, a hand reaching out to push her head down to your dripping pussy.

“you know what to do, chaeyoung-ah,” jihyo grunts and chaeyoung’s tongue is back on you, licking and sucking your clit messily, whining at the back of her throat from jihyo’s relentless pounding.

it’s when one of jihyo’s hands moves from chaeyoung’s hip to rub at her clit that the stimulation gets to be overwhelming, pushing her close to tears just before jihyo pulls out and palms her ass roughly. she slaps her hard and growls, “how many, y/n?”

chaeyoung lets out a choked sob against you, wetness dripping out of her, her tongue on your clit never stopping as you choke out, “eight,” the edge of your orgasm creeping up yet again.

“good girl,” jihyo says and shoves her strap back into chaeyoung. she lets out a cry, her nails digging into your hip as your back arches with jihyo’s praise, the gentleness contrasting her movements to such a degree it’s hard to keep track.

chaeyoung can feel her orgasm approaching quickly, the feel of jihyo’s strap fucking into her roughly, the way jihyo’s hips hit her backside with every thrust, the noise of it filthy in chaeyoung’s ears. she laps at your pussy, addicted to the taste, the way jihyo wants her like this, pleasuring you, pushing you to orgasm. jihyo’s strap stretches her out, hitting every inch of her walls. it’s mind-numbingly overwhelming in the greatest way, the fogginess of her brain only making sense of how good it feels to be jihyo’s toy, completely hers to use, to get you off as tears fill her eyes.

so of course jihyo disappears a second later, pulling out completely and never thrusting back, her chest heaving as she halts her movements. she sits back on her heels as chaeyoung cries out, her orgasm just within reach but not quite there. she cries out against you, tears spilling over and down her cheeks as her walls clench on nothing, her clit swollen with unsatiated need.

jihyo laughs, watching how you moan brokenly; chaeyoung amidst her anguish still pathetically working at your clit, needing to make you feel good.

it’s when you start losing track of how many times you’ve come that you can barely make sense of anything other than jihyo’s words, murmuring softly, “you’re doing so well, y/n-nie, coming so many times for us, just as we asked.”

your mouth hangs opens, body spasming in oversensitivity as chaeyoung keeps going yet again, not letting you come down all the way. “please,” you whine, your voice broken and ruined, “i can’t.” you’re only half aware of what you’re saying as you beg, “too much, please.”

jihyo hums, slowing her thrusts down as she runs her hands over chaeyoung’s back. she watches your body convulse on the bed, hands gripping the silk ties tightly as your hips twitch away from chaeyoung’s greedy mouth.

“one more,” jihyo tells you softly. “chaeyoung-ah, be a good girl and make y/n come one last time and i’ll let you come too.”

chaeyoung whines long and loud, eating you out with a renewed fervor. you scream, back arching off the bed with a sob, the intensity of chaeyoung sucking your clit into her mouth making you groan and shake on the bed, your feet digging into the bed as chaeyoung never lets up.

your orgasm hits you almost out of the blue, the sheer force of it making you black out for a split second as your entire body tenses, muscle contracting and flexing as your mouth drops open, ragged moans spilling out in time with how your body shudders.

before it fades, jihyo leans further over chaeyoung, angling her strap in such a way that she hits just perfectly deep inside chaeyoung to make her gasp and moan. jihyo slides a hand around chaeyoung’s waist to rub at her clit harshly, making chaeyoung’s arms collapse out from under her. she lands on top of you, her forehead on your stomach as jihyo doesn’t stop, roughly fucking into chaeyoung, grunting with the force of her thrusts.

chaeyoung can feel the coil in her stomach tightening, her orgasm in sight yet again. Her tears never let up with how good it feels as she’s pushed closer and closer. jihyo keeps going, grunting out “come for me, chaeyoung-ah,” and a sob rips its way out of chaeyoung’s chest as her orgasm crescendos into her, everything going blank for a long moment as every bit of pressure explodes low in her stomach, waves of continuous pleasure crashing into her throughout her body.

and when her body finally falls limp, jihyo pulls out carefully, apologizing quietly when chaeyoung whimpers.

you watch through glassy eyes as jihyo takes the strap off and places it on the nightstand before leaving and coming back a minute later with two glasses of water. she sets them down on the nightstand as well, then gets back on the bed to guide chaeyoung on her back and at the head of the bed next to you.

chaeyoung rolls onto her side, tucking her head in the space between your shoulder and neck. you wrap an arm around her shoulders and tug her closer, pressing a kiss to her head. jihyo smiles at you and leans in, pressing a chaste kiss of her own to your cheek, before doing the same to chaeyoung.

“i have water for you both right here,” jihyo says quietly, her voice warm and kind. “is there anything else i can get for you?”

“hold me?” chaeyoung asks in a small voice and jihyo does so immediately, moving in behind chaeyoung to spoon her. you lift your arm off of her so jihyo can press in against chaeyoung, her arm reaching over to rest on your stomach. your arm comes back down, this time wrapping around jihyo’s shoulders.

chaeyoung sighs, relaxing into the both of you as she murmurs, “we should do that again, sometime.”

#so silly!!! #lowk regretting my double major #twice #twice smut #chaeyoung x reader x jihyo #twice x reader #jihyo #chaeyoung #chaeyoung x reader #jihyo x reader #twice imagines #gg smut #f!reader #dom!jihyo

[skvatnavle]

A Friendly Push

Robert 'Bob' Floyd x reader

Warnings: some god ol' pining (so much pining!), kissing, SMUT! Handjob, fingering, protected sex (be smart and wrap it folks!) and fluff... lots and lots of fluff.

Notes: This might be one of the most self indulgent fics I've ever written, so bear with me. And I know I should focus on my WIPs, but ever since I saw Top Gun Maverick, this cutie has been all I could think about. But it's the first thing I've written in two weeks, so it was nice to feel inspired again 💜

A trifolded shout out to @a-reader-and-a-writer for 1) convincing me to write this, 2) beta reading and 3) for letting me use her awesome dividers. You are truly a gem! ❤️

words: 3.5K

Part two

When you started working at The Hard Deck, Penny had told you… well, rather warned you about the clientele. Being that close to the airbase, most of the guests were pilots blowing off some steam during the weekends. 

Penny hadn’t exactly made a rule against dating the guests, but had told you to be cautious. She had been burned before, more than once, and didn’t want you to share the same fate. And you hadn’t really wanted to date any of them anyways. But that all changed the day the newest team walked through the doors. 

One of them instantly catches your eye. Well, several of them did, cause you had to admit a few of them were drop dead gorgeous. But there is one guy, seemingly quieter than the rest. He immediately stands out although he walks silently behind the others. 

As most of them banter around the pool table, having a regular pissing contest, he sits down on a stool with a cup of snacks, softly pushing his glasses up his nose, observing the others quietly. Every time he does that, he wrinkles his nose slightly in the most adorable way. 

And when the others address him and he finally speaks, his voice is sweet with a southern accent. Bob. So that was his name. Well, callsign at least. You can’t help but smile as he brushes the crumbs of his uniform a little awkwardly.

Later that night he comes up to the bar and when his sweet, blue eyes fall on you, a blush slowly creeps up your cheeks. He was even cuter up close. This was going to be a problem for sure.

“Ehm, hi. Could I get a beer, please?” he asks softly as he shyly pushes his glasses back in place. The soft smile he offers you just adds to his appeal. With no sleazy pick up line or wiggling eyebrows, this was definitely a first. Not that you would have minded if he flirted a little. 

When you hand him the beer, he politely says thank you and gestures to go, but feeling brave, you gently shout after him.

“Are you new here? Haven’t seen you before.”

As he turns to you, a surprised expression adorns his face. Almost as if he can’t believe you were talking to him. Honestly, could this man get any cuter? He walks back to the bar, his cheeks already a bright red as he barely looks you in the eye, but still smiling.

“Yeah, ehm. I’m part of a special mission, but I-I don’t really know if I can tell you anything.”

“I get that a lot here, actually. But you can tell me your name, right?”

The corners of his mouth slowly turn into a sweet smile, his eyes finding yours. As if by habit, maybe a nervous one, he pushes at his glasses again.

“Robert Floyd. But they just call me Bob. Y-you can too.”

Repeating his name back to him, you give him another bright smile. The flush of his cheeks have spread to the tip of his ears and a little down his neck. Definitely not like the others. You give him your name, which he in return repeats with a smile. You notice there’s still some crumbs on his uniform, so you lean over the bar and brush them off.

“You had a few crumbs.”

Stunned, he just looks at you and he is about to say something before one of the others at the table calls for him. He gives you a soft ‘sorry’ before he joins the others again. 

The rest of that night, you sometimes catch him looking at you. Each time he quickly looks away, trying to look indifferent. But if you keep looking long enough, sure as amen in church, he looks at you again, an awkward smile on his cute face and your heart would flutter each time. Yeah, you were definitely in trouble.

Another good thing about working on The Hard Deck besides the clientele, was the beach right outside the doors. What made that even better was one day when the infamous Maverick decided to do some team building. And that’s how you found yourself sitting outside the bar, looking towards the water.

And oh, what an amazing team building it was. Beach football on a hot day was equal to you gawking at the pilots as they were running around, the sweat pouring down their exposed, chiselled pecks. Except for Bob. Much to your dismay, he kept his shirt on, but it kinda just made you like him even more. 

Maverick had asked for some refreshments, and you were happy to oblige, giving the thirsty pilots their drinks after their game ended. Luckily, the game seemed to have worked. They were all happy and seemed like a tighter knit unit now. As they down a few beers, they all seem much friendlier, like a family.

Looking to the side, you find Bob sitting with a beer in hand, looking at the sunset with a content smile on his face. You sit down next to him, getting a shy smile in return when he sees you.

“You all looked pretty good out there.”

"Some more than others." He counters softly, obviously talking about the two taller men of the group. Rooster and Hangman, you believed they were called. And sure, they were very easy on the eyes, but you only had eyes for Bob.

“I guess it depends on who's watching." You try softly, but he just fiddles with the label of his beer, clearly not taking the hint. So you had to be more obvious, then.

"It sucks a little I didn’t get to see you without your shirt.”

Bob almost chokes on his beer, as he turns to you in disbelief. It’s a bold move on your part, but you hope it pays off. As he searches your face for any indications you’re messing with him, you just keep smiling genuinely. If only he knew how much you meant it and how badly you actually wanted to see him with less clothes on.

“M-maybe next time, I… I’ll take it off just for you.” he manages to nervously stutter as his smile grows bigger than before. Dammit, if it doesn’t make the heat go straight to your core. Every fibre of your body is screaming for him, never before felt this kind of attraction to anyone. 

“I’ll look forward to that.”

You lean a little against him. Whether it’s to emphasise your statement or simply because you need to get closer to him, you don’t know. Maybe both. The sweetness and innocence of him draws you in like a moth to a flame. Biting your bottom lip, you look to his lips, wondering if they feel as soft as they look.

Glancing up, you find Bob looking into your eyes, his beautiful blue ones searching yours. Nervously, he leans in closer, his eyes darting from your lips to your eyes. His tongue wets his lips, images of what that tongue could do to you flashes through your mind. Boy, did you want him. So bad.

You close the distance, your lips almost touching. His breath is hot on your skin, coming out in small quick huffs. He’s clearly nervous, but so are you. 

The shout of your name makes you pull away, looking towards the bar. Penny is waving at you, the rush hour beginning. Dammit. Seconds away from finally kissing Bob and she has to ruin it. You turn to him and even though you’re mad at Penny for ruining the moment, the look on Bob’s face makes you smile. His cheeks burning red, his eyes and mouth drooping like a hurt puppy. 

Not exactly enjoying seeing him hurt, it still makes you happy to know he wanted this as badly as you. You at least hope that’s the case and it’s not just because of the beers. But you still opt to giving him a quick kiss on his cheek.

“I’m sorry, I… I have to go back”

“No worries, I-I’ll see you in there.”

He offers you a sweet smile, as you stand. Going back to the bar, you curse Penny for ruining the moment, but hopefully you’d get a chance again. 

He couldn’t even count the times he’d caught himself looking at you. 10? 20? But he just couldn’t help himself, so captivated by your beauty every time he walked into the bar. Your smile would always be the highlight of his evening, your laugh making his heart swell every time.  

If only he weren’t so damned shy, he’d done something a long time ago. Countless times he’d gone over his little speech in his head, practising what he’d say if he ever found the confidence to finally tell you how he felt. He had flown dangerous missions, yet this made him feel more nervous than ever before, way out of his element.  

He wasn’t exactly the most experienced guy, always been kind of a wallflower. And you were the opposite. Outgoing with that constant radiant smile on your perfect lips, able to talk to everyone you meet. Even a little flirtatious, according to Hangman. He kept insisting that you had been flirting with Bob, but he couldn’t really believe that. A girl like you choosing a guy like him, when guys like Hangman and Rooster were around? Not a chance.

But… There had been that day at the beach. You had actually chosen to talk to him, not the others. And there had been an almost kiss. Maybe it was just in the heat of the moment, but ever since then, you were all he could think about. Well, that had actually been the case for several weeks, but after the way you looked at him that day? The setting sun playing on your beautiful face, making you even more gorgeous than any woman he’d ever met before? Boy, had he fallen. Hard. But he had barely seen you since, training so hard every day.

“Okay, that is it! I’ve had it!”

Looking to the side, Bob finds Hangman staring at him, clearly annoyed. All the others are looking too. Oh God, once again he hadn’t been paying attention, mesmerized by you. Fixing his glasses, he tries to look indifferent as he turns to Hangman.

“I’m sorry, I was-”

“Staring at your little crush again? Yeah. So, when are you gonna do something about it?”

All eyes on him, Bob is hit with a sudden wave of insecurity. One thing was talking to you without anyone seeing it, but with all of them knowing? Oh boy, this was embarrassing. Hangman leans in closer, looking him straight in the eye with that smirk of his.

“Look, she is cute. So if you’re not gonna do anything, I’m going in.”

“What? No. You wouldn’t-”

“Oh, I would. You have 10 seconds or I’m going up there. 10… 9… 8…”

Before he can reach 7, Bob stands up from his chair, swallowing hard. Looking over his shoulder, he sees you walking towards the backroom, tray of used glasses in your hands. So this was it. Not how he had planned it, but the thought of Hangman hitting on you was too much to bear. Straightening his shirt a little, he makes his way through the crowd towards the back.

Rooster moves in close to Hangman, grinning as they both look after Bob. He shoots him a glance.

“So… Were you really gonna hit on her?”

“Nah. Our boy just needed a little push.”

They laugh as they turn back to their game of pool. 

After starting the dishwasher, you turn to find Bob standing behind you, fidgeting slightly with the hem of his shirt. He looks nervous, more than usual, as you make your way to him. 

“Bob? Is everything okay?”

Nodding softly, he finally looks up and into your eyes. You can see something is wrong, so you close the distance and put a reassuring hand on his arm. It almost feels like he shivers under your touch. He opens his mouth as if he wants to say something, but stops. Looking around, he frowns before taking you by the hand, leading you out the backdoor. 

“Ehm, what are we doing out he-”

He steps closer, the intensity of his gaze so foreign it makes you stop dead in your tracks. He looks so nervous, yet still so determined, as he softly takes one of your hands in his, slowly looking into your eyes.

“I, ehm… I didn’t want our first kiss to be in the kitchen.”

