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srgntjamesbuckybarnes · 11 months

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The List (1)

Summary: When a hit list spreads around New York, Bucky’s ex-wife is the only one with any information.

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Mafia Bucky Barnes x Ex-Wife Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: Not Beta’d. I was going to conclude this with an actual ending, but it was getting long so I’ll let the readers decide how it ends. If enough people are interested, I might do a part 2. Comment if you want a part 2.

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Chapter 1

Rumors spread through the underground of New York like the plague. Four murders of New York's most elite in the past 72 hours. Floating around the city was a list of names, a hit list for anyone involved with the mafia. Bucky was no stranger to a threat on his life. Being a mob boss, he constantly walked a thin line, a trapeze artist always one slip away from falling into the hands of death. Bucky had the resources and power to not be taken out so easily. If his name was on the list, he’d be toward the end, but no one knew home long the list was or who was on it. His team had spent the past 3 days searching the city for any information on the list. He had to know who was on it.

“Mr. Barnes, sir,” Peter Parker stammered, catching his breath in the doorway. Peter was a prospect, a good kid with a good head on his shoulders. Bucky couldn't understand why such a gifted kid was so eager to join the mob. Regardless, Bucky couldn’t be happier to have such potential, but the kid picked the wrong time to join them. “We have a lead.”

Bucky’s head snapped up from his desk. He had been engrossed in his own research on his laptop that he had forgotten about his men’s quest. Peter’s spine went rigid under the mob boss’s intense stare. He had yet to get used to it. Peter was certain that was why Bucky’s right-hand man, Steve Rogers, had sent him to retrieve Bucky. Well, that or it was part of Sam Wilson’s attempt at a joke to haze the new guy. Either way, Peter had been a fan of Steve growing up. Steve usually was the face while Bucky worked in the shadows, which only made Bucky more intimidating to Peter. He respected Steve though which is why he found Bucky without hesitation.

“Follow me, sir.”

Standing abruptly, the chair Bucky had been sitting in crashed into the wall behind him with a loud bang. He smoothed his rough palms down the front of his pristine white shirt before straightening his black suit jacket. Without a word, he extended his hand behind Peter, encouraging him to lead the way.

Peter anxiously peered over his shoulder the entire way down the hall. He thought he might have been walking too fast, but Bucky’s pace never faltered. Bucky was hot on his heels, always one step behind him. Stopping unexpectedly outside of the boardroom, Bucky hissed nearly crashing into the teen. Before Bucky could reprimand him, Peter explained, “Before we go inside, Steve told me to give you a message.” Bucky’s shoulders relaxed a bit leaving Peter relieved his boss wasn’t going to chew him out. Still, his own dress shirt began to cling to him with the amount of sweat he was producing. Bucky may have relaxed a bit, but his posture was always disciplined, predatory, and intimidating.

“Spill it out,” Bucky huffed, his hands resting in the pockets of his slacks.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Peter nodded, “Right, um- He said don’t do anything stupid and that we need her.”

The jaw of the boss twitched before he stormed past a confused Peter. His hands pressed into each of the double doors using his full force to slam the doors wide open. All eyes snapped to Bucky as he strode into the room, confidence and determination oozing off of him. Peter ushered in behind him, awkwardly failing to close the doors several times before succeeding. A string of apologies escaped his lips as he stepped further into the room. The serious look Steve shot Peter had him clearing his throat and adjusting his dress coat.

Sam and Steve stood side by side on one end of the room, their arms crossed. They were cautious, guarded rightfully so. Any one of their lives could be on the line. For all they knew, everyone in the room was on the hit list. Spying the woman sitting at the middle of the conference table, Bucky stalked across from her. With his eyes trained on the floor, he dragged the chair away from the table but made no move to sit down as he stepped up to the table.

When his eyes met hers, he puffed out his chest. His arms remained at his sides, his hands burrowing in his pockets. Without so much as a greeting, Bucky began his interrogation, “Who created the hit list.”

The woman raised an eyebrow, a frown etched on her crimson-painted lips. “Right down to business, huh Buck?” A smirk replaced her frown. “I should’ve known, you never were one for much foreplay.”

Bucky pressed his tongue to his cheek. He had expected this, her teasing. It was always a dance between them, one he wanted to avoid by cutting to the chase. She always knew how to rile him up, in more ways than one.

“Princess-”

‘No,” she stopped him with her hand raised, “you don’t get to call me that anymore.”

Bucky snorted, leaning forward, “Isn’t that what you are now?”

“Who is she?” Peter attempted to whisper to Steve, but everyone heard him.

Taking pity on the clueless teen, Sam answered, “She’s Bucky’s ex-wife, Y/N.”

Ignoring the other men, Y/N flashed her diamond engagement ring at Bucky. The light reflected off of the ring making it impossible to miss even from where Steve, Sam, and Peter had been standing.

“That title is pending, followed by queen,” she sassed.

It started out as a term of endearment. Y/N always had a taste for the finer things in life, Bucky’s lifestyle satisfied that craving. He enjoyed spoiling his princess, but that was all she would be. A princess, someone no one would take seriously. It had been an ironic twist of fate that she had met an actual prince after her divorce from Bucky.

Examining the rock on her finger, her signature red nail had been replaced by a nude shade. She was no longer accepting his blood money; she had a good man and clean money now. His eyes traveled back to her face, zeroing in on her red-painted lip. Her hands may be clean now, but her lips were still tainted. The secrets she could talk about his business alone could ruin him which reminded him of why she was here in the first place.

“Who created the hit list, Y/N,” he tried once again to control the conversation.

Pursing her lips, she let him.

“I don’t know,” her gaze dropped to the table, “but I know who has it.”

Finally getting somewhere, Bucky reached back pulling the chair behind him. Once he was seated, he snapped his fingers. Not a moment later, a pen and paper were placed in front of him.

“Give me a name,” Bucky demanded, pen in hand.

Y/N raised her head, the man twirled a pen between his fingers tempting her to sign a deal with the devil. Shaking the image from her head she placed her hand over his, ceasing his movements.

“It’s not that easy. He won't meet with just anyone.”

“He?” Steve asked.

“In case you haven’t noticed, Bucky isn’t just anyone,” Sam called out.

Y/N rolled her eyes, “He may very well be suspect number one. It would be bad for anyone to meet with Bucky alone.” Feeling Bucky’s hand turn beneath her own she went to pull away, but he grabbed her hand.

“What about a future queen?”

Eyeing him beneath her lashes, Y/N pulled her hand back to her chest. Noticing the hesitant look on her face, Bucky leaned back in his chair. He wasn’t a fool to think she was here willingly. She wanted something; she needed something.

Crossing his arms across his chest, Bucky asked, “What do you want?”

Thumbing the ring on her finger, she contemplated lying. She didn’t want to need Bucky, but she did. One look at Bucky and she knew he would see through any lie she would come up with, so she told the truth, “I need protection.” Suddenly she felt exposed with everyone's eyes on her. “If my name is on the list,” her voice shook. She wasn’t Bucky’s dirty little secret. People knew she was his wife, well ex-wife. She had ties to the mob and if her name was on the list or if her fiancé found out, the engagement would be called off.

After a long pause, Bucky spoke, “Get me access to the list and let me worry about the rest.”

Relief flooded Y/N. He could have turned her away. He could have blackmailed the information out of her, but he didn’t. Bucky was a rough man, but he was also kind. She had seen it first-hand for many years. Guilt ate away at her for her earlier actions. He knew she had been engaged but she didn’t need to rub it in his face. She wanted to hurt him but only because he had hurt her. A small part of her hoped he would protect her not because he was kind but because he still loved her.

Y/N was able to request a meeting with the man not even 24 hours later. His assistant had sent her an invitation, but it wasn’t for what she had been expecting. Instead, the man had invited her to a gala. He was a businessman after all, and her appearance would be good for business. At a time when she should be laying low, she was about to attend a high-press event.

It wasn’t long after Bucky was notified that he insisted he escort her. Y/N protested but he had argued that he couldn’t protect her if she was dead. That had convinced her, on one condition, they arrive separately. She was still engaged.

The event was beautiful but high glass windows had Y/N on edge. Anyone could see her. She tried to distract herself by searching for the host. There were so many bodies and no sign of the man who had invited her. In the middle of her search, a hand circled her wrist tugging her in the opposite direction. Y/N began clawing at the man’s wrist, an attempt to pry him off. When he stopped and spun around, she crashed into his chest. With her face in his chest, the unmistakable scent of expensive cologne hit her. She shoved his chest putting enough distance between the two.

“Bucky,” Y/N hissed, “you’re supposed to be laying low.”

Surveying the crowd, Bucky muttered, “I am. It’s you who is running all over the damn place.”

Y/N shook her head glaring at him. Not only did he smell good, but he looked good too. He had shaved since she had last seen him. He had traded in his white dress shirt for a black one, forgoing a bow or tie. The top button of his shirt was open, relieving his collarbone. Instead of drooling over her ex-husband she continued to glare at him. It was easier to hate him than to pine over him.

“If someone takes pictures of us together and my fiancé finds out-”

His cerulean eyes shot down to meet her eyes, “Where is he anyway? Shouldn’t you be asking him for protection? Surely, he has the resources.”

Y/N froze, her hands clutching the sides of her silk gown. “He doesn’t know,” she mumbled, then her voice grew. “He doesn’t know about the list, my past, or about you.” Bucky’s eyes softened. He had his doubts before, but he was certain now that she wasn’t happy. He wanted to gloat, to rub it in her fiancé’s face. He knew Y/N better than her fiancé did, and even better, she wanted to tell him. Bucky wanted to make a joke about how keeping secrets in a relationship was unhealthy, but he kept his mouth shut. Y/N sighed, running her hands down her dress to smooth out the wrinkles she had created. “He’s out of the country right now.” Her voice was barely above a whisper as she wrapped her arms around herself. His gaze dropped to the floor, but Bucky’s remained on her.

He recognized a lonely soul when he saw one because he was one himself. His lifestyle left few people he could trust. He hadn’t always been lonely though, and neither had she. Bucky’s hand twitched to reach out and hug her, but he didn’t think she would appreciate that with cameras around. He took in her appearance and couldn’t help the squeeze he felt in his heart.

“You look beautiful.”

A giggle escaped her lips, “Thanks, Buck. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

He had meant to cheer her up, but her giggle was unexpected. He missed it, he missed her. Everyone he knew in the mob lifestyle had died in the mob. It was poetic in a live by the sword, die by the sword type of way. No one got out, but she did. With his status, he’d never get out and a selfish part of him wanted to pull her right back in.

“You got out, you got away from the life,” Bucky hummed, admiration in his voice, respect.

Y/N shook her head. “No, I just got away from you.”

It was his turn to laugh, “Now if that were true, I wouldn’t be standing here with you.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. I am standing here with you, not you are standing here with me. He meant it. Even if she was here because of him, he was here for her, to protect her. He put her first.

“You of all people know once you’re in there’s only one way out.”

That was it for Bucky. He wasn’t pulling her back in. She never left. They might have been divorced but they had both meant it on their wedding day when they said, “Till death do us part.” Bucky’s calloused hand cupped her jaw just below her ear, pausing. She didn’t push him away. With both hands, she cradled his jaw pulling his face down to meet hers. Their lips brushed one another, slowly at first, testing the waters. Then his other hand slid up the length of her neck, sliding back to tangle his fingers in her hair. It was a dance they were all too familiar with.

The flash of a camera penetrated Y/N’s eyes beneath her closed lids and it was like pouring a bucket of cold water over her. Quickly, she pulled away shoving Bucky’s chest when his lips tried to follow her. She was fucked, royally.

“Y/N?”

Wiping her smudged lipstick, she ignored Bucky’s lingering gaze before turning to face the new voice. A woman in a blue silk dress approached the pair.

“Virginia?” Y/N asked.

The woman waved her hand in the air. “Please, call me Pepper. We spoke on the phone yesterday. Mr. Stark is ready to meet with you. Follow me.”

Without looking back, Y/N followed Pepper through the crowd. She knew Bucky would be right behind her. She would deal with him later. Right now, she needed the names on the list. Upon their arrival, Pepper exited the room, pulling the door shut behind her. On the other side of a glass desk was one of the wealthiest men in the world, Tony Stark.

“Did I interrupt something?” Tony asked eyes darting between Y/N and Bucky. “I swear there wasn’t so much tension before you two walked in.”

Y/N sent him a tight-lipped smile holding up her left hand. “I’m engaged.”

Tony shrugged, “What you do is none of my business. Besides, something like this would be published on the front page.” Y/N’s stomach dropped. “You know what they say, all press is good press.”

“Says the man with a new woman every week,” Bucky grumbled.

Tony smiled. “Precisely, I would know.”

“Mr. Stark-”

Tony loosened the bow tie around his neck. “Call me Tony.”

“Tony,” Y/N corrected, “so you know anything about a list?”

With a raised eyebrow Tony laughed, “If it’s a list you want, I suggest you talk to Pepper. She handles all of that stuff.”

“Not just any kind of list,” Y/N took a step forward, her hands clasped in front of her, “a hit list.” From this distance, Y/N couldn't miss the way Tony’s eyes shifted to Bucky.

“Are you looking to assassinate anybody?”

Bucky held up his hands, “I’m just looking to protect the people I care about.”

Y/N stood still, watching the intense stare-off between the two.

Eventually, Tony sighed, “I don’t want to be in the middle of any of this.” He tapped a few keys on the computer on his desk before turning the screen. “You better get out of here before your fiancé sends someone.”

“What?” Y/N gasped, blindly clutching Bucky’s forearm beside her. Both of their names were written in green on the list. Beneath them were some of Bucky’s most trusted men; their names written in white.

Tony leaned back in his chair. “Green means active. You’re both next on the list and judging by the number of cameras here, someone probably already knows you’re here.”

“You knew,” Bucky growled.

Tony barely flinched. “Your names weren’t active until recently. Other people’s lives are on the line. I can’t get to everyone in time.”

“Wait, why would my fiancé send someone, he’s not even in the country,” Y/N asked, trying to wrap her head around everything.

Tony frowned. “Your fiance is the one who put the hit list out. What better alibi for your significant other’s death than being out of the country at her time of death.”

Y/N would have collapsed if it wasn’t for Bucky’s quick reflexes. He wrapped an arm around her waist, supporting her weight.

“Why?” Y/N whispered wide-eyed.

Bucky wanted to drag her out of the building toward safety but was there even a safe place? People already knew their location.

Tony shrugged. “The New York mobs aren't the only mobs out there. They're all over the country, they're in other countries. There are some real higher-ups in the mafia in other countries. The mafia controls everything, it's one of the most powerful positions. Take out other mobs and you can control more area, more power.”

Y/N felt sick. When she said you never get out once you get in, she hadn’t realized how deep she was in life now. Turning to Bucky, he was already on his phone typing. “Bucky, we need to go.”

“No. I text Steve, he’s rounding everyone up. They’ll be here soon.”

Tony’s eyes widened, his eyebrows reaching his forehead. “You can’t be serious. There are cameras everywhere. This will be plastered on every news station.”

Bucky shrugged, lifting the back of Y/N’s hand to his lips. He pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles, a quiet promise to protect her. “All press is good press.”

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itsabouttimex2 · 4 months

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Do you have any headcanons for after an escape attempt with each monkey demon ( Mk , Monkey king and macaque) What would be their reaction at first? What would they do when they find you? How stricter would they get? What would they start doing differently after the attempt?

MK, as usual, has very different responses depending on the season he’s in.

Season 1 MK probably doesn’t even consider the possibility that Y/N could “escape”. This is when the relationship between the two of you is at it’s healthiest, before this poor boy goes through hell and back.

You aren’t locked up, he doesn’t have you hidden away, there’s nowhere that you’re explicitly forbidden to go- there’s nothing to escape from. His assumption isn’t “Y/N is running away from me!” or “I can’t let them escape!” but instead, “It’s been a while since I’ve seen Y/N… so I’ll drop everything to go visit them right now!”

Sometimes he abandons all prior goals to run off and see you. Sometimes he rushes through a fight and ends it a little more… fiercely than his opponents would have liked.

Once the trauma starts rolling in and Y/N becomes his coping mechanism as much as they are his friend, MK starts to personally define exactly what counts as “escape”.

You aren’t allowed to leave his side without telling where you’ll be going and when you’ll be back. If you’re a competent enough fighter to take on a Bull Clone or two, he won’t push this ‘rule’ as hard. And if you can’t do that?

Then MK makes a serious push for you to train with him. He��ll beg and pester Wukong to teach you at least some of the 72 Transformations as a form of defending yourself or getting out of nasty scrapes without his help. Eventually, his mentor concedes (after some serious bribery on MK’s part) and allows you to take part in the sessions.

But until you can reasonably take care of yourself against two or three opponents at once, MK is by your side every minute he gets the chance. Running off or giving him the slip means little once he’s mastered his Gold Vision, which he does very quickly. Or he can extend his pole to the skies to get a much better view of the surrounding area to see exactly where you ran off to.

Give him the slip too many times, and MK will tie your wrist to his with his headband, ensuring that you don’t get “lost” as he drags you along after him.

“C’mon, Y/N! I already got permission from Pigsy for you to stay the night!”

“That’s sweet of you both, really… but last time I stayed the night, it turned into a week.”

“I know! That was the best, wasn’t it?! Maybe this time, we can stretch it out to a month!”

Sun Wukong will let it slide once. Just once, he’ll give you the benefit of the doubt, choosing to believe that you wouldn’t go running off with a very good reason. After that, his restrictions mount and your freedoms decline one by one. Each consecutive escape brings you one step close to being locked inside Shuilian Cave, where he decides that you are safest.

But that’s for a later day, once you’ve run his trust dry.

For now, he believes in you.

So he’ll let you leave, giving you a single day to tend to whatever business that you needed to attend to so urgently that you left.

All alone. In the middle of the night. With a single packed bag.

Wukong will let this one first escape slide, because lord only knows that he’s pulled so many horseshit antics that his kid/friend/student/whatever Y/N is running off once isn’t that big of a deal. And really…

He wants to believe in you here. He wants to think that this is something you’re doing for a very good reason, instead of just being a desperate attempt to get away from him.

When the single day he allots you is over and done, you can start counting out your precious, meager minutes of freedom one by one.

In less than an hour, his flying cloud blazes through the sky and blisters the earth like a comet, leaving a crater of destruction and cinders where it lands.

And aboard the vaporous mount is none other the Great Sage himself, arms folded and grin forced.

“Hey there, bud. You been out here having fun, huh?”

No vigor or vim to line his words. No electric cheer to fuel his fluid movements. No warmth in his tone.

It’s almost hard to call him Sun Wukong.

But it is him here, and he’s here for you. He offers you a hand, stiff and tense. The way the acts makes it clear there’s no choice but to take it, not when the air grows thick and the tension is stormy.

“C’mon, bud. Time to head home.”

Pre-Season 4 Macaque is the only one on this list that’s immoral enough to outright kidnap someone, in my opinion. MK might guilt you into staying with him, and while Sun Wukong would technically commit kidnapping, it’s by virtue of not letting you leave instead of forcibly taking you away. It’d be more along the lines of false imprisonment.

But Macaque?

If all his careful maneuvers and schemes prove inefficient in keeping you close, he’ll switch to brute force in the blink of an eye.

Macaque; at the start, gently manipulates you. His shackles are first gossamer, innocuous and kind. He builds you up and tears you down in increments, never swaying too far to either side. You never feel confident enough to leave, never feel hurt enough to lash out.

