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King of My Heart
King Aemond Targaryen x Queen Reader
Synopsis: Marriage, miscarriage, and the monarchy… how would you and your husband fare to them all?
Warnings: Mature, Softer Aemond, Mentions of Miscarriage, Fluff, 18+, P in V Sex, Not Proofread
Word Count: 5,929
A/N: Final part (maybe) of But Daddy, I Love Him and Mine, but could be read as a standalone. Based on an anonymous request where they wanted "a scenario where the reader enters her period and fears Aemond will be disappointed that she's not pregnant yet but he comforts her and takes care of her" and a photo of a fan art sent by 1ssah-blog
War did not commence, but the heir to the seven kingdoms was altered. As the iron throne rejected your grandsire, Viserys the First, your mother, Rhaenyra, rejected the seat that was promised to her. A shocking turn of events that was an outrage to her loyal supporters and to her husband. Declining her right to the throne meant her heir, Jacaerys, will as well have no claim upon it. In consequence, the throne was given to her half-brother, Aegon, the squandering prince who had no wish for duty, ultimately abdicated the most powerful seat of the realm. Passing the responsibility to your husband, who took the opportunity eagerly.
You were not certain how to take this turn of events. Though you were eased as this not caused further strife and bloodshed upon your family, you did not know how to receive this great responsibility you were never prepared for. You were never readied to become queen.
It was as if all the events, private or otherwise, were tidal waves hitting you one after the other, suffocating and whirling you around. Whatever reservations and dilemmas you had were hidden, for you did not want to dampen the happiness in your husband. He never uttered it, but you knew that deep inside, he greatly wished for the throne. And you believed that it would be entirely selfish of you to make known the doubts that presented themselves the day it was announced that Aemond would be the ruler of Westeros.
“I have a surprise for you,” You hear him say, your mind regaining focus. You placed your gaze upon your King husband, who sat across from you. This was the first supper you had together in private after all the debacle for the throne had been settled. Yours and his new title have proven to take a great deal of both of your time that you started to scarcely have time to enjoy the private presence of one another. “What is it?” You asked, placing a small smile on your lips. “Once you finish your meal, I shall show you,” He replied, and you gave a nod. Once your plate was emptied, you frowned as your husband helped you to stand, placing a cloth on your eyes. “Aemond, what is this?” You questioned, feeling his cold hand take yours as he led you out of your chambers. “Like I’ve said, it is a surprise,” You hear his smirk through his words, and you silently and blindly followed him through the halls of the keep.
When he made you halt in your tracks, you felt the cloth around your eyes loosen. Aemond stood before you in the throne room, obstructing your view from the surprise he had commissioned. When he stepped to the side, your furrowed brows shot up, and your lips parted in surprise. The renowned iron throne that stood lone in the middle of the hall was now in the company of another. The king’s throne was now accompanied by the queen’s. “Is… is that for me?” You asked hesitantly. You hear Aemond let out a chuckle and guide you to step closer to the iron thrones. “Of course it is, you after all are my queen,” He hummed, enjoying the way you were still enveloped in surprise.
You were silent as you gazed at the newly made seat, one specifically made for you. You could not believe that your husband would disregard decades of tradition and alter the most powerful and fearsome seat in the realm to make place for you. Aemond gazed at you as you still gazed at the seat. He knew his decision to add a seat for his queen would not be well received by the others; he could not find care. He could not stand as you were stood by the side during long trials and engagements. He felt uneasy as you stood far beyond his reach, your usual place next to him desecrated and sacrificed when he needed to sit on the throne. He often had the urge to just perch you on his lap during those long days of meetings, restless as he was constantly missing your touch, but he knew that would simply mortify you.
“Come, sit on your rightful place, my queen,” Aemond said, pulling you towards the iron thrones. You bit your lip as he made you sit on the cold metal. Surprised that the swords did not prickle or offer you any discomfort. “How does it feel?” Aemond asked, taking his own seat, his hand finding yours and him intertwining them. “Odd,” You say truthfully. Aemond hummed as his thumb caressed your soft skin, “Best get used to it, my wife. This is your rightful place.” He said, and you were not entirely certain how to receive his words. A part of you was growing warm and familiar with this title, but a bigger part of you was still doubtful as to what it entails.
Aemond frowned as he heard no reply come from you. He turned towards you and saw that your gaze was once again far off. “What is it? What’s bothering you,” He asked, leaning closer, his fingers guiding your head to face him. You show your head and place a tight smile on your lips, “Nothing,” You say, hoping he will be convinced, not wanting to worry him and add to his burden, for he already had to shoulder the burdens of the realm. “Do not lie; tell me, what is it?” Aemond asked, tone now serious. You shook your head again. “Truly, it is nothing. I was just thinking about the preparations for your coronation,” You say, “Our coronation,” Aemond corrected, and you nodded, “Yes, our coronation,”
“Do not fret and tire yourself with the preparations, my light. Another could see to it, perhaps my mother or ma—“ You shook your head for what seemed the hundredth time that day. “No, this is my responsibility,” You say, and Aemond sighs. “You are overworking yourself. You think I have not noticed, but I have. You retire to bed later than I do, and you start your day earlier than I; you must not exhaust yourself,” Aemond fretted. “I am hardly exhausting myself— my responsibilities are nothing compared to yours,” You say, making Aemond sigh. “That is not the point,” he said, your concerned conversation toeing the line to an argument.
“You are quite fragile, my light. The whole of your family— even with their contempt for me, they still warned and accustomed me to the fact of your sensitivity, at how easily you are exhausted and taken by sickness. I cannot have you be overworked and burdened by tasks that could be delegated to others,” Your heart warmed at the concern showed by your usually stoic husband. “I just want everything to be perfect for your day,” You say lowly. “Our day,” Aemond once again corrected, his mind now growing suspicious at the fact that you only recognized his change of title but not yours. “Yes, our day,” you once again repeated.
When the two of you retired to your chambers once more, Aemond studied you with his keen eye. Only now did he realize that something had turned different; there was a shift in you that you had greatly disguised. Greatly so that only now did Aemond come to realize it. He tried to recall the whirlwind of events, from your mother rejecting the throne, then to his brother abdicating it, and finally, him being announced as the successor. He could not precisely point as to when, but as he recalled those days, he realized a spark in your eyes had dulled, and its sudden dullness was not the result of exhaustion or anything in regard to the succession of the crown. Something else was bothering you, and it seems to be of great magnitude, but you did not share it with your husband.
Aemond clutched you closer to his chest, burying his nose in your hair as you slept in his arms. He could not find rest as his mind was running with the thought of what was bothering you and why you had not confided with him. What secrets were you hiding from him? Why had you suddenly felt the need to keep quiet of your thoughts? Aemond’s heart beat loudly in his chest even though he was simply lying down, his thoughts running with the uncertain and devouring his insides. He must know the truth of what it was you hid from him.
You hastily ran through the halls of the keep, tardy for your meeting with the small council as you were preoccupied with your earlier engagements. You stood before the door of the room, hindering the guard from opening the doors as you tried to catch your breath, wanting to be composed as you entered the room. But you frowned as you heard the voices of men discussing you.
“My king… it is just that it has been a year since your marriage, and the queen has yet to produce an heir,” You felt your heart pit as you heard the words of a lord. “The court is starting to question the… the matter, and tongues are wagging that perhaps the queen’s womb is unsuited to carry a child,” You swallowed thickly as you still stood by the doors, listening to their quiet discussion that spoke of your fears that were unknown to anyone but you. Aemond kept silent as he stared down the men before him, “My king, the lineage for the crown has been altered twice in less than a year; its stable foundation created by the conqueror had faltered. And with this talk of the queen unable to produce you a son… it would not take long before the other houses to question the stability of the Targaryen name, as well as her validity as queen.” You felt vile climb your throat as your heart, achingly pitted in your chest. You were supposed to attend the meeting, but after hearing what they had said, you could not find the strength to do so.
Aemond clenched his jaw as the lords before him were threading the line of impertinence. “My wife, your queen, is still young. She is but eight and ten. Our heir shall come in due time; I will no longer hear of such speculating matters when there are other business we must attend to.” Aemond gritted, laying the subject to rest, but a foolishly bold lord still spoke. “Your majesty, your wife’s duty is to produce you heirs— to produce the next king of this realm. That must be her top priority, and as of now, the kingdom is witnessing her flail at this duty that a simple broodmare could do,” Aemond felt his eye twitch in great irritation, his insides alight with fiery rage at the words spoken against you. Aemond turned to Ser Criston Cole, who stood by his right and gave a knowing look, the knight stalking towards the lord who dared offend his queen.
The knight took the lord’s arms and bound them behind him, “You have not only offended your queen but her husband as well; for such impertinence, you shall stay in the dungeons for a fortnight and your house stripped of its title and land,” Aemond relished at the lord’s protest and desperate pleas as he was dragged out of the room of the small councils and into the dungeons. “Let that be a lesson to you all— the moment I hear about such disrespectful speculations about my wife, I will not hesitate to administer such punishments,” Aemond warned and watched as the lords before him nervously nodded.
When the meeting ended, Aemond questioned as to why you did not show. He returned to your chambers in search of you, and there he found you curled in your shared bed. Aemond silently walked towards you, his being wholly satisfied as you took his concern and decided to rest. But that satisfaction quickly disappeared as he saw your tear-stained cheeks and your slightly quivering lips as you slept. Who must answer for your sadness? What had led you to such a state? Why had you not run to Aemond for comfort just like the times before?
Aemond soothingly ran his hand through your hair, making you twitch and lead you to open your eyes. Your eyes widened as you realized Aemond had returned and caught you in such a state. “Why are you crying? What has bothered you?” Aemond asked, determined to know what plagued your mind that caused this unwelcome shift in your demeanor. Your lips agape to speak of a diversion, and Aemond already knew it. “Do not say that it is nothing when it is clearly a lie. Tell me the truth of it, wife.” He said sternly, but he quickly regretted it as tears quickly streamed from your eyes. “I failed,” You cried almost incoherently. Aemond’s eye widened as he made you sit up and took you into his arms, and you cried onto his chest. “W—what? You had not failed,” He tried to reassure you about a matter he was still to know of.
“I have! And the kingdom is starting to take notice!” You wailed, and Aemond took your face into his hands, imploring you to look at him. “I have failed you as your wife… I am failing as queen,” You cried, and Aemond felt his heart twist painfully inches chest to see you in such a state and hear you utter such false words. “I do not understand, my light,” he said quietly as you sniffled and tried to control your sobs. You took in big gulps of air as you tried to form the words explaining the events that happened and were kept hushed during the debacle for the crown.
“I was with child,” You say quietly, feeling the shock in Aemond as the words leave your lips. “During Aegon’s short reign, I learned that I was carrying our child. He was only a moon old, the maesters said, and I was waiting for an opportunity to share with you the news,” Aemond clutched you closer to him as he felt you tremble. “But the lineage was changed once more, and we both were busied to the point where the only time we saw each other was when we slept,” You say as tears continue to stream. “And when the day finally came that we were not too busied with our duties, where I could finally tell you that we were to become parents… I lost the babe,” You cried in shame and tried to turn away from Aemond, who sat before you in great shock.
You readied yourself for his rage and contempt. You knew he would not take this matter lightly; you believed he would blame you for being so careless and for failing, which is why it was a shock to you as he once again pulled you to him, burying his face in your neck as he uttered apologies. “Why are you apologizing? I was the one who had failed you,” You asked. “Failed? My light, you could never,” Aemond said softly as he embraced you tightly. “I was the one who had failed you— I was too busied with the crown that I have neglected my duty to you,” Aemond said in guilt. You breathed out heavily and shook your head, running your hands through Aemond’s silvery locks soothingly.
“Why did you not tell me?” Aemond asked after a short silence. You sighed and lowered your head, “I was ashamed.” You said plainly, “I could not burden you with this matter when you were already burdened by the troubles of the kingdom.” You explained further, hiding the matter because you knew if you uttered it, it would only prevail and actually become true. Aemond removed his face from the crook of your neck, “You should never hide such matters from me. The burdens you carry are the only burdens I truly care to know of and solve.” He said reassuringly, placing a kiss on your tear-stained cheek, tasting the salt that streamed from your eyes. “You’re not angry? Or at least disappointed? I…” You trailed as Aemond hushed you by kissing your lips. “Swear to me you will never hide such matters from me again; promise me that you will always come to me when anything— even the slightest of things bothers you,” Aemond implored and you bit your lip as you nodded your head. Aemond gave a curt nod to your agreement, placing a kiss on the top of your head.
“But…” you spoke, “But what if I truly fail? What if I cannot provide you with an heir?” You fretted, knowing that your main royal duty was to provide your husband with a child. Aemond licked his lips at your question, pondering over a future where you two had no offspring. “Then the crown passes to our next of kin,” Aemond shrugged, and you were speechless by his nonchalant manner. “My light, I want for us to have children, I do. But I want you more. If we cannot produce an heir, then so be it; just as long as I have you, I’ll be perfectly and entirely content,” Aemond murmured, and your heart that loved him fell into a deeper love you never thought to be possible. “Do you truly mean that?” You asked, searching his eye. A part of you doubted his words, thinking it was only uttered to comfort you. “Of course I do,” He said genuinely. Though a part of him will always long for a child, to be a father that he never had, a greater part of him longed for you. He would rather have you constantly by his side, without the prospect of an heir, than have his line to the throne secured but without you.