He looks down with a shy smile. Finding your eyes again, he pushes his glasses in place as he shakes his head.

“And now I ruined the moment again by sayin-”

Crashing your lips to his, he stops talking. Once he realises what is happening, he kisses you back, his hand slowly cupping the back of your head. Pulling you closer, he deepens the kiss with a soft moan that sends shivers down your spine. Pulling him even closer, your kiss turns almost desperate, pouring the weeks of yearning into it. Too soon he breaks away, panting heavily. But the look on his face is of pure joy as he looks at you.

“So… I don’t know if I can squeeze in a date before we leave, but…” he pauses, looking sad at the prospect of leaving you. “But maybe I can take you out when… if I get back?”

He averts your gaze, looking at his hands. Looking hurt, like he expects to get turned down, it almost breaks your heart. Cupping his cheeks, you make him look at you.

“I would love that, but… I have a better idea.” You say softly, before pulling him into another desperate kiss. “How about I take you home with me when my shift ends?”

His breath hitches for a second, his hands gripping your hips a little in anticipation. Unable to respond, he just nods frantically with a shy smile. You give him another kiss, barely able to pull away from him, wanting nothing more than to stay in his arms.

As he makes his way back to the others, he can’t hide the giant smirk on his face. He kissed you. He actually kissed you. He had imagined how that would be like for weeks, but nothing compared to the real thing. Embarrassed to admit it, he even got a little hard from that kiss. 

Still in disbelief it had actually happened, he sits down at the table and takes a sip of his beer, laughing a little to himself. When he looks up, he finds the others looking at him, all with knowing smiles on their faces.

“So…?”

Bob just smiles softly, taking another sip as Rooster is leaning in over the table, looking at him with a grin. Bob just picks up a cup of snacks and chew on a peanut, before looking up.

“So… what?”

“Ah, come on! You know what we’re talking about. How did it go?”

Hangman sits down beside him, throwing an arm around Bob and shakes him, causing Bob to giggle softly. He pushes his glasses up his nose, trying to act indifferent. Which he knows is hard with the grin that will permanently be edged into his face from now on.

“I, ehm… I never kiss and tell.” He starts off softly, before realising what he just said. As Hangman and Rooster’s curious faces slowly turn excited, Bob covers his face. “Damn, I should not have said that.”

Happy for their friend, Hangman and Rooster shout excitedly as they sit down beside him, ordering another round of beers, wanting to know every detail.

At midnight, you stand outside the bar, tapping your foot impatiently against the wooden deck. But soon the door opens, and Bob comes towards you, still with a big grin on his face. Not sure you can wait much longer, you take his hand and drag him to your car. 

The drive home is long… too damn long. But soon you park outside your building and guide him towards the door. You fidget impatiently with the key and when Bob moves in closer, placing a soft kiss to your neck, you almost drop the key. 

“Kinda making it hard to concentrate here, Floyd” you grin, as you try one more time. He just laughs softly against your skin, the vibrations sending shivers through your body. As soon as the door swings open, you pull him into a needy kiss. As you drag him with you to the bedroom, you almost combust with desire, wanting him so much it hurts. But as you’re about to pull him down onto the bed, he pauses and for a second the shy Bob is back.

“I want you to know, ehm, I’m not just here for sex. I-I really like you.”

“I know” you say softly, kissing him more passionately before. Moving a little slower, you softly pull him with you as you lay down. You unbutton his shirt, and it quickly finds it’s way to your floor. As you take in his great physique, Bob blushes under your gaze. 

“I know I don’t exactly look like Hangm-”

You stop him with a soft kiss as your hand gently caresses his chest. With a body like that, he has no reason to be shy, but you get it. So you just pour every ounce of love you can into the kiss, before looking into his eyes.

“You are gorgeous, Robert.”

Swallowing hard, he looks teary eyed as he dips down and kisses you. Within no time at all, all your clothes are on the floor. His touch is gentle, yet firm, as he explores every inch of you. His fingers gliding over your skin as if storing you to his memory in case this is the only night he gets with you.

Moving down his body, you find his cock already painfully hard. Wrapping your fingers around him, he hisses at the contact, his breathing already strained.

“Please…”

At his soft plea, you start stroking him, pulling small whimpers from him. Bob bucks against your hand as his mouth moves to your breast, kissing and sucking at the tender bud. Letting your nipple go with a soft pop, his mouth finds yours again in a feverish kiss. 

When he moves his hand down to your aching core, he finds you already soaking wet. It doesn’t take long for him to make you fall apart, moaning out his name.

“Can… Can I p-please make love to you?”

“God yes.”

His fingers continue to roam your body as you reach into your drawer for a condom. Ripping the packet open, you quickly put it on, not wanting to go another second without Bob buried in you. He pushes you down gently, kissing you softly as he repositions himself between your legs. Just as the tip of his cock is at your entrance, he looks to you a final time for confirmation. 

And with a nod, he finally pushes into you. Slowly at first, the stretch of him is delicious as he lets you adjust to his size.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“More than okay.”

He starts thrusting into you at a slow and steady pace, but soon he pushes a little faster, but still very soft. It's unlike anything you've tried before. So caring and tender, whispering small praises in your ear, yet fiery hot as each snap of his hips makes him push against that sweet spot inside you.

It's not long before his pace begins to falter, his thrusts becoming uneven. His fingers find your clit, rubbing it gently in rhythm with his thrusts, keen on making you come before he does.

It only takes a few more drags of his cock combined with those magic fingers of his, before you come undone. The feeling of you clenching down on him is too much to bear and Bob follows close behind you, groaning as he thrusts a few more times, riding out his high.

He slumps against you, careful not to put all his weight on you. But you don't mind. You could spend days like this, pinned beneath him. And hopefully you would.

Pulling away, he quickly discards the condom and pulls you closer into his nook. Looking very content, he gives you a sweet kiss to your forehead before his hand finds yours, softly interlacing his fingers with yours.

"I should have said something sooner. What if all I ever get with you is tonight?"

His words hit you like a freight train. You both know there's a possibility he'll be assigned to fly the mission and from what little you've picked up, you knew it would be almost impossible and very dangerous. There really was a chance he'd never come home.

Putting on a brave face, you kiss him gently on the cheek, making him face you. When he does, you plant another kiss on his lips, deepening it a little.

"I know you'll come back. We have a date, remember? So you better show up for it." you whisper against his skin, as you bury your face into his neck. He just smiles softly in return, kissing your forehead as he pulls you into a tight embrace.

"Yes Ma'am. And I'm looking forward to it."

*

Thank you so much for reading <3

Tagging was hard, since I don't know who likes Top Gun Maverick or Bob, so I'm tagging a few of my usual peeps. No hard feelings if this is not you: @fictionalnerdery @lucy-sky @loverhymeswithlibrary @yespolkadotkitty @mindidjarin @chasingdreamer

And then a few people who I noticed loved Top Gun Maverick, I'm giving a soft tag? Please just let me know if you don't want to get tagged: @mmurdock85 @edwardbaldwin @lorecraft @srry-itshockeyszn @jakelcckley

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[patrophthia]

Hii soo I have a request for Regulus x reader :) okay so like maybe the reader got like a bad haircut or smt and feels very insecure and so Regulus comforts them and says like it's not that bad lol. You don't have to write it if you don't want to it's just a request! :)

i’m sorry this took so long, i have no excuse ive just been lazy 😭😭😭 but this idea, is so so cute hello?!?!

veritaserum | regulus black

pairing: regulus black x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, comforting, a bit suggestive, not proof read!

One thing about Regulus Black is that he tends to take things a little too seriously. Just a little, he promises as he watch you fuss over your new hair do. 

A slight frown playing at your lips as you try to toss your locks in different directions. Left, right, left again, right again. Only to finally give up and huff out in frustration, turning to him with an all too upset look on your face. 

“I told them to only take a few inches off, this way too much and it’s not even the style I asked for them to do! How am I supposed to go around looking like this, Reg?” 

Regulus narrow his eyes, squinting as he tried to find what exactly was so wrong about your new cut. Sure it’s short, and definitely different from the pass styles he’s seen on you but you still look breathtaking, isn’t that all that matters? “Looking like…?” 

“A derange person who doesn’t know how to take care of themselves,” you say, flailing your hands up in frustration. “Merlin, what am I going to do?”

“It’s not bad,” he offers, shrugging. And when your frowns deepens, he adds. “Really, it isn’t.” 

“You’re only saying that because you’re my boyfriend,” your murmur, “just admit it doesn’t look good, I won’t be mad at you.” 

“I’m not! I genuinely think it looks good on you.” And because Regulus tends to take things about too seriously, he reaches into his book bag before pulling out a small clear vial. “Here, this is veritaserum.” 

He doesn’t need to explain it to you, the both of you having studied the content within the while a few classes ago in Potions. Regulus, pulls the cork open before quickly downing the clear substance.

There’s a few moments of silence where you both stared at one another. You not believing that he really downed an entire vial of truth serum just to prove of his point, and when you take a step forward; Regulus opens up his mouth to speak. 

“Your new hair cut looks amazing on you, Mon chéri,” he says first. “Breath taking even.” 

The corner of your lips twist upwards on its own accord, heart softening at his words. “You didn’t have to drink that just to tell me.” 

“You wouldn’t have believe me otherwise,” he hiccups, short dark curls falling gracefully onto his forehead. Regulus, pushes it off his face, gazing at you with content. “Matter of fact, I think I’m getting hard just looking at you, I can’t fake that.” 

“Gross, Reg,” you groaned, making your way towards him with a fake disgusted look, “you didn’t have to tell me that.” 

“I didn’t want to either,” he says, reaching out for you, and you let him take your hand, “but I can’t really control what I want to say right now since I—” he lifts up the empty vial into your line of sight “—anyways, your hair looks good on you. And if you’re so worried about it then I’m sure there’s hair tonic that’ll grow it back out in a moments time.” 

“Mhmm,” you hum, nodding as you agreed with him, “think I’ll keep it like this for a few weeks though.” 

And when Regulus lets out a quiet —barely even there, “yes!” You think that he might’ve liked this hair cut more than he lets on. 

#regulus x reader #regulus black imagines #regulus black fanfiction #regulus headcanon #regulus black x reader #regulus black fluff #🧳: my writing #— requests

[eeunoia]

ENHYPEN Series

sinag — psh.

chapter two

synopsis: waiting for a great plot twist in your life, the ruthless and powerful mafia boss park sunghoon forced his way in to it.

pairings: park sunghoon x reader

word count: 2.7k

warnings: a contains violence, guns, killings, abuse, obsessive love & other stuff. if you can't take this stuff, feel free to scroll away. let me know if i missed some.

note: not proof read. sinag’s chapter will usually have 2k-3k words. i'm sorry if there’s grammatical errors. enjoy reading and my ask are open for your messages. thank you so much!

© eeunoia 2023 — all rights reserved.

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“Calm down, Kwon.” a man wearing a formal attire focused his eyes at the scene beneath him, standing proudly in front of the big glass windows of his office. He holds a cup of whiskey on his hand, the other one inside his pockets.

“Calm down?” his tone frantic as he slightly slams the coffee table near him. His fists balled, jaw clenching feeling perturbed by the situation they’re tangled in.

“Your son is uncontrolled! This arrangement was long overdue! You know we already need to do something about this.” he added.

The man remained calmed and collected despite his opposite demeanor. He went here out of frustrations in hope to come up with a solution for their problem and all he gets is a couple words of consolement. If anything, that's the last thing he needs.

“I am doing my best to convince my son, Luis.” he slowly turns to face the raging man. The placid look on his face pretty much mirrors the same with the young mafia boss they are discussing about. The main reason of their distress and troubled affairs.

“You out of all people knows that convincing your son is already out of the choices.” the man stoods and stares straight to his eyes.

“He’s stubborn and proud.”

“Mainly why we shouldn’t act repulsively. Sunghoon knows when to play his cards and is not stupid.” he took a quick sip from his glass and pursed his lips into a thin line.

“He is unpredictable and moves only to his demand. He was never born to be controlled. He's my own flesh and blood afterall.” the proud smile spreads across his face that only adds to Mr. Kwon’s anger.

“But he’s now going crazy over some girl? Is this the same boy you are blabbering about?” the man scoffs that faded the smirk on Mr. Park’s face.

“If we cannot do anything with your son might as well start by getting rid of that girl.” the look on his face were shameless. The way he talks was too casual that you’ll think he’s just commanding a luggage to be discarded somewhere.

“We have to find her before he does.” he fixed his coat while still keeping his dark, serious gazes over Mr. Park.

“In order to solve the problem, we need go dispose the one causing them.” he stated with firmness to his tone indication of want on immediate action.

“I will expect a bigger progress soon, Steven.” he starts heading towards the door, one of his man held it for him. He stops from his tracks and craned his neck to the man by the windows, “I’m not a very forgiving and patient person. You know that.”

He left the room and Mr. Park was lost with his own thoughts. His emotions at a mess that rarely happens. The lack of sense in the current situation was very unusual of him. All he can think of is his son and the tangled connection link between the Kwon family.

From the plane to your way to the hotel, you are well taken care of. The stress and worries you’ve been feeling when you stepped at the airport hours ago were vanished into thin air. It was crazy and you can’t even believe that you’re actually thinking that this trip isn’t so bad at the moment. Like as if you aren’t the same girl in distress for being sent over for this.

“This way to your room, Madam.” one hotel staff guides you in this beautiful suite. It was a hug room with a breathtaking view of the city beneath you.

The streets are busy, people rushing towards somewhere, cars honking at each other but it didn’t spoil the ambiance of the place. You giggled and eyes shut for a couple seconds, embracing the breeze blowing towards you. It surely gives off a different vibe, the feeling of being new to the place slowly gets into your system.

Scary, but thrilling. You are feeling anxious and all but staying in a fancy hotel with a rowdy surrounding rather than secluded villa sure comforts you a thousand times better.

You are snapped out from your trance when you remembers the main agenda of your trip. Letting out a strained sigh, you walked towards your bag to fish out the well planned schedule that was prepared for you. It’s like a list of things to be accomplished along the trip. It sounds like something not of a big deal since this is a business trip afterall, but the amount is what’s gets you. Thankfully, they did left your first day vacant.

Another strained sigh liberates out from you, making your lungs feel more lighter. So much for enjoying this trip. You tried to find the brighter side of it. The things you will learn from the seminars and basically from the experience here will be much to your gain.

You ordered room service for lunch and decided to rest for a bit before roaming around near the hotel for the rest of the day. The next day, its work day so while waiting for your first agenda, you ordered food for lunch. If the place was great, of course the food was fantastic. It is expected and it didn’t disappoint. You enjoyed your meal and soon starts preparing for your errands.

Today’s task is an uncomplicated one. Pretty much a warm up for the upcoming busy two weeks of your stay here. You dress up cutely and comfortably before deciding on heading downstairs to ask the lobby for some directions.

On the other hand, multiple cars parked right in front of the hotel. People’s eyes darted curiously at the scene, some chooses to continue their day after watching for a while. Sunghoon went out of his black range rover and dominantly roams his eyes around, causing the lingering eyes of some individuals to tear away.

His intimidating aura just causes some to even stop at their tracks and give way to the handsome man. He didn’t give any care and went inside along with some of his men, tossing his car keys to the valley incharge without sparing him a glance. The boy bowed paying his respect, slightly anxious not to do any mistake.