He doesn’t chase after you. He makes you feel unstable and dependent, then molds you into seeing him as a shelter that you aren’t strong enough to leave.

It’s a brutal process for Y/N, especially if they’re his student, because he intentionally picks a lonely and insecure person for the sake of rivaling MK.

And if you do somehow break free from the psychological and emotional strings he uses to puppeteer you about, Macaque simply switches to physically stringing you up with his shadows and forcing you to act out your deepest insecurities as he narrates them to an audience of shadow clones.

“Poor little Y/N… forever on their own, watching from the shadows while all the rest of the world laughs and loves with one another.”

The shadows around your body maneuver and mold you, forcing you to wave your hands and walk, dragging your lips into frowns and smiles. Every little shame and self-doubt you possess is bared to the light, bared to his shadows, and you can’t help but be strung along as a passive watcher in your very own story.

You break into tears halfway through, devolving into hysteric sobbing by the end.

And Macaque; no longer a shelter but instead a jail, offers you comfort to reel you back into his grasp. He’ll take you into his arms as you weep, promising to make you stronger, strong enough to forget the past and all that he’s forcing you to leave behind.

Now that you’re rendered to your most reduced state, he can start to work his magic.

“Trust me, kiddo… everything I’m doing, I’m doing for your own good. You get me?”

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere MK #MK #Yandere Sun Wukong #Sun Wukong #Yandere Macaque #Macaque #Monkiefam #Is Wukong’s part too pretentious in wording please tell me I crave feedback for the silly things I write

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ughthatimagineblog · 9 months

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yawn and reach

this was such a fun request it literally occupied my brain for the last 72 hours. tytyty anon!!!! summary: 'video game joel in jackson would be so awkward w reader. imagine they go see a movie for the first time in years and he does that thing w reader where he itches his nose to smoothly put it over reader’s shoulder' - requested by anon rating: 18+ warnings: lightly implied smut but no real smut at the end, cursing, age difference (reader is about 30-32 and joel is 54-56), tried to be as neutral as possible but i did write this with a feminine reader in mind. word count: 6.07k

Being in Jackson meant having clean water, a warm bed, guaranteed food, but best of all; electricity. The dam in town, monitored and worke on by the gracious townsfolk who took you in, keeps the water your bathe in warm and lights on all around the city at night. You’d forgotten the luxury of seeing so much in the dark.

Having been a young age when the outbreak began, the memories of what life before infected were blurred. Muddy water. Clear only in brief moments of light, smells, feelings and fleeting just as fast. Your mother, who also survived- or rather helped you survive- helped fill in the gaps on occasion and you were grateful for the life you clung to, even if it meant wandering in the dark for months at a time, unsure of where your next meal would come from. From youth to now, you and your mom watched out for each other. Now, you were part of a community that would take care of both of you. You both return the favor.

Being in a QZ meant enforced curfews and the military breathing down your back. Not allowed out, barely anyone allowed in. Escaping was easy enough. Surviving your way all the way to Jackson was not. Now, you and your mother roam freely at night and almost any other time if you aren’t on patrol. Music from bars pour out into the string lit streets. During the day, children play and learn. Hundreds of people found refuge here, and you now joined their numbers. You’d even met a few people you’ve become close enough with to say you’re friends.

Sometimes you get put on patrol with Dina, Jesse or Ellie, and while they’re both several years your junior, they entertain you, they respect your authority, and they also remind you of being that age, so you don’t mind. You spend some free time at the bar or help out in some of the kitchens from time to time and have grown close with a few others, all in varying ages. Joel, who you met through Ellie, being one of them.

Joel. Always brief with his words. Always to the point. Ellie would complain about him on patrol from time to time, but she would balance it out with credit to the man in the same breath.

“He’s always trying so hard. I just don’t know how to make it work now…” She trailed off on a ride home from the nearby abandoned town. It was your last stop and it was beginning to get dark. You’d given her a small nod of understanding in response. She huffed out a sigh. “I know he cares and stuff, but sometimes I need my space. I mean-” She paused to look at you, reasoning with her own conflictions. “I just would like one night out of the house. Or the garage, I guess. He’s done a lot for me… and I want him to know that I see that.”

You thought for a moment. “Maybe spend some intentional time with him. That way, when you want that night away, it will be earned and he won’t put so much pressure on it.” You suggested. She made a face off indecision but nodded anyway. “I think you’re right.” Was all she’d said on the matter the rest of the ride back.

Secretly, you admired the man. He was maybe ten years older, but you got along like you’d known each other for ages. You liked the energy the kids like Ellie brought to your days, but if they were your spark, Joel was your peace. You didn’t feel pressured to have to entertain, or keep him on the right path, or make sure he was being observant. Joel was a seasoned veteran when it came to survival and you felt an ease with him you couldn’t with anyone else. Because no one else could protect you like Joel could. No one other than the mother who helped a child survive the outbreak. And even that was highly lucky.

You were put on patrol just twice with Joel. Both times were eventful in wildly different ways. The first was in a positive way, you both found a new stash of medical supplies- an urgent care facility that’d gone unnoticed due to the decay of the lettering outside of the building signaling any kind of benefit to looting. Half of it was also caved in so you and Joel both worked to sort through the rubble that’d gone ignored for so many years. You’d both decided to check it out on a whim, and were very grateful you did.

The second time went a little differently. It was summer and the sun was beating down on the both of you like you’d never experienced before. Dehydrated and exhausted, Joel suggested stopping by the creek bed where you were to cool off in the water. Not a moment after relief began to set in, you were caught off guard when a small group of infected decided to jump both of you. In the calamity of racing back to your things, you’d slipped on a rock and fell so hard on your head you got a concussion. It rendered you unconscious and the only reason you were still breathing the next day is because of Joel.

You remembered the cold feeling of air rushing over your head wound, blood slowing, but still pouring out. Eyesight fading in and out, and when it was in, it was blurry. Unclear images of Joel fighting off the infected while keeping your body strictly behind him flash in and out of your memory. He’d patched up your head as best as possible and hoisted you onto his horse with him, tying your horse’s reins to his saddle horn to ride with the both of you back to safety.

He’d been muttering to himself the whole ride, all the way until you were passed off to the medical staff. Very faint sounds, from what you could remember, but you also knew to attribute that to the concussion. It was a fade out from being handed off, to waking up being carried further from Joel, the last image being of him staring after you as he grew smaller and smaller.

From that day forward, you two have been close. I guess saving someone’s life really does bring two people together. Your mother was fond of him as well. And not just because he saved your life- although you did figure that played a large part- but because of his manners, his honor. She’d mentioned how polite he was to you one day and, it wasn’t that you hadn’t noticed, but you hadn’t seen how deliberate it was. Holding doors open for you, fully listening when you spoke, considering your likes and dislikes. If he was behaving this way specifically for you, you couldn’t tell, but you did take note.

When you’d complimented him on such things, he- in his own Joel way- laughed in your face. Really, it was more of a scoff, but nonetheless it was just as dismissive. “‘M not polite, darlin’, I just treat people how I wanna be treated.” He answered plainly, but there was a hint of knowing in his eyes.

You began to keep an eye on these things he does that he brushes off and you found that, while yes, he does open doors for others and he is an excellent listener, he doesn’t listen to anyone else the way he listens to you. Undivided attention. When you speak, you’re all he sees. He’s holding onto every word of yours like if he doesn’t he’ll fall down. Even when you’re talking about nothing. When he holds doors for others, he looks relaxed and at ease, but guarded. With you, his shoulders soften and he’s often watching your every move as you walk by. He’s more awkward with you. Part of it is his own ambiguity in navigating getting close with others, but part of it is something else, and to assume it’s you would be highly narcissistic. Or so you tell yourself.

Meanwhile, Joel can barely contain himself. His time in Jackson had been peaceful, and had allowed him to grow comfortable. With Ellie safe and enjoying life, he’d forgotten what it meant to have room to care about anyone else. She’d been his priority for so long. Now that he met you… Just thinking about you made his stomach turn with butterflies. He felt juvenile.

It took him a week to discover your existence. Three months to patrol with you for the first time, and another three for the second time. Every patrol in between was filled with thoughts of you. Hope that you’d be paired with him again. After the second time with you, he was enamored. Your intelligence captivated him. You’d researched so much. Both about this new life and the life before the infected. You had stories on stories to tell of you and your mom, some of which were his favorite to hear. Joel knew better to pry whenever you’d get to a particularly hard memory in your stories. He’d often ask a question about a different part to get your mind off of whatever had you troubled, and even though you knew what he was doing every time, you let him. It was nice. Sweet. Two words most would not use to describe Joel. You would. And you’d said so.

That almost knocked Joel on his feet. When you told him you thought he was polite, and sweet. It made his heart nearly leap out of his chest. Feeling slightly guilty for laughing in pure shock at a fairly innocent compliment-turned-question, he’d given a finite and brief answer. You hadn’t complimented him since. Worried about rejection, you’d avoided doing so.

Finding himself thinking about why you hadn’t done so tipped Joel off to his growing, deeper, feelings for you. It bothered him, and under any other circumstance- anyone else- he wouldn’t care. Wouldn’t have crossed his mind. Much like many other interactions with others in the town. They weren’t on his mind like you were. But he also worried he was too old for you. He thought about what you’d think of Ellie who was essentially his own kid. His past was a heavy burden to carry, as well. He’d killed so many, watched so many die, and the thoughts of those deaths weighed on him heavily.

The last thing he wanted was for you to shoulder any of it. Joel knew that the first time he saw you laugh. He wouldn’t do a thing to compromise your happiness if he could help it.

Weeks later, you both were busy on your respective duties that would be ending sooner rather than later. It was the first Friday of the month, and the first Friday meant movie night. The electricity in Jackson was powerful and a few months prior, Dina and Jesse returned with a projector, VHS tape player and some VHS copies of several different movies. The town would not stop talking about it for a month afterwards. Aside from new medicine, food or healthy helping hands, this was the best news they’d received all year.

Movie nights became a regular, monthly tradition. Those not on shifts for the night would gather and watch different movies. There would be a vote beforehand on what would be played and the announcement would go out a week in advance so people could plan to be there. If you couldn’t make it due to a shift, you were sure to be scheduled in time to make it the next month and so on. It was a huge morale boost for everyone. Dina and Jesse have not stopped bragging about it being their find because of it.

Hanging up your apron, you made your way to the washrooms where you cleaned up after working every shift here. Your neighbor, a girl of similar age who got put on the same duty as you today, met you by the sink. “Are you coming tonight?” They inquired. You smiled and nodded. “Movie day. Never missing that.” You assured, scrubbing the smell of garlic off your fingers. No amount of soap would be enough.

“I bet Joel will be happy to hear that.” They wiggled your eyebrows at you. You rolled your eyes. “I’m sure he will. He’s my friend.” You assured. “Uh-huh.” They responded in an unconvincing tone. “Hey, all I know is, he’s bringing Ellie, but we all know where she wants to be. Maybe you can get some one-on-one time with him?” They suggested. You paused at this before reaching for one of the towels to dry your now-clean hands.

It was a good point. You recalled your conversation with Ellie from a few days prior. How she really was looking for an excuse to be out of Joel’s earshot for one night. You weighed your options. It wasn’t like you to blatantly ask someone to hang out, especially not Joel, and especially not under the current circumstances. It also wasn’t likely to get him to let Ellie go anywhere he wasn’t familiar. Maybe you could get Joel away from Ellie?

It was clear you liked Joel. You loved him, really. It was quite easy once you got to know him. If you asked him to see the movie with you, and you specifically, you weren’t sure how he’d react. You were confident he’d say yes, but to what degree?

Realizing you were overthinking something that was probably just all in your head anyways, you snapped back to reality to find your neighbor staring at your zoned-out expression, smirking. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” They asked, mouth agape in joyful surprise. You felt heat in your face and quickly dismissed them, pushing past the doorway.

“I’m thinking about going to see the movie later and nothing else!” You shouted over your shoulder, leaving your colleague and emerging to the main cafeteria. Turning on your heel, you were about to reach for your keys and bag that had been strewn on one of the tables when your face instantly collided with leather.

Stumbling back, and almost on your ass, you began to curse, “What the fu-” You began to say, but the feeling of two strong arms steadying you and the familiar face in front of you cut all sound in your throat short. Joel stood before you, the smell of pine filling your nose as he stood there looking as patient and understanding as ever in light of your fumble. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” He sheepishly apologized as you quickly regained your bearings. His accent was deep, thick. It made your heart flutter. The adrenaline of being caught off guard had not yet worn off. “No, oh my gosh,” You breathily laughed out. “You’re fine. I was just about to leave is all.” You smiled up at him, brushing some hair that had fallen into your eyes out of your face.

“Going to the movie tonight, I hear?” He asked, eyes darting to the hallway you just came from. If your neighbor was still here, they did not make it apparent. You silently thanked whatever was out there that they left. You didn’t need them making fun of your attraction to him to his face but behind your back. Your eyes darted from Joel nervously, remembering the conversation between your neighbor. Surely if they noticed your attraction, he would too.

“Uh, yeah, weirdly enough, I was on my way to you with a similar question, but you’re back from patrol early.” You grabbed your things off the table you went for earlier and turned back to see Joel’s look of amusement and curiosity. His eyebrows raised, a slight smirk on his lips that silently mouthed ‘Oh?’. Those lips. You forced yourself to look at his forehead.

Your heart was beating in your chest so hard you worried he could hear it in the pause. “Would you like to go with me?” You blurted out. It felt silly coming out. Like you were in high school, asking someone to the prom. But under different context. A non-romantic context. Because that’s what Joel would want, right? He doesn’t have the time or energy to deal with some romantic drama, you reasoned.

Joel’s face became unreadable. His mouth slightly opened as if he were going to say something, but closed again as he decided on something else. “Together?” He clarified. You ignored the way your heart sank. “If you don’t want to, that’s okay. I have some wine at my place, I thought maybe we could have a glass before we go. But if you have other plans…”

“I don’t.”

His response was quick. Joel saw the way your face fell at his initial response, and he quickly realized why. You thought he was uninterested in going with you personally. Something that couldn’t be further from the truth. Joel wanted nothing more than to go with you. Jesus, he had the opportunity to take a girl on a movie date. He couldn’t remember the last time that happened. 20 Years was probably something like it. More.

His reaction was purely shock. Not distaste. He was shocked you wanted to go together. That you wanted to go with him. Be seen in association with him on purpose and not in a group setting. It was more intimate than he’d been with anyone recently.

“I’d love to go with you.” He clarified, realizing he’d only been staring at you since his response to having other plans. “Ellie can have the house to herself for a bit.” You reasoned with a smile meant to hide your giddy emotions and while Joel gave a short reaction at the idea of his kid-now adult- being home alone, he let it go just as easily, too distracted with thoughts of his movie date with you.

Deciding both of you needed a shower before the movie, you split up and went to your respective houses to shower and get ready. It was merely an hour and a half before the knock came at your door.

Swinging it open to reveal Joel, groomed and standing off to the side of your doorway. In one of his hands was a bouquet. Your eyes shot open and you pretended not to notice he got groomed and brought flowers to go somewhere with you. “Where did you find these?” You excitedly reached through the doorway to take them from him, immediately pressing your nose to the petals. It was a well done bouquet of wildflowers. You’d seen them growing several times on some of the patrol routes and found them beautiful everytime. Joel just happened to notice.

“I pulled a few strings.” He laughed, watching your face as you examined them carefully. He could stare at you for hours. You didn’t have to know the exact townsperson Joel bribed to get him those flowers ASAP and you certainly didn’t have to know the extra rations it took for him to keep quiet about it. Joel making an emergency request for flowers? Unheard of. And it will stay that way too.

“I don’t know what to say.” You said, breathless from inhaling the scents in front of you. “Maybe a ‘Thank you’, ‘Please come in’, ‘I have wine’.” Joel teased. You rolled your eyes and cleared the path for him to enter.

He was quick to follow you to your kitchen where you grabbed two glasses and filled them just under halfway. You both silently toast to each other and take a sip. The wine is sweet, but has a slightly bitter taste that lingers. And then, there was that silence. It slipped over both of you like a comforting fog. Both of you comforted each other just by being near one another. You were in sync in these moments and it felt like having a dance partner. Someone to anticipate your moves and flow with them. Being around Joel was as easy as breathing. He didn’t complicate things. In the silence his eyes were like weights on you and with every sip of your wine you felt his gaze follow your lips.

“Why did you ask me to come with you?” Joel asked, cutting through your beloved easy silence like an arrow slicing the air. You froze, not quite sure yourself. That wasn’t true, though. You were sure why you wanted him to come, but terrified of what that would mean. You scrambled for any other logical reason. A favor for Ellie? Personal interest?

“And it’s not to get me away from Ellie for a little while. She knows how to do that on her own…” He commented and you felt the heaviness at the end of his sentence. Crap. He knew you. That wasn’t his point right now. “You can bullshit everyone else, but not me, darlin’.” His southern drawl was accentuated in that nickname and it was enough to cover the nervousness in his voice. The nickname that flooded your mind constantly. The nickname that made you melt.

Finding any alternative to telling Joel your true feelings, you lied. “I didn’t want to be alone. Going alone to the movies alone is kinda lame anyways and my mom wasn’t feeling up to it.”

Joel made an ‘ah’ expression and looked away in thought. He wasn’t buying it, but it was something you clearly didn’t want to be addressed, so he dropped it for you. That doesn’t mean the real reason wasn’t swimming around his mind. Occasionally, he saw the way you looked at him. He knew you respected him and thought fondly of him. Just how fondly, he was unsure. While he hoped there was more, he couldn’t help but worry what you’d think of him. What you’d think of what he’d done to get there. What he’d done, he thought, in a way, to get to you.

“We’d better get going soon if we want to make it across town in time for it to start.” Joel commented with a clearing of his throat, taking a final swig of the wine, now long gone in both your glasses. Nodding, you quickly finished your glass and rushed to put the flowers in a spot you wouldn't forget about, meeting Joel by the door when you were done.

Twisting the key in the lock of your front door, you went to step down but felt a hand gently touch your back. Turning to Joel you saw his arm stretched out, but bent slightly. You looked at him in confusion.

“Oh c’mon…” He said, gesturing to his arm. “You know what to do.” He urged. Your blank expression answered his assumption with a resounding negative. Feeling a little ridiculous, not because of your confusion but because his own effort in sending signals were going unnoticed. He came up to you, grabbed your hand and looped it through his already-positioned arm. You smiled and said “Oh!” out loud, finally realizing what he’d been trying to do.

“Well aren’t you a gentleman.” You commented as you walked arm in arm to the gathering area the town held movie nights at, trying to ignore the way you were touching him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t before, but you’d repressed the way it made you feel before. It was beginning to be hard to hide it. Joel smiled slightly and shook his head. “Im telling you, I-”

“I know, I know, you just treat people how they want to be treated.” You finished for him. He stopped mid sentence and laughed to himself. “So you do listen.” His voice was gravelly but soft. Music to your ears. “Only when it’s you talking.”

Your response came out flirtier than you intended, the feeling overcoming both of you instantly. Despite ducking your head, avoiding his gaze, Joel felt his heart soar. “I’m a lucky man then.” It was your heart’s turn to flutter. Joel, once again plans to save the moment of being inquired upon further, noting your embarrassment. “How’s that?” You reply, desperate for every word. “I was able to get the most stubborn and independent person to actually listen. I don’t think any man has done so in history before.” Joel joked, a dramatic air to his tone, soaking every word.