You gazed up at your newly crowned king as he placed a tiara of rubies atop your head, a small smile grazing his face as he crowned you his queen. The eyes of the kingdom upon the two of you who were lost in each other eyes. The cheers that rang loudly died in your as you could only focus upon Aemond. It had been almost two moons since your admittance of what had transpired during the settlement of the crown, and since then, you and your husband had made it your mission to set aside time for each other, to not only focus on the demands of the realm but as well as your marriage. You placed a small smile as your husband guided you to take your seat on the throne next to him, the kingdom bowing and kneeling to show their fealty to their new king and queen. Yours and Aemond’s hands clasped around each other to show your solidarity for the kingdom as well as each other.
“How are you finding the festivities, my king?” You asked with a small smile, your heart pounding happily in your chest. “You out did yourself in the preparations, my light… but as my name day celebration, I am counting down the hours until we are left in the privy of our chambers.” You bit your lip as your husband whispered the words in you ear, your cheeks blooming in heat. “Well, just as I have said on your name day, you must be patient and obliging to our guest, dearest husband,” You grinned, and Aemond felt content to see how the liveliness in you began to return. “Very well then, but I shall deny any lord that asks you for a dance,” You let out an amused breath and nodded your head, “Very well, who am I to go against the orders of my king,” You teased and moved to stand.
“Where are you going?” Aemond asked, his gaze turning upward, his hand refusing to let go of your hand. “To greet my mother and siblings, I still have not spoken to them ever since their arrival,” You say simply; Aemond chewed on his cheek and nodded, reluctantly removing his hold of your hand, but his eye followed you as you gracefully made your way through the hall towards the nearby table that housed your kin.
“My queen,” Your mother greeted with a teasing curtsy, and you bit your lip as a wide smile appeared on your lips. “No titles are needed; I am merely your daughter, mother,” You smiled and embraced her, “Where’s father?” You asked, and just as the words left your lips, you heard him clear his throat behind you, your eyes beaming in delight as he held your sister. The babe soundly sleeping on his shoulder, “Little Visenya,” You cooed. Your father placed a kiss on your temple that was adorned with your newly appointed tiara. Your heart warmed at how he still attended your coronation, even though the debacle of the crown had left him entirely enraged, and the kingdom had begun to speculate that he and your mother had separated; of course, all of those were just mere rumors. The birth of your sister only solidifies your parents’ union.
“I placed them by the fireplace in your chambers, as you had requested,” Your father whispered to you in ancient tongue as he placed your sister in your arms, and you smiled at him with gratitude. “Thank you,” you say lowly and patted the back of your sister, who began to stir in your hold, giggling softly as she buried her face in your neck, her silver hair tickling your skin. You took a moment to catch up with your siblings, grateful to the gods that the change in succession did not alter your relationships with them, especially your bond with Jacaerys. You returned to your seat next to your husband, whose gaze had never left yours, your sister still in your arms and slowly waking, her violet eyes planted on Aemond as they peeled open, but Aemond’s lilac eye was entranced upon you, who presented him with such a sight that made his heart grow warm.
“I believe she wants to go to her king,” You say as Visenya reaches for your husband, her little babbles reaching your ears as her eyes were completely entranced on Aemond. Your husband swallowed thickly as you placed Visenya in his arms, him tensing as your sister was placed in his hold. “She likes you… one of my siblings likes you!” You beamed as Visenya started to giggle in your husband’s hold. Aemond shifted his head as the babe in his arms tried to take hold of his eye patch. You laughed quietly and reached for Visenya’s arm that was reaching for Aemond’s eye patch and placed on kiss on her little hand that smelt of talc and milk.
“She quite reminds me of you when we were children,” Aemond hummed, his gaze shifting between you and the babe. “Why? Because of her adorableness?” You hummed, brushing away the stray hair from Visenya’s face. “No, because she’s already covered in frills and precious gems. A spoiled little princess just like her sister was.” He said, noting the bracelet of gold and opal around her pudgy arm and the fine silk and lace of her clothes. You narrowed your eyes at your husband, flashing him with pretend annoyance that made him let out a laugh, catching the attention of your guests as he never displayed such glee so openly before.
Just like always, with any feast attended, you and your husband were the first to retire for the night. Aemond sighed longingly as you placed a chaste kiss on his lips before you disappeared into the adjacent room to disrobe. “I have a surprise for you,” Aemond heard you utter as he, too, removed the armor he wore. “Really?” He asked in amusement, “Yes,” You answered and returned to the main chamber in just your shift. Aemond raised his brow as he followed you to where you stood behind the fire. The light illuminated behind you and caused him to see through your shift, his needs for you presenting themselves greatly.
You turned to the fireplace and saw the box your father had left, bending down to take hold of it and present it to Aemond. “What is it?” Aemond asked as you stood before him with a rather large box in your hands. “You open gifts to find out what they contain, my prince. Has the late hour turned you simple?” You teased, watching as your husband rolled his eyes. He shook his head as he took off the cover of the box, a frown adorning his handsome face as he saw what you had presented him with. “Dragon eggs? What f—“ You giggled as Aemond’s face fell into shock, his mouth hanging wide in realization of what your surprise was.
“You’re… are you…” Aemond could not form words properly as he was enveloped with surprise. “You’re with child…” he said in amazement as he regained his composure. “You’re with child; you’re carrying our child,” he said once more, eyes wide and delighted. “I am,” you confirmed with a wide smile. Aemond could only move to kiss you as his mind was still discombobulated with the most joyous news. “There are two eggs… why are there two eggs?” Aemond questioned as your lips parted, his eye flying downwards to the box you still held that he then took and set down on a nearby table. You bit your lip as Aemond ran his fingers through the scaled shell of the dragon egg.
“I might be wrong… but I just feel as if I am carrying two babes,” you say lowly, fearing Aemond would find your statement ridiculous. He did not; his smile only grew as he pulled you towards him and kissed you once more. “You’re carry my children,” Aemond stated fondly, joining you in your suspicion that two lives grow in you. “I am,” You confirmed once more and felt him lay his hand flat on your abdomen; you gazed down as your husband kneeled before you, laughing as he enthusiastically placed his ear on your stomach that will be soon swollen with your children.
“Thank you, my light,” Aemond said tenderly against your abdomen. You cupped his cheek and bent down to kiss him. “I love you,” you said against his lips with a smile. “You will make the most wonderful father,” You added, and Aemond rose to his feet with a handsome smile on his lips, but that smile of glee turned to mischief, and your eyes widened as your husband placed his hands on your behind, squeezing the plump flesh. You melted in his arms as his lips met yours in a passionate kiss, your king leading you to your marital bed and laying you upon it gently as his lips kissed your neck. Aemond was conscious of not placing any of his weight upon you, but you missed the feel of his body against yours, pulling him closer to you, even going as far as wrapping your legs around his waist to feel him closer.
“I will crush you and the babes,” Aemond laughed as you whined at the gap between your bodies. You grumbled as you tried to pull him closer to you, but he was insistent on not placing any of his weight upon your body, especially your abdomen. “Aemond,” You whined, wanting to feel him against you. Aemond shook his head with a wide smile on his lips, a devilish thought presenting itself. Aemond tried to move himself atop you, but you circled your arms around his neck and tried to keep him in place. Aemond let out a laugh once more and moved to carry you, him switching your positions, him the one to lay on the bed, and you were atop him.
You stifled your moans as Aemond was underneath you, your core perfectly aligned with his throbbing length, and his hands cupped and played with your mounds. You let out a loud moan as Aemond pinched the buds of your breasts, smirking to himself as your heavenly moans echoed through the room.
“Such a beauty you are, my queen,” Aemond hummed as the dim candlelight illuminated your face. You ground your hips against Aemond’s trousered length, desperate to feel pleasure. “Aemond… please,” You moaned as you still feel him place most of his attention on your tits. “Say what you want, my wife… tell me what you need, and you shall have it,” Aemond hummed as he thrust his hips upwards, watching as your lips turned into an ‘o’. “You, I want you. I need you, please, Aemond,” You said desperately, content as you felt Aemond hastily undo the laces of his trousers, feeling his length against your skin.
You breathed heavily as you slowly sank down on his length, Aemond watching you with great awe. You looked down on your husband through hooded eyes, and you reached forward to take off his eye patch, wanting to see him fully. Aemond hissed in pleasure as the head of his cock brushed over the spot that made your head tilt back, your eyes roll in pleasure, and your moans turn louder. Aemond placed his hands at either side of your hips and felt your cunt clench around him painfully, a sensation he knew all too well and one that meant you reached your peak. “So quickly?” He breathed out in awe, your back arched as you try to regain your thoughts as you were quick to come undone by just sinking on Aemond’s cock.
The thought you tried to take hold of slipped out of your mind once more as Aemond trusted in and out of you at a slow, tantalizing pace. His hold on your hips was tight and quite possibly bruising, but you preferred it that way. You loved it when your husband left his mark upon your body. “Aemond… faster, please, my love,” You pleaded, and Aemond was quick to oblige your request, slipping in and out of you at a faster pace that made you come undone quickly once more. Aemond continued to watch in awe as you bounced atop him. You leaned down and met your lips with Aemond as you feel his cock twitch inside you and his thrust growing sloppy. You caressed the risen skin of his scar as you kissed him and as he fucked you, only parting your lips as Aemond was taken by his release and moaned your name as he came undone.
“I love it when you moan my name when you come,” You say with a grin and place small kisses on his neck and chest. Aemond hummed and tangled his fingers in your hair as you lay on his chest, him still inside you. “Do you wish to hear it again, little light?” Aemond hummed, making you let out a laugh before quickly nodding.
Aemond sighed in contentment as his gaze was planted downward. In his arms was your son, sleeping soundly as he clutched a dragon egg. Aemond gently ran his hands through the small head of your child, Prince Aemon Targaryen. He had his father’s hair and his mother’s eyes, a warm, almost golden brown that had the capability of entrancing Aemond. He placed a chaste kiss upon his son’s head as he walked through the keep, barely paying attention to his subjects who greeted and bowed before him as all his attentions were on your son who will soon celebrate his first name day.
Aemond reached his intended place, the great hall where all were bussed with yet another celebration. “My light, I have warned you time and time again, you must rest,” Aemond chastised as his arm wrapped themselves around your waist. His palm resting upon your swollen belly for you were in the middle stages of your third pregnancy. “I am not tired. And besides, the celebrations are set for tomorrow, and the preparations are still halfway made!” You said frantic, looking around the barely dressed up hall. “Where are the twins?” You asked as you looked around for your children.
You looked towards Aemond, and in the silence, you both hear quiet giggling to your right. You and your husband made quiet steps toward a long table and noted the giggles grew louder. Aemond handed to you your son, Aemon, as he bent down and lifted the cloth cover of the table to reveal the twins, your elder son, Daemion, who you named after your father, and your daughter Elaena, named after your husband’s sister. You smiled widely as their laughter rang loudly when Aemond scooped them in his arms and lifted them off the ground, peppering them with kisses, your husband no longer that conscious in showing his affection out in public ever since your first pregnancy four years ago.
“Did you get my sister’s dragon egg, Father? Can I see it?” Elaena asked, peering at Aemond, her lavender eyes widening in plea, and you walked closer towards them and brushed away a lock of her hair that resembled yours from her face. “Of course, you can, my love,” Aemond said, and he turned your twins towards their younger brother, who clutched the egg whilst he slept. “The baby inside mother’s belly is not a girl! It is a boy!” Daemion then declared, his violet eyes in a furrow as he disagreed with his sister. “No! It is a girl! Mother told me herself! Right Mother?” Elaena turned to you for confirmation, and you watched as Daemion was on the verge of a fit.
Aemond watched with great love in his eyes as the scene unfolded. “I believe what I said was I only feel that it is a girl. We will not be certain until the babe is born, my sweet,” You said and watched as Elaena puffed, “I want a sister!” She whined, crossing her arms and frowning. Aemond chuckled as your daughter was an exact copy of you in childhood. “And you shall have one. Even if the babe in your mother’s belly is a boy, we will shall not cease until we give you the sister you wish for.” Aemond spoke and kissed the cherubic cheek of his daughter, who was on the verge of tears, the little princess unaccustomed to not getting what she wanted.
“And you accuse me of spoiling our children,” You shook your head with a laugh as Aemond set the twins down, who readily ran around the hall once more. You beamed at your husband and fixed the askew crown atop his head, his arms once again circling your frame, and his head moved to kiss your lips. “Do you truly believe it to be a girl?” Aemond whispered as you two parted, him readily believing your intuition about the child you carry because he had come to learn it was impeccable. “I do. And I’ve already had a name for her,” You said, and Aemond raised his brow. “Hm… and do tell me about this name you had not asked my thoughts upon,” He said, and you smiled widely. “Eraena.” You said, and your husband hummed, pondering over the name for a moment. “Is that truly the name you wish?” Aemond asked, and you nodded. “Then Eraena it is,” He agreed and kissed your lips, the great love and joy in his heart that was emptied just years before translated in his kiss.