Arriving at the hotel lobby, staffs bows as he walks by. It didn’t stop people to stare at him. His face is not one to be missed anyway.

His men clicks the elevator open and Sunghoon steps inside. After pressing the floor where his room was booked, the door closes. The people who's about to ride the elevator hesitates and decided not to join him.

As the door of the elevator closes, the one beside opens and you steps outside. Smiling to the people waiting just in front of it. They seem fazed about something that made you curious. Your eyes looks at the elevator beside you, but it was close and the lights above says its moving up the building.

Dismissing that matter, you shrug off your shoulders and walks towards the lobby to go ask for directions.

Sunghoon sighs and walks outside the elevator when he arrived the floor. The hallway was empty.

“What are you doing here?” his jaw clenches and his fist balled tightly at the sight of a man sat comfortably in the middle of the room.

He’s alone, at least here inside, and a glass of whiskey sat near him on a coffee table. The man smiles a little and opens his arms as a welcoming gesture.

Sunghoon furrowed his brows and kept his unamused expression.

“Is that how you greet your dad?” his Dad crosses his legs and gave him this stare.

Despite feeling so angry, Sunghoon grinned.

“Dad?” he scoffs. “Since when did you act like one?” his rude words pricks something inside Mr. Park’s chest, but he knew he was in no place to complain.

He took part on why Sunghoon became like this. He was part of his dark childhood that led him to be ruthless. He may feel sorry right now, but there’s nothing he can do about it anymore. All there’s left was to convince him over to do the arrangement and save him from any possible outrage of the Kwon family.

“Son,” he calls, tone longing.

Sunghoon face reflects disgust at what he heard. “Don’t you dare call me that.” he coldly rejects.

“What are you doing here? How did you know that I’m here?” his questions are full of suspicion for the older man. This isn’t the first time he did this, but its still so odd that he couldn’t help to not let his guard down.

“I’m here to talk to you.” he answers one of it, but leaves out one. It didn’t slipped off from Sunghoon and sure he isn’t someone to disregard it as well.

“There’s nothing to talk about with you.” he grunts, letting him know that there is no way he can expect him to cooperate.

He turns his heels and was about to head out when his father talks once again.

“Marry Luna.” his words were short and direct.

Sunghoon halt from his steps and the crease to his forehead disappears along the emotions in his eyes.

He slowly craned his neck to look at his dad.

“Didn’t Mr. Kwon told you what we talked about the last time he went to see me?” he smirks with no humor.

“Please, son. That is planned ahead even before you’re even born.”

“If you’re too desperate in making her marry a Park, why not you do it?” he suggests in complete taunt.

“Park Sunghoon!” his Father shouts.

Seeing his father lose composure and frustrated like this, sooths something in Sunghoon. It feels something accomplishing in some part of him. He smirks unbothered of his Father’s threatening tone.

“This will be the last time you and Mr. Kwon will bother me about this stupid marriage.” he states, back to being very serious. His eyes dark, almost mirroring his father’s.

“It will never happen. He can have a gun pointed at my head during the wedding and I still won’t say ‘I do’.” he smoothly puts his hands inside his pocket.

“Don’t make me do something you will regret. Stop pushing my buttons,” Sunghoon tilts his head. “... Dad.”

Mr. Park was lost of words. He felt shivers run his spine at how cold his tone was. He can’t remember when he became like this. What did he do for him to end up like the cold ruthless person he is right now?

His mind was occupied for a while before he snaps back to his senses. He sighed and rest his back on the chair before massaging his temple. He expects no easy way to convince Sunghoon into this. And as much as he hates how Mr. Kwon last resort of solution to their problem, he was left with no other choice.

He’s doing this for his son.

He fished his phone from his pocket and dials someone’s phone number. “Did you ask the lobby about a reservation under the name Aelia Choi.”

He waits for the response of his assistant from the other line. He received a tip that Sunghoon gathers info that the girl he’s searching for are booked in this hotel. He figured his son will come here to search for her so he decided to take the opportunity of talking to him.

“There’s none, Sir.”

His brows furrowed, a little confused. Disappointed for probably another false information. A part of him felt sympathy for his son, he’s been searching for her and still no concrete leads of her whereabouts. Another, felt relieved. He can’t comprehend what crazy things his son can do for this girl. He can only mean bad for him. If he’s this wreckless for her right now, what more if he found her.

“All right, ready my vehicle.” he commands and ended the call.

After asking for details and asking assistance for your ride to the city. Waiting patiently, your brows furrowed curiously at the sight of men in black appearing the hotel’s lobby. They aren’t that many, but enough to catch attention. Their black similar uniforms sure captures people’s curiosity.

The view makes you remember of a particular night of your life. It makes you nervous, pressing your lungs and light pinches to your heart. It wasn’t pleasant for you so you quickly glanced away and move towards a more isolated part of the hotel.

From a distance, you watch how they move in an organize manner. It was evident how disciplined and well connected they are to each other. Their built and postures sure insinuates how dutiful they are. It seems like they are there to protect someone. Someone very important.

Everybody went back to normal once they left the premises. You can hear some of them still talks about the said person that just left. Uninterested, you walks towards the lady at the front desk.

“Can I ask a room service once I get back?” you ask smiling. The lady returns and smiled warmly at you.

“Under what name of reservation?” she asks.

“Oh, under Mr. (boss name).” you pursed your lips as she tries to check something on her computer. Patiently, you roam your eyes around the hotel lobby.

You noticed another group of men wearing suits pretty similar to the ones from before. This time, you saw the man walking in between them. He seemed like a very powerful man. His hair perfectly fixed, some gray strands can be seen even from the distance but it didn’t make him look that old. If anything, he looks like a Dad of a very attractive offsprings.

You didn’t realized you’ve been staring too much. Thankfully, the lady at desk calls your attention. The moment you looked away, the man gazed at you. Both of you clueless about how each other will soon make a big change to your lives, missed the opportunity to meet due to uncertain timing

“What time will you be back for the room service, Ma’am?” she asked.

You gave her the time you possibly back from your errands. Thanking her softly before going on with your day, unaware of what lies ahead of you.

“Hello, Riki?”

He heard some muffled sound from the other line, “Yeah, hyung?” the younger one responds.

“I think there’s a rat in my men. They’ve been snitching on my Dad about my whereabouts.” he continuously says in a cold tone. He’s not yet sure if hes right, but what could possibly the reason of the unexpected appearance of his father?

He’s very strict on sharing infos of his life, specially when it involves about his search of you.

“I want you to find who it is and report back to me.”

“On it.” he replies and chuckles. “This is not free, hyung.” the younger one teased.

Sunghoon rolls his eyes, “Just send me the bill.” and he ends the call before resting his back on his chair.

He’s inside his private jet. He went straight here after the encounter with his dad. The pilot waits for his command to fly and go back, but for some reason he felt something’s stopping him.

The plan of searching for you at this place sure is already sabotaged. He hope what they received was just a false information or else he will make his Dad pay for missing you once again. He tries hard to convince himself that its also probably his father who tipped him so he can have time to talk. But he can’t get rid of the thought that you might be near him. It’s making him suffer.

He have no idea how many times he will feel this way in the future, but he doesn’t care. He will never stop looking for you, even if it means he have to spend his whole life hoping that you two will meet again without a definite certainty that it’ll happen.

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[red-might-be-dead]

hello hi here to force strange thoughts into your brain once again, this time about jrwi (wow who could’ve guessed)

been thinking about this for a little but it’s basically what i think some campaigns would be if not podcasts, i haven’t listened to some of the older ones so i’m sorry they’re not on here :(( if you have any ideas feel free to add them btw :DD

RIPTIDE!!!!! - really long animated series

not an anime though, no matter how much grizzly wants it, it would be an animation style where the characters could have very clearly different nose, face and body shapes, really pushing my riptide nose agenda here sorry, each episode would be like 20-40 minutes long and instead of coming out in seasons there would be massive gaps in between episodes, from 2-6 months long, to leave time for writers and animators to get stuff done (massive team of animators btw, i feel like it would be pretty successful)

PRIME DEFENDERS!! - comics

literally nothing else they could be, just really well made, well performing comics (i’ve already talked about this before you can stalk my talk tag if you really want to find it lmao), the comic company making them would be keeping well away from movies n shit btw

APOTHEOSIS!!! - i wasn’t really sure about this one to be honest

i had to ask my friend and she said anime which i don’t agree with but i can see it, i think maybe a short book series where each book is 150 - 300 pages and is about a different god they have to kill/a different episode, i think that works but if anyone has any better ideas please tell me :D!!

BLOOD IN THE BAYOU!!! - i hate to say it, i really do…

bitb would be a really long really good 80s horror book with strong homoerotic undertones, a satisfied fanbase and lots of active members in the community making fan comics, films, writing, theories and art ect… until well after the book came out……….. and then it would be made into the most egregious and awful live action movie you have ever seen, the most awful casting (like chris pratt as officer dudes….. throws up) and even worse sfx, oh yeah and the characters would be ruined and the story would become so butchered it wouldn’t make sense, they would do some shit like cut out becky so kian just kisses some random lady (removing both a really good and well written character and a layer of kian’s character that i think is super important) and make rolan really be an evil bug spy the whole time so rand has to kill him to save the town also add in a whole new sub plot that never existed like the rand family is secretly a long line of bug alien hunters or something fucking stupid like that and the entire fanbase would murder whoever thought re-writing the story was a good idea (ahaha can you tell ive been through something like this before ahahaha, character morals and motives being removed and whatnot ahahahhahahaha.)

anyways………

THE SUCKENING!!! - live action series

it would be well made though, unlike the bitb movie it would be its own original thing, have great makeup and effects also be well casted and well shot, well written, ect ect, it would bloody and gory and not suitable for people who can’t handle showing bones and organs all over everywhere, lots of shitty rip off merch would be made though and the fandom would be 99% gay little freaks (normal suckening enjoyers) and 1% homophobic straight white men who get mad whenever they see soda and emizel having gay sex on screen or whatever fag shit that biting thing was

again feel free to add your thoughts and ideas and shit in the reblogs it would be nice to read them :DD!!

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Kaveh and Alhaitham x sub afab reader <3

cw: explicit nsfw content, dubcon, threesome, anal, double penetration, degradation, praise, nipple play, unprotected sex, no plot, pet names, slight slut shaming, creampie, spitting, hair pulling, spanking (like once)

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Kaveh lets you rest your head in the crook of his neck while his cock is buried deep inside you.

“you’re perfect darling. taking me so well,” Kaveh muttered to you before pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. “keep being an obedient little thing for us alright…” he trailed off, rather focusing on groping your tits, pinching your cute sensitive nipples just to get a reaction out of you. your attention was caught by Alhaitham lining himself behind you. the tip of his cock rests at the entrance of your other hole.

as if he could sense your nervousness, Kaveh attempts to reassure you. “it’ll fit, don’t worry darling. just be good for me and Alhaitham,” he says between sucking hickies and lovebites into your neck and chest. Alhaitham rolls his eyes; he doesn’t quite understand why his roommate is wasting his breath showering you with praise. but he doesn’t care enough to let the thoughts linger.

Alhaitham pushed his cock in halfway. you try to whine at the new feeling but you got cut off by Alhaitham tugging your hair. “shut up before i fucking make you,” he growls next to your ear. he then pushes his cock in all the way, nearly knocking the breath out of you. although Alhaitham prepped your hole with his fingers and lubricant, it still felt like he’s splitting you open. but the pain melts into pleasure, feeling both your pussy and ass get ruined by the two men sandwiching you. all you can do is moan their names and claw at Kaveh’s toned arms.

“you’re such a fucking slut. you need both holes filled to feel good, is that it?” Alhaitham snides, admiring your fucked out facial expressions. he can’t help but fuck into you faster, wanting to feel more of you, loving the feeling of your hole tight around him, and wanting to keep you moan and whine louder.

“feeling good princess?” Kaveh asks. his cock hitting all the right nerves in your tight cunt, making you squeeze his cock even more. “mhm— feels s’good, K-kaveh—!” you babble out. your eyes were starting to tear up, so overwhelmed with pleasure. his blunt tip brushing just right against your gspot and his deep thrusts just bringing you closer to the edge. with your cunt and ass stuffed full, you can’t hold back your incoming orgasm. your legs stutter while your pussy spasms and creams around Kaveh’s cock. “yeah that’s it baby… let it all out. you look so pretty when you’re cumming on my cock” Kaveh kisses your lips once again, swallowing your moans.

“show some love to Alhaitham too, babe” Kaveh says, nearly chuckling at your teary eyes. ‘so sensitive’, he thinks to himself. you turn your head to Alhaitham. rather than kissing you like kaveh did, Alhaitham pulls your face closer and uses his thumb to part your lips. you were caught off guard and Alhaitham spits in your mouth. “fucking swallow it.” and you do. just seeing you swallow his spit drove Alhaitham over the edge. his thrusts increase in tempo chasing after his own release.

“fuck— just a little more… i’m going to fucking stuff you full with my cum and you’re gonna take it, understand that little slut?” Alhaitham grunts. “oh god— me too princess… you feel too damn good, gotta fill you up too,” Kaveh adds.

Alhaitham finishes inside your ass. his cum was so thick and filled you more than enough. he slowly pulls out to watch his cum seep out. Kaveh releases with a long groan. his cock spurting cum right against your cervix and filling your used cunt. kaveh gently pulls out and starts to kiss any scratches or bruises he left on you, mumbling a sorry against your skin. Alhaitham pulls up his pants, but before leaving you as a mess, he lands a slap to your ass just to see cum seep from your holes. “you look best when you’re fucked dumb,” he whispers to you while he holds you by your wrists.

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[formulaforza]

ahh happy 20th birthday mackyyyy <3 i hope i’m not too late for the sleepover but i would love a max one that’s along a friends to lovers vibe please 🥹

—jupiter

summ. it all comes to a head at a bar in austin, texas. title from this. 900+ words. rare mack x max crossover.

Daniel always knows the best places in Austin. That’s how you end up with the Red Bull former golden-boys; Daniel and Alex and Carlos—and the reigning champion (both of the world—and of the Red Bull Dance Moms pyramid) Max. Heidi tags along, too, and so does Lily, and while we’re in the business of people bringing their girlfriends, Carlos drags Lando along. It’s quite the sight, the eight of you in a half-full dive bar, sipping beer in a red leather booth and eyeing up the pool table lit by neon lights. 

Max is sat at the booth, a tear in the leather scratching against the back of his leg, watching on with a smile as you, Heidi, Alex, and Lily wrap up your round of pool. Your eyes light with excitement as you line up a shot, and Max can’t help but admire it—your focus and grace, each and every movement you make around the table fluid and confident. 

He feels a sense of pride and admiration—two things he has no place feeling—watching you. You pocket the ball like it was nothing, and then you’re winking at your opponents, dusting off your shoulder with a laugh and a sip of beer. He watches you intently, your smile forcing him to grin. 

“Max?” Carlos asks, voice horribly teasing and waving a hand in front of his face. It was like Max had forgotten he was at a table with his friends. 

“Hmm?” He hums, his attention back to the table. “Sorry, what?”

There’s a spattering of laughs amongst the guys, all of them more than acquainted with the familiar sight of Max’s longing—and the dreadful reality of your obliviousness. 