You laughed at his jab and shoved his arm in response. “Yeah if you’re lucky for anything it’s because I tolerate your ass giving me a hard time.” He chuckled in response. “Now that is true.” His voice got quiet as you both approached the viewing area together. Finding a small section of grass that wasn't occupied, you and Joel grabbed one of the many chairs set out for people to use and you both sat together.

They were playing Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back. A classic. Made before even Joel was born, but highly enjoyed in his childhood. He was looking forward to this movie when he heard it was the choice for the month. He was more excited about watching it with you, now. Your eyes fixated on the screen and as the movie began, everyone’s hushed voices and children's laughter all simmered to a pure silent crowd.

The movie played on like normal, maybe a glitch in the picture here and there but nothing too bad to break the feeling that comes with watching a movie. The ‘illusion’, some people call it. You’re laughing at a quip from Han to Leia when Joel subtly looks over to you. You’re too busy watching the movie to notice, but he can’t help but stare. Your eyes as they take in every moment possible, not wanting to miss out on a minute. Your lips are curved into a smile as you watch and Joel allows himself to wonder how they’d feel on him.

He notices a piece of your hair has fallen into your face and just before the thought of moving it converts to an action, you move to look up at him. Feeling panicked, he moves to scratch his nose and yawn. He stretches slowly and you look forward once more, unalarmed at first of his fidgeting. He was an older man after all. He was probably already getting stiff sitting still.

Joel’s stretch turns into an awkward hand on the back of your chair. This gets your attention. You can see his knuckles peeking over your shoulder and you wonder if the proximity was intentional. Inside, Joel is burning and tense. How could he be so stupid? The yawn and reach? Really? Did someone give him an ‘Oldest Tricks in the Book’ book?

Through his peripheral vision, he looks down to you, searching for any reason to give you any wanted space. He finds none. You’re content and still watching the movie. For the most part. In reality, your mind is reeling just as much as his.

Deciding to be a little more brave, Joel goes to rest his hand against your shoulder. Touching. He was touching you in a comforting way. Between this and walking arm in arm, just the slight contact makes him light headed. It’s been so long since he’s ‘made moves’ on anyone. He’s wracked with nerves and mostly stressed he’s lost his touch. That to you, he’s some cringe-y, single dad.

You feel his thumb starts to move against your shoulder in soft, slow, circles. Despite the motion’s intention to relax, you notice how tense he is. Looking down, his other hand is a fist, fidgeting with the hem of his flannel and you can see he’s watching the movie but every so often his eyes are darting around and down to you. It dawns on you just then that he is trying to make a move.

A mischievous smile spreads on your lips. If Joel was going to be subtle and innocent about his advancements towards you, you were ready to make this as easy on him as possible. After all, the man has been through hell and does deserve a win. Your mind ran a million miles an hour just picturing what might come next. Your attraction to him was at least somewhat reciprocated. It made thinking straight hard, but you knew you had to find some way to show him that he is more than welcome to be more comfortable with you.

You grin to yourself, knowing your plan is in place and you’re too excited to think of previous insecurities of his attraction to you. His sweaty palms and arm on your shoulder proved enough. Sighing lightly, you also feign fatigue, and carefully rest your head on Joel's shoulder.

You feel his upper torso tense and then relax as he processes what you’ve done. Feeling yourself move a bit to get more comfortable, he takes the opportunity to relax his own muscles, recognizing just how stiff they were beginning to get, and he moves his arm to fully drape over you and pull you in. His muscles loosening underneath you is your sign to move an arm over to rest on his leg.

His muscles were taught underneath his jeans. You felt the sweat on his palms, but it didn’t bother you. It actually made you smile. Joel Miller. A tough Texan who rarely let others in was a nervous wreck trying to get close to you. You stifled a giggle and adjusted yourself to be slightly more pressed into his body, almost crossing your leg with his.

Joel could hardly breathe. You were playing into it. It crossed his mind that maybe you’re being nice and don’t want to reject him. But he also noticed your hand on his thigh and how you sometimes would trace shapes or squeeze it lovingly there. It made him feel like a teenager, and he was basking in every second he got to feel his hand on your waist.

The only reason you both noticed the movie ended was when others began to stand up, grab their seats and the floodlights that lit the area came on. It made both of you jump a bit but no one rushed to untangle themselves from the other. He looked over to you, who began to slowly get up from where you were, cool air running over what had once been covered in warmth on his side. He tried to ignore the emptiness he felt without you being next to him so close, having grown accustomed to it for a couple hours.

“So…” You trailed off, not really sure what to say. Your anxiety was through the roof. Both of you weren’t sure if you should address what just happened, or go back to business as usual. Joel spoke before you could. “Let me walk you home.” He quickly insisted, standing and holding a hand to you. You smiled and took it, feeling a bit nervous. You knew if you didn’t address it immediately, it would definitely happen later. You hoped when he got to your door.

The walk home was quiet for the most part. A few comments on the movie, Joel told you a part he’s loved since he was young. You noted how nice it is to be able to do this despite the world’s circumstances. He agreed.

You’d just turned onto your street when Joel spoke again. “Can we talk?” He stopped mid step. It was a rare moment of bravery from him you wrote off as uncharacteristic. Startled by the abruptness, you stopped as well, disconnecting from his hand but not wanting to.

He watched as your arm fell back to your side. With a strong huff of air, he covered his mouth in stress. “I don’t know how to say this.” He said, honestly. You dreaded the worst. He’s going to tell you he doesn’t want this- or anything more. This wasn’t going to happen. He wasn’t going to go home with you.

“Start with the first word.” You suggested, hoping you’d spark anything to get him to spit out what he was trying to say faster. Like a bandaid, you wanted the end of this to be quick and easy.

“You.” Joel said, clearly having more but working through how to put it. You gave him pause to gather his thoughts. “Y’know, you’re always on my mind but we don’t talk and then today you ask me to see the movies, but it’s just because you don’t want to go alone…” He begins to ramble. “Which I know is bullshit because you don’t mind going places by yourself.” Your breath hitches in your throat. He’s seen you this whole time. Why has he not said anything? Done anything?

“And then you spend half the damn movie basically in my lap and darlin’”- That nickname. “I am trying to be as respectful as possible but you just look so beautiful all the damn time and after tonight I don’t know if you feel the same, but I-I need to know. So I know what I can and can’t say to you. Say the word and I promise I’ll never touch you in that way.”

Dumbfounded, you just looked at him, mouth slightly open. It was the most Joel had ever said at one time to you, ever. He never vented. He spoke but in small bits and it was straightforward. He knew what to say. He always knew what to say. But around you he didn’t.

That one small fact had you lightheaded. And then his words dawned on you. Say the word and I promise I’ll never touch you in that way.

“No!” You blurted out. “I mean, I want you to touch me.” You cringed at how awkward it came out. “I mean…” A laugh from yourself blurted out at how hard this really was to put into words. “What do you want to say to me?” Settling on that, you looked into his eyes and found them pouring into yours. He’d smiled and chuckled in relief at your nervousness, giving him enough of an answer. Stepping forward, he traced the side of your face with a calloused finger, stopping after moving hair behind your ear. It gave you chills.

“I want to say,” He paused, looping a hand around your waist. “That I’ve been waiting to get you in my arms since we first met.” His words were enough to make the coldest person alive melt. “And you’re the only one who has got me wrapped around their finger like you.” His low voice rumbled in your chest as he closed some of the distance between you. He paused. Searching your eyes for any kind of resistance, hesitation… regret. He found none.

“I was going to say the same thing.” You grinned, closing any space between the both of you. His lips were rough on yours, his beard prickling the edges of your cheeks. Your fingers found their way into his hair and you sank into his grasp.

Joel felt like this was who he was supposed to be kissing. Who’s skin he was meant to be touching. His heart was thundering in his chest. He’d been falling for you for so long, he forgot the possibility that you’d possibly feel the same and settled on the idea you were better off without him. He knew now, under your grip which was soft but commanding all at once, you were just as deep in pining after him in return.

In reality, you kissed like that under the low street lighting for three minutes. It felt like an hour. Pulling away felt like diving underwater, far away from oxygen. Barely a foot apart and yet it felt so far.

“Do you want to come inside when we get back?” You asked, breathless. He chuckled, lips curving into a smile to match your own. “I want nothing more, sweetheart.” Joel’s gravelly tone lulled. It was rich with care and lust. Damn that voice. The voice that would drift you to sleep that night, whispering sweet praises under sheets you’d only slept in alone prior. It felt nice to have his breath on your neck, his bare legs tangled with yours, his soft skin on yours until morning. Ellie got the privacy she needed, and Joel got the night he deserved.

You’d worry about what to tell your mother some other time.

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Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff

CW: Yunho is a bit of an ass at the beginning, marking, possessive Yunho, fingering (F receiving), oral (F receiving), overstimulation, slight restraint, creampie.

Prompts: 6) “Was it worth it?”

72) “Use your words.”

74) “Did I tell you to stop?”

Word count: 7840

Summary: Yunho has been off lately, work is getting to be a lot and he's not paying much attention to you anymore. At dinner you try to catch his attention but end up catching the attention of 7 others.

Prompt List MasterList Buy me a Coffee

It was 1am and you were still awake...Well just about. Your phone held tightly in your hand as you slowly drifted in and out of consciousness trying your hardest to keep your attention fixed on the show you were watching. You were waiting up for Yunho to get home, not that you needed to of course, but you always liked to know he got home safely especially on nights he wasn't with you.

Practice must have been running late again, that wad the whole reason Yunho decided to stay at the dorms with the rest of the group for the time being, he felt it was easier on you if he did that to save you waking up at the crack of dawn every morning and him waking you up when he'd come home late at night. Yet there you were, the same as last night and the night before, struggling to keep your eyes open just waiting for the message to come through that he was home.

Your eyes shot open when you felt your phone buzz in your hand. Quickly opening it, you were glad to see his text.

[1:12 am] Yunho: Home.

[1:12 am] Y/n: Yay!!! How was practice??

[1:15 am] Yunho: Good.

[1:15 am] Y/n: Oh good, well get some sleep you must be tired. 😥

[1:20 am] Yunho: Ok.

[1:21 am] Y/n: Ok, well I love you, sleep well ❤

[1:22 am] Yunho: Night.

You felt a small pang of hurt in your chest as you read over the texts. You tried to shrug it off as him just being tired, it was 1 in the morning after all, but the way he seemed so blunt and seemed to not give even an ounce of effort hurt. You were too tired to deal with all that right now and maybe after getting sleep the two of you would be feeling better in the morning.

The next morning you were woken by your phone ringing on the bed side table. In your half asleep state you didn't bother looking at who it was that was calling before answering.

"Hello?" You say, voice still thick with sleep.

"Hey sleepy head." You open your eyes fully at the sound of Yunho’s voice, he seemed a lot more normal in comparison to last night.

"We've got a short practice today and the guys wanted me to ask if you wanted to come for dinner with us tonight." You felt a small smile appear on your face.

"Of course, where are we going?"

"I'm not entirely sure, Hongjoong said he saw this nice restaurant the other day, he said it looked fancy but not over the top fancy." You hum along to his response as you thought about what you could wear, you didn't want to be too dressy but you didn't want to be underdressed either.

"That sounds great, I'll join you guys, tell them I said thank you for the invite." You must have been on loud speaker because as soon as you said thank you a chorus of "You're welcome" could be heard down the phone, making you laugh.

"I'll pick you up at 7."

"Okay, see you later, I love you." You smile to yourself, but the line went dead without a reply from Yunho. You're really trying not to worry about it, he's busy and tired and you understand that, but he's been so off it's starting to get to you. Shrugging the whole thing off you go over to your closet to find something to wear.

Evening rolls around and you're borderline ready. You decided on a black dress, you needed to get Yunho's attention especially after how he's been. Your dress was shorter than you'd normally wear but not too short to the point it was inappropriate and the neckline was just deep enough to give a small glimpse at your cleavage, you're grateful Yunho is tall since from his angle he might be the only one seeing it which is exactly what you planned. You never dressed for anyone but yourself but right now you were willing to put that moral aside for the night, feeling pushed aside yourself by Yunho you needed something that you knew would catch his eye and hopefully he'd actually give you the attention you'd been craving. Attention that lasted longer than 10 minutes.

You're busy fiddling with your earrings and checking over your makeup when you feel your phone go off.

[6:59 pm] Yunho: Here.

[7:00 pm] Y/n: I'll be down in a sec.

You smile giving yourself a mental thumbs up as you take one last look in the mirror before grabbing your bag and rushing to the door. Walking out the front door of your apartment building you see Yunho waiting by the car, dressed up in his smart casual shirt and jeans combo. The smile he gives you doesn't go unnoticed.

"Wow, wow, slow down." He chuckles as you start to rush over to him.

"We don't want to turn dinner into a hospital trip." He says holding you by the waist to stop the potential of you losing balance.

"I'm fine, I won't fall. You look great." You smile fixing the small curl in his collar.

"So do you, amazing actually." You feel a sense of pride take over as you watch his eyes scan over you with that look you knew all too well. It seems you got his attention, and guessing from where his eyes lingered a little too long, something else has his attention too.

“Shall we get going?” You nod in response just before he leans down giving you a quick kiss on the cheek and opening the car door for you. You raise an eyebrow at him, silently joking with him about the chivalrous move while he rolls his eyes at you with a wide smile. He waits for you to get comfy in the car before closing the door and rushing over to his side and getting in.

The drive to the restaurant was like it always was with you two, singing along to the music that was playing and having a laugh. There’s a moment when the car falls into a comfortable silence, the music quietly playing in the background as you hum along. You notice how Yunho looks over to you, a smile on his face like he was seeing you for the first time all over again and you can’t help but smile back. You were internally scolding yourself for getting worried over some stupid texts, how could you second guess how he felt towards you, just the way he looks at you told you all you needed to know.

Turning his attention back to the road, his hand moves from the steering wheel and settles on your exposed thigh, giving it a light squeeze telling you he was still giving you his attention even if he wasn’t looking at you, and that’s where his hand stayed the rest of the journey only leaving your thigh to change gears from time to time.

You pull up to the restaurant and your eyes light up from just the view of the outside. You guessed Hongjoong wasn’t lying when he said it was a bit fancy, it looked like something you’d find in Paris, and from this alone you started to feel that you were possibly underdressed. Before you could put your hand to the door handle Yunho was already out of the car and rushing over to your side, repeating what he did when he picked you up. Taking your hand he helps you out of the car and shutting the door behind you before linking your arm in his and walking into the restaurant.

You started to wonder where everyone was, no one meeting you both outside. Your thoughts were answered when the hostess led you and Yunho over to a large table, everyone already sat down and deep in conversation.

“Here they are, took your time.” Wooyoung jokes calling over and moving everyone’s attention to the both of you. You both laugh his comment off, but you’ve now realised no one seems to be looking at Yunho. All eyes seem to be on you. You feel a small blush creep up your cheeks at the sudden attention. Yunho notices all eyes are on you but he doesn’t think anything of it, glancing back down at you he can see why all the guys are staring, he knew if he was able to that’s all he’d be doing too. With his hand on the small of your back Yunho guides you over to the last two available seats, him taking the one next to Mingi and you next to Jongho.

“You look nice tonight Y/n.” Mingi compliments as you approach your seat earning a small smirk from you.

“Are you saying I don’t look nice anyway?” You joke laughing at his flustered face as he tries to back pedal.

“No, no, you always look nice, I meant...”

“It’s okay Mingi, I’m pulling your leg.” You smile resting a hand on his shoulder in comfort, you could feel the tension leave his shoulders as he starts to giggle along with the others.

Joking with the boys was like second nature to you now, when you were first introduced to the Ateez boys you were a bit more reserved, keeping your humour on the down low out of fear of offending one someone or making a bad impression, but over time you grew to be comfortable around them and you came out of your shell more and more to the point you can now be your true unfiltered self in front of them, and they love every second of it, to the others you’re like their little sister.

You take your seat and Yunho tucks you in earning him a lot of ooh’s and ah’s which makes you chuckle lightly, turning your face away from Yunho so he couldn’t see. Conversation quickly picks up where it left off, Hongjoong, Wooyoung and Seonghwa talking about the various figures they’ve been looking at followed by Wooyoung threatening to break one of Seonghwa’s Lego sets which soon breaks out into a small argument that Hongjoong tries to stop. San and Yeosang sharing funny videos with each other and saying how they remind them of different members of the group. Mingi and Yunho are laughing at some weird inside joke the two of them share that you are still yet to work out, and you’re conversing with Jongho about a TV show he’s been binging lately.

“Y/n, I’m telling you, you need to watch it, it keeps you on the edge of your seat, one minute you think it’s this person and then the next your mind is changed completely. It’s a mind fuck.” Jongho rambles on excitedly with his arms waving all over the places as he tries to explain the plot without spoiling it for you.

“Jongho, I have one question...Will it piss me off?” His eyes widen and he frantically nods his head at you.

“I don’t get annoyed at TV that much but this has me screaming, I need to know who it is and I’m getting nowhere.” You nod along as he talks with a smile on your face. He knew your taste in TV shows all too well, you loved the type of mysteries that had you screaming and rethinking your list of suspects.

“You’ve sold me, I need to see this show now.” You laugh and his smile widens knowing he finally has someone to rant to about it. You carry on talking about different TV shows and movies with Jongho but you’ve noticed he’s starting to get distracted every now and then but by what you have no idea and choose to ignore it completely.

Yunho glances over to you out of habit but stops when he catches onto the way Jongho’s looking at you, the tips of the younger’s ears turning a light shade of red and his eyes wide with concentration. Yunho keeps a subtle eye on him until he notices how Jongho’s eyes would occasionally flit down to your chest while you look away for a second and then go right back to your face when your full attention is on him again. Yunho feels how he starts to frown with annoyance and can’t help it, he knows he can trust Jongho not to do anything but the way his eyes wander over you sparks up jealousy and possessiveness inside him, emotions he never usually feels.

“One sec.” He quickly says turning his attention back to Mingi for a second. Mingi lightly nods and turns his attention to San and Yeosang jumping into their conversation as Yunho turns to you.

“What are you guys talking about?” He asks calmly with a small smile making sure to shuffle a little closer to your side and resting a hand on your thigh for Jongho to clearly see as a way of sending him a silent message.

“Oh Jongho was just telling me about this show he’s been watching, we need to watch it when you’re over next.” You smile excitedly in hopes he’ll agree.

“Jongho, is this that same show you’ve been raving about to us for the last few days?” The younger nods frantically again.

“You seriously need to watch it, come on if not for me do it for y/n.” He says as the both of you turn to Yunho with pouts on your faces pleading him to give in.

“Okay, okay, I’ll watch it, but if it’s awful I’m forcing you to have a Harry Potter marathon with me.” Jongho grimaces at the thought of it, it’s not that he didn’t like Harry Potter but it’s the thought of not only having to sit through all 8 movies in one sitting but it was also the thought of having to wear the robes. Yunho always made the others wear their house robes whenever it was on, he thought it was hysterical and a fun idea despite the groans from the others.

“Oh y/n has to know this story.” You hear Seonghwa mention your name from across the table which instantly grabs your attention.

“What story?” You ask leaning placing your arms on the table and leaning over them to be able to hear them better.

You were oblivious to the looks you started to receive, the way you were sat with your arms tucked under your chest meant your breasts were lifted a little more showing off a bit more cleavage. Wooyoung and San exchanged wide eyed looks silently confirming with each other that they were seeing the same thing. Noticing the youngers looks Hongjoong gave Wooyoung a discreet elbow to the ribs and a warning look telling him not to ogle at you.