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pairing: non-idol!jeonghan x fem!reader
genre: fluff. established relationship au.
warnings: mentions of reader wearing makeup. food mentions. temporary long distance due to work.
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daisy's notes: imagine sealing em w lil heart shaped stickers tho...
“You should look outside our door.”
Halfway through doing your makeup for the day, Jeonghan casually spoke up. When you gave him a confused look, he merely smiled at you. He had video-called you from his hotel room as soon as you responded to his messages, apparently relaxing in it after a long day of working with a foreign company. He had his dinner set in front of him, poking through it with the fork they’d given him, as he gave you this knowing look. Even from your bedroom, you could hear the loud knock on your door. You pushed away from your little vanity once you felt presentable enough to face someone, and made your way through the apartment. When you opened the door, Joshua Hong was standing there, waiting for you with this proud smile on his face.
“Good morning,” he smiled at you. “And,” he pulled a box out from behind him, Jeonghan’s writing on the lid reading to my love. “Happy birthday.” He slapped an extra envelope on top. “That’s from me—I know how you feel about gifts, so,” he nodded toward it one extra time, “it’s just money in there.”
You slowly accepted it, looking down at it before growing a little more flustered. “How long has he been planning this?”
Joshua just smiled at you. “You look nice, by the way—”
“Oh, shut it,” you rolled your eyes as he snorted to himself. The only part of your face that was done were your eyes—you hadn’t even filled in your eyebrows yet. But Joshua knew he was one of the few people you’d let tease you in any way. But you stepped out, pulling him in for a one-armed hug.
He bid you farewell soon enough, and you made your way back to your bedroom after locking back up. You sat back down, setting aside the envelope as you looked at the box. “Hannie?” You didn’t look up, just knowing he still had that proud grin on his face. “What did you leave for me?”
He just rested his head in his hand, admiring you. “You’ll see. Open it.”
Of course he wouldn’t just tell you. With a quiet sigh, you opened the box, setting the lid beside it as you picked up a note card that sat atop a selection of letters. In short and simple writing, the note card just said “For while I’m too far away.” You picked up one of the envelopes, each with a different date attached to them. They would span the entirety he was away from you now, some of them with different times for you to open them. The first one was marked for lunchtime today, and you looked back at your laptop.
“... Jeonghan?”
“You said you didn’t want any big gifts this year,” he said. “But we always go on dates for our birthdays. So…” He smiled at you again. “I’ll take you out when I come home. Until then, I wrote a lot of notes for you to read since we can’t talk as often right now.”
Your heart softened at how much he cared for you. The day he told you he’d be away for work during your birthday, he’d held your hand and promised that he’d make it up to you. You had told him that he didn’t need to do anything special—the two of you could simply celebrate it when he came home again. But he kissed your knuckles and had that familiar twinkle in his eyes that told you Jeonghan already had a plan in place. But this? Little notes for you to read while he was gone? It made you a little misty-eyed, which was the worst thing when you were trying to get ready for the day.
Jeonghan had noticed, chuckling to himself. “Don’t cry,” he said, eyes twinkling as he admires you. “You can cry on me when I get back. You can do that thing where you bury your face in my shirt because you get embarrassed over crying—”
“Jeonghan,” you whined, pouting. He knew you too well, and he was always ready to tease you a little.
His gaze softened even further. “That’s my girl.” Then he straightened up, all too aware of how much he’d melted when watching you. “So,” he started, “what are your plans for—”
There was a knock on his door, and you saw Jeonghan turn in his chair. For a moment, he frowned, but he pushed away from his desk, calling out that he was coming. You could hear the door be unlocked, and the sound of Jeonghan conversing with someone before he came back over with a few of his coworkers following after him.
“Sorry, honey,” Jeonghan said as he turned back to you. “We’ve got a presentation tomorrow, so Jihoon wants to go over things—”
“Don’t blame it on me,” Jihoon said off-camera. “We were supposed to meet for dinner.”
Jeonghan turned to him, face completely stoic. “It’s her birthday. Don’t blame her.”
A moment of silence passed. Jeonghan broke, chuckling as he glanced back at you for just a moment. Jihoon snorted, and then he stepped into frame.
“Right,” he said, giving you a quick, polite bow. “Happy birthday,” he paused, glancing at Jeonghan. “Sorry we’re stealing him from you.”
“It’s fine,” you said with a hum, watching as Seungkwan came into frame in the background as he tried to set up his laptop. But he’d been stopped, as Mingyu had wrapped his arms around him, smiling into the camera as he waved at you. “We’ll talk later. Bye, Hannie! I love you—”
Jeonghan held up a hand, turning back to the others. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Seungkwan looked up, eyes widening before he realized. He waved to you. “Happy birthday! I hope you have a good day!”
Mingyu squeezed Seungkwan against his chest, jostling him slightly. He, too, waved, “Happy birthday! I’ll cook something for you when we come back!”
With a giggle, you thanked them both. Jeonghan moved the laptop, angling it so that he was the only one in the frame now.
“I love you,” he said, “I’ll call you tomorrow. Happy birthday, my angel.”
The others immediately started to razz him in the background, but he just rolled his eyes before returning his attention to you.
“I’ll text you when I go to bed,” he promised. “Good night!”
The call ended soon enough, leaving you to finish your makeup. By the time you finished your makeup, getting dressed, and eating a meal, you’d turned your attention back to the box of envelopes. It was a little too early to open the one for lunchtime today, but… It was your present, wasn’t it? You could open it if you wanted. So you plucked it out, sitting down on your bed to open it up. Inside was a note addressed to you in Jeonghan’s handwriting, and you curled up to read through it.
Have you eaten yet? I hope you have. You probably opened this early, knowing you—you get impatient when it comes to things like this. But it’s fine: I know this and I love you anyway.
I hate being away from you on your day. I know you said that you understood and it was fine, but I like getting to see you in the mornings, even if you’re always sleepy.
I don’t want these to be too long, so I’ll try to keep the rest shorter. Happy birthday, my love. I’ll make it all up to you when I’m home again.
You picked up your phone, snapped a picture of it and sent it to Jeonghan with a little heart emoji: I love you, angel. I can’t wait to see you again.
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6.3 Bucky
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.
Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language.
Word Count: 500
Previously On...: Lily tricked Bucky into going on a picnic date; they made plans for a "friend date" for later that evening.
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He was really hoping his plans with Lily would take his mind off of his fuckup with Major. He must have thought about calling her about seventy five thousand times, but each time he picked up his phone to dial her number, he saw her shrug in his mind’s eye when he asked if he could call her later. Lily may have been wrong about the reasoning, but what if she had been right about the gist of it– If Major really wanted him to call her, wouldn’t she have said so? It was driving Bucky crazy.
So, he agreed to a night out with Lily as a distraction. After their impromptu picnic, he’d walked her back to her car and they’d set back off to the Compound, where Bucky napped and took a shower. He was just deciding what to wear to dinner in a few hours when a text came through on his phone. He almost did a double take when he saw it was from Major.
Sugar: Can we talk?
Bucky’s heart sped up at the sight of her words. She wanted to talk. This was good, right?
Bucky bit his lip. Lily would understand if he had to cancel, right? He’d explained to her how much he liked Major, how upset he was when he thought he’d blown it with her. She’d get why it was so important for him to meet with Major tonight. They could do a raincheck on their friend-date.
Okay, she was putting the ball in his court. Bucky wracked his brain, trying to come up with an idea that would be spontaneous, but also romantic, so he could show her that he was serious about her, about making this thing between them work. An idea struck him suddenly, and though it wasn’t very original of him, all things considered, it was perfect. Absolutely perfect. He was just going to need a few hours to get everything ready. Glancing at his phone, he realized he needed to get in gear; he didn’t have a lot of time, and there were things to do.
>> DROPPED A PIN
>> Meet me here at 7:30pm.
A few hours later, Bucky was doing his final set up preparations. He checked his phone– Major should be arriving any minute, and if he said he didn’t have butterflies in his stomach, he’d be lying. He nearly jumped out of his skin when his phone buzzed with an incoming text, but it was just from Lily.
Shit. In his haste to get everything prepared for Major, Bucky had completely forgotten he’d made dinner plans with Lily. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
It was a long moment before the three dots appeared on his screen, indicating Lily was typing.
Bucky smiled at his phone, not sure why he had been so nervous about telling Lily he was dating Major in the first place.
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'𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔦 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔢
bsf!ellie x reader!!
SUMMARY: You get ready to a party with your best friend, but acting like you don't like her will be more difficult than ever tonight.
CW: r! is afab, r! shows her tits to ellie (?), alcohol game, and I think that´s all.
A/N: This took me forever to write but I really really liked how it turned out
PROMISE OF A DRUNK— It was kind of difficult to bring Ellie to a party. She would always complain about it being just loud music, alcohol and sex; but what's all that called together if not fun?
Probably what you most liked about parties was that you could get drunk and tell Ellie all you thought about her,how much you liked her, how hot she was, how much you loved seeing her with that reading glasses she wore sometimes... Because you could deny everything the next day. "I said that? what?" "I didn't do that" (whatever it was, yes you did) "Nah I don't trust you. I'm not the type to say that", you would say. It would seem weird for others but only you (and Ellie) knew how difficult it was to not confess to your best friend in the middle of watching a movie, or making bracelets, or having a sleepover. So yeah, sometimes getting drunk was a scape way to all your pretending.
After convincing Ellie to go to tonight's party, as you always did, she came around to you house in black jeans, a white tank top and a black leather jacket that—you'd never admit, made you go FERAL. The auburn watched you as you showed her your possible outfits: skirts and going out tops. You kinda noticed how she stared at some part (2 parts, if you want me to specify) of your body. Far from feeling harassed, you kinda enjoyed Ellie's gaze, like... She was just your best friend who liked watching you(r tits) and you were her best friend who liked... Her. So why not enjoying it?
"Oh, and-" you lifted your top, leaving your braless tits exposed to the air. "How are them? Like, they look good?" Her expression was completely shocked and in the matter of seconds her face turned red like a tomato. Completely.
"I, uh... They're good, yeah." She said and immediately covered her face with her hand and looked away, focusing her gaze in the floral pattern of your blanket.
"You didn't even look." You laughed. Then she turned to see your tits and the colour in her face intensified, if that was even possible. After like five seconds of being hypnotised, she finally looked up at your eyes.
"Good." She nodded. "Are you happy now?"
"I think you're the happy one here." You chuckled to yourself and took off the top completely, ready to try another outfit.
With Ellie's help you chose a midnight blue top with some black skirt and boots you didn't put on yet. Now it was makeup time. After less than 10 minutes, she started getting bored.
"When will you finish?"
"Not now."
She whined. Twenty minutes later, your sparkly blue makeup was done and when you turned around, you found Ellie sleeping, spread in your bed and a dumb smile formed in your lips. You sat beside her and looked at her eyelashes for a second, then at her lips. Oh, her lips. Impulsively, you leaned in and kissed her.
Her forehead. Because it didn't matter how bad you wanted to kiss her lips and how you dreamed about it (asleep or not), you couldn't do something she didn't allow you to, you just weren't able to. Maybe you loved her too much. You leaned in, getting your mouth close to her ear. You blew her, causing her to wake up suddenly and to sit up with a little scream.
"Hey! It's not fu- oh" Her almost inexistent amount of annoyance was replaced by... Something? when she saw your makeup. "Woah. You always surprise me." Her lips were parted now.
"I know." you shrugged cockily. "Are my eyelashes symmetrical?" You got closer and blinked a few times, looking at her beautiful green eyes. She couldn't help it and looked down at your tits. She dug her own grave and she knew it but come on, she couldn't help herself. And you obviously noticed this.
"My eyelashes." You repeated to Ellie in a teasing tone.
"I'm looking at your eyelashes!" She protested as her emerald gaze shifted to your eyes again. "They're symmetrical."
"The eyelashes too?" She hit your leg, a slight blush creeping onto her beautiful freckled cheeks.
"Shut up." Her reaction made you chuckle.
"Can i do your makeup?"
"Uh, just nothing weird."
"Just eyeliner?"
"Yeah, that will be good."
"Sit against the headboard please." Ellie obeyed you. She knew that was an excuse to sit on her lap, but she wanted you to so...
You took the bag from your night table, ready to do your job. You sat on her lap, with your legs on each side of that pretty black jeans of hers.
"Look upside." Ellie did as you said and you started doing your job.
You felt your cheeks turning a completely different colour when Ellie placed her hands in your waist. You wouldn't admit how nervous you got because of that, and Ellie wouldn't admit she too even though she was the one who made the move. While you traced small lines all around Ellie's eye line, you couldn't help but notice she had gotten red as well. Crimson red. Even though you would've loved to mock her about that, you were in the same position as her so you shut up, both of you enjoying the closeness and at the same time pretending absolutely nothing was going on between you, even knowing that if one of you pulled the other girl's face closer in a kiss none of you would pull back in a long, long time.