“Just wondering if you plan on letting your balls drop anytime soon,” Daniel retorts, a toothy smile on his face. Max rolls his eyes, drowns his silence in the neck of his beer bottle. Fuck you, he mutters, and it echoes around the glass bottle. “All of us have seen the way your stupid ass looks at her.”

“You guys read into things too much,” Max laughs, trying to shrug off the attention. “You guys read into things too much. We’ve been friends for so long.”

Across from him, Lando scowls. “Disgusting, mate. Just ask her for dinner and get it over with.”

“I’m sure he will,” Carlos adds, “as soon as Hell freezes over.”

His eyes land back on you, and even though he can’t hear you over the chirping of his friends and the lull of the bar, he can tell you’re talking trash while Heidi lines up the game-winning shot. He can’t help but think Carlos is right, that he never will make a move. 

He just. There is something extraordinary about you—your kindness and your smarts, the way everyone feels at ease around you, the way he feels at ease around you. He thinks that you are entirely too intelligent to not have caught on already, picked up on that fact after all these years that he’s always had this horrible affection for you—been disgustingly and utterly in love with you for as long as love has been in his vocabulary. You’re too smart not to know already, which means you don’t feel the same way, because if you did. If you did, this wouldn’t be a conversation at all and the two of you would be half-wed by now. 

The night continues on, and with every round of pool, every round of beer, his mind keeps wandering back to the conversation—to the teasing. He’s acutely aware of your presence, always, of your laugh in the seat next to him and the way you’re sat closer than you need to be. 

With every shared joke, every exchanged smile, every eye roll from his friends, he finds himself with a growing certainty. Maybe. Maybe, just maybe, this is the time to take his leap of faith. 

There’s never going to be a right time, he thinks. Not now, after all this time for self-doubt and destruction. There’s never going to be a right time to potentially destroy a friendship. Never, but especially not with you. 

It’s a few more rounds before he musters up the courage, now around the pool table as your teammate. You’re both watching Carlos coach Lando while he lines up a shot, and Max leans in closer. Instinctively, you turn your head, bring your ear to his mouth to hear what he has to say to just you. 

He wonders if you can hear his heartbeat, how horrendously rapid it is. If you could, you’d never believe it. “You know I love being your friend, right?” He asks, and you pull away to laugh, meet him with a funny look because of course you know that. He rolls his eyes at your contorted face and gestures for you to lean back in, so you do. “But, what do you think about going on a proper date?”

You pause, cue stick in hand. It feels like the entire dive bar holds its breath, even  though you know it’s only you and Max aware of the sudden crossroads put at your feet. That, in a dingy, dimly lit bar in Austin, Texas, with the smell of barbeque and beer and the sound of country music playing in the background, you and Max stand on the precipice of something new. That Max, faced with that reality, was finally ready to dive in head first. 

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[nolita-fairytale]

still into you | carmen 'carmy' berzatto x fem!reader | chapter four: sunday

summary: after returning home from new york, carmy has a surprise & a very important question for you.

warnings: swearing, no use of y/n, she/her pronouns, drinking & smoking, suggestive language.

word count: 4.3k

listen to: sympathy - the goo goo dolls | still into you (cover) - julia sheer | let's get married - bleachers | (playlist here)

a/n: this chapter has me screaming internally and externally. i'm not well. now who's ready for some early carmy x reader angst?! thank you to all who reblogged, commented, liked. i will keep writing and annoying everyone w my obsession for this man.

read: chapter three

Sunday

It’s early-Sunday morning by the time you arrive at JFK. You, Sydney, Marcus, and Carmy wait in the hellishly long Starbucks line because it’s the only fuckin’ thing available at the airport this morning. 

Fuckin’ monopolies, you think to yourself, begrudgingly. 

After ordering all at once, the four of you wait for your coffees. Your order isn’t the most unique – just a cafe au lait with oat milk, no sugar. The hard at work barista quickly makes their way through all four coffee orders, glad that they’re simple. As the order’s up, you watch the barista add the four cups – three hot, one iced – to the pick up station. 

“Christ, I need this,” Sydney grumbles, her head throbbing from a few too many drinks the night before. 

She’s exhausted from the weekend and knows she stayed out a little too late last night. This morning’s wake up call for the airport was less than pleasant, and she’s just glad that she can sleep on the plane. 

“Someone’s hungover,” you chide playfully. 

“Shut up,” she shoots back, earning a laugh from you. 

You look down at your coffee cup, immediately noticing that the name on the coffee cup is not yours. 

“Oh shit. I think I took the wrong coffee by accident,” you say, your face twisting a confused look. 

Carmy’s eager to rush to your side, taking the coffee from you, “Huh. Looks like you got switched up with… some guy named Sam?” 

He takes your cup of coffee, walking back over to the pick up station. There’s a man picking up a coffee cup with your name written on it in bold letters. Carmy chuckles realizing that you have almost the exact same order as this ‘Sam’ guy. 

“Excuse me. I think my fiance accidentally took your coffee. Are you Sam?” Carmy asks, holding out the coffee cup to the stranger. 

“Oh! I wondered why my extra double shot of espresso was missing from the-,” he starts, checking the label. “Yeah, this is it. Thanks for lookin’ out!”

Carmy gives the man a half smile, before jumping at the sound of Sydney’s voice, pitched louder and higher than normal. 

“Carmen Berzatto, something you want to share with the class? Did you just say FIANCE!?” Sydney practically shrieks, garnering the attention of the long Starbucks line adjacent to where you stand. 

“No fucking way!” Marcus exclaims, his voice booming as he grabs your left hand. “You guys are engaged?! Since when!!”

The four of you look around, noticing that your little outburst has earned an assortment of reactions from the various people in line. You’re blushing and Carmy’s face has turned a shade of pink that seems to spread all the way underneath the neckline of his white t-shirt. Suddenly, he feels overwhelmingly shy, as he focuses on not dropping either of your coffee cups. 

“I’m so sorry. We did not mean to disturb or alarm-. You know… what you guys got goin’ on this morning,” Sydney apologizes, her eyes scanning the coffee line. 

“But our best friends literally just got engaged!”

A few people in line are clapping, a few others turn to each other, whispering excitedly, while a few ‘congratulations’ are uttered in the direction of you and Carmy. 

“Fiance, huh?” you ask, under your breath. 

“Tryin’ it out,” he answers with a shrug. 

You can tell it brings him more satisfaction than he’ll ever admit – getting to call you his fiance – and Carmy can’t wait to be out of the spotlight as he quickly ushers you, Syd, and Marcus away from the airport Starbucks. As you head towards your gate, Syd and Marcus continue the berating for not telling them sooner. 

“So you guys were just gonna get engaged all privately and shit and not tell us?” Marcus teases. “Shit, man. That’s fucked up.”

“It just happened last night,” you defend yourself, before shooting Carmy a look. “And I didn’t know we were telling anyone yet.”

The blush that runs across his cheeks turns a shade darker, and you can tell that he’s completely and utterly embarrassed by all of this attention. 

“But where’s the ring? I thought you-?!” Sydney exclaims, earning a strong glare from Carmy that says ‘stop talking right now.’

“This is why we didn’t say anything,” he grumbles, cutting her off so that she can’t say anymore. As Sydney realizes she’s almost spoiled the surprise, she’s quick to course correct by laughing it off. 

“Ha! Yes, right, that’s uh-. Who needs a ring anyways?” she pivots, earning a laugh from you in response to her rather strange behavior. 

“The ring’s… a secondhand thought at this point,” you placate them, making sure your casual tone communicates your lack of expectation.  

Even though you feel like both Carmy and Sydney are being weird right now, you move right past it. You’ve never been one to need something physical to understand how much Carmy loves you. With your coffee in one hand, and Carmy’s hand in the other, you give him a reassuring squeeze. 

Ring or no ring, you were going to marry the love of your life.

*

By the time you make it home, you’re exhausted and so grateful that you had the foresight to take tomorrow off. You knew you’d wanted an extra day to prepare for the week ahead and a day to spend with Carmy on his day off. 

Carmy, your fiance. 

You get butterflies just thinking about it. 

After a long weekend of cooking, exploring – not to mention casually getting engaged – you’re ready to do fuckall for a day and a half before your work week starts. You figure out what you can push to tomorrow: grocery shopping, a few chores here and there. You find yourself curled up on the couch with Aioli, who seems like she’s genuinely missed you as she cuddles up to you. She bumps her soft head against your shoulder, before curling up into the sweetest little croissant next to you on the couch. 

You flip through your phone, scrolling through some social media app as you hear a chaotic rustling sound coming from your bedroom. Seconds later, Carmy comes bursting back into the living room, phone in hand. He looks worried, prompting you to ask:

“Everything alright?”

“Ffffffffuck!” he exclaims, frustratedly. “Just got a text from Fak. Emergency at the restaurant, babe.” 

“Shit,” you swear.

“I gotta take care of this,” he admits with a huff. 

“Right now?” you ask, unable to hide your disappointment that after fifteen minutes of being home, he’s already rushing back to work.

He shoots you a remorseful look before saying, “Yeah.”

“Can’t leave for the fuckin’ weekend without something going to shit,” he mutters under his breath. 

He knows he’s laying it on thick. 

“Okay,” you resign yourself. 

“Will you be home for dinner?”

“Think so,” he says, almost as a consolation. “I’ll shoot you a text when I work this shit out.” 

You nod in understanding. 

“I don’t have the energy to go to the store today. Thought I’d pick something up from the Thai place across the street we like,” you suggest.

“Sure,” he nods in agreement, urgently. 

You know he’s in a hurry, noticing as his eyes flicker from you to the door, then back to his phone. 

“Okay, last thing: I uh-, before you go,” you begin. 

You watch as Carmy’s face softens. He knows how much you were looking forward to spending the afternoon with him. He only feels a little bad about the fact that he’s totally pulling one over on you. 

“I’m gonna meet up with Natalie for a walk later. Are you… cool if I tell her?” you ask, checking in.

He waits a beat before nodding, “Uh. Yeah. She’ll probably kill me if we don’t.” 

“Right, and, our friends kind of told an entire Starbucks line at an airport so…” you reply playfully. 

He gives you a half smile and you can see he’s preoccupied with whatever emergency is happening at the restaurant. 

“Okay, that’s all I have. Love you, Bear,” you say, letting him know he can go. 

“Love you,” he replies, before leaving the softest goodbye kiss on your lips. 

And he’s off, hurrying out of your apartment like a bat out of hell. 

Only there’s no emergency at the restaurant. 

He just needed an excuse to get out of the house and get the ring. Your ring. He’s been blowing Richie’s phone up all day, every chance he had. Every moment he thought you weren’t looking, he’d send a string of texts to Richie: asking him where he’d be, if he could grab it at home, bring it to the restaurant. 

Carmy walks briskly towards The Bear. He wonders if his quick pace is a symptom of his nerves. Last night’s conversation had been so casual, and it’s not like you were going to change your mind. But there was something about doing it again – doing this properly – that made him feel antsy. 

When he arrives at The Bear, he enters through the back of the restaurant, marching right into the kitchen. He knows that the staff on shift should be prepping for dinner service, ready to reopen for dinner within the hour. 

“What’s goin’ on, Carmy? Thought you wouldn’t be in till Tuesday,” Angel says as soon as he sees Carmy. 

“No, yeah, we just got back,” Carmy says back, sending Angel a half smile as a greeting. “Just uh, pickin’ up something from Richie.” 

“He left for a few earlier, but… think he’s back? Think he’s out there,” Angel nods towards the front of house, before returning to what he was doing previously.

Carmy’s eyes scan the back of house before calling out, “Yo, cousin!”

Moments later, the taller, pure pain-in-the-ass of a man’s bursting through the double doors that lead to the dining area. 

“There he is! The man that’s been blowin’ up my phone all day!” Richie shouts back, making his way into the kitchen. “Thought I’d have to get a restraining order, ya fuckin’ lizard.”

“Do you have it or what?” Carmy snaps, getting right to the point. 

“Hello to you too, Carmen,” Richie replies. 

Carmy rolls his eyes as Richie glares at him. 

Richie’s face falls with a sigh. He’s not going to give his cousin a hard time – not today. 

“Yeah, ‘course I do,” Richie says, pulling the small box he’s been holding onto all weekend out of his pocket. 

“Jeff! How was New York, baby?” Tina asks, as she approaches the both of them. Her eyes widen as soon as she sees what Richie’s holding. 

“Oh shit.”

“Right?” Richie exclaims, with a rousing laugh. “Carmen’s finally lockin’ it down, T! Just like ya told him.” 

“Watcha guys lookin’ at? Hey! Welcome back, Bear!” Fak greets, interrupting the conversation by joining in. 

“This son of a bitch is about to be the luckiest man alive. Can’t believe the broad hasn’t left your ass yet,” Richie says, encouraging Carmen in the only way he knows how to. 

“Ooh let me see,” Fak says, reaching out to grab the ring box. 

Fak opens the box, seeing the shiny engagement ring, his eyes widening as soon as he realizes what’s going on. 

“Wow, Bear. You think she’ll say yes?” Fak asks, excitedly, as he hands the box back to Carmy. 

Tina glares at him while Richie shouts something along the lines of, “You really wanna put that in his fuckin’ head, you fuckin’ stroke?”

“First of all, I’m not a fuckin’ stroke. And second of all-!” Fak shrugs. 

“Uh, first of all. You are. And second of all, of course she’s gonna say yes you fuckin’ waste of space,” Richie interjects, protectively shutting any notion that you’d say ‘no’ down. 

“Very nice, Jeff,” Tina compliments, admiring the ring. She exchanges glances with Carmy. “Very nice. I think she’s really gonna like that.”

Carmy smiles at the sound of Tina’s approval. As much as he’d like to take credit for picking out a beautiful engagement ring all by himself, he’d asked Sugar to go with him a few weeks ago. She’d been surprised he asked in the first place, but he’d wanted to get it right, and knew he’d want a second opinion. It wasn’t till Sydney caught wind of his plans that she insisted she join in, adding a third opinion to the mix. 

Surprisingly, it hadn’t been a ‘too many cooks in the kitchen’ scenario – both his sister and his work-wife acting as his biggest cheerleaders. 

“Alright you fuckin’ replicants. Let’s get back to work,” Richie orders, shooing Tina and, especially Fak, away. 

He makes sure no one else is listening before he leans in, patting Carmy on the back a few times while he says:

“You got yourself a good thing. Proud of you..”

“Thank you, cuz,” Carmy replies, with a shake of his head. “And thanks. For holding onto this for me. 

Richie starts to back away, pointing a finger at Carmy, “Don’t fuck it up.”

Carmy shakes his head. 

He’s really going to try not to. 

While Carmy makes a quick trip to the grocery store before heading home to set up his surprise for you, you’re across town with Natalie. Not a bad alternative, you think to yourself. You’ve picked up a coffee for you, and a matcha latte for her, as the two of you wander alongside the River Walk. 

“I’m dying for a cup of coffee,” she whines, dissatisfied with the grassy green liquid in her cup. “This whole tea thing really isn't doing it for me and I can’t decide if I like or hate matcha so I just keep drinking them to see.”

“Yeah I-, I do not envy you. While I do really enjoy matcha, no amount of matcha lattes will ever hit like coffee,” you commiserate with your soon-to-be sister in law. “How’ve you been feeling?”

“Like garbage,” she exhales an exasperated sigh, woefully. “Don’t get me wrong. Pete and I have been trying to get pregnant for a while now, and I’m so happy…!”