“Oh.” Seonghwa clears his throat getting himself together to tell the story.

“At practice the other day we were working as usual after break but someone must have left an open water bottle on the floor.” He starts soon getting interrupted by Wooyoung who’s dying of laughter as the scene plays out in his head again.

“We’re getting to a pretty intense part of the choreography when...”

“Yeosang knocks over the bottle and slips on the water.” Wooyoung interrupts, wheezing with laughter while the others chuckle along, all except Yeosang who’s rolling his eyes.

“Oh come on Yeo, it was hilarious, you ate shit and kissed the floor.” The younger continues to wheeze out between fits of laughter.

“Oh, you want to try an embarrass me, how about we tell y/n what happened to you earlier?” Yeosang cocks a mischievous brow at Wooyoung who’s now rendered to silence at the realisation of what he’s talking about.

“You dare.” Wooyoung warns as Yeosang gives him a smirk before turning to you.

“Our lovely Woo over there likes this girl, she goes to the coffee shop a couple streets away from the dorms.” He starts. You can’t help but look at Wooyoung who’s scowling at this point and aww at him finding his crush really cute.

“We walked past the coffee place today and he saw her in there and got all excited. So being the good friend I am I told him to go for it and ask for her number, maybe even buy her a pastry.”

“You dare finish that story and I swear.”

“I’m hyping him up, he gets excited and decided he’ll do it. Just as he turns to go in he walks into the glass door.” The table erupts with laughter while Wooyoung sits sulking in his chair.

“He got so embarrassed he turned around and walked off.” You’re close to tears with how hard you were laughing, granted you felt a little bad for Wooyoung, it must have been a horrible experience, but you couldn’t help the image of him bouncing off the glass door playing in your mind.

“OKAY HOW ABOUT...” Wooyoung screeches quickly standing from his chair. The sudden movement and lack of room he had made the table wobble, resulting in your glass of wine falling down the front of you. You quickly sit up straight rushing to grab your napkin to clean yourself up.

“Shit y/n, I’m so sorry.” Wooyoung panics, his hands waving around not knowing what to do with himself.

“It’s okay Woo, you didn’t mean it, lucky the dress is black.” You laugh as you continue to wipe over your cleavage while Yunho assists in trying to clean up your dress as best he could. The table went silent. You and Yunho were too busy trying to clean up the wine to notice how all eyes had fallen on you again. They all wanted desperately to look away, to be respectful to not only you but Yunho as well, but the way your tits bounced a little as you wiped over them had them all in a trance, only to be made worse when you pulled the front of your dress forward a tiny bit to get the last of the wine off you. Jongho next to you became a blushing mess, getting the best view out of all of them, apart from Yunho. He knew he needed to tear his eyes away but no matter how much he tried he couldn’t.

Once you were cleaned up as good as you could get you looked back up to everyone, who quickly diverted their gazes elsewhere but not before Yunho caught on, the grip on his napkin getting tighter with annoyance.

The rest of dinner went smoothly, conversation flowed as normal and no more wine was spilt. One thing you did notice was Yunho’s hand never left you, he always had his hand either on your thigh, the small of your back or on your arm, it was comforting but at the same time a little strange given how he’d been acting lately.

The end of dinner rolls around and Hongjoong quietly asks for the bill. Lost in conversation you don’t realise the bill has turned up until Hongjoong is pulling out his wallet.

“Oh, how much does mine come to?” You ask catching Hongjoong’s attention as you sift through your purse fishing out your money.

“No, no, dinner is on me tonight for all of you.” Cheers from the boys erupted around the table and thanks from all of them could be heard, but you shake your head in protest.

“No, I can’t let you pay for me as well as the 8 of you it’s too much, please.” You hold out your hand in an attempt to hand him your cash.

“Y/n, relax I’m the one who mentioned it to Yunho about inviting you, so it’s only right I pay.” He smiles over to you waving his hand for you to put your money away. You still held your hand out until Yunho lightly held your wrist bringing it back to you.

“You might as well give up on trying baby, he might be small but he’s stubborn.”

“I heard that.” Hongjoong quipped shooting Yunho a quick glare before turning his attention to the bill. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the short interaction as you put your purse away. After the bill had been taken away you all get to your feet, grabbing anything you brought along with you and all headed to the door.

“Thank you so much for the invite, I’ve had a great night.” You smile addressing them all.

“You’re always welcome y/n, no invite is ever needed for you.” Seonghwa replies softly, leaning down to give you a quick hug. After Seonghwa gave you a hug the others started flooding towards you also giving you hugs and telling you it was nice to see you again. You don’t stop the beaming smile that was on your face, feeling loved by all the boys always made you happy, you felt at home with them.

“Come on then, let’s get you home.” Yunho ushers, his hand finding it’s place on the small of your back again. You nod in response and give a small wave to the group thanking them again before you followed behind Yunho to his car.

Sitting in the passengers seat you let out a content sigh with a smile still on your face.

“Today was nice, did you have a good time?” You ask turning to face Yunho as he starts the car.

“Mhm.” Was all he replied with. You tilt your head in confusion at his bluntness and the seemingly serious look on his face.

“Are you sure, you don’t exactly look happy.” Another mmm was your answer, short and blunt, not even bothering to look at you. You could feel the smallest bit of annoyance bubble up inside you but you decide to leave it, snapping right now would just be cause for a bad situation. For the rest of the drive to your place the two of you sat in tension thick silence, him clearly not in the mood to acknowledge you and you not in the mood to start a fight over his childishness.

Pulling up to your place you step out of the car silently only turning to look at Yunho when he gets out himself.

“You coming in for a bit?” You tried to make it sound more like an offer than a straight out question. He gives you a small nod yes and follows you inside. Closing the door behind him you can’t shake the uneasy feeling that’s settled inside you, it would have been one thing if he dropped you off at home and went back to the dorms but now he’s stood in your living room with you, just the two of you and the tension is undeniably thick, so thick you could cut it with a knife. You needed to speak up.

“Yu, is everything okay, you’ve been a bit off.” You say stepping towards him lightly holding his forearm. He combs his fingers through his hair as he thinks of a response, frustration now clear on his face.

“Was it worth it?” You look up at him wide eyed and confused.

“What do you mean, what did I do?”

“What you pulled at dinner, you know what you were doing, that dress, wearing it around the guys, I don’t know if you noticed but all night they’ve been staring at you and it wasn’t your face they were staring at.” His tone is sharp and annoyed, his eyebrow raised as he spoke.

“Yu, you’re over reacting, hell if anything I wore this dress to get a reaction out of you, you’ve hardly spoken to me for days and yes okay I get it you’re busy with work at the moment but I’m just sick of the one word answers all the time, you don’t seem to give a shit anymore.” Your voice raises the more you talk, the built up frustration spilling out, you can’t tell if you want to scream or cry.

“I just wanted to wear something that would get your attention and only your attention, I wanted to feel seen by you again.” Yunho was slowly getting closer to you as you spoke while you took steps back to keep some sort of distance between you as you continue to rant.

Your outburst is cut short when your back hits the wall and Yunho towering over you, caging you in with an arm resting against the wall next to your head.

“Yu...what are...”

“So you wanted my attention huh?” He asks, voice low and his eyes piercing yours. You swallow thickly as you slowly nod at him keeping eye contact.

“Then my attention you’ll get.” Before you could say anything his lips were against yours in a bruising kiss, the force of it making your head slightly hit the wall behind you, keeping you pinned to the spot. Yunho’s lips were quick against yours making it difficult for you to keep up with his pace, it was like he wanted to do so much but had very little time to do it. One hand placed itself on the back of your neck while the other held you close at the hip, pressing you against his body. All the air in your lungs seemed to have been ripped out but the last thing you wanted to do was to break the kiss for a breath, if this was how you died then you’d die happy in the arms of Yunho and his lips against yours with bruising intensity.

Yunho is the one to pull away first but only momentarily, taking a breath before diving into your neck. A gasp escapes you as he leaves open mouth kisses along your pulse point, occasionally nipping at the sensitive skin earning him a small whine from you every time. This wasn’t the type of attention you were begging for but you weren’t complaining in the slightest, you were revelling in it becoming putty in his hands as you could feel the heat start to pool at your core.

His lips trailed up to dot kisses along your jaw before descending again first to your neck, down to your collarbone until they finally hit the swell of your breasts. Yunho kissed and bit any skin of your breasts he could get to, small teeth marks started to litter them and when he pulled back he couldn’t help but smile down at them.

“What?” You ask breathing heavily.

“Mine. All of you is mine and now you have the marks to prove it, anyone does so much as peek at them and my marks will be there to greet them.” You felt dizzy over the thought of him marking his territory.

“Just know there’s more where that came from baby.” Before you could even think of something to say you felt your feet leave the floor as you find yourself getting thrown over Yunho’s shoulder, his strength showing in how he’s able to carry you to your room holding you with only one arm that’s purely there for support. Kicking the door to your room open Yunho makes his way over to the bed, dropping you from his shoulder onto the mattress with enough force to make you bounce a little as you landed.

The dark look in his eye tore through you, a shiver running down your spine as he slowly crawled onto the bed, settling his knee between your legs and bringing his face to yours. You lift yourself to rest on your elbows, the gap between you closing ever so slightly but close enough for you to feel his breath lightly fan across your face. He take a moment to take in the sight of you, wide eyes, waiting for his next move before he wraps an arm around your back pulling you up as he settles on his knees pulling you to straddle his lap bringing you back in for another fast paced kiss.

Yunho’s hands run up your back, fingers gripping the zip of your dress slowly pulling it down making the garment fall loosely around your shoulders, exposing enough skin for him to resume his previous ministrations. Moving from you lips he trails kisses and bites along your jaw and down your neck, making sure to stop every now and then to suck deep purple marks in the most visible spots on your neck making sure you couldn’t cover them with ease. Once he was happy with the litter of bruises he’d left scattered across your neck he continued his work further south, decorating your collar and chest in the same way all while you let out soft sighs and whimpers as your fingers tangle in his hair pulling him in closer to you.

While his lips keep busy along your chest, Yunho moves his hands to slide up your thighs and under your dress, effortlessly lifting the item of clothing off you completely, pulling away from you to let it come up over your head. He doesn’t move for a second as his eyes lock onto the matching set of lingerie you had hidden under the dress all night.

“New set?” He asks looking up to your face through his eyelashes.

“Went out and bought it not long after you called, thought it would be a nice little surprise if things got this far tonight.” Your voice is breathy, panting lightly from how worked up he’s already got you.

“Purple too...pretty.” He purrs dipping his head down to kiss along the swell of your left breast while one of his hands come up to give the right a bit of attention, lightly squeezing and ghosting his thumb over your already perked nipple causing a shaky sigh to leave your lips.

"Purple suits you." He continues to purr against your chest, only for his hands to snake around the back and one swift motion, the clasp comes undone, bra straps dropping down your shoulders as it loosely hangs off your body.

"Oops.” He smirks as he teases the light fabric straps down your arms, throwing the new garment onto the floor. Looking at your slightly annoyed face at the fact he didn't enjoy it on you long enough, a pout making its way onto your face.

"But..." You try to whine, silenced when a long finger of his is pressed against your lips, his eyes did all the talking for him. Keeping his finger pressed to your lips he raises himself a little to drop you onto your back once again, caging you under him. His finger slides down from your lips, pulling slightly at your bottom lip as he watches it bounce back into place before running his finger down the length of your torso until it hit the front of your panties. His eyes never leave yours as he hooks his finger under the hem and pulls the small, thin panties off you in one swift movement.

You became hyperaware at how exposed you were and how fully clothed he was, making you blush a little from embarrassment. You could feel the feather light touches of his fingers ghosting along the inside of your thigh, your hips bucking slightly to get him to touch you where you need it most, but only to be met with a small smirk.

Yunho’s fingers continue to ghost along your skin, brushing up your slit with hardly any pressure. You grip his shirt tightly in your fists, looking up to him with pleading eyes and a pathetic whine as you try again to roll your hips into his hand trying to get even an ounce of friction to ease the crippling need you were feeling in your core.

“Please Yunho.” You plead attempting to pull him closer to you but he keeps himself rooted to the spot.

“Please what Darling?”

“Please touch me.” Your grip on his shirt tightened even more to the point your nails would be digging into your palms if it wasn’t for the fabric between them. Your mind snapping back momentarily to how Yunho is still fully clothed, you decide to waste no time rushing to undo the buttons of his shirt, but the shakiness of your hands make the task difficult.

“No.” Yunho growls, gripping both your wrists in one hand easily and pinning them above your head, bringing his face back down to yours so close to the point your noses almost touch.

“You’re going to be patient for me, understand?” You swallow thickly, hardly blinking as you slowly nod your head in understanding.

“Use your words.” He says tightening his grip on your wrists making you wince a little but purely out of pleasure.

“Yes, I understand...I’ll be patient.” Your words came out sounding more pathetic than you anticipated, the neediness perfectly clear in the way you spoke.

“Good girl.” Yunho purrs, biting your bottom lip before he lowers himself down your torso and settling between your legs.

You watch the way he quirks his eyebrow once his eyes meet your core which you know for a fact is soaked. He doesn’t make a comment, he simply bites his lip as he dips a finger to run along your slit again, collecting your wetness to bring it up to your clit, tracing painfully slow circles around the sensitive nub. Your breath becomes shaky again, exhaling in staggered puffs as you try to roll into his finger again needing more pressure to get any sort of relief. You hear Yunho tsk at you shaking his head a little before his free hand settles on your hip, firmly holding you down on the mattress.

“I told you Darling, be patient.”

“But...I need more.” You whine gripping his hand on your hip trying your best to lift it just enough for you to be able to move again. You hear a small huff of a chuckle, looking down to him you watch as his other hand leaves your core completely and also settles on your hip helping him again leverage to hover over your face.

“Fine, I’ll give you more, but remember what they say...Be careful what you wish for.” Your eyes widen at his words, you really have no idea what you’ve just gotten yourself into. Seeing your wide eyes Yunho quirks an eyebrow at you with a smirk before dipping back down between your legs.

His fingers are back on you in an instant, but this time they weren’t so light. Pressing his thumb against your sensitive nub he rubs firm small circles making you yelp at the sudden stimulation. Yunho’s fingers dug into the flesh of your hip, the slight pain adding to the stimulation he was giving you. Your eyes were screwed shut and your mouth hung open slightly, heavy breaths filling the quiet room. You wanted desperately to open your eyes and talk a quick look at Yunho, to see his face, those dark eyes, to watch exactly what he was doing to you, but any time you gathered yourself together enough to even attempt it he either picked up the pace or added a bit more pressure again, making you screw your eyes shut even tighter.

The knot was already starting to slowly build and your heavy breaths turned into frequent moans and chants of please. You could hear a low hum before Yunho plunged two fingers into your soaked core, he wasn’t playing around tonight he was going straight for it. Scissoring you open first, being sure to prep you ready for later, but that was still a little while away. Your hands gripped the bed sheets to the point your knuckles turned white and high pitched moans filled the room when he started to curl his fingers, grazing your sweet spot.

“F...Fuck.” Was all you were capable of saying, your mind gone to mush and the ability to form a coherent sentence had gone completely out the window. Picking up his rhythm the fingers inside you were now pumping into you at the same pace as his thumb circling your clit, it was mind-blowing to say the least and it had your eyes rolling back into your skull as you felt the knot quickly tighten even more threatening to snap at any given moment.

The thrusts of his fingers were merciless, abusing your sweet spot and you clit simultaneously, you were so close to your high you could almost touch it but you needed just that little bit extra to get you there.

“Y...Yu...”

“You’re close Darling...Why don’t you cum for me, make a mess...go on.” His low voice and command shot straight through you, affecting you so much it had your orgasm hitting you there and then, his name leaving your lips in a flow of chants and your legs trembling uncontrollably as you tried desperately to close your legs around his hands.

“Oh no, I’m not done with you yet.” Yunho chuckles removing his hands from your core and holding your legs open by your knees. You didn’t get a chance to recover from your orgasm before you felt his tongue lapping up your essence, licking a frim line straight up your slit and flicking your clit quickly with the tip of his tongue every time he got there. Sitting up with a yelp of overstimulation you look down to see your boyfriend’s head buried between your thighs making quick work of lapping up every last drop.

“Yunho...So sensitive.” You cry out falling back onto the mattress squirming every time his tongue made contact with your swollen clit. You breathe out a sigh of relief when you feel his lips leave you for a moment as he lift his head up to look at you.

“You wanted more and that’s exactly what you’re getting, I told you be careful what you wish for.” And with that his lips were back on you, wrapping around your clit and sucking harshly. It took your breath away for a moment, the overwhelming sensitivity mixed with the pleasure had you falling limp, limbs trembling and feeling like jelly.

The overstimulation started to subside and became pure bliss, Yunho’s tongue switching between long licks along your slit and quick flicks at your clit before sucking again. He knew exactly what you liked and what made you tick but at the same time he never failed to surprise you, sex with Yunho was a new experience every time. You knew it wasn’t going to be long before another orgasm started to build, the stimulation was nonstop, the overwhelming pleasure brought tears to the corner of your eyes and moans flowed from your lips uncontrollably. Yunho was highly amused at the way you became a mess because of him, you could feel his smirk against you and the puff of warm breath as he lightly chuckled to himself every time your body twitched in response to his touch.

You didn’t get a chance to warn him how close you were this time, the orgasm hitting you full force unexpectedly making you gasp for air as every last breath was ripped from your lungs from the intensity. However, Yunho didn’t ease up on you, his quick paced licks continued over your core, once again lapping up every last bit of your essence.

Once he was satisfied he pulled away from you giving you a small moment to recover. Your eyes open to look at him but your vision was reduced to a blur as you came down from your second orgasm. It was mere seconds before his lips crashed into yours again, his tongue wandering every inch of your mouth letting you taste yourself. You moan lightly into the kiss, your shaky fingers wandering to undo the buttons of his shirt which he allowed you to do this time.

Yunho seemed to be desperate himself at this point, helping you unbutton his shirt and hastily removing it while his trousers and boxers follow closely behind landing in a heap on the bedroom floor to join your long forgotten dress and lingerie. You take a moment breaking away from the kiss to take a breath and to admire the sight you’d been longing to see for so long. Yunho fully exposed and hovering over you with that hungry look in his eye you’d seen many times before. You wanted to touch him so bad, no, you needed to. You wrap your fingers around his hard cock only being able to deliver two pumps before your hand was ripped away from him for the second time that night and pinned above your head.

“I want to touch you,” You pout looking at him with begging eyes, “I want to make you feel good too.”

“You’re the one who was begging for attention, not me, so attention is what I’m giving you.” Yunho brings your other hand above your head pinning both wrists now in one hand as he uses his free one to line himself with your entrance and fully sheathing himself in side you. The stretch stung a little but it only amplified the pleasure you were already feeling, your walls fluttering around him straight away making him groan lowly.

Not giving you a chance to adjust to the stretch, Yunho slowly started to roll his hips into yours, starting with a slow pace, mainly for himself, to keep himself composed to be able to ride this out for as long as he could. With the slow pace you could feel every vein in his cock and the way they drag along your walls, the sensation feeling like sparks of pleasure tearing through you.

The room was filled with the lewd sounds of your moans and his low groans accompanied by the sound of skin slapping skin as he gradually sped up. Your hands flexed under his grip desperately wanting to touch him but the grip he has on you make it impossible. You nudge his face with your nose catching his attention, your fucked out eyes begging him silently as you whine desperately trying to wriggle your hands out from his.