You kept doing her eyeliner, trying to ignore the indecent thoughts of Ellie that crossed your mind, mashing up the images of Ellie when she was changing in the same room as you with right now where you sat on her with some Twitter videos you'd never admit you watched. She's your best friend and just your best friend. She's your best friend and just your best friend. She's your best friend and just your best friend, you repeated mentally trying to sound convincing. After like 5 minutes you were done, and with a phew you announced you were done.
"I thought I was gonna screw it."
"Me too." Ellie received a small hit in her arm.
"Hey!" You complained.
"I was joking, you're incredible." She said as she sobbed her arm.
"Oh, don't flirt with me now."
"You're delusional." You smiled at that.
"Shut up. Are we going to the party now?"
You took an Uber to the house of someone you didn't actually know, but you were invited by some friend anyways.
In the way there, you leaned your head in Ellie's shoulder with tranquility. You thought that maybe, if you had done something impulsive when doing her eyeliner, probably both of you would've been tense now, but that didn't happen and that wasn't even important to you right now because, come on, you were in Ellie's shoulder and her head was leaning on yours. Yeah, you used to do that but that didn't mean you couldn't get nervous, and getting nervous didn't mean Ellie would notice that. (Did it?)
12 pm
Music came from the inside of the luxury building, inviting you to come inside. The night was young and there wasn't any drunk people yet, not enough to notice.
You entered inside the building and in the kitchen you could see one of your friends, Dina, which was Ellie's best friend and when she saw you immediately gestured for the two of you to join the group she was with with a friendly expression.
"We'll have fun." You said and dragged Ellie with you by her hand as if she didn't know how to walk by herself.
2 am.
The vodka bottle, almost in the half now, rested in the middle of the round. If you didn't want to answer a question, two sips. If you didn't want to fulfill the dare, four sips.
"Truth." The blonde named Lacy said tilting her head to the side with a smirk.
"Who do you like?" Jesse asked.
"Oh come on." You complained about the same basic question everyone always make in truth or dare, interrupting; half of your politeness always faded away with a little of alcohol in your system. "Ask something interesting."
"Shut up. It's interesting." Jesse defended himself.
"Sure."
"Well, I like some girl who has short hair and is right here." She answered when your little argument with Jesse finished, looked at Ellie and winking at her.
If Ellie had been sober, she would have frozen and stay awkwardly silent. But she wasn't, so she smirked with a noticeable red face, looking the girl she didn't know down, and scratched her ear. If you had been sober, you would have dissimulated and tease your friend about the situation. But you wasn't, so you glared at the girl with the most pure hatred before shifting your gaze to Ellie. YOUR Ellie.
You placed your hand in the Auburn's thigh casually, something Lacy didn't overlook. And she shouldn't, you were threatening the hell out of her.
Ellie is mine. Stay away. As simple as that. Ellie looked at you with a surprised smile.
"Oh?" She got closer, you were frozen at this and when your soul came back to your body she was whispering in your ear. "Are you jealous baby? Is that why you touch me like that? Because I think she likes me."
She blabbed with a dumb smile. What did she call you? BABY? Your face was burning now and all you hoped (Besides Lacy's death) was that Ellie didn't notice your nervousness, which you were almost 100% sure overflowed your body, being almost palpable.
"I'm not." You said taking credit away from the situation. Your hand still rested in Ellie's thigh, wishing to go up. Now was Lacy's turn, who looked at you like you invented global warming.
"Truth or dare, Els?" Sorry? Els? Come on, only you called her like that. And Dina sometimes. Who the fuck did she think she was? Just going there and calling your girlfriend like that as if-
"Dare." She smirked.
"I dare you to kiss me." OH NO YOU FUCKING-, you shouted in your head as your poor knuckles turned white because of how tight you were clenching your fists. Ellie came closer to... The bottle? She directed it to her mouth and drank four sips, making a disgust expression.
"Sorry girl, I'm taken." She smiled at her before sitting beside you again. Now she was the one touching your thigh, sending shivers all over your leg.
"Taken?" You asked with true curiosity.
"By you." A silly smile appeared on her lips. She got closer in an attempt to kiss you.
"What are you doing?" You giggled at Ellie's interest for you, which she only showed when she was this drunk or talking between dreams, two things you were used to pretend that didn't happen because god it would be so awkward for Ellie to tell her about that, to confront her, to ask her if she had any actual feelings for you. You moved your head to the side so she ended up kissing your cheek. You didn't even perceive if she behaved like this JUST because of the alcohol or if she actually liked you and it was more difficult to hide it after some drinks but you decided to not think about it much, not now. Ellie rand her hand down your thigh slightly, squeezing it a little.
"Truth or dare?" The Auburn asked you.
"Truth."
"Do you like me?"
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☆༉ — CHRIS STURNIOLO. The unwritten rule.
about. Everyone knows the rule, don't fall in love with your best friend's boyfriend.
author's note: This is the chapter 4, I hope it sounds interesting to you. My first language is not English, you will read this under this warning. m.list
"You really don't have to take me home," I tell him once we were outside.
"Is there something wrong with my car?" He says, looking at me, and I start to say "no" and then I see him smiling.
"It's horrible," I say once I'm inside the car. “For starters, it's not orange like the one you've promised me for so long and I'm sure I'll never actually have it, and on the other hand. Where are the dents? How can you not drive a car that doesn't have dents that mean your mother has been distracted by thinking about tortillas and pizza with bean sauce?”
"Pizza with bean sauce?"
"Yup" I look out the window. “After my mother scraped the side at the grocery store while parking, she wrote down her recipe for Mexican tortilla pizza. Look, all contest recipes have a twist. Or at least the winners have them, according to my mother. And she knows a lot about contests... Well, you know. Her thing.”
"She's done great things. I even remember those turtle cookies she made for your eighth birthday,” he recalled.
"Those things are hard to forget when someone's mother creates a river of chocolate sauce and makes everyone wait to eat while she creates the turtles in her home" he mentioned. “Worst birthday party ever.”
“No way,” Chris laughs. “That was really cute.”
"Making people wait to eat cookies and then saying there's no cake is not nice. I think people took their gifts and left."
“Well, I can get over that,” she looked at him. “I had to wear that brace on my tenth birthday.”
"You did not do it!" accused him.
He nods. "If I took them, oh hey, my sketch pad is pointed your way. We turn a corner and it slides off the dashboard and into my lap."
"Do you drive and draw?" She pointed out waving a finger at him, it feels so good to do this, to talk and to be flirting. I know, but it's just a little. He smiles, his teeth shining as he drives down the dark streets, referring to my house. "I'm trying to knock out some dents and improvise the look of the car."
He laughed and picked up the drawing pad. “Are you still doing those pencil drawings like last year?”
"Do you remember that?"
I do, and I wonder if I shouldn't still know that he had a bunch of his drawings presented and displayed at Dad's school last year. I looked at them and said I liked it when we ended up standing in the lunch line at the same time, but that was last year, and as a person not interested in it, can I admit to remembering that?
I doubt it.
I put the drawing pad back in the drawer. “You have some drawings at school, remember? Dad always drags mom and me to look at those things.”
"Yes," he says. "They were mine. You probably don't remember, but you told me last year that you liked them, and I thought, well, that was really nice of you.”
He remembers it!
I join my fingers together trying to stop myself from shaking. That wouldn't look very good. “So, you still do things like that?”
"Yes, I only made these series of hands" he talks about the drawings. “I found all these photos of my grandparents; My grandmother played the piano and my grandfather the violin, and their hands when they are playing are amazing. Just... It's like they talk to them, like I can listen to the music and want to try to show that." clears his throat. “Sorry, I know it's boring.”
I shake my head in denial. "It is not. I wish I could draw, but a straight line is all I can get.”
"What about those cubes you make in class?" It took me by surprise that he knows that. Especially since we haven't been together for a long time.
"Okay, I can draw cubes" I raise my arms feigning excitement. “Maybe I should quit school. You could travel around the world drawing cubes on things like bridges or benches. My parents could use my college money for savings. They would love that.”
He laughs again.
"Maybe you can get a start at home. Draw cubes in your driveway or something."
"Wait, are we here yet?" I noticed that we were already in front of my house "I mean, thank you for bringing me home."
"It was fun," I give him one more look before he goes back to the party, with my best friend, he's looking at me like... Well, like he wanted to look at me.
As if he likes what he sees, and he is smiling his eyes turn darker. I just nod mutely, blindly, then fumble for the door handle, trying to look away and still not being able to.
"Ada” He names me, softly, almost hesitantly, my heart beating strongly and this happens when you want someone you can't have. Loving someone you shouldn't even look at.
This is wrong, so wrong, to be here, but longing eats away at me until it is all that I am, until I am a trembling waterfall swaying toward it. I hear the soft, slow hiss of my seat belt as it extends, the faint echo hammering in my head, pulsing in my fingers and my feet, roaring in my ears, and he is so close.
And then we kissed. In a vast universe, an eternity of his mouth moving gently against mine, a slow explosion that makes my insides light up, and I want to get lost in this, in him, and never return.
His seatbelt creaks as he leans closer, one hand touching my head, and he heard me breathing, I hear him breathing. The two of us, just the two of us, except that shouldn't be it.
He is Anna's boyfriend, my best friend.
"Chris” My voice comes out like a ball scraping the aluminum, and he rests his forehead against mine. His fingers are still touching my hair. I can feel them shaking.
"Ada” he says again, and there's so much sweetness in his voice, in him, and I've tasted it. I want to do it again and again.
"I'm sorry" I apologized, he started to shake his head sideways, his hair so soft against my skin, his forehead still touching mine, and my heart screaming that I'm not completely sorry and that maybe he isn't either.
"I didn't mean to" His voice is calm, and no, of course he didn't mean to. He didn't mean for this to happen. He didn't mean for us to kiss.
He has Anna.
"Alright" I could barely speak, and me pulled me up and smiled that smile I use when Anna's boyfriends come to me, the smile that says I'll listen and understand because that's what I do. “I know things are a little weird between you and Anna right now, and the thing is, Anna thinks you're mad at her.” Then I remind myself that I have a best friend, that this is her boyfriend. “I know you're not mad, but she's just…” he swallowed. “She's really in love with you and she likes you a lot.”
Chris looks away from me at that moment, his gaze now fixed on the windshield over the dark front yard.
"I'm not..." he lets out a heavy sigh. “I’m not mad at her, I just… Ada, I really didn’t mean to…” I cut him off.
"I know" I hastened to say, I didn't want him to keep talking about this. I don't want to hear what comes after to "I really didn't mean to...", especially when you've said it twice.
I don't want to hear that this was a mistake, even though it wasn't. Not for me.
"Thank you again" I get out of the car, close the car door and walk towards my house without looking back.
I won't watch him go, I'm shaking. It's horrible to get what you wanted so much when you know you shouldn't.
I was happy to be able to talk to him, about this kiss, about tonight at the party. He mentioned last week, and a moment I've wanted to forget. But I haven't been able to do it.
Here's the moment that's stuck in my head, the one he talked about at the party.
Maybe it was nothing, but I was still thinking about it. I had been thinking about that. Last Thursday, I went to Anna's party to drop off a bunch of clothes she had left at my house. Mom had washed her and I took her out of my car, checking before the doorbell rang that Anna's mom wasn't home.
"Hey," Anna spoke to me, opening the door for me and smiling when she noticed her clean clothes in my hands.
"Your clothes washed, your majesty."
“I love your mom,” he smiled at me. “And you too, but you already know that. Come on in.”
"I don't want to bother you," Anna shook her head.
"Don't worry, Mom's at work. At least have a Pepsi or something. I did the shopping, so there's more to drink than the secret old diet."
"Okay," I walked inside the house, and saw Chris sitting in the living room on the couch. "Oh, I didn’t know… I didn’t see Chris’ car, I should go.”
"Because?" Anna asks me. “We’re just hanging out.”
Then I realized there were more people in the room too. Sonia, Mery, and Taylor were there, they were the ones Anna did a presentation with every year and they were all holding their scripts, looking at me with disgust.
"I'm sorry," I apologize.
"No, it's good that you're here. You can hang out with Chris because he's totally bored, but he's being too nice to say so. Also, he has to take everyone home, I promised I would do it after everyone did their presentation. And as for not seeing the car… Well, I had it parked down the street, so I won’t have to go look for it.”
And before I knew it, I was having a beer sitting next to Chris while everyone was talking except him and of course me.
Anna, Sonia, Mery, and Taylor went out to the terrace to make a scene.
"Get out! This is the kind of set we should order!" Mery said her line.
“I'm sorry,” I spoke first. “I didn't know... I thought Anna was alone.”
"I told her I wanted to talk when I came to visit her tonight and the next thing I know I'm in the room with you."
"I'm sorry," I apologized again, it was the thousandth time I had said it to him since what happened.
"No, I didn't mean that, it's nice sitting with you. That's what I mean, you know what I mean."
“Making the best of a bad situation?” I asked smiling.