“But I’m also exhausted and my boobs feel huge,” Sugar continues, and you can hear how tired she is in her voice. “The whole first trimester, I don’t think I slept through the night and I spent every single morning just emptying any contents of my stomach into the toilet. My clothes are starting to fit differently which is… well, it is what it is… and on top of it all, I’m seriously craving the strangest things.”

You chuckle, “Sounds like a nightmare.”

“Yeah it’s… it’s super weird. But enough about me and my swollen boobs…” she agrees. “How was New York? I saw some of the pictures on your instagram… it looks like you guys had a great time!” 

It’s the perfect segway for you to tell her the news, so you take a sip of your coffee, suddenly feeling a little nervous and also excited to tell her. 

“Yeah, so uh, that’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about,” you start, some of the nerves trickling into the way your voice sounds.

“Oh god. What’d he do?” Sugar asks back, instantly. 

You laugh, quick to reassure her, “No, it’s not like that! New York was… really great.”

You take a beat before continuing. 

“It was kinda weird too. I think… just because we have so many memories there, yknow?” you begin, a small hesitancy in your voice that Natalie instantly detects. She listens as you both continue your walk, coffee cups in hand. “And I think it made us both think… about what we want… from our relationship…”

“Okay…” she trails off, her ears practically perking up as soon as she knows where this conversation could be going. 

You stop your walk, turning to face her. 

“And we talked… and… decided that….”

“Carmy and I… are getting married,” you say, unsure of how you’re so cool and level-headed as you say it. 

“Shut up!” she exclaims, grabbing for your left hand almost instantly. 

“We’re not-, we don’t have a ring yet,” you’re quick to explain, as she shoots you a look. Her eyes flicker from your ring finger, then back to your face. She knows he has the ring, and the fact that you’re not wearing it right now means he didn’t bring it to New York with him. 

She’ll let him off the hook. Just this once. 

“That soft shitty bitch,” she sighs, with an eye roll. “I could kill him for not doing it for real but… I know it’s your style.”

“Right.”

“Oh my god! You and Carmy are getting married!!” she squeals. This may be the best news she’s gotten since she and Pete found out they were pregnant. “I mean. Took him long enough.” 

You roll your eyes playfully, “Sounds like we’re finally gonna be sisters-in-law.” 

“Finally!” she repeats with a laugh. 

You spend a little more time with Nat at the River Walk, before the both of you stop to get a snack. Sugar’s totally honest with how strange her cravings have been as you stop at a convenience store for pickle chips, a pop, and a pack of twizzlers. You decide to try her very strange combination of snacks, just to hold you over before dinner. 

As you make your way home, you notice that the days are getting longer. The sun is still high in the sky and it reminds you that summer is almost here. It’s wild to think about. Your trip to New York hadn’t just gotten into Carmy’s head. It’s had you in yours too. It’s strange to think that, this time three years ago, Carmy was but a painful memory: your best friend who’d just left town, your best friend who couldn’t bother to call you back, your best friend who had broken your heart because maybe, just maybe, you were in love with him. 

And now, thanks to a one week trip to Chicago that set it all in motion, you’re marrying him. 

You thank your lucky stars that he managed to work up the nerve to call you that Fall – that he managed to swallow his pride and ask you to come help out with this new restaurant he was working on. 

You take the long way home, enjoying your own company too much. You figure you’ll take a shower when you get home, change into your comfiest clothes, then head across the street to order dinner before Carmy gets home. You hadn’t heard from yet, which only told you that the emergency at the restaurant was most likely a big one. You expect for him to be gone most of the night, crawling into bed while you’re half asleep after scarfing down reheated leftovers. You weigh your options –  how you’d like to spend the night by yourself:

Trash TV. Snuggling up with Aioli. Maybe even doing a load of laundry. 

As you turn your key in the door, you hear a clamoring of pots and pans. 

But Carmy hadn’t texted you. 

He wasn’t home already, was he?

You push the door open, pulling your keys out of the door, before placing them into the dish that sits on the end table right by the front door. 

“Carm?” you question, as you hear movement in the apartment. 

You can smell the scent of boiling water, cured pork, and soon enough, you spot one of your clear, glass bowls filled with a tomato passata. The sight stops you in your tracks. He’s got his french-laundry-blue apron on, because, of course, he’d wanted some for the house too. You watch as he moves around the kitchen, his attention focused on chopping up half of a red onion. Carmy must’ve lit every single candle that he could find in the apartment and scattered them around your living space before you’d gotten here. 

Aioli seems transfixed by the revolutions of the vinyl Carmy’s put on as the record, perched on the windowsill next to your record player. The turntable slows to a halt, signaling that it’s time to flip it over.

You’re speechless.

“Carmy, what’s going on?” you ask, looking around the room. 

“Babe, can you flip the record over?” he asks, motioning towards the windowsill. 

“Uh…” you manage to get out, setting your bag down by the entryway. You make your way over to alcove, moving the needle back to its place, before flipping over the record. As you glide the needle back onto Side B, the sounds of Louis Armstrong boom throughout your living room. 

“I thought-, what happened at the restaurant?” you stammer through, watching him in your open kitchen. “I hadn’t heard from you I just thought-.” 

But you don’t have the words, feeling caught off guard, because whatever’s happening in your apartment right now feels big. 

Carmy reaches a stopping point, setting his knife down, and making his way to the sink to wash his hands. He’s not going to propose to you (again) while his hands smell like onions. Your eyes are glued to him as he removes his apron, before setting it down on the counter. 

“Surprise?” he says, almost apologetically. 

“Oh,” you say back, as if you’ve forgotten the entire English language. 

You’re not sure why tonight feels big, but it does. Maybe it’s because you got engaged last night. 

Yeah, maybe it’s that. 

But Carmy’s not one to make a big romantic gesture, so you’re not sure what’s going on. 

“Good ‘oh?’” he asks, his eyes wide as he stares at you. 

“Uh. Yeah,” you say, your words finally coming back to you. “I thought you weren’t going to be home till late. I-, I hadn’t heard from you so I guess I wasn’t expecting you to be home.”

He smiles sheepishly. 

“There wasn’t actually an emergency at the restaurant,” he states, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. 

He’s not sure why he’s nervous. He’d asked you last night and you’d said yes. 

But nonetheless, this feels different. 

“Oh,” you repeat. 

At this point, you’re not sure you’re supposed to be saying anything, so you wait. You examine the face of your very nervous boyfriend – fiance – as he looks down at the floor, his hands fumbling for something in his pocket. 

“You’re my best friend and the love of my life,” he starts, and he hopes you can’t hear that his voice is shaking. “And I-, well, I wanna do this for real.”

Carmy pulls a small box out of his pocket. 

“Woah,” you say, your eyes widening as soon as you see it. . 

“I know you already said yes, but… I didn’t have this with me. So,” he continues, his face red as he drops to one knee. 

“Holy shit, Carmy.”

You swallow because the way that he looks at you takes your breath away. 

“Marry me?” 

You can’t help it as tears spring to your eyes. He opens the ring box, and you gasp, seeing the most ‘you’ ring possible. This feels so different than his ask last night, and both proposals feel equally true to both your relationship. You reach for him, pulling him back up to you as you say:

“Yes, Carmen. And yes, again. Let’s fucking get married.”

And Carmy’s leaping to his feet, pulling you into the warmest, passionate embrace. You pull away, just far enough to grab his head and kiss him, pressing your lips to his even through your smiles and giggles. 

“Thank God,” he sighs, causing you to laugh as you pull away from him.

“Did you think I’d say no after I said ‘yes’ last night?” you ask with a laugh. 

He shakes his head, looking at the floor, “It just feels more real with the ring, you know? Speaking of.” 

And finally, he pulls the ring out of the box he holds in his hands. With your hand in his, he slides the delicate engagement ring on your ring finger, and you shake your head in total disbelief. 

“Carmy this is beautiful. Did you pick this out yourself?” you ask, holding out your hand to admire the ring.

“I… had some help. Syd and Sugar actually…,” 

You nod in response. Of course Sydney and Natalie had helped. And it explains the weird comments all day long about him not having a ring. 

“You did good, babe. So good,” you compliment, admiring the ring that sits so perfectly on your ring finger. 

“Yeah?” he asks. 

“Oh yeah,” you reassure him, grinning ear to ear. 

And finally, he leans in and kisses you, crashing his lips against yours. It’s then that you realize how nervous he is, his face hot with excitement. His lips move against yours, leaving a few long, passionate kisses before he pulls away slowly. His forehead is pressed against yours as he whispers:

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Taking a more playful approach you giggle:

“And I can’t wait to be Mrs. Carmen Berzatto.”

“Shut up,” he smirks.

“You love it,” you say back. 

“I do,” he declares. “I love you.”

Carmy sits you down, and you watch as he makes you an amatriciana. You know that food is the way he shows you love – the way he knows how to communicate. You’re practically blushing as you watch him create the sauce for the pasta, your eyes admiring your very hot fiance, and the stunning ring he’s just put on your finger. He smiles to himself, hearing you type away on your phone as he moves around the kitchen. You’ve, of course, gotta spread the word and let Sydney and Sugar know that you’re grateful for their help. 

As Carmy continues to make dinner, you find a good place to pause your ‘we just got engaged’ PR campaign. You turn your phone ‘do not disturb’ so that you can focus on just being here with him. It’s then that it dawns on you: you get to watch him do this for the rest of your life. Carmy, your best friend, with all of his little neuroses, all of his quirky tattoos, those brilliant blue eyes of his, and his tender heart that you’d protect at all costs… he’s yours forever. 

And you, his. 

And you think to yourself, that maybe, this was always how it was supposed to be.

fin.

*

a/n: while the story is done, there is a lovely bonus smut scene called 'it's perfect, chef' that picks up right where this chapter left off.

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chance encounters | pt. 1

character(s): Benny Miller, fem!Reader, (very) brief cameos from the rest of the Triple Frontier boys at the end summary: You've lost your way after losing your best friend in a tragic car accident. So, you go back to the one sport that makes you feel closer to him. word count: 1.9k a/n: This story is very personal to me and pulled from some real-life experiences (maybe not exactly, but still). I know I said I wouldn't write anything within this time period with April being such a very emotional month for me, but I've found that this story is actually helping me through my grief. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading 🫶 warnings: very brief mentions of grief (which will be a reoccurring warning) series masterlist | ultimate masterlist

“Benny Miller. I’m the owner and potentially, your coach,” the man says with a charming smile. He’s tall, broad, built, and you can’t help but notice his deep blue eyes. There’s a sense of comfort that you feel when you look at him. He’s dressed in red shorts and a white t-shirt with a dark cap placed backwards on his head and you can see the dark blonde curls peeking out from underneath it. “Welcome to Miller MMA Gym.” 

“Hi,” you finally respond, saying your name to introduce yourself. Your hand grips the strap of your duffle bag that was placed over your shoulder. You feel slightly out of your element even though this is your comfort zone. Fighting is your comfort zone. 

“Nice to meet you. Let me give you a tour of the gym and then we can sit down and go over your goals and everything else. Sound good?”

“That sounds good,” you repeat. “Thanks.” 

Benny spends the next twenty minutes giving you a tour of his gym and you can tell just from the sound of his voice that he loves this sport and he has put a lot of thought into creating a gym where he can share with other like minded people. There are black mats in the entirety of the building with thick, red outlines at the edges. There are about seven heavy bags lined up along the wall with an octagon cage towards the back of the building. The gym is small, cozy, and it makes you feel like it’s a place where you belong. 

“This is a really nice gym you got, Benny.” 

“I know it’s not as big as other MMA gyms. We don’t have all the fancy equipment, the extra free weights, but I like that it’s small. Plus, I don’t just let anyone train here.”

“Oh?” you ask, brow arching. “So, I’m guessing this is a bit like a consultation?”

Benny nods. “I want to make sure we’re a good fit. This sport…” he sighs. “I want people who are dedicated, who will push themselves to the limit, you know? I don’t want to waste your time and I certainly don’t want you to waste mine.” 

“Makes sense,” you agree.

He removes his sandals and steps onto the mat. You follow him and set your duffle bag down, your feet touching the cushioned mats and your gently bounce on your toes before you sit down in front of him.

“How long have you trained for?” 

“Never actually had a coach or joined a gym like this, if I’m being honest. My best friend,” you sigh shakily. “He used to fight, was an amateur though. He taught me everything I know and always encouraged me to pick up the sport too.”

“So, what changed?”

“He died.” 

Benny offers you a solemn look. He bites the inside of his cheek and nods. He knows grief all too well and he had known the minute you stepped into his gym that there was something lingering within you, something that you wanted to keep hidden. “I’m sorry.”

You shrug. You had grown tired of hearing that. Why would they be sorry? What could they even do about it? It simply frustrated you. “Anyway, fighting’s always been something I felt comfortable doing and I don’t want to join an MMA gym where it’s all ego and trying to one-up one another.”

“I’m glad you said that,” Benny adds. “I’ve been to gyms like that and I fuckin’ hate it. I mean, we’re all there because we love the same sport. It can get competitive and sparring can get really bad… Which is why I like doing these consultations before even making a commitment with someone. I don’t want my gym to be like those.” 

You nod, the corner of your lips lifting only slightly, but as quickly as it rose, it drops. You always had to catch yourself whenever you felt an ounce of happiness or relief. It didn’t feel fair. It didn’t feel right to be happy when your best friend was gone. 

“Well, I want to fight, Benny. Competitively. I don’t know if I can even make it, but I want to try. Fighting is where I feel most at home.” 

Benny smiles. You see his blue eyes light up. Then, he reaches his hand back out to you. “Well then, welcome aboard. I’d love to have you, and I’d love to train you and be your coach.” 

The happiness flutters in your stomach and you force yourself to ignore it. You don’t smile at him, but your eyes - your eyes have always been so expressive. Your eyes soften when you look up at him, tears threatening to spill over, and you reach out to shake his hand. “I’d love that, Coach.” 

“Welcome to the team,” he grins. “Let’s see what you got.”

—

An hour and a half later and you’re dripping with sweat. You’re leaning back against one corner of the octagon, knees close to your chest as you rest your arms over them, trying to catch your breath. Benny didn’t waste any time assessing your abilities, but you welcomed the distraction and for the last hour and a half, you hadn’t thought about your best friend. 

“We got one more round,” Benny calls out. “Get back up, let’s go.” 

You let out a deep breath and nod, standing. You shake your arms to loosen them, feeling the fatigue slowly begin to settle in. You glance at the time and see it begin to count down. Once the round begins, the sound of a buzzer filters the small gym and immediately, you bring your hands to cover your face, standing in an orthodox fighter’s stance. 

Benny holds out the pads and calls out the following combinations:

Left jab, cross, left hook! 

Double jab, cross!

Right front kick, double left round kick!

Throughout the round, you’re moving in the cage, staying light on your feet and never crossing them. You don’t even notice the way Benny’s smiling down at you, so proudly and full of hope. 

“Alright, thirty seconds left!” Benny calls out. He notices how locked in you are, how focused, and he hasn’t seen someone as motivated in a first session as you. It gives him hope that you’re actually serious about competing. 

Left jab, right body kick! 

1-2 punch, left hook, right body kick! 

Again! 

By the time the round ends and the buzzer fills your ears, you’re breathing heavily, sweat dripping down your temples and the sides of your neck. 