“What did I say earlier? Use your words.” Yunho growls, punctuating his command with a swift nip to your chest making you gasp in surprise.

“Please let me touch you.” You beg pathetically. “Please, please, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” Yunho lets go of your hands setting his own back on your hips, lifting you a little to allow his cock to reach deeper into you. Your hands flew to his shoulders the second you felt his tip graze your sweet spot, your nails digging into his skin leaving small crescent dents behind. Your mouth hung open in a silent moan. The way Yunho was now rutting into you at an ungodly speed had you constantly breathless, the pleasure every time he hit your sweet spot knocked the air from you lungs all while you tried to gasp for air at the same time. Your mind was fuzzy, all thoughts you could possibly have were non-existent the only thing present in your mind right now was Yunho and only Yunho.

“Ah, shit.” Yunho breathes out against your neck as he feels your walls start to clench around him, another orgasm of yours building again bringing him closer to his edge. He was determined to make you cum a third time before he could even think about finishing himself even if the grip your walls had on him made it difficult.

You were babbling complete nonsense at this point, you didn’t even know what you were trying to say to him, all you knew was your mouth was moving and sound was coming out but none of it was even close to resembling words, it was safe to say he’d fucked you dumb. Yunho slipped a hand from your hip to press his thumb to your clit, rubbing quick circles over the bud once again. You unconsciously arched into his touch, your slick body flush against his as he continued to work you closer to your high.

“Yu...C...Close.” You finally managed to say before your mind goes back to being putty.

“Cum for me Darling, I know you can do it.” His lips find your pulse point, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin pushing you even closer to your third orgasm which was seconds away from ripping through you. All it took was one last well placed thrust to have you screaming out his name, your shaking legs wrapping around his hips tightly as your whole body trembled under him.

Yunho’s pace became desperate, his thrusts speeding up even more, if that was even possible. The way your walls clenched around him like a vice had him on the edge.

“Too...Much...I can’t.” You cry out, the overstimulation now getting to be a bit too much for you to handle much longer.

“Just...A bit...Longer.” Yunho groaned out, punctuating every word with a harsh thrust that made your body tremble even more. The sweat was rolling down his temples, his hips stuttering as his high got closer and closer and his breathing heavy fanning his hot breath across your neck. Mere moments later he was burying his face him your neck, his hips stilling, his cock plunged deep inside you and his body twitching slightly as he came, shaky moans leaving him only to be muffled by your neck.

It took Yunho a minute or two to come down from his high before he pulled away from you and flopped down on the bed close to your side. There was a long silence between you as you both pant trying to get your breath back and recover from your post orgasm bliss.

“Y/n.” Yunho said quietly breaking the silence still a little breathless. You hum in response turning your head to look at him, his brows raised a bit in worry as he looked at you.

“I’m sorry for how I’ve been the last few days,” He starts, bringing his hand up to your waist stroking your skin lightly.

“Work has just been really busy and honestly, pretty shit. I get home every night and I’m so exhausted to the point I want to pass out as soon as I walk through the door.” Your hand finds his, squeezing it lightly as you look at him with a small smile.

“It’s okay, I always thought you were tired, it was just my stupid brain overthinking the blunt texts.” His eyes fall away from yours. He felt awful for making you feel that way, he didn’t even realise.

“I won’t do it again, I promise you that. You’re on my mind all day and the thought of you is what gets be through the tough days, so please never think I don’t love you or I don’t want to talk to you, I...” You silence his rambling with a sweet kiss which you could feel him melt into as his lips moved lazily against yours. You pull away to look at him, to take in every small feature, until you heard a small whine.

“Did I tell you to stop?” He complained puckering his lips again begging for more kisses. You quietly giggle at him before leaning back in giving him what he wants before pulling away again, cupping his face in your hands.

“All is forgiven and forgotten okay.” You smile at him as he nods back. “How about we get some sleep, I think you’ll need it after the last few days.” He nods again pulling the covers over the two of you before burying his face into the crook of your neck as he held you close to him.

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The Safehouse (Bucky x Reader)

You have to stay over in a remote cabin for a mission…but there’s only one bed MASTERLIST

T/W: mentioning of nightmares/trauma (mostly thanos and winter soldier stuff), talk of guns, talk of shooting, reader is a widow–mention of red room trauma

-- “Pretty sure this is the place Fury talked about, this is the only house I’ve seen in miles.” (Y/n) sighed as the door to the cabin opened without a problem. Why would it need to even be locked if there wasn’t any sign of well, anyone, for miles.

This cabin was just a hidden spot for hopefully a one night stay. Fury suggested it, as both his agents needed to be active in the area, for when the coming threat–Hydra–passed through. Their sources said it should be passing by sometime tomorrow afternoon, the latest being a 72 hour stay.

“We could be camping, and that would be even worse. Heard it can get cold around here at night, and that’s not even counting wind chill.” Bucky said, setting his bag down on the small kitchen table. “Looks like we have no electricity, but there is a wood stove and running water.” He sighed, noticing the abundance of both matches and candles.

(Y/n) went over to the cabinets, sure enough there was a healthy stockpile of canned food and other dried goods they could get by on. Nothing compared to eating the foods that New York had to offer, but this would suffice for the time being. “Did you check upstairs? Someone said the closet will have a fake back and that’s where extra weapons are.”

Bucky nodded, going up the stairs where the bedroom was. He had to do a double take. The stairs lead right to one bedroom; not two, one. Even worse, there was one queen bed sitting in the middle of said bedroom, in a cabin where the only other option to lay was the floor. “Hey uh, (Y/n)? Can you come here?”

She quickly ran up the stairs, gun in hand, clearly worried by the tone of his voice. “What is it?” She asked him, looking around the room before her eyes fell right on what clearly worried him, and now her.

One fucking bed.

“I’ll just lay on the floor downstairs or something. It’s not a big deal.” Bucky told her, shrugging as if it was nothing. Shrugging like his back wasn’t sore enough as it was, sleeping on the floor of his apartment back home. One more night of painful floor sleeping wouldn’t kill him, maybe mess up his spine beyond repair, but not kill him.

“It’s okay, I can sleep on the floor. Or, we can sleep in shifts or something?” She suggested, brushing past him to check on the closet, sure enough, a fake back door that concealed a weapon stash. “Or–a crazy idea really–we just tough it out and share the bed?” (Y/n) asked him, feeling the heat rise up on the back of her neck, feeling the seconds tick by as she waited for his answer.

Bucky tried his best to not blush, looking down at his feet before he answered her. “I’m not saying that we can’t, but I sometimes get these nightmares, and I wake up a lot. I don’t want to put you through that.” He told her, knowing it was embarrassing enough to have to confess that he had them, and even more embarrassing to even have them in the first place.

She nodded, tongue in cheek as she tried to not make a fool of herself. “If it makes you feel better, that happens to me a lot of the nights too.” She told him, feeling the silence hang thick in the air before she coughed and looked at her watch. “Well, it’s getting late, and we’ve been walking here all day, and I think we should just try and get some sleep.”

He said nothing as he shrugged off his jacket, tossing it somewhere on the ground as he laid on top of the bed; still dressed in his t-shirt, jeans, and boots while he laid there. “Okay, goodnight.”

“Bucky, I might not be the smartest person in the world, but I think you should get comfortable before you try to sleep.” She smiled at him, grabbing her backpack off the floor and bringing it with her into the bathroom.

Of course, she was right and he was just being ridiculous. There was nothing embarrassing about this. Two agents needed to both get some sleep, in order to do their job they were assigned to do, and it just so happened they needed to both sleep in the same bed. And it just so happened that Bucky already had to be working the case with his crush, and now he had to spend the whole night sharing the bed with said crush.

As soon as he heard the door to the bathroom open, he quickly kicked off his boots and jeans, his shirt discarded with it as he hastily climbed under the covers. (Y/n) came out of the bathroom, wearing a t-shirt and sleep shorts, giving him a shy smile. “See, now that’s better. You at least look like you’re more comfortable.” She said, moving to the other side of the bed and sliding under the covers.

“If you need me to leave, at any part of the night, let me know and it’s not a problem.” Bucky told her as they both lay in the dark, both flat on their backs staring at the ceiling to not look at each other.

There was a long pause; silence was getting a little more comfortable for the both of them. “My nightmares are about the Red Room. They took me from my parents because apparently I had amazing genes. They turned me into a killer, and that’s something I have nightmares about. Knowing what I did, while just being a pawn for people in charge of me.”

He reached down under the covers, holding her hand with his. He had made sure to get the left side of the bed, that way his arm wouldn’t be near her. “I get them about, well shit, everything. Mostly the Winter Soldier stuff, but sometimes I’ll get a really nice dream about my mother and while it’s a good thing, it’s also a nightmare sometimes.”

“I’m glad we can be honest with each other, you know? I mean, we both kind of went through the same shit if you look at it.” She said softly, Bucky looking at her and noticing a silent tear running down her cheek.

“We’re both okay now.” He told her, turning in the bed to face her. “Something my therapist said, was accepting what’s happened, but knowing you’re moving forward from it, is how you kind of feel better about it. That and when you’re brainwashed, you really can’t help it.”

(Y/n) smiled slightly, turning over so she could face him. “I thought you said she was a shit therapist and you fired her?”

Bucky chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, she and I didn’t really get along. Can’t say she didn’t give me one little bit of good advice though.”

“We should try to get some sleep.” She said softly, giving him one last smile before she turned over, still holding his hand as she laid flat on her back.

–

Bucky sat up with a large gasp, leaning forward on his knees while he tried to catch his breath. Nightmare about one of the many Winter Soldier victims, as usual.

“Bucky what is it? What’s wrong?” (Y/n) asked as she sat up, instantly checking him over to make sure he was alright. “Breathe, you’re okay.” She told him, reaching over and gently rubbing his back.

He nodded, feeling both embarrassed and ashamed she saw him like this. “I’m okay, just a nightmare. Go back to bed, I’ll try to sleep on the floor downstairs.” He tried to leave the bed, only to get stopped by her hand reaching out and grabbing his arm to stop him.

“I don’t like to be alone.” She mumbled to him, shaking her head when she realized how crazy it sounded. “Please, just stay.” She said, her voice breaking.

Bucky felt his cheeks glow red, and was thankful that it was dark inside of the room. Everything was lit by the moon, leaving the room in an almost blue hue. “Of course.” He said softly while he slowly slid back under the covers.

(Y/n) didn’t say anything as she moved closer to him, gently resting one hand on his cheek while the other was on his shoulder. “I just didn’t want to be alone, and I know you don’t want to be alone either.”

“I don’t want to keep you awake if I have a nightmare again.” He muttered, the last excuse he was capable of making. He would give anything to be able to just stay in the bed, laying this close to (Y/n).

“You can wake me up as many times as you need to.” She smiled, leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead before snuggling down into his chest. “Try to get some rest, we need to be on the lookout tomorrow.”

They both laid next to each other, both not able to sleep. Both didn’t dare look at the time, but the wind was starting to shake the cabin. “It’s a good thing we don’t have any power, I think we would have lost it.” Bucky mumbled in the dark, watching the fire in the fireplace start to burn out.

“It’s freezing in here.” (Y/n) sighed, starting to shiver right after the lack of heat. “Do we have any more firewood or something?” She asked, pulling the covers as high up as they could go.

“I don’t think we had any left. We might just have to tough it out.” He told her, his heart feeling like it was going to burst out of his chest. “Don’t stab me or anything, but come closer to me, I’m always warm.” He told her, feeling his face light up the second she inched closer to her.

(Y/n) moved closer, hesitantly leaning onto his bare chest. “Holy shit you are warm.” Instantly, all the fear and shyness disappeared and she comfortably leaned into him. “I wish you told me sooner.”

Using his non-metal hand, he gently held her hands in his. “Your hands are freezing, you should have said something.” He shot back, feeling her hands start to warm in his hands. “What were you going to do if I never said anything?”

“Probably freeze, maybe die, who knows.” She sighed contentedly as she snuggled up closer to him. “Thank you by the way. This has truly been one of the most interesting missions I think I've been on.”

“You’re telling me. I think I should tell you, I wouldn’t do this for just anyone.” He told her while he pulled her closer to himself. “I really like you (Y/n), and I hope this isn’t weird, but if you never want to speak to me ever again, I will understand and we don’t have to speak of this again.”

(Y/n) looked up at him, taking her hand to gently pull his face down towards hers. Saying nothing, but pulling him in for a kiss. She climbed on top of him, feeling his right hand drop down to her waist to help her balance. “You’re an idiot, if you never noticed how much I like you. Why do you think we always work together? I ask to work with you all the time.”

Bucky looked at her, a goofy grin on his face. “I thought I was just lucky or something. I never thought anyone would feel that way about me, especially after everything I've done.”

“You matter. The things you’ve done, they’ve happened and we move forwards. Let’s get some sleep, we have to be alert for tomorrow.” (Y/n) smiled, giving him one last kiss before she laid down on his chest to fall asleep, both his arms wrapping around her.

–

“I just got the call from Fury, Hydra changed its path and are no longer coming your way. We have new instructions to pack up and leave whenever we have the chance.” (Y/n) said, tossing her phone down on the bed with a sigh.

“So this mission was kind of for nothing?” Bucky asked, placing his guns back inside the case he got them from.

“Not for nothing. You get to take me out on a date when we get back home.” She smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek before she left to go pack, leaving Bucky to roll his eyes before following her.

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader P. 72

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Hi, babes! Another chapter for you all! I hope you are all enjoying the story so far! I just want to thank everyone who reads and leaves feedback. I love you all so much! 💕 Happy reading and enjoy! ❤️

A/n: Bradley and Phoenix are about to leave for their deployment together, but this time Phantom joins. How will this small detachment on the boat go for the three of them? 👨🏻‍✈️👩🏻‍✈️

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, Major Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Fighting, Violence, Sadness, but still some love 🥺

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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Bradley’s POV

The next morning, Phoenix and I were up early. We had loaded our duffles and uniforms into Hangman’s truck. After we went to go meet with Phantom at his house for morning coffee. We went over a couple of things that needed to be done and discussed new route changes.

Phantom sighed, “It looks like this week's going to be a little different. There will be many more heads going out on the boat. So instead of me being on land. I will be joining both of you later. I’ll be on the boat these next two weeks as well.”

Phoenix looked at Phantom with furrowed brows, “Is there an issue, sir? Why are there so many of us being loaded all of a sudden?”

Phantom sighed, “There’s been more bandit spottings near the area being watched. We aren’t sure why they are there, but they have been. No threats yet. We did have one lock tone on one of our guys last week.” He looked at me. “Isn’t that right Bradshaw?”

I nodded, “Yes sir.” I gulped. “Terrified the shit out of him, but the enemy was just trying to have us evade.”

Phoenix looked at me upset, “You didn’t mention that to us, Rooster.”

I gulped, “I didn’t want to cause a panic for my heavily pregnant wife. It was for a brief minute. He stood his ground. We were fine.”

Phoenix sighed and nodded as she rubbed my shoulder.

After coffee Phoenix and I went back to the house. Hangman was up making breakfast for everyone.

I patted Hangman on the back, “Hey thanks, man.”

“No problem, Rooster.” Hangman chuckled as he flipped some eggs.

“The girls still in bed?” I looked up to the stairs.

Hangman pointed to the stairs with the spatula, “Leia is still sleeping, but I think y/n is up getting ready in the room.”

I nodded and ran up stairs. I opened the door and you were sitting at the edge of the bed rubbing your belly and singing. Leia was with you and she had her hands on your belly. I watched on quietly as you giggled and sang My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion. Your voice was so soft. I knocked on the door frame and you looked up. “Hi, baby.” I smiled.

You laughed and gestured for me to come over, “Come here, the boys really like Celine Dion, babe. I was getting up to get ready to shower and was singing one of her songs and they started kicking like crazy and haven’t stopped.” You laughed as you rubbed your belly.

“Do you wanna feel them, daddy?” Leia giggled as she felt her brother’s kicks.

I came to kneel in front of you. You grabbed my hands and placed them on either side of your stomach. I felt their little kicks under my palms, “Oh my gosh….” I smiled. “The boys must love how your voice sounds when you sing, baby.” I chuckled and kissed your belly. “Sweetheart, this is amazing.” I looked up at you and kissed you. Leia dismissed herself to go help Hangman with breakfast.

“They love to fight in there, maybe it’s just them fighting.” You sighed. “I’m going to go and take a shower. I need one.”

I rubbed your belly, “Need some help, baby?” I grabbed your hands and kissed them.

You sighed, “I shouldn’t, but after what happened back in San Diego… help would be nice, Bradley.” You cupped my cheek.

“I would love to help you, honey. I need to shower anyways.” I smiled at you.

You threw your head back a little bit and opened your eyes wide, “Oh! You meant shower with me!” You started to laugh.

I palmed my face, “Sweetheart, what did you think I meant? Of course shower with you.”

“Are we all going to fit in the shower?” You raised your brow at me.

I rolled my eyes, “We will, baby.” I kissed your hands, “Let’s go.”

I ran the shower as I helped you undress. I gave you kisses all over as I took your clothes off. You giggled as my mustache tickled you. “You are so beautiful, baby. Look at you, you’re glowing.” I smiled and rubbed your arms as I looked at you.

You scoffed and shook your head, “Bradley, I am so swollen. I feel like an advertisement blimp.” You started to laugh as you rubbed your belly.

“Advertisement for a ‘hot ass wife.’” I kissed your lips and helped you into the shower. I removed my clothes and joined you. I closed the curtain and watched as you wet your hair and body in the shower stream.

We switched places and I pulled your back against me. I let the water run over the both of us. I didn’t want you to be cold. I placed my hands under your belly and lifted it to relieve some of the weight. You sighed in relief and leaned back into me.

“Feel better, sweetheart?” I kissed your head.

“That feels amazing. My back has been hurting so much. Thank you.” You relaxed into me and placed your hands on mine. “Please never let go.” You chuckled.

I kissed you again. “I’ll hold on as long as you want me to, baby.”

We continued our shower after a couple of more minutes of me holding your belly. I helped you wash your hair and your body. I didn’t want you to do anything. I knew the slightest movement was a lot of work for you, so I made sure to do everything. When we got out of the shower, I brushed your hair, applied all your moisturizers, and helped you put your clothes on. I kissed your forehead, “Now you’re ready for the day, baby.” I was still in my towel.

You looked at me sadly, “Thank you for doing this for me.” You placed your hand on my cheek, “I’m really lucky. Aren’t I?” You chuckled.

I shook my head in your hand, “No I’m the lucky one. I have you, baby.” I kissed you one more time before I went and threw my uniform on. I came back and you were still sitting at the tub. You were waiting for me as I finished. I fixed my hair and my mustache and looked at you. You came over and buttoned up my coat.

“My Lieutenant Commander.” You ran your hand over my new pins, “You look good, Bradley.”

I grabbed both your hands and placed them over my shoulders, I placed my hands on your hips. “Care to dance with me, baby?”

You chuckled, “I am having Deja Vu. Are we dancing to silence?” You smirked.

I grabbed my phone from the sinks countertop. I played You Are The Reason by Calum Scott and Leona Lewis. “How about now?” I chuckled and raised my brow at you.

We started to sway slowly to the music. You looked up at me with so much love in your eyes. “You are the man of my dreams, Bradley.”

I placed my forehead to yours, “I am yours, forever, sweetheart. My heart belongs to you.”