"No” He was staring at me and I wanted to look away from his penetrating eyes, he was too attractive, but I couldn't look away, I had to look at him because I spent a lot of time convincing myself that I wasn't scared, that I was acting like he was just another guy. “I mean it's nice to be around actually, I don't mind being with you at all. I like it."
"Yeah, me too," I admit, still smiling and trying not to read into anything he said. He was stupid doing that and he knew it. I also knew I should stand up and leave, but I didn't move.
"Unless I'm getting ready to throw up over the railing of a boat, right?" and I automatically stopped thinking about leaving.
"Do you remember that?"
"It was only last year," he said as if it were an exaggeration.
"I know," my voice came out too firm, too calm, but inside I was shaking.
"I didn't know boats could make people this sick," he recalled. “I swear the only thing that kept me from going overboard was that I was talking to you. How come you never got those sneakers full of dots?”
Oh wow, he remembered, he really remembered.
"I did it," he said. “No, they didn't look like I thought they would. They looked like a rash. In shoes, it wasn't a pretty thing, I can't believe you heard me babbling about stitches when you were feeling so bad.”
"Are you kidding me? You were the best thing about that trip."
"The best?" I shouldn't have asked that, there was silence. It was strangely tense in a way that made my toes curl. “Second best, you mean” I break the silence again. To stop myself from looking at it and desiring it. “Getting out of the boat had to be the first.”
"Sonia, you have to relax when you dance with Taylor. Move your hips a little. Yeah, like... Okay, not that much."
“You should go practice with them,” Chris shakes his head. “Teach Sonia how to dance properly.”
"I don't want to humiliate her," he joked, stood up and did a little dance.
Chris went to some contemporary dance classes when we were kids.
"Believe me that's what you would do," he smiled as he watched their little dance. "You dance great."
"Do you remember when I asked you to that dance in eighth grade? I bet you're glad you got rid of that night” Why does he suddenly mention that?
"No, I would have loved it, I…” My voice slowly faded, hearing what I was saying. “It was better that you freed yourself, because... Well, I've seen my eighth grade photo. You've seen it too. Not at all pretty.”
He shook his head. “No, I wanted to go with you.”
And then the silence came again, that silence and I realized how close we were. How easy it was to sit with him. Smiling, he talked to him. And then I heard Anna laugh.
"I know, Chris is great. We've been together for almost two months," I heard Anna say.
"I better go, congratulations on being almost two months old, I remember the night they started dating and it's great, great!"
"Ada” He stood up, and I just left him alone in the room.
"See you later!" I went out to the terrace, I told Anna I had to go and I hugged her, then I drove home and told myself that all the things I had thought were just that. Things I only thought about and nothing more. But now, tonight has happened, and even though I know it's Anna's return, I still want it.
I didn't sleep much, alternating between excitement and terror, also half expecting Anna to come, I don't know what I would do if I knew. Would Chris have told him? I knew he wouldn't make it sound like I had kissed him, I wasn't that kind of guy, but how would you tell your girlfriend that you and her best friend had kissed in a way that didn't sound like it was?
I finally fell asleep after the sun came up, I was tired. The kiss almost looked like a dream now.
But it wasn't, it was real and it had happened. Anna came as I went downstairs to find Mom preparing her chocolate candies, and putting the food on a plate.
"What's wrong with you?" Anna asked me when I went to open the door. “You look terrible.”
"I'm just tired," I reply.
He was looking at me, it was making me shake inside. I knew it, she knew it.
"Well, can I come in?" I asked myself and then I realized that he was still blocking his way. I nodded.
I walk inside the house, sniffing the air.
"It smells like food," he mentioned with great happiness while clapping his hands, he ran towards the kitchen. "Hello," he greeted my mother.
"Look at you! I think you get prettier every day," my mother used to praise Anna a lot. "Do you want some candy?" He stretched out his arms offering him a sweet.
Anna took it and sat at the kitchen table.
"Where is the teacher?" I asked myself this time, I limited myself to pointing my head to the room, where I understood that he was there.
"What was Anna waiting for? Why is she acting so normal? ”
"How about?" She offered me the plate where she used to place the sweets she made herself.
"Great" she smiled at him as she broke one of the sweets and ate it. I shook my head scared and tense, I could feel the muscles in my legs shaking.
"Don't you think they need a little more green on the sides, maybe to enhance the sweets? Color is always good, Or maybe some orange in the base?” my mom continued talking.
How was I supposed to do this? How could she be old Ada, boring Ada when Anna knew it and stayed still for some reason?
I glance at Anna, but she was staring at the plate as if she was thinking about it now. I could not do it.
"It looks like something out of a cookbook," she smiled at my mom. "Really professional," she was excited, and went to show her sweets to dad.
Then Anna saw me again and then she finally spoke to me.
"Can we go upstairs?" I nodded, I could feel my stomach churning with guilt.
I followed her up with my vision lost in confusion and the sugar of the candy. In my room, Anna walked over to my bed and sat down to look at me.
"What's going on with Chris?" I was surprised. "No that's it" then I was confused between my thoughts and my words.
"What?" She wasn't supposed to say that.
"What's wrong with Chris?" She repeats. “He didn't say anything to me last night about being upset with me, or about his hair. But that's not a big problem. Have you talked to him these days?”
“Yes” I have to tell her then “Anna, I really have to tell you.”
"Well, at least you said something," he said and then stood up and began to move his hair. When she did it I noticed a mark on her neck, it was barely visible where her blouse ended.
"What's that?" He gave me a look that said.
"What do you mean?" like I couldn't see his neck, and of course Chris hadn't told him about the kiss.
He just returned to the party, saw her and realized how stupid he had been, then he kissed her and left that mark on her neck. Something that marked her as his property. Property of Chris.
"Well, you're a little weird." Anna touches the mark on her neck. "Shit," she walked over to the mirror in my room and looked at the mark on her neck. “I thought this shirt would cover it. Do you have something to cover it with?” I shook my head. "Your mom?"
"Maybe" she sat on my bed carefree "Why do you want to cover it? Chris doesn’t mind that.”
But thanks to Anna's silence can tell me that something was not right.
"Anna?"
"Don't say it, okay? I know it was something really stupid, but Mike…”
"Mike?" She looks at me through the mirror and then turns around, crossing her arms, still keeping her gaze on me.
"Yes," she says, "but we were just dancing." She began to move her hands, a sign that she is nervous. “He started telling me how beautiful I looked, he hugged me and then he told me "let's go outside, it's hot here" and then we... We were there for a while” his voice had become low and he spoke very quickly.
"Did you break up with Chris?" I had a big mess in my head, I couldn't understand anything.
"No!" shout.
My heart stopped, they didn't finish.
"No? But you were with Mike."
"I made sure Chris didn't see the mark, okay? I told him to take me home and that's why I couldn't talk because I had a terrible headache. And he doesn't have to know about Mike and I, you know? I don't want to break up with him. I like it a lot, Ada, but we haven't been... You know, we haven't done much...”
"Haven't you guys fucked?"
"Yes, and I don't understand why" I roll my eyes. “At first I thought it was good that he wasn't always trying to get us to do things like that. But we have only kissed” he sighed and sat next to me on the mattress. “I think I like it.”
"What do you want me to say?"
""You are the one who is always in love with boys who don't love you."
Ouch, it was true though. The truth hurts, but soon the truth would hurt her too.
"Well, every guy who likes you always likes you more," I admit, it was a painful truth, but I couldn't let myself cry right now. “The thing is, you haven't been around to notice, I'm too good to ignore it now and the rest…” It wasn't the time, she only had two boys, Anna had only been with one of them. Phillies.
Last year, I liked Phillies, he was new and from England, and he wrote great short stories and I hadn't seen Anna when we were talking and she came over. I could tell there was something about Anna that made him immune to her, and I liked being the girl she loved.
And then the homecoming thing happened. Phillies asked me if I could go to the dance with him and even though he thought everyone said they hated him because the homecoming dance was incredibly stupid, It was stupid and unbelievable because you had to buy a good dress while you saw guys dressed in different jeans and t-shirts. It was all glamorous, but somehow good, incredible.
I was excited, I had gone to buy the dress with Anna, and not something used because the boy I was going with was someone who had dumped her, so I bought something incredible. I didn't look as good as Anna, sure, she bought that short, tight, red dress that even the saleswoman said "Wow" when she came out of the dressing room, but I looked pretty.
Or at least I thought it looked good. Philis had said I looked good when he picked me up, and again when we were dancing in the over-decorated gym with the music the school had played.
I was coming back from the bathroom, I see the two of them alone in a corner of the gym talking. I could see Anna, that red dress completely caught anyone's attention. It was definitely her with the Phillies.
"You know you're the sexy girl here tonight," he watched as he ran his hands under her arms. "Say you'll dance with me."
I stood there, paralyzed, watching Anna smile at her.
"Sexy? Me? Since when? What about Adi?"
"She's not sexy," he replied, making my eyes start to sting. It didn't take long for the tears to come. I was wondering if anything he had told me was real, then he noticed my presence by turning to look at me. "Ada" but he didn't come close he just left there.
Anna instead approached me, worried? "Ada?" my name fell from his lips, as if it was his fault that Philis liked me, not me.
I looked at her even with my eyes crystallized by tears, she looked so beautiful, so much so that I hated her.
I really hated her, in the most intense way I could feel. I hate my best friend.
I just ran from there, but Anna came after me. I was furious with Phillies and even with Anna, as if it were her fault that she was more beautiful than me. She didn't force Philis to tell her those things...
"I shouldn't have agreed to talk to him," said Anna, who was walking behind me, giving me a short distance. “I'm really sorry, Adi. I thought he wanted to talk about you. He seemed to like you a lot.”
"I thought it was like that, but it seems like she likes you more” she turned to me to see her upset.
Anna began to cry, and through tears she told me, “I'm really very sorry, please don't be upset, please don't hate me.”
I hugged her and we walked together to my house. Dad and Mom took us back to the dance, and Anna and I stayed up for four hours talking about how stupid Phillies was. It hurt horribly when I saw it at school, but over time it hurt less.
The only other boy I had ever liked was Chris. Anna knew about this, but. She believed it was a primary school thing, a forgotten thing. I didn't even know if I remembered it, but I did. And I still liked it. And we kiss...
"Hello, Ada, are you listening to me?" Anna waved a hand in front of my face. "I didn't mean that how it sounded. I just don't know what to do with Chris, how to keep him with me. And then the Mike thing" she rolled her eyes.
I would never kiss anyone else if I kissed Chris.
I shake my head, trying to erase that thought, and then Mom knocks on the door.
"I just wanted to see if you two needed anything."
"We're fine," I reply seriously.
"Well, if you need anything let me know."
"I love your parents," Anna whispered. “I wish they were mine.”
I ignored his comment and focused on the mark on his neck. I tried not to think about how I had Chris and still looked at someone else. I tried not to think about how his mouth felt on mine.
"Hey, my mom is taking me to see my dad today," his voice was discouraged. "Do you want to go with me?" She had her gaze on the window, I noticed how she played with some strands of her hair.
"Sure, I'll accompany you" I sigh and give him a hug.
"It'll be fun," she murmured, but we both knew it wouldn't be like that.
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Hello!! I love Cass and Bucky so much! Could I request #21 from the injury prompt list?
“Please be okay. Please be okay, please be okay—”
Thank youuuu!!!💕💕
INJURY BLURB PROMPT ERA
a little bit of cass' pregnancy with the twins
tw: descriptions of pregnancy, discussions of miscarriage
Cass shifted uncomfortably in her chair for what felt like the hundredth time in the past five minutes. The briefing on strategic intentions in the Soviet Union not keeping her attention in the slightest.
"Is something wrong, Mrs. Egan?" She looked up at the sound of her supervisor and froze at the sight of all the eyes around the table looking in her direction.
"No, sir." Cass was acutely aware that she was the only woman in the room and none of them would understand, or care for that matter, that she was trying to navigate the uncomfortable reality of growing a baby. Especially one that seemed to already have the size of their father. Her fakest smile wormed its way across her face and she attempted to settle back into her chair and focus on the satellite images projected against the screen.
In reality, her hands spent the rest of the brief kneading at her belly in the hopes of inspiring the press of a foot or shift of a hand. It had been a little over a day since she had felt the movement of the little one nestled inside of her and she was beginning to feel anxiety creep up her back. John had been away on an overnight test flight or she would have mentioned it earlier and Cass was certain he would have had her at the hospital before she even finished expressing her concern.
Instead, she was keeping it to herself. Cass had already experienced one miscarriage by herself and she was not looking to repeat the experience. If she could just wait until John got home, he would fix everything and she would be able to sleep again.
"Ma'am, you have missed calls from the section chief, something about a former source in Moscow, and the assistant director sent his secretary down-"
"Mary?" Her assistant paused the list she was reading from her notepad as they both walked purposefully through the halls back to Cass' office. "Your cousin recently had a baby, didn't she?"
"Yes, ma'am. Just last month." Cass rested her hand on Mary's arm and pulled her off to the side of the hall.