“Holy shit,” Benny chuckles. “You’re amazing.”

“My stamina is shit,” you say breathlessly. 

“We’ll work on that,” he smiles. “Great job today.” 

You remove your gloves and sit back down, leaning against the same corner of the octagon as you begin to unwrap your hands. You see the initials on your wraps and you’re brought back to reality. You bring your hands to stroke your dampened hair back and away from your face, redoing the hair tie to pull your hair into a tighter ponytail. 

“That was– It felt like home,” you admit, looking up at him.

Benny chuckles and extends a hand for you. You take it and stand up, following him out of the octagon. “I’m excited about you, about this partnership. I think you’re gonna be great.”

You look at the time and realize that it’s already way past the normal business hours and quickly, you grab your duffle bag. “I didn’t mean to keep you here longer than you needed to be. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Benny says softly then adds, “I just realized we didn’t get to the paperwork side of things.” 

“I can come in tomorrow,” you say, draping the strap of the duffle bag over your shoulder. “And however much it is, I’ll pay it up front.”

Benny’s eyes widen. “Whoa, whoa, wait–”

“I’m serious about this, Benny. There’s nothing I want more than to fight and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to do that.” 

“Okay, tomorrow morning. Ten o’clock sound good?”

“Sounds great.” You shake his hand once more and he leads the both of you out of his gym. You look up at the sound of another man’s voice and see three other men - all of different statures - greet Benny with a smile. You don’t spend another second sparing each of them a glance, just now wanting to get home. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Benny calls out. “And I think I’ve got a great nickname for you.”

You toss your duffle back into the trunk of your car and shut it closed. You look over at Benny and notice all four men staring at you, but Benny’s the only one grinning. The other three, you notice, are staring at you with a look of hesitancy and curiosity. You take note that Benny’s the taller out of the four, but there’s another one that’s only a few inches shorter. He’s just as broad and built, the same blue eyes, but hair much shorter and slightly lighter. Then, your eyes veer off to the other two, your eyes lingering on one man in particular with a Standard Heating Oil cap placed atop of his curls. The other man standing next to him is the shortest, but he has just as big of a presence as Benny. His hair is greyer, but you have to wonder if it’s due to stress or if he’s much older than the rest of the group. 

“A nickname is too soon, don’t you think? You don’t really know me yet, Benny.”

Benny shrugs. “Let’s just call it a gut feeling.”

“Okay, so what’s the nickname?” 

“The Warrior,” he grins. 

You chuckle. You actually let out a laugh and for months, you had almost forgotten what it was like to laugh. It’s ironic really, almost like your best friend was taunting you from even beyond the grave. He had always called you his little warrior after everything you had been through and how you had never given up, always willing to fight your way through difficult hardships. But now… Now you can’t even imagine fighting your way out of this grief that has taken over your life. 

Benny then looks over at his friends, not realizing that he had forgotten to introduce them to you. “We can talk it over. I’m open to other nicknames, but it just seems right for you.” 

“We’ll see, Benny.” 

“By the way, these are my–”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Coach.” You interrupt him, not bothering to spare another glance at the other three men. You climb into your car and start it immediately, pulling out of the parking lot without another look at Benny or his friends. 

Benny turns to his friends and shrugs. “She’s got potential,” he begins. “I think she can make it big.”

“You say that about almost everyone, Ben,” Santiago chuckles. “Is she usually that… standoffish?”

“She just lost her best friend,” Benny sighs. 

“Damn,” Frankie mumbles. 

“And you think that it’s a good idea that she fights?” Will asks. “Emotions and all of that–”

“I think she needs this,” Benny admits. “And we all know how it is to lose someone close to us.”

“Does she–” Frankie sighs. “Does she have anyone else to rely on?” 

Again, Benny shrugs. “I just met her a few hours ago, but something tells me that she might be alone.”

“Fuck,” Santiago adds. “Well, is she any good?”

Benny nods. “Like I said, I think she can make it big.” 

“Well, whatever you need, we’ll be here,” Will says, clasping a hand over his younger brother’s shoulder. “Now, should we all get out of here and go get some drinks?” 

Santiago grins. “Yeah, let’s.” He nods in Frankie’s direction and adds, “Vamanos.”

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Can you do Bela with a s/o thats very romantic but like theyre not gonna be like "only the best for my girl" with a rose between their teeth and a cheesy grin on their face but instead theyll do the cheesiest shit while bela js looks up half expecting the s/o to be js mocking her atp but theyre just.. deathly serious

(Sorry for my weird wording but i dont know how to use english grammar and im new on here)

Sure thing! Hoping I’ve understood it right! :)

Let’s get into it!

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Bela hasn’t experienced true romance before

Sure, there have been relationships in the past. As much is to be expected from a vampire-like being

Yet, romance itself is a strange and foreign concept to her, that mainly reminds her of her youngest sister’s choice of books

Every time she thinks of Daniela’s stories of princes sweeping their princesses off their feet, she rolls her eyes and mentally face palms herself

There is simply no place for romance in her life, she figures

That is, until she is with you

At first Bela is unsure whether you’re mocking her, or perhaps pulling her leg

Oftentimes she wakes up to notes on her bedside table from you, adorned with hearts and wishing her a good day, other times it’s poems or small lines. At other times again she finds the note containing praise and appreciation for her

She keeps all those notes, yet can’t help but feel as though you’re pulling her leg. What’s the meaning of the notes?

Then, sometimes, she finds herself staring at you in shock upon discovering you’ve drawn her a bath after a long day, yet out of the blue

She appreciates it a lot, and yet always stares at you wide eyed and in surprise at the dim light and candles set up in the bathroom

She especially loves it as you massage her in the bath. It feels so good

She can’t help but wonder why, though

At one point she is worried you’re dying- or perhaps assume that she is. The idea is silly to you, which makes her blush as you tell her so

Her golden eyes stare at you in disbelief when one day you walk up to her, out of the blue, and press a bouquet of flowers in her gloved, bloody hands

She looks at you like a deer caught in the headlights. Are you mocking her? No, yes, perhaps? She isn’t sure. Your behavior is so…odd. Yet it makes her chest flutter

Bela is left dumbfounded when you only peck her cheek lightly, stating that you had seen the roses at the Duke’s shop and thought their rich, red color reminded you of her

The day after she decides she must confront you. What are you doing?

…

Instead, the blonde finds herself blushing and tucked against your side as you read

She smiles whenever you turn the page and immediately remove one of your hands from the book to stroke her hair instead

It feels comforting and so lovely, Bela almost forgets her original plan

“Why are you doing all those things?”, she asks, perhaps a little too harsh judged by your wide eyes

She sighs. She didn’t mean for it to come out that way. Then, she tries again, calmer

“The flowers and notes and letters and baths and massages and breakfast in bed and taking me to the gardens- why?”

You stare at her, as if confused what she means

“What do you mean, why?”

Bela is caught off guard now. Wasn’t it obvious?

“Because I love you”, you add, then, as if sensing her dilemma

She frowns in confusion, and eyes you as you guide her back towards your chest, tucking her head just below yours

She hears your heartbeat, fast and loud. Excited, or perhaps nervous?

Her question is answered when you kiss the top of your head and explain your thoughts on romance to her. She listens, her fingers playing with a loose string of her sleeve

When you finish, you’re rewarded with a sweet, thankful kiss against your lips

Upon understanding, she feels foolish for believing you would mock and tease her

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Baby Impending (Austin Butler x Reader)

This is the first request I ever recieved on the acount and I can’t belive it took this long to write it... I am so sorry to the person who requested this, and I’m sorry for those who have been waiting to read it! I forgot to mention quite a bit of things you mentioned in your ask, which I apoligize for... but I am really happy with this outcome! I hope you enjoy it!

Description: Reader is pregnant during filming for her and Austin’s movie. After the movie wraps up, the reader throws one last party to bid farewell to her costars and to all the lovely people who helped on the film. This is where they tell everyone that they are expecting.

Requested by @a-bolanos​, check out the ask here!

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Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, baby talk?, fluff, cuteness, most likely spelling and grammatical errors.

Word Count: 2.4k 

Being an actor/actress has its ups and downs. Sure, you get to become a new character and play a role, but on the other hand... you become a target. Rather it's from fans, casting directors, assistants, etc. They wanted to pull every ounce of information out of you. You knew being a childhood actor would pretty much throw away any sense of privacy you had... well... that was until you became older.

You were able to hold a close grip on your privacy. Keeping away from all types of social media. Staying out of the public eye. To be fair, you spent most of your time at home, and you had no regret. When you were filming for a very popular tv show... Zoey 101 you met Austin Butler. Your current boyfriend. He was much like you where you wanted to keep your life private. He showed you his ways and you appreciated all the help.

The two of you have been together since, okay maybe... let's add some context to that. You met Austin back in 2008 during the filming of Zoey 101. You two didn't start dating until 2010. You guys have been in a pretty long relationship now, and neither one of you wanted to get married at the moment. Sure, you've been together for more than 10 years, but you two felt no need to get married... just yet. Then, one afternoon... the two of you received the most shocking news of your lives.

You held your eyes closed as you waited for those painful five minutes to pass. It seemed like hours... five long painful hours. Of course, that was just your brain talking. You kept glancing at your phone to watch the timer tick down. It was eating you alive, but... you didn't want the timer to end. You wanted it to continue forever... you didn't want it to happen. Not to mention you had to start filming for a movie soon!

As the time went off you clicked tapped the turn-off button. You looked over at the counter where the test laid and picked it up. One line... come on... just show one line.

Two lines...Of course, it was fucking two lines! Right when you had such a big role coming up! FUCK!

You tossed the test to the side and closed your eyes in hopes to stop any waterworks from happening. Of course, they didn't help and probably made it worse. Tears started to form and find their way out of your lids. You clenched the sink counter and sunk yourself lower to the ground. You let out a sob and whimpered. You couldn't believe this happened. I mean... hell, you two knew how to do safe sex. You took the pill! Austin always wore a condom no matter what- Hell were you two even ready to be parents?

There was a soft knock at the door and you jointed up straight. You sucked in a breath and wiped away your tears. Sure, it's probably easiest to tell Austin now... but you didn't even know what to do... you should tell him, right? Of course, you should tell him but right now? 

"Honey, are you all right in there?" You heard Austin's voice on the other side of the door. You took a deep breath and prayed that your voice didn't let you down. 

"Y-yeah." God fucking dammit! Of course, your voice would do that to you. It always did no matter what. It was how Austin knew something was always bothering you.

"Can I come in?" You nodded slowly, but after realizing he couldn't see you... you gave out a verbal answer. The door soon opened and Austin walked in. His dirty blond hair all messy. He walked over to you, wrapped his arms around your waist, and pulled you back against his chest.

"What's wrong?" You let out a light sigh and motioned towards the test. Austin looked over and picked it up. You heard his breathing hitch as he noticed it also. The two lines... the cross... clearly indicating that you were indeed pregnant.

"Oh- I mean... we got this... we got this." He said softly and held you close. You took a deep breath and let the tears fall. You were scared, Austin was scared... you both were entirely scared. What if you two were going to be bad parents? I mean... come on... You two aren't ready for this. Both of your careers were really popping off. Austin was filming Elvis soon, and you were... well now you had to take a break because you were pregnant.

"Do these look okay?" You asked Austin as you handed him an invitation. Austin took it out of your hands and looked it over.

"What's this for?" He asked in return, turning his gaze towards you.

"For our pregnancy announcement, and gender reveal. With the cast members since we're wrapping up today." You reminded him. You didn't take offense to him not remembering. Everything was all over the place since you found out you were pregnant.

"Right," he nodded and looked over the invite again. He nodded and hand you the invite back. "They're amazing."

"Really?" You asked with a small smile.

"Always," he smiled and kissed your cheek. "Did you want me to hand out some?" 

"Yes please," you nodded and split the invitations in half. 

The list wasn't that long. You were only going to invite the people that you two knew and were friends with. You weren't going to invite some of the people that worked on set that neither of you talked to. Plus, since you and Austin held such private lives, you didn't want the world to know that you two were expecting a baby. So, you invited those whom you trusted. Ones who wouldn't go behind your back to record or take pictures to post all over social media.

Once the final call was set out, the two of you went your separate ways. You finished recording your shots yesterday. Austin had to do a few more, and then it was a wrap. You were extremely thankful that you were still allowed to be apart of this movie. Some things had to be changed obviously... like your character was changed to being pregnant... but it all worked out. No one suspected anything.

With a short kiss goodbye, you guys went your separate ways. You hit the rounds where your closest friends were and handed them the invite. Some commented on your still wearing your pregnancy belly... boy if only they knew... but you were able to make up a cover story. It did take quite longer than imagined when handing out the invites... mostly due to the plot being so huge and everyone just being everywhere. You had to take a couple of breaks... which you aren't happy about but... you still got it done. 

So, once you got back to the trailer you plopped down on the couch and closed your eyes for a much-needed nap. Being pregnant was no joke. You felt bad not being able to do much, but Austin always told you that it didn't matter. You were using a lot of energy. Not to mention, you were doubling everything. It got rough at some moments, but it was all worth it.

You woke to your body being shaken lightly. You let out a hum and opened your eyes spotting Austin. You smiled and rubbed your eyes. 

"Hey, honey, you tired?" He asked and picked up your legs before sitting down next to you.

"Mhm," You nodded and moved so that you were laying on your back. Austin placed your legs back over his lap and rubbed your calves lightly.

"We can leave if you want. We got all our stuff moved out yesterday." He suggested. The two of you spent the past few days taking your personal items out of your shared trailer and it was a job... of course, Austin didn't let you do too much heavy lifting. 

"That sounds nice." You hummed softly. 

"Yeah?" He chuckled lightly, "so you could sleep in our own bed?"

"Yes," you nodded with a smile. He shook his head but held a smile just as you did. 

So, you two made your way off the lot. After turning in a few items of course. You two were surely off on that road back to your shared house. The party was early tomorrow considering so many people had to catch planes to fly back to their own homes. You also knew that... Austin will probably not let you help much. You'll definitely find a way to sneak into helping. 

The next day came way quicker than expected. You were being woken up by Austin and soon were pulled out of bed. Your house was already filled with people setting up the part. Decorations were going out into the backyard, food was being made for guests. Austin was down helping everything and honest... you could go for a big breakfast right now, and that's what you did. 

One of the nice ladies catering offered to make you some breakfast, and lord were you thankful. It was simple food, but it tasted amazing! No offense to your boyfriend's cooking, but it was amazing. It didn't take long until Austin noticed you were awake. He walked over to you and pressed a kiss to your head as you were munching away on your eggs.

"Good morning, Honey. You excited for today?" He asked as he pulled out the chair from beside you. You nodded and swallowed your food before speaking.

"I'm excited to find out the sex." You smiled softly. In all honestly, it didn't bother you. You couldn't care less about the sex, but you were still so excited to find out.

"So am I," Austin smiled in agreement. "Yet, I'm also excited to tell our friends and family."

That's right... you guys didn't even tell your families. You forgot about that part. You knew your sister would be overly upset, but once the guests started to arrive and see the decorations... they could most likely put two and two together. You did feel a bit guilty for not telling your family members, but your mother loved to share everything on Facebook. So, it was best that she didn't know.

"I almost forgot we didn't tell our family," you pointed out as you bit a piece of bacon.