I’d spend every hour of everyday keeping you safe…

You closed your eyes as we swayed together. I could feel your heartbeat, it was going at the same pace as mine. Your touch was so gentle. I could feel a couple of kicks here and there from our boys on my lower abdomen. When they’d kick, I would place my hand where they kicked. “Daddy’s here boys. I love you.”

You looked up at me and caressed my cheek, “Promise me you’ll do your best and come home safely.”

I smiled and brought your hand to my lips. I placed a delicate kiss on the back of your hand, “I will always come home to you, honey. I am always with you. I’ll always be in your heart, in our daughter, our boys. I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

You smiled, “I love you, Bradley, always.” You teared up and kissed me.

“And I love you, y/n, forever.”

I’d climb every mountain… And swim every ocean… Just to be with you… And fix what I’ve broken… ‘Cause I need you to see… That you are the reason.

———-

After we all finished eating and cleaning up the kitchen, it was time for Phoenix and me to go. We were all downstairs. Phoenix hugged and kissed Leia and Gunner repeatedly as she said goodbye.

“Aunt Nat, be safe.” Leia played with her wings on her whites.

Phoenix pinched her cheeks, “I will my Leia girl.” She kissed her cheek hard, “I promise to keep your daddy safe while we are gone.”

Leia nodded and hugged Phoenix tight, “Thank you Aunt Nat. I love you.”

She hugged Leia tight, “I love you, my Leia girl.” She continued to give Gunner pets with Leia before she came over to say bye to you.

She gave you a big hug and pointed to your belly, “You boys better remain calm in there until we get back!” She laughed and gave you another hug. “I’ll take care of him, y/n. I promise.”

You hugged her tight, “I know you will, Phoenix. You always have. Thank you so much.”

I said my goodbyes to Leia. “I’ll see you soon, baby girl. It’ll go by quick and then we have 3 whole months to spend together.” I patted her cheek.

She nodded and smiled into my palm. “You’re gonna do great Daddy. You always do. Take care of Aunt Nat. She’s going to take care of you.”

I nodded, “Always baby. I love you so much, Leia Rey.” I pulled her in for a hug and kiss. I pulled away and poked her chest, “I am always here with you.” I poked her heart over and over again. “Always.”

She smiled. “I know, Daddy.” She poked my heart, “And I’m always in yours.”

I hugged her again, this one tighter. “I love you, baby.”

She laid her head on my shoulder, “I love you, daddy.”

I gave Gunner a couple of kisses and pets. Then we were out the door. Hangman brought Phoenix and me to the loading dock. Phantom was there waiting for us. We all greeted him. Hangman helped us unload our duffles and uniforms from his truck.

He hugged the both of us, “Be safe out there. I’ll see you when you asshats get back.” He chuckled and patted our backs.

“Take care of my girls, Seresin. Or I’ll kick your fuckin ass when I get home.” I smiled at him.

He nodded, “Always, Sir. I got your back.” He smiled and hugged me one more time.

We got onto the boat and went to bring our things to our rooms. I was staying with the other LCDRs. After we finished unpacking our things, the boat was already departing. By the time I made my way out on the deck, the loading dock looked nothing more than a little dot in the distance. Here we go, again. 2 weeks, Bradshaw. You got this.

I made my way over to the planes. Phoenix and Phantom were standing at mine. Phantom waved me over, “Bradshaw, come over here.” He was smiling as he waved me over. “Will you look at that? They work quickly, don’t they? He chuckled and patted my back, “LDCR Bradley Bradshaw.”

I smiled and went up to my plane running my hand over the new decals. “Damn.”

Phoenix came over and patted my back, “Let’s go get ready, sir. We have classes we are still running.”

We shook hands with Phantom and returned back to our rooms. My roommates and I were all changing into our flight suits to meet in the de-briefing room. I met up with Phoenix and we headed over to the room. In there was a sea of pilots and sea-men. Phantom was at the head of the class waiting for the rest of the instructors to come in. We went and hung out with him in the front. We went over the routes and new precautions. There had been so many changes to everything since last week when I was here. I was shocked and amazed that they were able to come up with completely new instructions.

We spent the whole working day in the classroom today. It dragged on for hours, and by the time we finished, It was already nighttime. We all headed down for dinner. Phantom, Phoenix, a couple of other superiors, and I talked about tomorrow’s agenda. Phoenix and I signed up for the second fly-out of the day around 1445. We would be with some of our students we had been training since being here in Hawaii, so it would run smoothly since they now understood our lingo. I walked Phoenix back to her room.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Trace.” I gave her a hug and a kiss on her head. “Get some sleep. Long day of flying tomorrow.”

She smiled and patted my chest, “I’ll see you in the morning, Bradshaw.”

I walked back to my room and changed for bed. I pulled out my picture of you and Leia and gave it a kiss, along with the picture of our twins.

I love you, forever.

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The next morning, I woke at around 0400. I headed over to the showers and got ready for the day. I went back to my room and dressed in my whites, but instead of having the coat, I settled for the short sleeve shirt. It was still early in the morning but we were out in the middle of the Pacific and it had been warm out there no matter the time of day. I went to the cafeteria and grabbed a cup of coffee to have out on the flight deck. I made my way up to the deck. I went to stand over by the edge near the stern where the landing strip began. I looked out into the ocean. The sun was starting to come up over the horizon. There weren’t many crew members out on the deck yet. Just a couple checking all the planes. I put my earbuds in and played My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion. It made me think of you, Leia, and the boys.

I placed one of my hands in my pocket and admired the view. I took a sip of my coffee before closing my eyes. I could see you and Leia in the room, singing, and giggling. I smiled. I could feel the warmth against my exposed skin as the warm breeze blew. I was trying to relax my mind. It felt so good to be out here, but being out here meant I was away from you. I took a couple of deep breaths. I felt a hand on my lower back. I opened my eyes and turned around.

“Enjoying the view, Sir?” Phoenix was smiling up at me.

I chuckled and nodded, “It’s beautiful. Peaceful. It’s a great view to wake up to.”

“What are you listening to?” She pulled an earbud from my ear. Her eyes went wide, “You are so cliche, Sir.” She laughed. And left the earbud in her ear. “THE titanic song on a Boat. We better not sink.” She chuckled and rested her hand on my shoulder.

“This is what y/n and Leia were singing to the boys before we left yesterday afternoon.” I smiled and patted her hand on my shoulder. “Makes me think of them.”

Phoenix gasped, “You are such a romantic, Bradshaw. I swear.” She laughed and we continued to admire the view together.

I could feel the tenseness within her. So I tried to help. I started to sing goofily to her.

“Near, far, wherever you are. I believe that the heart does go on.” I put my arm around her and swayed. She started to laugh. “Come on, Nix. Take us home!”

She started to laugh and sing loudly with me, “You’re here, there’s nothing I fear! And I know that my heart will go on! We’ll stay forever this way, you are safe in my heart, and my heart will go on and on!”

We started to laugh and she shook her head. “Thank you for that. I needed that, Bradshaw.”

I patted her shoulder and pulled her into my side, “Of course. Anything for my Wingman. Now let’s go get our planes and pilots ready. We have our routes in…” I looked at my watch, “4 hours.” I patted her upper back and we were off.

It was finally time for our routes. The team that launched before us was having a hard time with the wind currents. It made things a little hasty, but it was usually harder to fly in the morning with the morning breeze flying through. I am hoping when mine and Phoenix team gets up there, it won’t be as bad.

Phantom called over the radios for us to sound off and ready up. “LCDR Bradshaw on catapult one. Up and ready.” I placed your and Leia’s picture on my control panel along with the twins. I placed kisses on each of them. I took a deep breath and blew out 6 breaths before I strapped my mask on. I saluted the flight crew and shot them a hang loose.

“Send catapult one,” Phantom called over the radio. I took a deep breath in and took off.

As I ascended, the wind wasn’t bad, I had pretty good control of my aircraft. I could hear Phoenix on the radio.

“Lt. Trace up and ready, catapult two.”

“Send catapult two.” Before I knew it phoenix was in the air next to me. I looked over at her and nodded. I motioned for her to continue ahead. Our following 4 planes were launched and met with us.

“Remember our routes. Lt. Trace and I will take Bobcat. Bobcat you’re gonna be front leader. Assume In trail formation. Lt. Trace and I will be your lower cover. Lt. Trace is your Wingman. I am your cover fire.”

“Yes, sir.” He flew ahead of us. Phoenix and I dropped below him.

I relayed to the other team their positions and who would be a front leader. We all went into our routes.

“Bobcat we are entering the threshold in 3,2,1.” I flipped a couple of of switches on my panel. “Threshold met. Continue forward.”

We flew for 20 minutes. “How are you both doing?” I called over to Bobcat and Phoenix.

In unison, “Fine, sir.”

I nodded. “Good. Continue ahead. Make sure there aren’t any unauthorized boats in this area. There shouldn’t be any at this time.” I looked around as we continued to fly.

“Sir.” Bobcat called over the radio.

“Go ahead, Bobcat.”

“I just wanted to congratulate you on your promotion and for being here.”

I chuckled. “Thank you. Don’t get soft on me now, kid.”

He laughed. “Yes, sir.”

An hour went by, “One more hour before we cross with our tanking aircraft. How are you both doing with fuel?” I continued to scope the waters and the air.”

“Good, sir.”

“I’’m good, Bradshaw.”

“10-4. We are good on fuel and on track.”

A couple of minutes went by and there was a call over the radio for us to meet with the other team.

“Bradshaw, base.”

“Go ahead, Phantom.”

“You’re needed to meet with the other team.” He gave me their coordinates.

“Yes, sir. On our way.” We broke left and continued west to meet with the other team.

When we finally met, “Cowboy, what’s the issue?”

“Sir, we saw a bandit in the area. Just scanning, possibly sky cover.”

“Did they give you lock?” I felt my heart rate up.

“No, sir. They flew the opposite direction. But I am not quite sure to do with this situation.”

I sniffed. Thank god they didn’t lock tone. I took a deep breath. “Proceed with caution. If anything happens, I trust that you will revert to your training, Lieutenant.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Phoenix, take Bobcat and Riot with you on our routes.”

“Rooster.”

“I’m going to stay with Cowboy and Clutch.”

“Rooster.” The nervousness in her voice kicked up with the second one.

“That’s an order, Lt. Trace.” She flew up next to me and looked at me.

I shot her a thumbs up. She sighed into the radio. “Yes, Sir.”

Her, Bobcat, and Riot broke right to go back East.

“Cowboy, you’re assuming below flight cover. Clutch, you're my wingman. I’m taking up center forward. Assume in trail formation.”

We continued to fly through our route. We met up with the tanking aircraft and set ourselves up to refuel. After we all completed the refueling process, we continued our routes. We had two more hours left for our rounds. There was nothing in sight.

I was looking at the picture of You, Leia and the boys. I smiled and then my tone buzzer was going off. “What the hell? Where the fuck is this guy?” I was looking around. “Shit. Cowboy, Clutch. Fly up and cover. I can’t find this guy.”

They came up through the clouds.

“To the north west, coming in hot, sir.” There was shooting.

“Do not shoot! That is an order, Damn it!”

“Sir, the fire cover is coming from the east! We are surrounded.”

SHIT. “Cowboy, Clutch, break left in 3,2,1. Break left!” They flew left and I started to go after the bandit from the east.

“God, what the fuck do they want?!”

Phoenix’s breath was unsteady. “Bobcat, Riot, We need to go help them. Send formation west.”

Phantom came onto the radio, “Phoenix, go provide cover.”

“Already on it, sir.” Her heart was pounding. She promised you and Leia she would take care of me… She promised…

“Bradshaw on your left. Two more from the north.” Cowboy and Clutch took down the lone aircraft from the west. I took down the one from the east. Two more were coming from the north.

“Bradshaw, I’m almost there!” Phoenix yelled over the radio.

“SHIT. We’re swamped three coming with the two north.” Clutch yelled as he spotted more bandits.

“Fuck, was there no forewarning? Did no one know or see anything?”

Phantom called over the radio. “They had to have been flying below radar.”

“Bradshaw! Smoke in the air! Coming for you!”

FUCK. I maneuvered the plane and flew up. I deployed my flares. I had 4 more rounds left. I corkscrewed and shot off a missile to take down one of the aircraft. “Shit. Missed!” These gen-5 fighters were no joke. How the fuck did Mav do this shit in a damn F-14.

Phoenix finally caught up with us. “Bradshaw I’m here. Smoke on your right! Break left, I’ll cover you!”

I broke left and evaded. Phoenix shot a missile and the bandit evaded. “SHIT!”

Our pilots were putting up a fight. We had to dogfight our way out of here. The pilots were doing the best they could. Some of them have never had more than one dogfight in their career. Most of them were fairly new. I couldn’t lose a wingman. I had to make sure everyone made it back.

“Damn Bradshaw, Is today a bad day or what? This shit never happens.”

I sighed, “Shit happens. Phoenix, on your left.”

“SIR! I don’t have any flares!” I looked around and watched as Riot was being chased by a bandit. “SIR! He has lock on me!” I flew for him. I was getting Deja Vu. Lord please give me the strength.

I cut the course off between the bandit and Riot. “BREAK RIGHT, RIOT!” I felt the impact against my plane. Sweetheart, please forgive me.

“BRADSHAW NOOOO!” Phoenix’s scream blared through the radio.

I was falling fast, my plane on fire from the missile's impact. I grasped the pictures and pulled to eject. As I ejected my chute started to deploy. Debris from my plane came flying down at me, “Oh shit.” I braced myself. It hit the chute and pierced it. It came through and cut my shoulder, “SON OF A BITCH!”

I was falling fast. I was holding onto your pictures tight. I love you so much sweetheart, forever. Forgive me. I was falling at an alarming rate. The water was getting closer. I was bracing myself for impact. The emergency chute deployed late. I slammed into the water. Everything went pitch black.

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Besties 🥺 But what about Bradley... I'll see you in the next chapter. 🥺

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christianity is fucking everywhere

6/29/23

When I was a christian, one of the ever-present narratives passed around every church I attended was this idea that christians are being persecuted. The examples were numerous: family values were being eroded by liberals and gay people; atheists didn't want the ten commandments on government buildings; prayer wasn't allowed in schools anymore; teachers weren't allowed to express their faith in the classroom; people weren’t voting for pro-christian legislation; secular music was bringing demons into people's houses straight through the radio waves; profanity scribbled onto playgrounds was corrupting the minds of children... I could go on. And most of these are pretty innocuous things talked about in front of me, a child.

As I grew older, I was let in on the secrets of how sex perverts holy minds and how divorce was a sign a couple had allowed satan into their marriage and how using swear words gave demons a foothold on your mind. I learned that christians must stand tall and resilient to resist the temptations of the flesh, because the government, schools, and pretty much everyone who didn't attend the same church as us (and maybe even some people who did! *gasp*) were dripping with satanic influence.

It sounds like hyperbole when I write it out, but I'm dead serious.

It's been over ten years since my Exit. I thought when I quit christianity that my life would suddenly be filled with "secularism." I thought I'd run into people who actively weren't christian anytime I went to a bar or an event or work. I thought it would take me no time at all to find spaces to exist in that didn't involve christianity. Because, after all, christianity was being eroded, right? It was being attacked from all sides! We had donned the armor of god and were ready to do battle in the lord's name! The enemy was everywhere!

If atheists = the enemy, and then enemy was everywhere, therefore, atheists must be everywhere. Right?

And now that I had defected, I wanted to find the enemy and ask them to be friends.

But I couldn't fucking find the enemy.

Because, as it turns out, atheists aren't everywhere, but christianity is.

You can't fucking escape it. You can't avoid it. It. is. ubiquitous. Way worse than dandelions.

There are christians in the office at work. christians at mcdonalds. christians in bars, getting wasted and sexually harassing people. There are christians in your neighborhood. There are christians at the doctor's office. There are christians who hunt and christians who play sports and christians who go to college and christians who mow lawns and pave your driveway and install sump pumps.

There are even corporations who are explicitly christian. Hobby Lobby. Chick-fil-A. Forever 21. Whataburger. Not to mention all those small-town businesses who are closed on sundays, which is annoying af.

There are 2300 people in my small USA town. Guess how many churches. FOURTEEN. In like, a five-square-mile radius. And if I expand to a twenty-mile radius? Over a hundred churches. I got tired of counting, so it could be more. I tried figuring out how many are in my county, but all I got was that there were 72 towns. Multiply that by 14 churches/town? Over a thousand.

If life were a Where's Waldo book, I'd be Waldo and everyone else would be a christian.

All the churches have signs too, just in case you forgot they were a church. One near me says "jesus is risen and nothing can change that." My husband likes to say, "Pontius Pilot would beg to differ," lol. Another one says, "It's not about guilt, it's about being free." Sure. Gaslighting 101, right there.

It's not just churches who have signs either. My neighbor still has up an easter flag that reads "jesus is risen" (this flag replaced the "trump: right to bear arms" flag with two pistols on it). There are a bunch of farms around who put bible versus on signs, too. One nearby says, "He knows every hidden thought," which is super creepy. It doesn't make it less creepy knowing it's a bible verse. And tons of people have christian shit on their cars—bible verses, jesus fish, crosses. Not to mention bibles in hotel rooms (I throw those away when I find them) and christian billboards (I flip those off when I see them).

I even have christian clients and I have to edit their books! Even my therapist is a christian.

christianity is everywhere.

You can't escape it.

Every time I meet a new person who is christian, or remember that someone I know and like is still christian, I experience a surge of disappointment.

Not you too.

On my worst days, when I am triggered and anxious and full of rage at the ideology that caused me so much pain, I can't even leave the house, because doing so would require me to drive down a road named after the church located on it.

christianity is like hydra. You can run. You can chop off a head or two or three. But it always grows another.

birth is a curse, and christianity is a prison.

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72 Hours (Roman Roy Oneshot)

Character/s: Roman

Word Count: 1,409

Warning/s: hospital, hospital tw, mental health, mental health tw

Tag: @locke-writes

A/N: This is something different lol. December of 2020 I checked myself into a psychiatric hospital :) It was scary and new, but it was definitely necessary. I don't think it should be a taboo subject. It's definitely not something my immediate family will or likes to bring up, but it's also not something to be ashamed of, y'know? Idk. I've been feeling bad again. Not like in 2020, that was- it was very bad, but still not great. It happens. Meds stop working. The heaviness sets in. I use writing to get through it, those bad feelings, so that's what I'm doing. Just know you're not alone when you're feeling bad. My inbox is always open, I am always willing to talk 💜💜💜💜💜💜

They are terrible thoughts. Horrible, repulsive, aching thoughts that feed off everything you are. They see the worst in you. When you’re done, that’s all there is left. The most repulsive parts of you. The bare, naked, scarred bones. You used to fear you were a bad person. A truly sinister, evil person. Now you don’t have to worry. Now you know. You are. Selfish, and evil, and a burden. Unlovable, unkind, undesirable. He doesn’t love you, not really, and he wouldn’t miss you. No one would. You’re sure of it. You’re so sure of it your bones ache. They long for the soil, muddy and rich. Your whole body wishes to be put to rest. To finally find peace. Being alive hurts. It hurts so bad sometimes. It takes everything out of you to roll from one side to the other. Things have taken up space in your bed. Books sleep soundly next to you, begging to be read. Notes, loose paper, begging to be written. You hope, in nestling with them, loving them even in rest, that they will save you from yourself. They will drag you out of this abyss you’ve found yourself falling in for a long time now. If there is a bottom, you haven’t found it yet. Every second of every minute you flinch, expecting your head to crack open, expecting your neck to snap on that solid ground. It never comes though. How much darker can things get? How much longer do you have before the light, the shrinking light, clouds over? You fear, when this is over, that everything will be gone. You will be gone. Forever. Your own mortality hangs in the balance. You claw at the rocky walls, your fingernails bloody, ripping apart. You scream so loud, for hours, but no one is near enough to hear you.