"Did she ever express worry that her baby...had stopped moving?" Mary's eyes flickered to Cass' pregnant stomach and back up to her face.
"When's the last time you ate, Mrs. Egan? They say sometimes they just need a little sugar to get going again."
"I was only able to eat a couple bites of breakfast before I got pulled into meetings this morning." Mary nodded.
"I'll get you a Coca-Cola and see what the cafeteria has while you call the section chief?" She ripped the piece of paper with the phone number on it and handed it to Cass.
"Yes. That is a great plan, Mary, thank you." Cass squeezed her hand around Mary's as she took the phone number. "If John calls..."
"Not a word, ma'am. I promise."
"Mrs. Egan! Walk with me." Cass gave Mary another thankful squeeze before she was trotting down the hall to keep up with the man who had called her name. Mary sighed as she watched Cass, who she considered family at this point, and sent a quick prayer to the sky that baby Egan was merely sleepy and would quell all the worries in their mother's mind after some lunch. The little one was already so loved by so many people and Mary couldn't think of two people more deserving of this blessing than Cass and John.
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The lights were on in the kitchen and the upstairs bedroom suite when John arrived home after his two days away. He was grinning at the thought of seeing his wife again before he even made it to the front door, one night away from their bed on the border of how much he could handle. And not to mention the way he had lost sleep over missing the nightly conversations he had with their little one. Only three more months and he would be able to hold them and kiss them and feel the softness of their cheeks under his finger.
"Cass? Baby?" he called as he closed the door behind him. "Butter?" It was rare that she didn't greet him as soon as he walked through the door if she was home before him and wherever she went, Butter followed. John felt something settle in his stomach.
"Lieutenant Colonel Egan! A pleasure to have you back. How was your trip?" Alice, their housekeeper, came out from the kitchen and reached to take his bag from him.
"It was fine, Alice, thank you for asking. Is my missus around?"
"Her and Sir Butter were taking a bath." John smiled at the nickname and nodded his thanks before heading up the stairs. Her clothes were scattered around the bedroom floor, a few of Butter's toys discarded along with them, the sound of his wife crying sneaking out from under the bathroom door.
John knocked gently before calling her name and opening the door. Butter was licking tears from her cheeks as she held onto him tightly, the dog only sparing John a glance before he was back to comforting his mother.
"Hey, baby," he said softly as he moved to kneel next to her, "what happened?"
"I messed up. I messed up and I'm so sorry." Cass inhaled shakily as she buried her nose in the fur by Butter's collar and he whimpered as if to ask John for help to fix her sadness.
"Ok. Ok, well, tell me what happened and we can fix it. I'll fix it, baby, whatever happened, I'll fix it." He stroked his fingers down her cheek and ached to pull her into his arms.
"I haven't felt the baby move since you left. And I've tried everything. I've asked everyone what to do and I've followed their advice and nothing has worked." He moved his fingers to twine around hers, holding his eyes steady so the fear in them would hopefully stay locked away. She needed him to be strong and steady. His emotions could wait. "And I've already felt this way all alone before and I couldn't...I couldn't..."
John didn't care as he stepped into the bathtub, uniform and all, and pulled her and Butter against his chest. Cass wrapped one arm around him, the other still around her fur baby, and sobbed into his chest.
"Have you...has there been any blood? Any other symptoms?" Like before? Is what he was really asking.
"No. Just a black hole in my chest." Butter whined and dipped his nose under the water to nudge at her belly.
"He's saying his little brother or sister is still in there. And you're always telling me he's the smartest dog in the world, right? Butter would know." John bit the inside of his cheek as he felt a familiar stinging behind his eyes. "Spook, let's dry off and go to the hospital. Just to check and make sure everything is alright." She nodded against his chest.
"Butter's coming too," she stated with a kiss to his nose.
And when the nurses looked at him with confusion as he hopped onto Cass' hospital bed and rested his head on her belly, looking at her with adoration, none of the Egans could have cared less.
"The Doctor will be right with you, Mr. and Mrs. Egan." John's smile was tight as he stood from the chair and paced with his hands on his hips.
"You'd think they'd show a little urgency," he griped as he peered out the door every few steps. It wasn't like his entire fucking world was hinging on the outcome of this visit. He looked over at his wife who was slowly petting Butter with one hand, the other resting loosely on top of her belly.
"No matter what, we'll be ok?" He was at her side in a breath, her hand to his lips and his own palm resting where their baby was.
"Oh, Cass, you're my love. We'll always be ok as long as we have each other." There was a knock at the door, Cass unable to speak as John greeted him and explained what had brought them here tonight.
She held her breath and squeezed her husband's hand as the doctor pressed his stethoscope to her stomach, frowning as he moved it around and pressed again.
"Please be okay. Please be okay, please be okay," she whispered as she felt John's hand grow clammy with every passing second. Butter looked ready to bite the doctor if he didn't produce good news.
'Would you like to hear your baby's heartbeat, Mr. Egan?"
"Does that mean...?" Her voice trailed off.
"They sound strong and healthy, Mrs. Egan. Nothing to worry about. Might just be a little cramped in there is all." John chuckled and took the stethoscope that was offered to him, grinning like a school boy on Christmas morning when he heard the steady thumping of his child.
"They sound like Egans," he laughed as Cass let tears of relief drift down her face.
"You were right, my baby," she cooed as she scratched behind Butter's ears. She kissed between his eyes and he licked her nose in return. "I'm sorry for scaring you, Johnny." He squeezed himself next to her as the doctor left to get their paperwork.
"Hey, we knew being parents was never going to be easy. Our baby is just putting us through our paces a little early."
"Yeah. But it will be so fucking worth it to hold them in three months." She closed her eyes against his chest. "I still like the name Gale."
"I told you. We're having a girl." Cass scrunched her nose.
"I'm their mother. It's a boy."
Butter tilted his head. Did they not know there were two?
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@zendersenders @galaxynajma as promised... This story sucks so bad, u two are free to ignore it...
Warning: Not an x Yn one. This is a purely Isagi x Ness story that I wrote for the giggles. No other warnings in particular... Well, Ness' father is here, so that could be a warning!
⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️
"Alexis! Are you listening to me?!" The magenta-eyed boy flinched as he looked away from his books and back at his dad.
"I... No." The 11-year-old admitted and looked down when he heard his brother and sister laughing while his dad just sighed and fixed his glasses.
"Stop reading those stupid fairytales and start studying. No child of mine will be a failure in science."
"But this book talks about a wizard who-"
"I don't care, Alexis. Put it away."
The little boy sighed sadly and closed the book, not wanting to argue or make his father angrier with him. This wasn't fair in his opinion. Was it that wrong for him to have different interests? He hated science, he hated all these boring books, he wanted to practice his spells and read the books he wanted.
'When will this be over?' Ness yawned as his father explained some random formula to his siblings. Ness, bored as usual looked outside the window and into the garden of the new neighbors. Nothing notable at first, it looked like a normal garden until the boy found a smaller figure kicking a football around.
'Huh? Who is he?' Ness blinked in surprise as he observed the boy, who appeared to be a little younger than he is. Black/bluish hair and East Asian features were the first things that stuck out to him. He rarely saw people who weren't German in his neighborhood.
'I wonder if he made any friends-'
"Alexis!!"
The boy flinched and looked at his agitated father.
"Sorry! I am sorry!" He quickly apologized, glancing at the boy one more time.
'I wonder if he would be my friend. But, I am weird, so I don't expect him to want to be my friend.'
A few days later...
Ness was finally free from those exhausting lessons and decided to practice his spells in the garden.
"Finally!" The boy grinned as he finished making his circle and grabbed his spell book again.
"I wonder if there is a spell that could help me get a friend. Just one friend." Ness' smile faltered a little when he remembered the insults his siblings threw at him hours prior.
"Useless."
"Stupid Alexis."
"You are so weird with those spell books! Grow up!"
"Mom and dad will kick you out if you continue being an oddball."
The insults played out in Ness' head, and he tried to ignore them as best as possible, he tried to drown them out, but nothing worked. He didn't want them to be right, but there was mo denying that he was the oddball of the three, the loner, the least favorite-
"Watch out!"
In surprise, Ness looked at the direction the voice came from only to end up getting hit with a football on the forehead. The boy squealed and stumbled back on the ground, rubbing his forehead while wincing.
"I am so sorry! I usually watch where I kick it."
Ness kept his eyes closed, massaging the sore spot on the forehead, but he did hear some weird shuffling.
"Did I hurt you too much? I am sorry! Please don't be mad."
"It's fine. I should have watched-" Ness cut himself off as he opened his eyes, only to be met with blue ones, the shade that reminded him of the ocean. His eyes widened a little as he looked at the boy's face, his cheeks feeling unusually warm.
'Cute...' Ness felt the air getting stuck in his throat as he kept his focus on the boy, who was confused by the behavior.
"Are you sure you are ok? Did I hurt you?"
The boy voiced out his concerns again, shaking Ness put of his thoughts.
"I am fine! I mean... No, you didn't hurt me. I was just surprised for a moment." The boy smiled and got up from the ground, watching as the shorter let out a sigh of relief.
"I am happy to hear that! I am sorry again, I didn't mean to kick the ball that hard." The boy smiles sheepishly, causing Ness to feel a weird warmth for a moment.
"It's fine, you didn't hurt me. Say, are you our new neighbors?"
"Yes! My dad moved us here from Stuttgart because of a job he has to finish."
"Stuttgart? That's far away from here..." Ness mused as the boy went to get his football.
"It is! The ride here was so boring. But, at least we are here now. I will leave you alone now-"
"No!" Ness quickly yelled, which caused the boy to flinch away, something Ness noticed and quickly covered his mouth.
'Stupid!' He scolded himself.
"I mean, want to play with me?" The magenta-eyed boy spoke up more softly now as the boy blinked up at him for a moment.
"You want to play with me?"
"Yeah, I do. It can be quite boring when you are alone, so let's play together instead. I don't know much about football, but I am a fasr learner." Ness said in a hopeful manner, hoping the boy will agree to stay with him instead of leaving. The blue-eyed boy pouted and thought about it for a moment before smiling and putting the football away.
"It's fine! We can play whatever you were playing! I don't mind. What were you doing?"
Ness hesitate for a moment, he knew his interests were weird for his peers. Who is to say this boy won't laugh at him like the rest? But, he oddly enough trusted the boy not to laugh at him.
"I wanted to practice some spells." The boy blushed in embarrassment as the other's eyes slowly widened in surprise.
"Spells?! Are you a wizard?!" The grin on the smaller's face surprised Ness, it wasn't the mocking one he expected, but this one was more genuine.
"I am training to become one." Ness said back in a prideful manner as the boy let out a small gasp.
"Can you teach me some?!"
Ness pretended to think for a moment, masking the excitement he was feeling as best as possible.
"Well, I can teach you some. But, you need to listen to instructions, carefully."
"Of course! Ph, by the way, I am Isagi Yoichi."
"Alexis Ness." The boy smiles back, feeling a unfamiliar amount of happiness rush through his body.
'I finally found someone who I could call my friend in the future.'
And friends they in fact did become! Due to Ness' more adventurous and kind exterior, and Isagi's patient and friendly attitudes the two quickly became close, playing nearly every day in the garden. Ness was delighted with the fact that Isagi was ready to listen to his rambling about magic and the recent stories he found, going as far as asking Ness to read them for him. Isagi, surprisingly enough stood up for Ness a few times when his siblings would try to tease him. This was something the boy appreciated a lot, it didn't happen often, after all.
'Yoichi... he is so kind and patient with me, especially when he teaches me football. He is so cute!' Ness blushed as he stared at the ceiling of his bedroom. It was night time, and instead of sleeping, Ness laid in his bed as his mind kept wandering off to the blue-eyed boy. Over the the past few months Alexis grew to really, really like the younger boy. He couldn't explain it very well, but the excitement he felt around Isagi wasn't one he would feel even around his books. It was a welcoming change.
'I wonder what we will do tomorrow. It is Saturday, after all. Maybe he will talk about another match he watched, or that Noel Noa guy.' Ness giggled a little as he thought of it. As much as football wasn't his thing, he liked how much happiness it brought to Isagi, and it was the thing that brought them together.
'I can't wait for tomorrow.'
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"I am leaving, Alexis." And just with those words, Ness felt his world slowly crumble and disappear as he looked at the upset Isagi. Ness stood there frozen for a moment, then slowly started pinching his arm until he winced in pain, sometimes Isagi quickly took notice of.
"Hey! Stop!" The boy yelled, removing his hand.
"What.. what do you mean you are leaving?" Ness gulped, his lips quivering a little as he waited for an answer.
"My dad finished his work here in Germany, so we are moving back to Japan."
"Japan! But that's even further than Stuttgart! You can't just leave!" Ness tried to argue as a few tears escaped his eyes.
"I don't want to, but I can't stay here alone."
"Then come live with me! You can sleep in my bed!" Ness pouted as Isagi sobbed a little.
"But, I will miss mom and dad!"
'This wasn't supposed to happen! We were supposed to have a fun day. Why does everyone end up leaving me? I don't want Yoichi to leave me. He is my only friend, the only one who ever cared for me.' Ness started crying and pulled the shorter boy into a hug.