"Yeah, same. I only remembered when I was handing out invitations. I texted our families once I was free." He said. So, he was the one who remembered to invite them? That's good.

"When does the party start again?" You asked, already forgetting the time you both agreed on. Pregnancy brain was really getting to you now.

"'Bout elven. I don't know how many people will show, but," he shrugged. You nodded and decided it was best to finish your breakfast and get ready. 

After you got dressed into a sundress that clearly showed off your bump, you made your way back downstairs where you could hear soft music playing. You smiled and made your way outside to look at everything, and it was everything you could have imagined and much more. There were pink and blue cupcakes... two little chalkboards where you could write your predictions. You walked over towards them and spotted Austin's name already down. 

He voted for a girl and you couldn't help but smile. You picked up your marker and wrote your name next to Austin's. A little girl would be nice... Especially if she was blond and had blue eyes. You just wanted a mini Austin if you were being honest. 

"Look at this gorgeous girl," you heard Austin's voice behind you. You let out a chuckle and closed the marker before turning to look at him.

"Hi, Austin," you smiled.

"Hi Honey," he replied and looked past you. He smiled once he saw that you wrote your name under girl as well. "I really like this dress. How come you've been hiding it from me?"

"Because I bought it for this party." You giggled and walked away, going to look at the other decorations. You guys didn't ask to bring gifts, mostly because no one would've known... so you had replaced that spot with a goody bag station. Inside were a few baby-themed items and a copy of your ultrasound. 

Before you knew it, friends and family were showing up and were... already excited. Rather it was because they noticed you first, or if it was the decorations that gave it all away. They were all so happy for you and Austin, and felt bad that they didn't notice earlier... and that they didn't bring anything.

"Uh, if we can have your attention." You called everyone over. Austin stood next to you with an arm wrapped around your waist.

"As I'm sure many of you have figured out by now... we are pregnant." You smiled brightly. "And well... it was quite a surprise. We appreciate each and every one of you showing up today. If you haven't already put in your guesses... please do so now. The reveal will be soon, once Ashley gets everything ready."

Ashley was the only one who knew about you being pregnant. She was also the person you went to when you had questions, considering she had a daughter of her own. You were also thankful that she was keeping this whole thing in secret. Of course, she shared with her husband, but she's been keeping it hush-hush per our request.

"Before the gender reveal... I want to do something first." Austin spoke. You looked over at him confused. What did he want to do-

"Y/n, y/l/n," Austin began as he grabbed your hand, and lowered himself down on one knee. You let out a gasp and felt your eyes water up. Goddamn pregnancy hormones, not now!

"We've been together for such a long time... and we've never felt the need to get married before all this... but... I knew from the moment I met you that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I never thought we would have a kid so early on, but... it's better late than never, and... I just knew you're going to make the perfect mom... bride... wife... that is if you'll have me of course." Austin cleared his throat and pulled out a ring box, flipping it open. So this is why he hired photographers...

"Will you marry me?" You nodded unable to speak. Austin smiled wide and stood up and was quick to pull you in for a kiss. Everyone around you clapped, all happy for you both. Elvis slid the ring on your finger and you finally got a close look at it. It was very simple, an oval-cut rainbow moonstone gem in the middle. It was absolutely beautiful and just looking at it... it brought the waterworks back. Not like you stopped crying anyways. 

After taking a few pictures with the photographers you two were back in the front ready for the main event. Ashley handed you both a cannon that hopefully had confetti in it and not power or smoke. A smile was plastered on your face, and you already felt your eyes start to water up once again. You haven't cried so much in one day.

"5! 4! 3! 2! 1!!!!!"

You and Austin both popped the canons and the sky filled with pink specks of confetti. You gasped and felt Austin pull you close. You were having a little baby girl... a sweet little girl. You buried your face against Austin's chest, crying out tears or happiness. Your life was surely fulfilled... and you couldn't be happier. 

You were getting married and having a baby girl.

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would you give me your self or turn and run

part three of three.

A month after he returns home, Penelope reaches out. She doesn’t call but she does reply to his last email, and while it means he can’t hear her voice and the contents are quite terse, it feels so familiar that Colin nearly cries.

I will hear you out. Where would you like to meet? -Pen

Colin’s father was a hopeless romantic, his mother always said so. He remembers when he was younger and fresh flowers filled every vase in their home rather than lying at the base of a grave. He doubts his father ever screwed up quite so well but he thinks it’s a good first step. So with a bright bouquet of daisies in hand, Colin enters the cafe near Pen and Eloise’s flat on a bright Saturday afternoon with hope flowing through his veins and keeping his heart pumping.

She’s there already, sat at a small table against a brick wall reading a book. She glances up as the bell above the door announces his entrance and their eyes lock across the space, erasing the other people and objects separating them. At least on his part. Penelope breaks the connection after a few seconds, looking down to slip her book into her bag. Not once does the smile he’d so often taken for granted grace her features.

Colin approaches, the hope taking a chill and slowing his heart with each step. 

“Hi Pen,” he whispers at the edge of her table. He’d imagined this moment all week. How she would stand and give him a tentative hug, maybe allow him to boldly kiss her cheek. Instead, she stays seated, staring up at him with a mask of indifference dulling her features. Ice fills his veins. “These are for you,” he says, awkwardly handing her the daisies and still standing like a fool.

One eyebrow twitches upwards, a crack in the mask, as she reaches out to tentatively take them. “Thanks,” she says, a hint of confusion drawing the word out. “Sit,” she adds as she sets the bouquet on the table. 

An uncomfortable silence settles between them as Colin sits and continues to stare at her, taking in the sight of her after so long, wondering again how it is he went so long without her. Her hair is down and long again, brushing the middle of her back in soft waves. She’s dressed down but carefully so as if she’d chosen her outfit carefully to appear careless. She’s effortlessly beautiful. Poets would weep to witness her.

“Do you want to order something?” She nods toward the counter. He breaks his stare long to enough to glance down at the sandwich and cup in front of her before taking in the long line forming and shaking his head.

“Maybe later,” he says dismissively, not wanting to leave her side now that he’s here. “I missed you,” he adds before he can question whether it’s something she’d want to hear.

She frowns. “What is this, Colin?” she asks. Keeping her voice level she tilts her head and licks her lips, her frown growing. “You bring me flowers? You say you missed me? You ignored me for months, do you know how stupid I felt continuing to send those emails?” The whole time she doesn’t let her gaze go higher than his shoulder but now she meets his eyes and he can see the depths of pain there. “You hurt me. It might not have meant anything to you but it meant something to me.”

“Of course, it meant something to me.” He fists his hands in the pockets of his jacket to keep himself from reaching out to her, sensing that it would be unwelcome. “Pen, I am so sorry, you have no idea how sorry I am.”

“Then why, Colin?” she nearly shouts. The rest of the cafe doesn’t pay any mind to them but still, she blushes and looks around nervously. “You said you’d explain yourself, so explain.”

He tells her about the napkin. He has to. He’s known since the moment he decided to move back to London that he would have to. The look of horror that crosses her face as he recites her words is enough to break his heart and his resolve. He reaches across the table and places a hand over one of hers. She flinches but doesn’t retreat. 

“Oh God,” she nearly chokes on the words. “Oh my God.” 

“Pen, I-”

“All of this time,” she interrupts, “I’ve thought that it wasn’t anything I’d done. Eloise assured me it wasn’t my fault. Wait,” she pauses, stealing her hand from beneath his, “does she know about the note? Do your brothers? Oh, God.”

“Of course not,” he swears, hurt she would ever assume he would do that to her. “I’d never break your trust like that.” He runs his hand through his hair and sighs. “And you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m glad I know, I just didn’t handle it well.” An understatement to end all others.

“You didn’t,” she agrees. She takes a deep breath and passes her fingers beneath her eyes though there are no tears he can see. “Why didn’t you talk to me about it?”

He suddenly wishes he had taken the chance to order something just so he’d have something to do with his hands. Instead, they shake in his lap as he begins his confession. “Because I didn’t think I could return your feelings, and that killed me. That I had the power to hurt you like that.”

She opens her mouth to say something, probably something of comfort knowing her and it’s the last thing he deserves. He continues, “I spent those six months trying to forget and just let things go back to before I knew. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I wrote you so many times but never had the guts to send them. I came to realize something though, the more time went by.”

Penelope stares at him from only a foot or two away, with big blue eyes shining with kindness and still a twinge of pain. He isn’t sure if what he has to say will make it better or worse.

“My feelings for you were never going to change, just as I’d expected, but the feelings I have for you, that I’ve had for so long now it’s like a comfortable friend I carry in my heart.”

“What are you saying?” she asks, confused more than hopeful, concerned more than angry. 

“I love you, Pen,” he says loud and clear, not caring if anyone around them hears, happy for them to in fact. He yearns to reach for her hands again, to touch the skin he’s spent half the year dreaming of, but unsure if he has any right to do so.

Penelope looks as if the world has turned on its axis and she’s trying to get her footing. She opens and closes her mouth several times, a world of thoughts swirling in her eyes that Colin wishes he could read but finds the handwriting illegible. 

“You’re serious,” she settles on. She knows him, knows he wouldn’t lie about something so serious, knows he wouldn’t say the words if he didn’t mean them. Still, he can tell she doesn’t believe him.

“I am.” He tries to fill his eyes with all of the love he feels, fill the depths of his soul with equal parts lifelong friendship and newly bloomed passion, and drop all of the walls he’s ever crafted around his heart. It must work because Penelope looks away, a sweet blush rising on her cheeks.

“This isn’t what I expected from today, Col.” Her expression is still unreadable. 

He’s suddenly struck by the thought that she might not feel the same way she once did. Was six months of silence enough to erase him from her heart? Had he lost that which he only recently discovered he can’t live without? His brain tells him he’s being melodramatic but his heart doesn’t listen and begins to bleed his feelings all over the cafe. 

“I know it’s a lot. I’ve had time,” he winces, “to come to understand my feelings but you haven’t. And you said you wanted to let the dream go, to stop loving me. Have you? Please, tell me if you have and I’ll-” He stops himself not knowing what it is he would do. 

“God knows I’ve tried, Colin.” She shakes her head. “But it seems that a lifetime worth of feelings, especially ones felt as deeply as mine, aren’t that easily thrown away.” 

The hope he’d lost since sitting down begins to thaw. His heart turns over in his chest. 

“I believe you, but,” she pauses, takes a sip of her long cold cuppa, gathering strength, “I don’t know if I can trust you not to run again.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I don’t want to be anywhere else,” he promises, knowing it's the truth.

“I don’t mean physically, Col. Although, honestly we all have wondered how long this decision to come home will last. But I mean emotionally. How do I know you won’t shut me out again? I don’t think I could handle that.”

He wouldn’t do that, would he? He’s never been in a relationship, he isn’t sure how he’ll react to things. He wants to think he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her again but what if he does? Does he even deserve a chance with her?

“So where does that leave us?” he asks somewhat pathetically. 

“I don’t know. But I’ve missed you too. So maybe we start with getting our friendship back and then,” she pauses, not wanting to promise anything, “and then I guess we’ll see.”

Pen, I know we’ll see each other again in a few days. I know it’s only been a few hours since I saw you last. But you said we should rebuild our friendship, and this is the best way I know how to do that. We’ve been friends for a long time, but it all really started with these letters didn’t it? So I hope you’ll indulge me. You also said you wondered how long I’d stay in London. Well, I truly mean it when I say I’m done traveling. Maybe not forever but never for so long. I’ve missed far too much of all of your lives. I intend to be a more permanent part of them from here on out. xx Colin

The flat is too big for just him and his one bag of belongings. Kate and Sophie, who had helped him by recommending their shared realtor, assure him that once he furnishes the place and buys the essentials it will feel much more homely. For now, it takes him a little over half an hour to move in his duffle and the few boxes full of things he’s chosen to bring over from his childhood bedroom. The whole thing is sort of depressing, sat at his feet in the wide open space.

Penelope, having offered to help him shop, wanders between the rooms and Colin finds himself hoping she likes it even if he isn’t sure how he feels. 

“This view is amazing!” she calls from the bedroom. The knot in his chest loosens but stays entangled around his heart like a noose ready to tighten again at any given moment. Today is going to be exhausting. 

Her face, sporting a large grin, appears around the doorframe before the rest of her body follows. “It’s great, Colin. I can really imagine you here.”

“I’m glad you like it,” he says, honestly. Her smile turns shyer, more private, and he really wants to kiss her. Before he can say anything to distract from that urge, his phone starts ringing. A quick glance shows him Anthony’s name and so he excuses himself to the relative privacy of the hallway outside the front door. “Hey, Ant.”

“Do you know how many features prams have these days?” Anthony begins without preamble. 

“Can’t say that’s something I’m aware of, no,” Colin responds, amused. “I would think Kate would be on top of the research for that though.” Kate is the most organized person he knows, even more type A than Anthony. Truly a perfect match.

“She is,” Anthony grunts, “but she asked for my opinion and I can’t just wing it.” 

“No, of course not,” he says thoroughly amused at his eldest brother’s distress. He tries to conceal it from his voice. “Why don’t you start with the safety ratings and go from there?”

“Safety ratings.” Anthony sighs deeply. “Right, yes, I’ll do that.”

“When are you going to tell everyone else? Not that I mind these panicked new father phone calls,” he adds. Anthony had confided his and Kate’s happy news on a whim while trying to cheer Colin up before his reconciliation with Penelope. He’d been honored to keep their secret but it has been weeks now. 

“Soon, soon,” Anthony says, distracted, probably already reading up on prams again and forgetting he’s on the phone. “Thank you, Colin. And congratulations again on the new place,” he focuses back on the call, his words heartfelt. “Today’s the big day, eh?”

“Not that big.” Colin basks in the glowing feeling he is newly bathed in at his brother’s pride. The knot in his chest unravels further. “More anti-climactic than anything. Pen’s here though, we’re just about to head out and buy some things to fill the place up.”

“Ah, of course.” There is a teasing lilt to his words that Colin chooses to ignore. “Well, I’ll let you get back to Pen. Make sure she tests out the mattress too before you buy it.”

“Goodbye, Asshole.” Colin is blushing as he slips the phone back into his pocket. He brings his cold hands up to the burning skin before going back inside his new home. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” It takes a moment to take in what he’s seeing but when he does, his face burns for a whole new reason. His words echo through the cavernous apartment and startle Penelope into almost dropping the journal she is reading pressed against a window. 

Instead, Colin marches toward her and rips the notebook out of her hands. He closes it before he can see which volume she’s had her eyes all over. His voice gets louder as he continues, “you have no right to look through this! Did you go through my bag? Find anything else to your interest?”

Penelope pushes off the wall and steps up to him, seemingly even shorter than usual as she pokes her finger into his chest, trying to appear intimidating while her voice drips with guilt. “I’m sorry, but do not yell at me.” Her big blue eyes flash with warning. Colin swallows the words he wants to scream. 

“Your bag fell over and it fell out. I was just picking it up and then, yes, I read it. I’m sorry,” she repeats, crossing her arms across her chest. “I thought it was a journal at first, which of course I shouldn’t have been reading, but I had no idea you were a writer.”

“What are you talking about?” he asks, confused yet still vexed. His whole body is tensed, pressure building as if he were a rocket about to launch.