Is it my fault? Those are the first words from his mouth, the first thought behind those puppy dog eyes. You hold his face, his stubble scratchy in your palms. Did I do something wrong? You make sure your words are stern, but not scary, not angry. He bruises too easily, your peach. No. None of this is your fault. I just, I have to go away for a few days and figure things out. That’s all. 72 hours. Then I’ll be home. You muster a smile, the edges of your mouth heavy in their upturned state. He looks so small, so worried, shaking hands at his side. He doesn’t know what to do, what to say. Neither do you. It’s always been something in your life. An endgame. An option when you run out of options. You talked it over with your therapist, loved and trusted, and they too believe this could be beneficial. Your bag is packed for three days. Three days apart. Basically a weekend. You can do that, right? You can manage, he can, too. You don’t think you have any other choice. Standing there, your bag at your feet, you feel the heaviness. The weight. You want to finally collapse inward like a star, bright and burning and suicidal. He looks you over, your expression, your body, everything you are. You will understand him to understand, to get it, but you don’t need to. He already does. It wasn’t an easy decision to come to. None of this has been. But if you want the hurt to stop, if you want to stop falling, then you need to leave and get help.

He picks your shirt from the laundry, holding it against his chest. He wanders around the apartment, massive, lonely without you by his side. It smells like you, the fabric. You hadn’t changed out of it in a week, week and a half. Sweaty, you’d argue, but he likes it. It’s familiar. Roaming like a ghost, restless, trapped. Mostly you sunk into the mattress, the sheets melding into your skin until you were one singular being. The tears, silent, hidden, but not quite. Coming home from work, finding your cheeks freshly wet, your eyes red and glazed over. The thoughts unsaid, but screaming. Screaming and wailing and willing you to step over that edge. Nothing about it is easy. Nothing about it is gentle. Nothing about this you could stand for much longer. Dinner, so sweetly prepared, goes uneaten. Everything sits like rocks in the pit of your stomach. Threatening to come back up again. Mostly, you push the food around your plate, managing a smile, managing interest in the conversation. You spend all day in bed, but you are unable to sleep. The bags under your eyes look like they hurt, aching, pulsing. The hollows of your eyes seem deeper, darker, haunted. Your body is so heavy. You never knew flesh and bone could feel like concrete. Every step, every movement, it is unthinkable. You curl into yourself, hoping tomorrow will be better, hoping this will go away. It won’t. It never does.

Roman didn’t know things were this bad. Even as he watched you wave from the check-in desk, even as he watched the doors close behind you and an escorting nurse, even as he waited for you to come back, a voice in his head told him things weren’t this bad. They were. You’ve been sick for a long time. He thought if he was home more, if he cooked dinner, real dinner, and cracked jokes and held you so tight at night, then it wouldn’t get this bad. Cyclical. Things got like this. But it always went away. It got bad, yes, but then it got better. Why wasn’t it going away? You didn’t have the words to describe it. He’d find you laying in the tub, the water cold, shivering, crying, unable to get out. It took too much energy, too much determination, none of which you had. Unchanged from the pajamas you wore for days at a time. He blamed himself. He wasn’t doing enough. He wasn’t there for you enough. If, if, if. You told him it was just your brain, your mind, getting a little lost. When it got lost, it was hard to find its way back. It wasn’t him, it wasn’t you, it wasn’t anyone or anything, just your brain. It would be like this for the rest of your life. You couldn’t bargain or bribe your way out of this. It had to be done. He saw the scars along your skin from the times before, when things were bad, very bad. He didn’t want anything like that from happening again.

He called you as soon as he could. Roman’s voice was shaky, unsure. You were the one easing his fears, his worries. If you didn't, no one would. He didn’t ask how it was going, he wasn't sure if he should. You sensed the curiosity, telling him your new routine. You’ve been sleeping better, easier. The food is terrible. There are doctors and therapists who are going to help you, make your brain better. He breathes a sigh of relief. Not because of what you say, but how you sound. Your tone was so scary. Scared of your thoughts, scared of what you might do. You sounded lighter. You talked as long as you could. When you hung up he went to bed with your shirt, one arm reaching out to your side of the bed. Wanting you. Needing you. Knowing this is what had to happen. Everything his father had taught him, you had he retaught. This wasn’t taboo. It wasn’t evil or wrong or anything to be embarrassed of. It’s just something that is. He counts down the hours. 48. 47. 46. . .

Soon you will be home. You will have medications, different pills, pills that will work. You will be in your own bed again right next to him. You will get better. You will feel happiness again. You will laugh and smile and it will be so genuine it hurts. And when this comes back, when everything gets dark again, because it always does, he will be there like he is now, like he has been. He will be there. Because when he made a promise to you, he made it to all of you. The good parts, but the bad parts too. The scary, mean, lying parts. The parts that tell you you aren’t worth it, that you won’t be missed. He’ll spend every day proving them wrong.

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outerspacebisexual · 2 years

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heyyyy, que tal o prompt 36 com Nancy x R (Female or neutral, you choose) I would die to read they being just two idiots in love who don't know each other's feelings

Idiots in Love - Nancy Wheeler

Requested: Yes

Summary: You were in love with Nancy Wheeler, and apparently, she loved you back.

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: fluff, lil angst for fun

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The library basement was colder than you thought it would be.

“What are we even looking for?” you asked, leafing through a box of newspaper articles from the ‘70s.

“Anything that sounds like it could be relevant,” Nancy said from where she sat at the viewing machine, but after a moment, she sighed. “This is feeling like a wild goose chase.”

“No, if you think it could be a lead then it probably is,” you replied. “You know what you’re doing, Nance.” She smiled at that, and you couldn’t help the heat rising in your cheeks as you watched her.

You had always been an arms-length from Nancy. First as awkward acquaintances when she started going out with your friend Steve, and then friends who slowly drifted when she got with Jonathan Byers.

You had really tried not to let their relationship affect your friendship, but it was hard enough being in love with her without seeing her constantly with her boyfriend.

Well, ex-boyfriend now.

You couldn’t stop that guilty part of you that had been overjoyed when she told you that she had called it quits—the distance and different plans too much for them. She had been inconsolable when she showed up on your doorstep weeks ago crying. You had held her as her body racked with sobs, your own heart selfishly doing somersaults as she sat on your bed.

Now, with Vecna wreaking havoc across Hawkins, it seemed like months ago.

“Did you find anything from the ’72 box?” she asked, and you jumped, looking away from her as quickly as possible.

“I—uh, not yet. I’m still working on it,” you mumbled.

You had immediately offered to go with her when she said that she might have a lead, Robin agreeing to go with the two of you, much to your disappointment. Robin and you were friends, you had been since Steve and her started working together, and she unfortunately knew of your insane crush on the elder Wheeler. And she teased you about it all the time.

But now with Jonathan out of the picture, Robin was even more adamant that you needed to make a move.

You glanced at Robin who was sat across from you, her eyes flicking over words you knew she wasn’t actually reading. “Anything?”

“No. I’m starting to think I would have enjoyed going with Steve and the kids more than looking through ancient articles.” She slumped down against the table, and you patted her head.

“Oh, poor Robin. Is all the sitting down and reading too much for you?” you teased.

“Hey, I offered to come with you to keep you company and now you’re being mean.”

“You’re right. I am sorry…that you made a mistake.”

“You’re the worst.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but you cut yourself off when Nancy pushed back her chair and stood. “I’m going to check the boxes in the back to see if there’s anything from earlier.” And then she was gone before either of you could say anything.

Robin looked at you and raised her eyebrows.

“No,” you said. “Don’t say it.”

She raised her hands in mock defense. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You were going to.”

“All I was going to say is that she looked quite upset, and maybe she could use someone to cheer her up.”

You pushed your chair back. “I’m not going for any other reason other than she might need help.”

Robin smirked. “Of course not. You’re just being a good friend.”

You found Nancy towards the back of the basement, lost amongst the shelves as she traced each one with her fingers, trying to find any headlines that could have been related to her lead.

“Hey,” you said, catching her by surprise.

She spun to look at you. “Hey.”

“Do…do you need help?”

“Oh, no it’s all right. I’m know what I’m looking for, and it’s probably a long shot anyway. Why don’t you head back to Robin?”

It didn’t sound like a question, but you really didn’t want to leave her to do all the work, like always. “No, seriously. I can help. Tell me what you’re looking for and I can search for it.”

She spun back around to the shelves. “No. I can do it by myself.”

That gave you pause. There was a twinge of something behind her voice—anger? Or frustration? She had been fine a few minutes ago.

You stepped forward, leaving a few feet between the two of you. “Are you OK?”

“I’m fine.”

You bit your lip as you stared at her. “You don’t seem fine.”

She ran a hand over her face and up into her hair, pushing it back from her eyes. “Well, I am.”

You let the silence fall between the two of you. You were worried now. You guys didn’t know what kind of things led to Vecna choosing a victim, and you couldn’t help but worry that it could be related.

She reached out to try and pull a box down, and you stepped in, grabbing it for her.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

She flipped open the lid, but you couldn’t look away from her worried brow. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

“Why do you keep asking me that?” she said, spinning to look at you.

“Because I’m worried about you. You were fine before and now you’re acting weird.”

“I’m not acting weird. I just want to get this over and done with and get out of here.”

Ouch.

You tried not to let that one hurt as you continued. “You want to get away from here, or from me?”

Nancy looked at you then, and you could see her struggling to find an answer, her blue eyes roaming your face.

Double ouch.

You swallowed your hurt and tried to reassure her. “Does it have something to do with the lead? If it’s not looking good, then we can just leave it. It’s no problem.”

“It has nothing to do with the lead!” she rushed, squeezing the sides of the box so tight they started to bend.

You could only stare at her, hoping she would continue to enlighten you on what the hell was going on. When she didn’t say anything else, you tried again. “Nancy, you need to tell me the truth.”

She pressed her eyes closed, hard. “I can’t.” Her voice was so quiet, barely audible even in the empty space. She released the side of the box, smoothing her thin hands over the paper; the hands that you wished you could reach out and take, to hold.

In your mind, you begged her to say something else, but she stayed silent, letting her hair fall and shield her face.

“Right,” you said after a few seconds. “I—uh—I guess I’ll go back to searching the ‘70s with Robin and leave you to it.”

You went to move your hand from the box, but Nancy placed hers on top of it. You froze.

When you looked back to her, she seemed so close. She hadn’t moved, but her beautiful eyes shone in the pale overhead light, and her mouth parted slightly as she took in a shaky breath.

Your heart started to race. Being this close to her, being there with her in a way that your mind had only dreamed of…your breath hitched.

“I don’t want you to go back to Robin,” she admitted, voice still so soft. She moved the hand that was on yours to curl underneath yours, hesitating just before closing it. You did it for her.

She took another shaky breath, and you could see the millions of thoughts racing behind her eyes, but one you could suddenly see so much clearer.

She opened her mouth, sucking in a breath. “I want you to be with me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “I am here with you?”

She huffed a breath out through her nose, closing her eyes again. “No, I—I want you to be with me.”

Your heart stopped in your chest. This had to be a dream. If this wasn’t going in the direction you thought it was… “Nancy—”

“Please,” she whispered.

And you searched her face, beholding the raw vulnerability there, the question she was both asking and praying for.

And then you surged forward, capturing her lips with yours. Her hand came up to rest on the side of your face and you put yours on top of it. You placed your other hand on her waist, guiding her gently against the shelves as her free hand came to rest at the base of your neck.

Your mind was whirring. You couldn’t think about anything other than Nancy Wheeler. She was there. She was kissing you back. Nancy Wheeler was—

“I’m glad you two idiots are in love, but in case you forgot, we have a supernatural killer on the loose.”

You both jumped apart, heads shooting towards Robin who had a very triumphant look on her face as she chewed you out.

“Do you guys maybe want to quit kissing face and keep looking for this lead?”

You had never wanted Robin to disappear so much in your life, and she seemed to get the message because she vanished back behind the shelves.

When you looked back to Nancy, she was already looking at you, eyes wide as she glanced between your own eyes and your lips. “That was nice,” she said, the grin you loved so much growing wider by the second.

“You’ve always been intelligent, Wheeler, but I believe that’s the most astute thing you’ve ever said.”

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jungkookslipring · 4 months

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I Will Never Make You Lonely: CH 2

Summary: When your life is falling apart, your 8 best friends are there to lift you up

TW: mentions of de&th, su!c!de, su!c!de tendencies, su!c!dal ideologies, depress!on, anxiety, crying. If this is in any way triggering I’d steer towards more of my happier works.

If you or someone you love has thought of or acted on suicide, there is help and there is hope

Call or text 988

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, non-idol AU

PSA: this is no way represents the artists. While their birth names are used in this story, this is in no way a reflection of the artist or artists in real life.

AU: this chapter is a little more lighthearted, but I wanted to add the trigger warnings just in case.

there is a tickle scene in here, so if it's not your cup of tea you are more than welcome to skip this chapter.

Ch 2

The last seven days have felt slow and dreadful, and all you could do was work. You were currently in the fourth week of your final quarter with midterms coming up soon. Although your friends have their own school work to worry about, they are starting to become worried about you. You haven't shown any signs of emotion since you received that phone call.

You would spend 12 to 16 hours each day reading, writing, deleting, and editing. However, when it was time for bed, you couldn't sleep. And even if you managed to sleep, you would have very vivid nightmares. As a result, more than half of the time, you would keep yourself busy by burning through homework assignments and projects.

Sometimes the guys would bring you food, drinks, or snacks because they knew you wouldn’t do it yourself, and you were now approaching a no-sleep streak of almost 72 hours. You truly didn’t know how you were still functioning, and they didn’t know either. One evening you were sitting at your windowsill, reading yet another case study. You closed your eyes for a split second before your heart nearly jumped out of your butt when Hyunjin, Han, and Minho burst into your room. You stared at them with your hand over your chest.

"What. the actual fuck is happening?" you ask trying to catch your breath. Hyunjin grabbed your textbook and Han grabbed a hold of your hands.

"Friday night movie night! Don't tell me you were going to skip!" Han said full of energy. Right, movie night. On any given day they would jump on your bed and quite literally drag you away from whatever you were doing so you could all binge-watch movies until the early AM, but Chris had warned them to leave you alone because you were studying. That didn't work out so well.

"If you want to study you can, we just thought you deserved a break," Minho said kindly. Han stood there swinging your arms side to side, patiently waiting for an answer.

"You haven't taken a proper break for days, y/n, and sleeping doesn't count as a break, which we know you haven't gotten a whole lot of either," Hyunjin said as he thumbed the dark circle under your eye gently. You exhaled and closed your eyes. All the shock mixed with not getting any sleep was not only mentally draining but also physically.

“I’m fine, I don’t sleep a whole lot anyways,” you said, shrugging it off, but if you spent the rest of the night studying, you were going to collapse, and the boys knew that. They suggested that you take a nice hot shower and meet them in the living room for some much-needed best friend time. Seungmin was already on a mission to get my shower bomb that made the entire bathroom smell super citrusy and lit a candle to provide a little bit of light so that the overhead light wasn't so bright. After the shower, you walked into the bedroom and saw a pair of folded pajamas that were warm from just being pulled out of the dryer and placed on the bed. You felt so much love for those boys. There was a gentle knock at the door once you were dressed.

“Come in,” you called out. The door cracked open as Minho poked his head in the door frame.

“I made soup if you would like any,” he said sweetly. You gave him a smile as you whispered “Thank you”. He had sad eyes and a kind smile, he knew (they all knew) how hard you were taking everything. Minho slowly pushed past the door and walked up to you.

“Aigoo…” he whispered as he cupped your face, studying your features.

“You must be exhausted." You nodded and looked down at the floor.

“Would you like to eat? Even if it’s just a bite or two?” he asked. You nodded slowly as he carefully took a handful of your sweater paw and led you out of your bedroom. As you stepped out of the hallway into the kitchen, you noticed that the boys were scattered in the living room. They were having soup while the TV was on low volume, making sure not to be too loud. When you walked in, they greeted you with sweet smiles. Minho handed you a bowl of soup and led you to the couch. Changbin patted the spot between him and Han, inviting you to sit. You weren't sure which movie they had picked, but it managed to distract you. After you finished your soup, Han took your bowl while Changbin snuggled you close to his side. Han came back and stroked your hair while cooing at the both of you.

“Our baby,” he said sweetly.

“She’s not a baby, she’s older than you,” Changbin jokingly sassed at Han. Han put a hand over his heart and made the most extra gasp he had ever made. You giggled and patted Changbin’s hand.

“I’m older than you too you know,” you say while trying to hide a smile. Everyone in the room burst out laughing as Changbin gave you a look of betrayal.

“By two months!” he squawked at you as he began to poke your sides. You giggled as you buried yourself further between Changbin and the couch cushions, trying to get away from Changbin’s hands.

“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere missy!” Changbin laughed as he pulled you onto his lap. He held you in his arms as he squeezed your side with one hand.

“Bihihin quit ihihihihit,” you giggled trying to fold in on yourself. Your arms were trapped under his so your whole midsection was exposed while Han grabbed a hold of your ankles to hold you down. You squeaked when Chris got on the couch, plopping himself right next to your hips, and pressed his fingers into your tummy, turning your giggles to laughter.

“Awww there’s that laugh we love so much, tickle tickle tickle,” he teased as his eyes turned into beautiful little crescents.

“YOU GUYHAHAHAHA YOU GUYS ARE SO BAHAHAHAHAD!” You threw your head back on Changbin’s shoulder as you continued to squeal while the boys cooed at your reaction. As the movie played on, three of the boys tickled and teased you while the rest looked on with adoration. It was heartwarming to see you smile again since they had missed it. After a few minutes, Chris and Changbin stopped tickling you, and you resumed cuddling with Changbin while Han kept your feet on his lap and tapped a beat on your calves. The group ended up having a movie marathon, with occasional pokes and squeezes from Changbin and Han.

As your favorite movie played on, Changbin noticed that you were starting to fall asleep on his chest. He began to play with your hair, alternating between massaging your head, rubbing his hand up and down your back, and gently running his fingers through your hair. The soft touches on your head and back and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat helped you fall into a peaceful sleep. Once you were asleep, Changbin nudged Han and pointed to you, indicating that you were out. Han quietly cooed at you and signaled everyone else that you were asleep. By the time the last movie had ended, it was almost 9 p.m., and Chris suggested that everyone should rest. Changbin picked you up and carried you to your bed without waking you up. He tucked you in, gave you a soft kiss on the forehead, turned off the lights, and closed the door.

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Lucky

Pairing: Will ‘Ironhead’ Miller x F!reader , Benny Miller x Frankie Morales x Santiago Garcia x F!reader

Warning: angst! , mentions of divorce (reader and ex husband (Garrett) yes i did this on purpose) , foul language (like very derogatory terms used against reader) , and overload of Will x reader fluff!

Word count: 4.1k words!!

Summary: You found out your husband cheated, abandoned you and your guys’ baby for your bestfriend. Your best boys are their to comfort you through the nasty breakup.