"I don't want to leave." Isagi kept repeating as he started crying as well.
"I am... sure we will meet each other one day." Ness spoke up after a while of crying, trying to cheer the boy up. He didn't like seeing Isagi cry, it made him sadder.
"You think so?" Isagi looked up at him hopefully, a look to which Ness couldn't say no to.
"Of course."
"Will your magic bring us together?"
"I sure hope it will..."
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Years later,
NEL arc...
"Isagi, you picked Bastard as well?" The blue-eyed boy smiled as he saw Yukimiya and walked up to him along with Hiori.
"Yes! I heard Noel Noa is coaching this team so I picked it. That and there was something telling me to pick this team." The boy's words caused the other two to look at him in confusion, which only intensified when they saw the odd smile on the boy's face.
'I wonder what else brought me here... It's so weird, as if I was pulled towards this team. Oh well, whatever it was isn't important, I am here now. I wonder if he will be watching this whole League.' Isagi blushed a little as he looked at one of the cameras in the corner. Even with all the years that have passed, Isagi couldn't get the memories of Ness and the times he spend with him out of his head. Although it was a short amount of time, it was one Isagi cherished the most. He was very lonely back then, and as much as his parents were there for him, he missed having real friends. Then, Ness came along and pretty much washed all the sadness and loneliness away with his friendliness and interests. Isagi never forgot him, and he is sure he never will.
'I hope he remembers me when he sees me on the TV! Maybe... Maybe when I leave this place I could finally visit his old family home. I hope he is still there. Alexis...' Isagi sighed with a small smile and bright blush, surprising both Yukimiya and Hiori.
"Isagi, are you ok?"
"You aren't getting a fever, right?"
The boy shook his head at the questions, feeling a little guilty that they were worried. Bu, before he could say anything a voice in front of them interrupted him.
"Yoichi, it's nice to see you again."
"Huh?" The trio looked at the boy in front of them in surprise.
'This... this can't be...' Isagi stared as the figure in front of him for a moment, flabbergasted as much as the other two were.
"Did he just call Isagi as Yoichi?"
"I think so. Is this translator thing broken?"
Isagi ignored them as a blush and smile spread across his face while he moved closer to Ness.
"Alexis! I... I didn't expect to... Since when are you into football?"
Ness laughed a little, trying to ignore the increased beating of his heart as he grabbed Isagi's hand.
"Well, I realized magic alone wasn't going to reunite us. I am happy to see you again."
"I-I am too."
The two smiled at each other as both the Blue lockers and Bastard München players stared at the pair in surprise and confusion.
#bllk#blue lock anime#blue lock manga#blue lock#blue lock scenarios#isagi yoichi#bllk isagi#blue lock isagi#alexis ness#bllk ness#isaness#isagi x ness#isagi yoichi x alexis ness#blue lock ships
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feel better
summary: nick has a long day, so you help him feel better
tw: nsfw
i hear nicks voice message as i walk into my room. my hair damp from my shower, i sigh as i hear that he is having a rough day, today he comes to have a sleepover and i wanted to have a nice time with him, we still can, but i hate it when he comes grumpy, it makes me feel a bit sad that i cant always help him.
i send a message trying to comfort him and reasure him that it will be fine, that he just has to wait a few hours more and we can cuddle in front of my tv while he tells me all about his (in his words) annoying lame brothers.
i clean up my room a bit as i wait for him to come home. he said he was on his way, so i quickly changed clothes and sat in my livingroom waiting for the knock on my door, i look down at my phone and open tiktok, i scroll pass some funny videos and some romantic/cute couple videos, i see some slides that read "when he is having a bad day, so i suck it away" i snorted at this, amazed by the peoples unhinged comments about their partners and how they will do this or how they want their partner to do this.... wait, my boyfriend is having a bad day, should i-.
KNOCK KNOCK.
i shake the thought away as i stand up, i hear some keys moving and the door opens, he used the spare key i gave him a long time ago.
"honey." i say as i walk to him as hug him tightly, his tired eyes looking at mine as i kiss his lips softly.
"hi." he whispers. we stand there a long time, his face buried in the crook of my neck, i hear him hum and sigh against my skin.
"lets go lay down on my room." nick doesn't reply, he just hums. i pull our of the hug, but he grabs my hand snd walks closely to me as i close and lock the door, then on the kitchen i pour a glass of water for him, his hand still on mine, and when we were walking to my room he was practicaly glued to me, his chest against my back as we made it to my bed.
"wanna tell me about your day?" i ask as i sit make him sit on the edge of the bed.
"hm, bot really. just the usual fights with matt anc chris, just that today they decided to be more annoying than usual, dumb kids." he rolls his eyes, i walk closer to him and his large arms wrap around my waist.
"maybe i can help to make you feel better."
"yeah? how will you do that?" he smiles weakly and looks up at me. i rub his shoulders and smile at him.
"maybe... i can eat you out." i see his cheeks burn up a bit, mine do too. even when we have been together for a long time and have done all kinds of things with eachother, we always get flustered when initiating intimate things.
"i- shit. how can i say no to that." i kiss his check and then go down on my knees in front of him, he looks down at me and grins.
"i'll make you feel better, i promise." i say as i start to feel his bulge over the thick fabric of his pants. he shuts down a moan.
"im sure you will." i feel his dick get harder from my touch, nick rolls and buckles his hips a bit as he tries to get mote pleasure.
"just relax, let me do the job." i unbuckle his jeans and with his help i push them down. his boxers have a wet spot right were his tip lays against the fabric, he seems a bit embarrased about it. "aww, such a messy boy." i see his face get red and he looks away. "its okay, baby, i know you needed this." i grab his lenght over the fabric and i rub my thumb against the wet spot, his sensitive cock twitching all over.
"fuck, need ylur mouth, please." he whines.
"who am i to say no to my pretty boy?" i play with the hem of his boxer a bit, pulling the elastic band and letting go of it so it slaps against his skin. i slide them down just enough for his lenght to stand up in front of me. white drop rolling down his lenght, i give lick and kisses to his head, my hand grabbing the base of his dick and my other hand playing with his half clothes balls.
i push it inside my mouth, at first slowly and teasing him a bit, he throws his head about, his mouth opens and lets out pretty moans and deep groans. my head moves up and down, every time deeper and faster, sloppy just like he loves it. now the room is filled with wet noises and nicks moans, praises and "i love you"s scaping his mouth.
his hips buckle and his legs tremble, his breath is uneven and one of his hands push down on my head making me gag. tears pooling in my face, his dick twitching and pulsing inside of me. i hear him cry out that he is close. i keep moving with his helps and when i least expect it i feel the warm liquid hit my throat. i pull away and cough a little, then i swallow, his taste all over my tongue, i get up and sit on his lap, his head resting on my chest as he tries to catch his breath.
"did you liked it." i ask and he nods.
"loved it."
"im glad." i kiss his forehead and move the little hairs sticking to his forehead out of the way.
"shit, thanks, it was amazing." he buries his head into me and rubs his cheek against my chest.
"im glad you enjoyed. lets go get you cleanned up."
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#nick sturniolo x reader#nick sturniolo x you#nick sturniolo x male reader#sturniolo triplets x reader#nick sturniolo smut
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So I decided to spin the wheel by @onefey since I saw so many mutuals getting really cute PMD Teams.
Meet hero Lucky (Girafarig) and partner Biggs (Wimpod). Never in my life have I considered a Girafarig as my potential PMD-sona but here we are despite it all. Even though I was skeptical at first I am now in permanent love.
Gotta think of an Exploration Team name now... hm.
#tagging you per request onefey#what a fun little thing you did thanks for giving me an excuse to doodle#i'm enlightened now i'm a changed person#i've always been kinda “eh” about girafarig especially the shiny but now i think i might genuinely love them#also i'm very average height so the idea of evolving into something tall like farigiraf is hilarious to me#and wimpod... my beloved#i could not have gotten a better partner i love golisopod so much#to all my mutuals out there... if you're reading this i am alive but only barely#i have not forgotten you guys and i think about you daily despite disappearing off the face of the earth#been pushing myself to try and be online again but things have been rough#to anyone that has sent me discord messages that i haven't replied too--#--i promise i read them and they made me smile#i'll try to talk to you guys soon! <3
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got through another church service :) (people wouldn't stop touching me without asking) (got guilt tripped abt not coming around anymore twice) (extremely aware i was being watched and judged the whole time) (everyone only seems to remember my brothers accomplishments) (they still fucking do gendered call and responses in 2023)
#but fuck it! i got through it#the guilt tripping doesnt work anymore anyway so i just kinda. roll w it#theyll be like 'wow its been such a Long Time... we miss you...' and then hit me with the boomer stare. jokes on you bc i just smile + nod#now were both staring at each other in silence and you made it awkward. who feels guilty now pamela#levi.txt#seriously tho im so fucking tense my shoulders hurt. i hate how everyone feels the right to fucking touch me at church so much#i KNOW you want to say hi and thats fine just PLEASE dont come up behind me and clap your hands on my shoulders#i will gladly shake your hand or whatever. you dont need to physically grab me we can be normal abt this i promise#unfortunately i have a really bad freeze response so i usually cant manage 'please dont do that' or 'stop' if startled#and the womens/mens call and responses? how are we still. doing that#idk i didnt expect them to be trans affirming all of a sudden or whatever ik theyre transphobic im just. ugh. bad surprise#and watching people try to 'subtly' look and see which lines im reading or why i sound Like That. it makes me feel like a zoo animal#i forget how much church is an anxiety trigger for me. fuck#glad its over. i only have to go on christmas eve and easter while im living at home and thats fair enough for me
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I love Yesterday's Promise.
I refresh my email often every Friday to see when the update has dropped.
I love what you put them though lol
Ahh thank you so much <33
#sometimes I feel bad for putting them through hell#but then I remember that people like reading that#so more pain it is!!#i mean uhh what nooo i didn't say that#there’s definitelyyy not more angst coming up#yesterday’s promise#thank you this made me smile <3
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Hi!!! We're mutuals and I just wanna say I love reading your thoughts in the tags. Uhhhh that's all! I hope you have a great day! -🥰
aaaahhhhh thank you so much!!! i truly forget that other people can read them so anytime someone talks about my tag rambles it has me all shocked pikachu tbh
i just have a lot to say but usually it's not anything i think would truly ~add to a post so in the tags it goes !! they're mostly just for me so i don't forget how a thing makes me feel or a funny idea. and i'm not a good enough writer to write an actual fleshed out fic so writing little overviews and ideas and blurbs in the tags has been a really fun way for me to get those ideas out if that makes sense? like i don't really write scenes or dialogue but i can FOR SURE do a quick little funny outline of a situation!!! or a teeny tiny little scene that would honestly be silly to post anywhere else !!! or even just rambles about kevin's days fragile psyche, poor guy
but maybe now that i'm ~aware that people read my tag rambles i'll actually double check my spelling and grammar lol
but also if you ever wanna post my tags on a rb you're more than welcome!!! just tag me in it lmao
i also love when people put <prev tags !!! it's so fun for me when people actually like my silly little ramblings!!! i'm also down to talk about literally anything ever so send me a message if you ever wanna chat !!! anon or not i love making friends!!!
thank you again for brightening up my morning!! i hope you have a great day!!!!
#this really made me so happy !!!!!#this was the first thing i saw when i woke up and i'm smiling so big y'all have no idea#like when i say i don't expect people to read my tags that's not a humblebrag#sometimes i even forget what i wrote so if someone puts '< prev tags' i have to go back and read what unhinged thing i wrote this time#i truly do not remember !!!#i might go back and tag my rambles as 'tag rambles' when i have time so i can keep track of them better tho#that way they won't end up lost in the void of this 13 YEAR OLD BLOG#... how did this also turn into a tag ramble i am a parody of myself 🤪✌🏼#god i really am a verbose motherfucker huh#i will NEVER get to the point and that's a promise 🫡#ANYWAY thank you again anon you made me so happy!!!#tag rambles#ask#anon
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Tattoo
masterlist ko-fi ao3
Tattoo Artist! Bucky Barnes x Bookshop Owner!Reader
Summary: When Natasha begged you to come with her to get her new tattoo done, you didn't expect that her actual plan would be to set you up with a fine-as-hell tattoo artist.
Word count: 5.8k
Warnings: +18❗️smut, p in v sex, oral sex (r receiving), protected sex, dirty talk, strangers to lovers, Bucky is hot as fuck, shy and socially awkward reader, insecurities.
Author's note: sooo, it took me forever to write, but I finally finished it and I'm kind of proud of this one. Bucky with tattoos and a low bun? yup, I'm totally ready to do whatever he desires! I hope y'all will like it too. feel free to leave comments or fic ideas💘
“I’m going to be there almost for a whole day. I love those idiots, but I still need my best friend to cheer me up." Natasha threw her hand over your shoulders, trying to convince you to go with her on a tattoo session. It was not her first time, but now she wanted to get a much bigger one on her thigh, and, for some reason, she really wanted you to go with her, using the fact that it was your day off.