“It’s a book, isn’t it?” Her confidence wanes and she deflates. “The prose is beautiful even if there are no real transitions, and some sections would need editing of course, but,” she pauses, biting her lip and staring up at his face. “It’s not a book?”

“It’s just a journal,” he says, sounding more like a question than a statement. The warm rush of anger is slowly draining out of him though it lurks nearby ready to strike again. “You thought it was a book?”

“I think it could be,” she confirms. “I’d bet that bag is full of these isn’t it?” He nods and she smiles, reaching out for him tentatively. Reluctantly, he takes her hand in his, the one not gripping his journal in a protective death grip. “I’ve always thought your writing was beautiful, your emails I mean. It was like I was there with you every time. I thought about suggesting you write a travel blog but this, this could be something so much more, Colin.”

He closes his eyes, trying to get a handle on the emotions at odds with each other in his mind. Residual irritation and confusion make way for pride and hope. This could be something. This could be his. If Penelope believes in him then, maybe, he can start to believe too.

…I reread that first email all of the time. Have I ever told you that? It meant so much to me that you would think of me let alone take time to write. But you have always been thoughtful and kind in that way. I miss my father sometimes. It’s odd how some memories don’t surface until after the person in them is gone. He used to buy me chocolates every time he traveled for work when I was younger. Switzerland, France, America, no matter where he went he always found the best chocolates and would slip them to me when my mother and sisters weren’t looking. Always with a cheeky wink. We never spoke about it but it was our little secret. Then he stopped. I don’t know whether he forgot or if my mother’s worries about my weight got to him but one day he came home empty-handed and didn’t even look my way. A good piece of chocolate makes me cry these days….

Colin falls into a routine: wake up, type up his old journals and edit along the way, have lunch with one of his siblings, more editing, and then, the best part, share that day’s progress with Pen when she comes over after work. She’s taken to bringing a bright red pen that she uses to make copious amounts of notes even as she speaks them all aloud, her critique at times harsh and others glowing. She’ll make a great editor one day. He tells her so.

He tells no one else about the memoir. He still can’t believe he’s done something worth writing a memoir about, never thought of his aimless wandering as a story someone might want to read, never thought of his mindless scribblings as real writing. He doesn’t think of himself as a writer, an author, most days. An imposter behind a computer screen seems a skin he fits better. 

It’s his father’s birthday and the first time in two years that he’s been present for the luncheon his mother puts on in his honor each year. It’s the event he’s felt the guiltiest about missing during his time away from home and this year it feels like mum has pulled out all the stops. 

All the usual suspects are present, but no one else seems to question Kate’s sister, Edwina’s, presence, except Pen who leans into his side on the couch and whispers her surprise in his ear. Colin doesn’t respond, simply wraps an arm around her shoulders and searches out a nervous Anthony to confirm his suspicions. Pen leans closer and lets it go, warm and happy at his side. He feels more than one pair of eyes on them but ignores his family’s nosiness this once and listens in on Pen and Pippa’s quiet conversation. 

A few minutes before lunch is set to be called, Anthony and Kate walk to the center of the room and call for the room’s attention. Colin faces his brother and sister-in-law but his eyes glance toward Edwina only to find her already looking at him, a mischievous grin on her face that he instantly mirrors. He should have known. A moment later everyone is on their feet, cheers ringing out across the room and the competition for who can reach the happy couple first begins. 

It strikes Colin that this is one of those moments he might have missed, a moment that would have been relayed to him over the phone later while he sat an ocean away, a well of longing in his gut. Being home is so much better.

…The first girl I ever kissed was Emma Baxter. It was terrible. Most likely my fault but I like to think she was just as nervous. Our lips were dry and our teeth were sharp where there shouldn’t have been any. Our noses didn’t brush tenderly so much as smash up against each other. It lasted maybe twenty seconds before she ran off and I don’t think we ever spoke again. You may wonder why I’m telling you this. I was just thinking that I could be called a scholar in Penelope Featherington. I like to think I know pretty much everything about you at this point, but what I love is that there are always more things to learn. One thing I don’t know is who was your first kiss. All I know is I hope that I’m your next….

Lady Danbury Publishing House, where Pen works, passes on his book. He’s not all that surprised but it still puts a pit of dread in his stomach that he falls into over and over again like a cartoon character as he wades through the rejections and waits to hear if anyone wants to publish his book or if he really is a charlatan.

Finally, nearly a year after he came home, nine months after he began this crazy journey, both a lifetime and no time at all, his agent calls with the news. A small up-and-coming indie house he’s never heard of has jumped on his manuscript. They say words like sensational and instant hit but all that Colin remembers is Penelope’s radiant and knowing smile across the booth in the dimly lit restaurant where he’d taken the call. He kisses her that night. 

“To the new darling of the publishing world,” Penelope says, lifting her champagne flute high in the air, already a little tipsy. They’re back at his flat, sitting on the couch she’d helped him select. 

Colin smiles, shaking his head. He clinks glasses with her even as he calls her ridiculous. His own buzz vibrates beneath his skin, gooseflesh rising on top as he watches her happily sip her drink. A loose curl has broken free from where her hair is pulled back and he’s reaching out to tuck it behind her ear not even wanting to stop himself. Pen’s smile softens and she sets her glass on the coffee table before curling up against his chest. 

He holds his breath, letting her listen to his heart as it plays a symphony just for her, cracking his ribs open to find its path to hers. Slowly, silently, he uses a finger under her chin to coax her until their faces are only inches apart. 

“Pen.” Forcing air back into his lungs, he releases her name on a sigh. He watches as realization blooms across her face, breathing color into her cheeks and a fire in her eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” she whispers, a longing that reflects his own in her voice. 

For all their waiting, neither rushes the moment. Penelope presses her lips together to wet them and Colin uses his thumb to tug her plump bottom lip back out, running the pad back and forth across it, feeling her breath hot against his skin. All of his senses are on high alert, catalouging every detail, committing every second to memory. Perhaps he’ll write about it later. 

Infintesimly slow, he leans down until their lips are touching but once he’s gotten a taste, desperation prevails. Like a fog dissipating in a fresh rain, everything inside of him becomes clear. He’s known he loves her. He believed that fact. But facts are nothing when faced with feeling and now he knows that he was meant for Penelope Featherington. He was put on this earth to love this woman and he would do so for as long as she will have him.

…When one dream comes true the human mind has the ability to dream another. I think that’s one of the most remarkable things about us. You were my dream for so long Col and I can’t wait to see what is next for us….

One Year Later

One thing about having a large family, you get used to being in a crowd. 

The bookstore is full to capacity, a large portion of that being his highly supportive family. Even Greg and Hyacinth are here, someone else is Facetiming Frannie, and Augie and Edmund are running amok much to their parents’ frustrations.  

After his reading, he is escorted to the signing table. The line, winding around the shelves, is intimidating and exhilarating in equal measure. He listens to his publicist as she reminds him for the millionth time on how to keep the line moving. 

“Colin,” his mum says, her hand placed on his shoulder. He turns to face her. “Gregory, Hyacinth, and I are going to leave. I just wanted to tell you again how proud I am of you.” Her eyes are watering now. “You’ve finally found your place.”

He leans down to kiss her on the cheek, blinking back his own emotions.“Thanks, Mum,” 

He speaks a little to everyone in line. It’s weird calling them fans, he prefers admirers or better yet, fellow wanderers. Yes, he’s missed meeting so many new people, each with their own story or questions. He’s doing a poor job at being efficient but he’s having too much fun to care.

As the signing progresses and the crowd dwindles, the rest of his family make their leave as well, always stopping by for a quick hug and another hurried ‘congratulations’ until only Pen remains. 

He finds her tucked away in the romance section buried in a new book, her feet pulled up on the chair beneath her. The harsh lighting of the bookstore bounces off of the ring on her finger and he stands there watching her for far longer than he probably ought to with a silly grin on his face. He’s the luckiest man in the world. It’s never lost on him that there would be no book without her. There would be no stories without her. He would have probably remained a lost eighteen year old boy without her. 

“Ready to go?” he asks, softly. She holds up a finger for him to wait as she finishes her page and he rolls his eyes fondly at the familiar gesture. Once she’s done, she looks at him with a tired smile and stands. He follows her to the checkout counter so she can buy her book and they exit the store arm in arm into the cold London night air.

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Anonymous: Hello! I was wondering if I could request something along the lines of student! Reader and professor! Donna having a one night stand (they both agree that they shouldn't really continue a relationship (despite them both wanting to)) and then later Donna announces that she's pregnant. The reader kinda thinks nothing of it until Donna looks them in the eyes after she is done with the announcement. Then after everyone leaves reader goes up to her and asks if the baby is theirs, Donna starts to break down because she didn't know how to tell them and that she felt guilty about it. Then reader comforts Donna and basically tells her 'i want this' (also sorry if this is like way too much or like out of your comfort zone)

This is a really good prompt. I’ve already written something where Donna is Y/N’s art professor, read that here! But, I left it pretty open-ended so I’m just going to add onto that. Reader, as usual, is gender neutral. Let’s get into it!

The date you had gone on with Donna with was… Magical. She is so sophisticated, but also very sweet. She’s everything you’ve ever wanted. That night was also quite… Steamy. You couldn’t help your attraction to her. You made the first move and gave her a quick kiss.

Donna kissed you back.

Your chemistry was undeniable.

The next morning, however, you could tell Donna was upset. You leaned over to kiss her in bed. As you got a better look at her face, you discover that she had been crying.

“Y/N… I can’t do this. You’re my student.” She says sadly. Honestly, she knows she is really just pushing you away because she’s scared. She likes you and could see herself falling for you… She’s never felt like this before.

Your heart is… Crushed. You’re already catching feelings. You beg her to change her mind, but she just tearfully asks you to leave.

Seeing Donna now is too painful. Even just catching a glimpse of her from across the quad is excruciating. You want her and it sucks that you can’t have her. You thought about transferring out of her class, but it’s too late in the semester. You decide to keep things as brief as possible in your art class with her. No pleasantries, no smiles… You also sit in the very back of the classroom now. You know that if you open yourself up at all to her, you’re just going to pathetically ask her to take you back and make a fool of yourself.

You need to just fucking graduate and get out of this school. You’re in the first half of your senior year, so you only have one more semester and you are done. You can do this. You just have to wait it out.

Unfortunately, by the time class registration rolls around… You still need a humanities course to graduate and the only available class is with… Donna. Fuck. This is gonna hurt.

Meanwhile, Donna is dealing with her own problems. In addition to being heartbroken about you, there’s been a completely earth-shattering revelation that’s come up. Not long after you two had spent the night together, Donna begins feeling incredibly exhausted… She’s sluggish and sick almost all the time. It’s all she can do to get up in the morning and spend time with Angie before she leaves for work. Finally, Donna decides to see her doctor and the diagnosis is… Life-changing. She’s pregnant. With your baby… She should have realized her symptoms sooner. She was pretty much always sick when she was pregnant with Angie.

She hates how happy she becomes when she thinks about having your baby. It… Tickles her, actually. She really does love you (Made a lot more apparent by your time apart from each other). But, she feels guilty. She doesn’t want to tie you down with a baby if that’s not what you want. You’re just about to graduate. You have your whole life ahead of you.

Initially, Donna decides that she won’t tell you. After all, what are the chances of you two bumping into each other on campus? But… Then she discovers that you’re taking another one of her classes. You either enjoy getting in her head… Or this is just a necessary evil for you to graduate. She can’t tell which reason she would hate the most. After agonizing over what to do, Donna comes to realize that she can’t possibly teach you three days a week without telling you that she’s having your baby.

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After winter break, you are nervous. You saunter into your first class back with Donna and decide to sit in the back, as has become routine. You’re relieved she’s not here yet. It would be torment to be alone with her knowing how lovesick you are. More students flood in and you find out that you have some friends who are taking this course as well. You happily chat with them and goof off a bit before class starts. You’re thankful for the distraction.

Finally, class starts. It’s uncomfortable for you both, but it (Eventually) ends. Donna highlights the syllabus and points out notable dates. However, before she dismisses her students, she informs them that she will be taking maternity leave later in the semester and that a substitute will take over at that time. She gives you a pointed stare as she announces this.

Your eyes go wide in panic.

Donna can see the terror on your face. She knows first-hand how startling such a realization can be. She almost starts laughing sympathetically at your understandable reaction, but she chooses to keep a more neutral expression.

You wait for everyone else to file out of the room before you go up to her. Your knees are weak as you approach her. What if it is yours? That would… Be pretty great. You don’t want to make assumptions, though. Maybe she met somebody. Dammit. That thought makes your blood boil. You couldn’t take it if that’s the case.

As you get closer to Donna, you find that just being near her is making you feel better. It’s like you’ve been stranded in a desert with no food or water and happened upon an oasis. You’ve missed her greatly. As you take in the sight of Donna… You can see that her cheeks bear a healthy glow. Her hair is so shiny right now, too. Everything about her is radiant. Motherly… This suits her. Your eyes can’t help but look down at her tummy. Now that you’re focusing on it, you can see a small bump. Fuck… This is definitely for real.

Donna bites her lower lip and clasps her hands nervously which draws you out of your staring. What will you say? She braces herself for screaming and yelling.

After keeping your walls up for so long… You wrap your arms around her. Whether or not this baby is yours… You can’t imagine your life without her. You’re praying she will reconsider a relationship with you.

Donna gasps at your affection. She buries her face in your shoulder, feeling safe. She’s never felt more secure, truthfully.

You pull back and look her in the eyes. “Donna…” You say and brush a lock of her hair back.

Donna can see the unspoken question on your face. She nods wordlessly at you, hoping you won’t be upset.

At Donna’s confirmation, your face breaks into a wide grin. “You’re… Having my baby?” You ask quietly. Hoping you understood correctly.

Donna can’t help but giggle at how excited you look. “Yes, Y/N.” She says. “But, I don’t expect you to-”

You immediately hold her closer. “A baby?! Wow!” You exclaim as your brain processes this news.

You are so joyful. Donna… Wasn’t expecting this. Do you… Want this? With her?

You carefully bring Donna in for a kiss. What a great gift she’s given you. “Please, Donna. I… Love you. I want to be in this baby’s life… I want you more than anything.” You plead.

Tears well up in Donna’s eyes. Your request is so pure. You truly love her and want to take this huge leap of faith with her. She kisses you once again. “Y/N… Cara mia. Are you sure?” She asks you, placing your hand on her stomach. “This is… A big decision.” She tells you.

You rub her tummy and smile back at her. “This is what I want. I love you, Donna. I need you.” You answer. Life without Donna is simply not an option. You will do anything in your power to be with her.

Donna gives you a breathtaking smile before adopting a mischievous smirk. “I hope you understand that your grades will be affected by my ever-changing moods and cravings.” She jokes. “That’s your own fault.” She teases.

You laugh. “Well, I hope I might be able to sway your decisions with lots of food runs. I’ll get you anything you crave, Professor.” You tell her with a wink.

Donna giggles back. “I just might have to take that into consideration.” She says with a smile. “In fact, you could get some extra credit right now if you take me to lunch.” She says, quirking an eyebrow.

“Fuck yeah! I’m down!” You cheer.

Donna tuts playfully at you. “Y/N, watch your language in front of our little one.” She scolds and cradles her stomach.

Your heart flutters at hearing Donna say “Our little one”. You and Donna did this together. It feels… Perfect.

Note: That was a fun prompt to write! I hope you enjoyed!

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