Note: I absolutely loved the idea of the reader having a baby and being a single mom (mainly bc i’m not a fan of together parents [based from my experience]) because i would be able give most of the men in the movie a good ending they didn’t get other than Frankie. Frankie got his baby and the others just exist and the ending leaves very little to the imagination so i like the found family dynamic (BUT THIS IS STILL BEFORE THE EVENTS THAT OCCURED IN COLOMBIA). I also really want to explore the reader and Wills relationship further maybe? Idk lmk what you guys think.

***

Numb.

That’s how you would describe the pain you felt—couldn’t feel, as you lie on the floor of your bathroom. Your chest felt like a ton of bricks had been piled on, one after another and the weight was ruthless as you tried to intake a breath.

You didn’t know what you did, why it happened, or what went wrong that caused the feelings to change. Why her? What did she have that you didn’t?

You ran through every scenario in your head, replaying every moment and words exchanged with him. What made him so unhappy in this relationship. You had a baby with him for god sakes. It didn’t change the fact that he left both of you. You and Tatum. Your 7 month old baby.

You don’t know when you ended up on the floor, when you decided that it was all too much that you took solace in the one area you haven’t cleaned in 2 weeks. It was gross. You were gross—felt gross. You couldn’t remember anything that happened in the last 72 hours other than getting up to feed your baby and go to the bathroom on a continuous cycle. You had ignored everyone’s calls. Either sending them straight to voicemail or just listening to the phone ring.

Frankie called and asked why you, your husband—soon to be ex husband, and Tatum missed the cookout Friday night. Benny calling because you missed his fight, the one you promised you’d make this time, the one they had the celebratory cookout for. Santi had the same reason as Frankie. Everyone was worried sick. You haven’t responded to any text and calls and that was unlikely behavior on your part.

Will didn’t know what to do. He had called and texted, a numerous amount of times. He even showed up to your house, knocking and waiting by the door for almost an hour when the guys called him and said you hadn’t responded to them either.

Will was your best friend. You’ve known him just as long as Benny. The Millers being your bestfriends since you were kids. They introduced you to their friends once they all decided to leave the Army. You soon became apart of their found family.

But Will, your the closest to. You were the same age, leaving an age gap to the youngest Miller, that’s why you got along and closer to Will; but you didn’t love and adore Benny any less. As all the guys’ failed attempts at trying to figure out what was going on, you just repeated the same endless cycle.

Get up. Feed the baby. Change the baby. Bathe the baby. Go to the bathroom. Put baby to sleep. Wallow in self pitty. Go to sleep. Get up. Feed the baby. Change the baby. Bathe the baby. Go to the bathroom. Put baby to sleep. Wallow in self pitty. Go to sleep. All day for the last three days.

So you lay there, on the bathroom floor, Tatum asleep in her bouncer right next to you. You brought her in here when you had to leave the room to vomit as you couldn’t handle being you. You being so sick of yourself since it was was easy for him, your husband of 4 years, boyfriend of 6, to leave—cheat on you like all those memories, the baby you both made together, was nothing.

You decided to jump in the shower, not having showered in days. The warm water felt good on your skin, refreshing. All you could do was stand there. Enjoy the water washing away the sweat, tears, touch of everything you’ve experienced in the last 2 weeks. Washing away his touch. The lingering cheek kiss, side waist hug as he was leaving for ‘lunch with his boss’ so they could ‘talk about a promotion.’

You bet sex with Samantha, talking about him leaving to move in and to continue having a relationship while breaking the heart of the one they both were supposed to love most was fan-fucking-tastic.

As you finished washing your hair and body, even shaving your legs because you needed to feel clean, new, Tatum cried. Hopping out you wrapped your towel around yourself and bent down to place her pacifier back in her mouth. Her cries dying slowly and her eyes lulled to a close again.

Picking up the bouncer you walked back to your room, and put on your sleep shorts and oversized T shirt and took Tatum to the living room. Setting her in her bassinet that you bought last week for the living room, you grabbed the throw blanket that was on the couch and cover your legs as the TV played ‘Love Island’.

Wow, great choice for a time like this. God really loves me today, doesn’t he? You couldn’t help but let the tears that were in a relentless battle with your self control, roll down your face. It was just so hard to let go of all the memories. The years that you spent loving the man that you thought was the love of your life, but ended up being the love of your ex bestfriends’.

Brushing your hair behind your ears, a knock at your door interrupted your tears. Sighing, grateful you had closed the blinds and your car had been parked in the garage, so it wasn’t noticeable that you were home, you sat and waiting for whoever thought you were home, would give up and go home. You should’ve known better.

After ten minutes, the knocking continued and you growing annoyed, got up to answer. Your wet hair, dampening your shirt as you totally disregarded putting it up. “What the fuck, man.” You said as you approached the door, hoping whoever was there, heard.

You have a shocked look across your face as you find Frankie standing at your door, flowers and chocolates in hand. You sigh, a sad smile reaching your lips as you reach up to hug your best friend. “Hi, Frankie.” Tears fell down your face and Frankie was already worried but seeing the disheveled look you had and the sadness in your usually happy-lit eyes, his smile and emotions dropped. Seeing you sad made him sad.

He hugged you back, tighter and just held you. Didn’t ask any questions. As you let go you took the flowers and allowed him inside, but as you were shutting the door, three more people came barreling towards you.

“Wait, we’re here too.” Benny.

“Wait don’t close it, cariño.” Santi.

“We came too.” Will.

You fought the tears as you tried to smile as your boys flowed through the door as you let them. “Just be quiet, Tatum hasn’t been sleeping well.” As if on cue, Tatum started crying. That’s when you snapped. All the small tears and sniffles turned into loud sobs as the cycle began all over again.

You shut and locked the door before pushing past the guys, who all watched you in sadness as you couldn’t stop sobbing as you picked up your daughter and just held her as you wished she would just stay asleep. “Lemme take her from you. Uncle Benny has missed his partner in crime.” Benny walked over, taking off his hat and setting it on the coffee table, and swooped Tatum out of your arms.

You sighed as you sat on the couch and rested your head in your hands. It was so overwhelming, all of it.

“What happened, cariño.” Santi asked as he sat in the love seat in your living room. His question only prompted more tears and cries. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You spent the last three days numb because you had to be strong for Tatum. You couldn’t let yourself spiral. Now that the guys were here, you couldn’t help it.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, sweetheart. Just breathe.” Will kneeled infront of you, removing your hands from your face, replacing one with a hand of his own against one of your cheeks.

“He left.” Was all you could say. Croak, actually. You couldn’t speak as more sobs threatened to tear from your throat.

“Who? Garret?” Frankie asked, already having a strong idea as to what went down. He never liked Garret, never trusted him either. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t already mad.

“Yeah. He went out for lunch ‘with his boss to talk about some promotion at the firm’, but he actually met up with Samantha.” You wiped the tears from your eyes. Meaning to put air quotes around the words, confirming Frankie’s suspicions. You sniffled, grimacing at the sound as you were super congested from the crying you’ve been doing for the last 72 hours. It was fucken awful.

“That fucken bastard.” Benny and Santiago said together.

“He was a piece of shit, anyways.” Will mumbled as he pulled your head into his shoulder as he hugged you, remaining on his knees infront of you.

“I never liked him. Just thought i’d say that up front right now.” Frankie raised his hand.

“He didn’t even come back. He hasn’t come back and I sure as hell hope he doesn’t for the sake of him wanting to keep his manhood.” You sighed into Wills shoulder, eliciting a chuckled from the guys, including you. Surprisingly. “I found out by Samanthas roommate Nina, who by the way knew they had been fucking for 2 months now. She only told me because her and Sam got into an argument about the rent like a week ago. Samantha has been texting me non-stop about how sorry she is but he hasn’t messaged me once.” You pulled away from Will and looked at all the guys in the room. You were so grateful for these men. Your safe place, your support system, your home when yours didn’t feel like it anymore.

“Good. Cause if he calls, he’s not gonna hear the end of it from the Millers, and won’t be able to cheat on anyone when me and Frankie are done with him. Shit, he won’t be alive once the Millers jump in.” Santiago said as he turned his attention to the TV, noticing the Love Island playing. Turning the TV off immediately, not thinking it suit the moment.

You smiled softly, your sad smile returning as you wiped the stray tears. “Hi, baby! How’s my favorite niece!” You heard Benny as he was suddenly made aware of Tatums awake state as she grabbed at his stubble. She loved touching all the guys facial hair. You never understood it but whenever one of them was holding her, her hand was always on their face.

“Hey, dickhead! She’s not the only niece you have.” Frankie reminded Benny of his own kid, earning a groan from Benny.

“Dude she’s not even born yet. When she is, they’ll both be my favorite princesses in the world. Fun Uncle Benny is gonna be their favorite.”

Frankie nodded his head, rolling his eyes at Benny’s save. The room went silent as your phone rang, and the picture and called ID was on display to everyone.

“Fuck no.” Benny immediately said. “Shit! Aw damn! Jeez, sorry.” He immediately apologized for his language. Aware how you felt about the guys cursing around Tatum.

“Don’t answer it.” Will said, as you picked up your phone. All the guys protested but you didn’t care. You answered.

“What?” Your sadness immediately being replaced by anger and betrayal as he just now decided to call.

“What the fuck is your problem!? Your ignoring Sammy? She didn’t do anything to you.” Garret yelled over the phone at you.

What a fucken idiot.

“Im sorry, WHAT!? Your going to call me to bitch and moan about how im ignoring the woman you cheated on me with!? Your unbelievable.” You got up, all the men stood up with you.

“Im unbelievable!? Your just a self centered bitch who didn’t see that I was unhappy in our marriage! Jesus Christ! You were so fucking boring,” Garret said your name with such distaste and anger. It shocked you. Suddenly you didn’t feel mad, you felt sad and worthless again. The boys didn’t waste no time in jumping in.

“Hey, man. Watch your damn mouth.” Will said from next to you. The calmness in his voice was scary. It always was. The way he stayed calm during duress situations was scarier than him yelling.

“Mhnmhn.” Frankie shook his head from where he was standing.

“Earmuffs Tatum. Im gonna fucking kill him.” Benny whispered looking up. No matter how little Benny was, growing up, he protected you—tried to, whenever someone gave you a hard time. He’s done it all his life, and this time was no different. Even with your daughter in his arms.

“Dear god.” Santi rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Oh, what? You have your little bitch dogs with you. I bet your banging all of them, you fucken slut. You always had the hots for Will. Your a whore. This is why I cheated in the first place.” Garret yelled through the phone, Samantha being heard laughing in the back.

“Get your head out of your ass and put your bitch in check. They’re here because they’re helping me take care of your daughter. You know, the one you decided to abandon the minute you fucked another woman?” You cried into the phone. You couldn’t even be angry. All you felt was sadness. Everything hurt. It hurt to cry, to speak, to breathe.

“Look, im sorry. You gotta understand that I wasn’t happy anymore. I’m sorry, baby.”

“You do not get to ‘baby’ me. Your a sad excuse for a man Garret. Jesus.” You decided you didn’t want to just rip at him, you needed to get a rip at Sammy. “Sammy, don’t be sad when you wake up one day when you don’t see Garret in bed with you. He’ll probably get bored of you too, and fuck your roommate. Hell, he’ll fuck the whole complex.” You heard a distant ‘Fuck you’ before you let more tears fall.

“Baby, im sorry.”

“Garret, stop calling me that. We’re done. You don’t get to be nice and ‘baby’ your way out of this. You just finished calling me a slut and a whore!”

“But you get to invite all your men over!? How could you do that to me?”

“How could you cheat on me with my bestfriend!?” You choked back a sob, Will wrapping his arms around your neck from behind, kissing the top of your head.

Garret said your name, just above a whisper. “I never meant to hurt you.”

Your voice soft, tired, of speaking when all you want to do is cry. You did just that, cry as you got your final words out. “It doesn’t really matter, Garret. Cause in the end it all hurts the same. I’m done. I’m done with you, your little whore and your not coming back home. Expect divorce papers at the door of your house—oh, im sorry, your mistress’ house, in two weeks. Fuck you, man!”

“Can I atleast get my-“ You didn’t give him to finish his sentence as you hung up, unleashing all your pent up rage, sadness and overall overexertion. You turned your body into Wills, allowing him to hug you as you cry into his favorite hoodie. He doesn’t even care that his forearms of his sleeves are getting damp from your still undried hair, and his chest growin damp from your tears.

Benny, Frankie, and Santiago all joined in on the hug as you just cried. They knew there was nothing they could say or do but just hold you while you let it all out.

These were your guys, and nothing would change the way you would always be grateful to them.

Your boys, your safe place, your support system, your home when yours didn’t feel like home anymore.

***

Will had made dinner for all you guys. You all sat at the table and ate together, Benny not letting go of Tatum once. She already had her uncle wrapped around her finger.

For the most part you guys ate quietly, and just talked about what you missed the last three days before apologizing that you had missed it all. None of them held it against you, understandably so. They talked about their work and what they’ve been up to and what they have going on, not touching on your situation any longer than they had to. You didn’t want ‘im sorry’s you just wanted to hang out with your friends. You didn’t want to feel sad anymore.

Not long after you all ate, you went and laid on the couch in bewteeen Will and Benny. You were leaning on Benny, curled into his side while Frankie sat on the other side of him and Will by your feet. You don’t remember much of what you were watching as you were in and out of sleep. Sleep that you haven’t been able to properly get as it was just you and Tatum. An insomniac baby is bound to catch up to you later. All you knew you had put on your favorite rom com but just didn’t remember exactly what part you were watching.

It wasn’t long before the built, muscled, and toned side of Bennys frame, turned into the soft cuddly teddy bear that was his personality. Long before you could fight the sleep until the guys left, your eyes closed and you fell asleep.

You had convinced the guys to watch your favorite rom-com. It only took you begging them quietly as Tatum fell asleep after you fed her, not wanting to wake her, and dropping the ‘hey, I just asked for a divorce against my cheating husband’ card and it was hard for them to say no to you.

Benny and Will knew that you falling asleep to this movie wasn’t uncommon. You did when it first came out when you were in middle school. The movies nights they let you pick and you’d pick this movie falling asleep around the same time, everytime. How to lose a guy in 10 days just gave you the comfort you needed whenever you felt sad or whenever you just felt like falling hopelessly inlove with the perfect love story.

“Never fails.” Benny chuckled softly, noticing your soft snores into his side.

All the guys looked over to see you knocked out, curled into a tiny ball, wrapped in the small throw blanket. This was a calming and reassuring view for all of them. They’ve never seen you like this before. Sure they have been there ever since they met you and all the old boyfriends who didn’t deserve you, but the way you were today. Sad, betrayed, and angry…was something they hope to never see again.

They love the happy you. The you that jumped up and down whenever you met them at the terminal when they were back on leave. The you that laughed at the most unfunniest jokes because everyone deserves to feel special. The you that your smile brightens up the whole damn room and any of their bad days.

They saw you finally at peace, the most peaceful you of the day. Getting the rest you deserved they all felt successful in their efforts to cheer you up any way they could.

Frankie was the first to get up, putting his hat on. “I gotta head out, my girl is waiting for me.” He hugged all his friends goodnight, stopping at you to give you a kiss on our head. Santiago got up, being that Frankie was his ride. Santiago did the same.

Benny was harder to get up. He didn’t want to disturb the little sleep you have been able to get in the last couple of days, but again, Frankie was his ride. He grabbed a throw pillow next to him, and swiftly and stealthly switched it under your head. Your soft stirring causing all the men to stop breathing and moving, not wanting to disturb you.

Once the coast was clear Benny said bye to his brother and kissed your head softly. He walked over to Tatum and kissed her soft brown hair, covering her better with her blanket.

Will decided to stay the night with you. You had agreed when you sat down to pick the movie while the other guys cleaned up the kitchen after dinner. He offered to help you with his goddaughter so you can get whatever you needed done, out of the way. You appreciated the offer and agreed with open arms to let him stay. Him saying he’ll figure the ride out tomorrow, or whenever you didn’t need his help anymore.

The guys exited the front door, the sound of the truck starting soon disappearing as they pulled out and drove away.

No matter how much Will denied it to everyone, he was a sucker for the cheesy romance movies. He wouldn’t admit it, especially to you. These were your favorite and it was his duty as your bestfriend to deny he likes whatever you like. ‘It’s because im a boy’ he always told you. You thought he was so full of shit. He sat there for twenty minutes watching the movie he’s seen over a thousand times in his lifetime. It seemed to be working whatever magic it had on you and made him so tired. You guys both seemed to swap your liveliness.

Your sleepy state didn’t last long as you opened your eyes and let them wander around the room, as much as you could see, to find the house empty but Will and Tatum.

You sat up, and yawned. “How long was I asleep for?” You look at Will, hopeful that it was enough.

“Like, thirty minutes.” He rubbed his eyes as he yawned. His yawn being a little too loud as it woke Tatum.

You were moving the blanket off of you, getting up to get your daughter when Will beat you to it. “I got her. Sit back down, sweetheart.” You nodded softly your eyes still heavy from being tired.

“When did the guys leave?” You frowned having missed them on their way out. You didn’t say thank you.

“Like twenty minutes ago,” Hey, babygirl. C’mon. I got you.” Will bent over the bassinet, looking at Tatum. He cradled her in his arms. He watched as Tatums cries soon turned into whimpers which then turned into soft cooing. He smiled at her before another yawn escaped his lips.

The movie was still playing quietly, the end almost nearing. The soft background noise pulling you into your sleepy state yet again. You closed your eyes, shoving your arms and legs under the blanket forming a small ball again. The couch dipped next to you as Will filled the space, holding your baby girl.

You didn’t think twice before moving your body the other direction, to face Will before moving closer to his side. He knew what you wanted and he lifted his arm so you can get comfortable against him.

He threw his head back, finally closing his eyes as one arm held Tatum and the other held you against his chest. You couldn’t have been more grateful for this man. You loved him with every bone in your body. You were so glad that you were able to call him your bestfriend. You can count on him when the world let you down again and again.

You looked up at him, touching the side of his face. On contact, he moved his head in your direction, smiling softly as he was met with your eyes, full of happiness again. “Will?”

“Yeah, baby?” Your breath hitched at the nickname he hasn’t used for you in years. Atleast before you met Garrett. You hoped it wasn’t noticeable. Will picked up on everything, very observant, damn you Army.

“Thank you. Your too good to us.” You whispered, looking away from his face, nestling into the crook of his neck as you watched your daughter peacefully sleep in your bestfriends arms.

“Anytime, sweetheart. Anything for my two favorite girls.” He kissed your head, resting his head back on the couch, a small smile on his face as he closed his eyes.

“I love you.” You whispered, closing your eyes too.

“I love you.”

All you could think about was how lucky you and Tatum had been to have a man like this in your life. A man who will move heaven and earth if you asked. How lucky you were to have men as good friends as the guys were to you. You couldn’t ask for a better family to help you raise your baby.

You and Tatum were so lucky.

You were both happy.

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A/n: I would absolutely love to turn Tatum and the guys relationship into a full series of one-shots. Like little moments as she grows up. I want to create a father-daughter dynamic with Tatum and Will because like i said i want to explore Will x F!reader more!! Maybe along the lines of them growing closer as Tatum grows up because as they figure the whole parenting thing out together, they also find themselves and figure out their relationship as well.

Let me know what you think!!! It would be greatly appreciated!!

#will miller #will miller x reader #will miller x you #will miller headcannon #william miller #triple frontier #triple frontier headcannon #daddy’s babygirl #together parents suck #sorry lol #dad!will miller #tumblrgirl #get this #i love my ocs #delusional #that should be me

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