“Nat, you know that I hate going to such places. I’m socially awkward; what am I gonna do there for so long? I don’t even know those people.” You frowned, already feeling a bundle of nerves in your stomach.
You were what others may call boring, but you rarely went to unknown places or hung out with random people. You would rather stay with a book in your apartment and read for a whole day than get into such situations. Not to mention, that tattoo salon was full of men, and it made the whole situation even worse.
“But you’re going to be with me. They are the nice guys, I promise. You will sit with us in the room; we can talk, or you can read another book, while Barnes will do my tattoo. I just don’t want to die of boredom there. Please?” She pulled you even closer, and you knew that she wouldn’t let that go. So you had no other choice but to agree.
You didn’t know what you were thinking when you decided that wearing a light, flowy dress would be a good idea. Because now, following Nat out of her car to that tattoo studio, it felt too short, too open, and just too much. You tried to calm down, thinking to yourself that there was nothing serious; you were just going to wait in the corner, and other people probably wouldn’t even pay attention or talk to you. Natasha, with her boldness and openness, was always the center, and you were totally fine with that.
But you were so wrong.
As soon as you walked inside, four men stopped talking, turning around to face you and Nat, and you honestly thought that you were going to faint.
“Hey, guys. Hope you don’t mind that I brought my friend. So I do not have to listen to your boring asses complain all day." She teased, dragging you by the hand like a mom who tried to encourage her kid to talk. You were round-eyed, and a wave of heat washed over your body when you were face-to-face with a blonde and big guy. But before either of you could say or do something, a person who you didn’t recognise at first stepped in, pulling you into a hug.
“Isn’t it my favorite book girly ever? How are you doin’?” Sam’s enthusiasm and energy were always so refreshing to you, so when he quickly pulled away, instead wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pushing you further into a studio, you tried to stay calm and not freak out.
"I didn't know that you were working here. How’s Sarah?” You asked, looking up at him.
“Yup, for a few years. She is doing great, but AJ and Cass are a pain in the ass. They are growing too quickly, you know." He chuckled. “Now, say hi to those idiots.” He moved his head toward the men who were silently observing your interaction. “Tony, Steve, and Bucky.” Sam named them in order. Tony just nodded to you, Steve smiled with the friendliest smile you had ever seen, and Bucky...
Your head became empty as soon as your eyes landed on him for the first time. He was leaning on the wall at the back of the room, so you didn’t pay much attention to him at first. He was hot. Unbelievebly hot. He was tall and muscular, with a low bun at the back of his head and tattoos covering the visible parts of his arms and neck. And as your gaze moved to his face, you almost choked on a fucking breath.
Piercing blue eyes looked right directly at you, and the slightest smirk curled the corner of his lips. You didn’t know whether you felt too cold, too hot, or if you just wanted to vanish right on the spot. Your face heated, your eyes started running around the room, and your heart was beating a few times faster. It was overwhelming, and you thought that you would have to go out of there, but right on time, Natasha stepped in front of you, dragging all attention to herself.
Bucky had to admit that once in his life, Sam was right. Sam tried to convince Bucky to go to that book shop for a few months, saying that he had to meet with the girl who worked there, but he was way too stubborn.
He would have done it a long time ago if he knew you would look like the most precious, cute, and sweet person. Bucky could not take his gaze away from you as soon as Natasha dragged you inside, absorbing everything—from the way you looked so soft and pretty in that dress to the way you blushed and were nervous about the whole thing.
He saw your reaction—how you became even more flushed after your intense stares at each other. Bucky was never the type of guy who liked to tease you, but Goddammit, he wanted to see how you would react if he stepped closer and talked to you. He also wasn’t creepy towards women, but the only thought that came to his mind was that he wanted to taste you. The desire to shove your back into the wall, lift up the skirt of your dress, and fall to his knees was shocking; he had never felt such an instant pull toward another person.
“Barnes, are we going to start, or you’re planning on standing and staring for a whole day?” Natasha crossed her arms over her chest as if she were annoyed, but you thought that you heard something weird in her voice, as if she held back a smile.
And then she quickly looked back at Sam and nodded with a smirk.
You just followed Nat and Bucky to his own part of the studio. Too lost in your head because of your friend’s weird behavior, you sat down on the sofa in the corner, and the next thing you noticed was the tall figure leaning above you. You probably got carried away to much because now there was a cup of tea standing in front of you on the table.
You looked up, only to meet those pretty blue eyes again. Bucky looked down at you with the same smirk on his lips, and you could barely form a normal thought in your head.
“Hope you don’t mind a hot tea, princess?” Yup, you were dead. Of course, he had to have the sexiest voice you have ever heard in your life. It was not enough for him to be charming or look like a fucking sin—he also had to sound hot.
“Thank you.” You almost whispered.
Bucky gave you another mysterious smile before going back to his place, where Nat was already without her pants and ready to start.
You and Nat were talking for the next few hours—well, she was mostly talking about a girl named Maria that she met not so long ago, and you were nodding, listening, and sipping your tea. That way, you almost forgot about Bucky sitting in the room with you because he was too focused on his job and didn’t even look away from the tattoo.
To be honest, you accidentally looked at him one or two times because it was hard not to notice a few curls slipping out of his bun, or the way his tattooed and veiny arms seemed so sexy, or that perfect face profile... Fuck. But everything was good until Nat suddenly asked him to stop for a few minutes.
“I really need to pee, Barnes.” She quickly jumped out of her place, winking at you as she walked away.
“Natasha…” You hissed at her when she left you and Bucky alone in the room, your insides already shivering with nerves. She was fucking doing it on purpose. You were sure that everything here was her plan to set you up with Bucky because she had never left you anywhere alone, knowing your nervousness.
“Are you afraid to stay with me alone?” Bucky chuckled, stretching his neck from an uncomfortable position. Your cheeks heated, and you unconsciously started scratching the surface of your phone case. He was charming. He obviously knew that, judging by the way he acted to tease you. When his question was left without an answer, he just shook his head, smiling to himself. “I didn’t know that Nat was dating girls.”
Bucky was desperately trying to make you talk. He saw how you looked at your friend when she left you alone with him, and knowing Nat, she would not have done it if you were truly afraid of him. So he was hoping that you were just too shy to talk to him and that he could make something out of it.
“Mhm. What, you hoped to have a chance with her?” You finally looked up, and you couldn’t hide the disappointment in your voice. Of course, Bucky was just trying to hit on your friend. Everyone tried. And you knew that she was so pretty and an amazing person, really, but you just wanted to experience it yourself at least once.
“With Nat?” Bucky almost laughed, genuinely taken aback by your response. “Nah, she’s cool, but not my type.”
“And who is your type?” You asked before you could even think about it.
"You know, those cute and shy girls who can barely talk to anyone and easily blush or get nervous." You froze in your place, and you swore that the blood in your veins had done the same. Your eyes widened in shock, looking at the proudly smirking Bucky. Did he really mean that, or was it just a stupid joke?
Natasha came into the room, curiously looking between you two, but you just stayed silent and looked away again, staying even quieter until the end of the session.
“Why did you do that?” You frowned, looking away from Nat and crossing your arms over your chest. As soon as she was done, you almost ran out of that place, the mixture of weird feelings bubbling inside of you, and you were too frustrated to even talk to someone there.
“Did what?” Your head snapped back at her innocent, unbothered voice. She rolled her eyes, not looking away from the road. “I did that because I love you.”
“And I love you too, but I hate that you and Sam put me in this position!”
“I’m sorry if we made you uncomfortable. Don’t be mad at what I’m about to say, but I know that you feel lonely and that you want to have someone or to date someone. I understand your anxiety; I really do, but I wanted to help you.” Her voice sounded so genuine, and even if you were mad, you knew that Nat had always tried to do what was best for you. “Bucky is a good guy. He’s attractive, he’s kind, he’s funny, and he's definitely not a player. I just wanted you to meet him, and from what I saw, there was a sparkle between you.”
You didn’t say anything to that, because she was totally right. Even if you had never said that out loud, you wanted someone to like you. Was it that much to ask? It was just hard to believe that someone as attractive as Bucky, who could easily get a good handful of women whenever he wanted to, had actually flirted with you.
The next day, when you finally returned to your favorite place in the world, it was crazy. For some reason, too many people came to the bookshop, and almost everyone needed your advice or help. You were running around the shelves, putting the books in their places, receiving the payment, and then welcoming new customers. So when, at 9 p.m., you put the sign ‘closed’ on the door, you felt the relief that the day was almost over.
You still had a lot to do, though. Taking the pile of books from the front table, you went to the back room, where you stored some of them. Suddenly, you heard the bell ringing and heavy footsteps on the wooden floor.
“I’m sorry, but we are already closed. Please come tomor—” You forgot what you wanted to say when you looked out of the room into the main part of the store and saw the last person you ever expected.
“Hey, princess.” Bucky put his hands into the front pockets, which made him seem even bigger, and smiled at you in a way that made your knees weak. He looked similar to what you saw yesterday—a low bun, black jeans, and a shirt that revealed some of his tattoos. God, his tattoos made you imagine things that were too inappropriate to say out loud. “Sorry that I came so late, but I just got off work, and I really wanted to see the place Sam has been bugging me about for weeks.” He noticed how you were looking at him again, but he decided not to tease you about it.
“Um, hi.” You dusted off your hands and fixed the bottom part of your dress to make sure that everything was in it’s place. Bucky couldn’t help but follow your hands, staring at the way the hem of your dress moved around your thighs. “Do you need something? Like a book? Or you came just to get rid of Sam?”
“Yeah, maybe a fantasy book or something like that.”
“I can show you where we have it, but I, um, need to finish the work here, so it would be great if you'd find a book that you like by yourself. Is that okay?” His stare was intense, and you really didn’t know what to do with this. Was he always like that with women? But Nat said that he wasn’t a player, and you trusted her more than yourself.
“Totally.” You nodded, calmed down your nerves as much as you could to not embarrass yourself in front of him, and you showed the way to the shelves at the back of the shop.
“Take as much time as you need; I’ll go... there.” You pointed behind you to the piles of books, and Bucky chuckled at the way you were nervous around him. That was so fucking cute that he wanted to just scoop you up in his arms and make you blush again and again.
Almost ten minutes later, you showed up again with a few books in your hands that were from the fantasy section, and as much as you wanted to escape Bucky, you also wanted to finish your job. He just quickly looked at you, too interested in the book in his hands, but didn’t say anything.
You tried to reach the highest shelf to put the book in it’s place, but it was too far away. Usually you used a small ladder, but it was somewhere else now, and you just tried to do it standing on the tiptoes.
“Let me do it, princess.” Bucky chuckled, closing his book and putting it down, and reached out to help you.
“No!”
“You won’t reach it. Just give it to me.” He placed his hand on your back, stretching the other one.
“I can do it myself!”
You couldn’t. Because the next thing you know, the book slipped out of your hand when you tried to make more distance between you and Bucky, and you also lost control of the ones you held near your chest. Everything fell onto the floor with a loud ‘boom’ and you prayed that nothing got damaged.
Your head snapped back to say to Bucky that it was his fault, but he was already looking down at you, and you immediately forgot about everything. Only then did you realize that he was so close to you; his hand was holding your waist, and your back was almost pressed against his hard chest.
“Sorry.” He didn’t know what he was sorry for. That he distracted you and made you drop everything, or for what he did next. After his eyes quickly looked at your plump lips, his right hand fell onto your cheek, and he kissed you.
Your instant thought was to push him away, run, and hide in the storage room, but the firm hand on your face and waist made it impossible to move. Bucky almost devoured your mouth and completely controlled you, and you could barely keep up with the rhythm of the kiss.
He was good at it.
No one ever kissed you as if it were the best thing they'd ever tried, but Bucky just couldn’t stop. He spined your body, so you were not in that awkward and uncomfortable position anymore. Now that you were standing chest to chest, your back got pressed into the shelves, and Bucky was towering over you. It felt unknown but so right at the same time. Your experience in this area was really poor, but the adrenalin in your blood made you a little bit more sure of yourself.
“You’re doing something to me.” He breathed into the kiss, and you just whined without realizing it. He connected your lips again, tightening his hands on your waste and, that way, pulling you even closer. You had no idea where to put your hands, but your body seemed to work on autopilot, so they landed on his chest.
You felt something hard on the lower part of your belly, and the thought that Bucky had become hard solely because of the kiss nearly drove you insane. Hot, handsome, and charming men had never kissed you as if you were their last meal, teasing you with their bulge in the middle of your shop.
God, he must be big.
Your heart started beating so fast that you heard it in your ears. Was it the right thing to do? What should you do or say after that? Did he think that you kissed badly?
“I can almost hear the thoughts in your head. Why are you worrying? You don’t like or want it? Just say, and I’ll step away.” You licked your lips, as if you tried to taste him again. You felt how your face heated again from being so close to Bucky. He didn’t sound or look as if he were judging you, and it made you feel safe enough to tell what was going on in your head.
“I just—I'm not really familiar with it. I barely know you, and you just kissed me, and I am at a loss for what to do." You said, nervously playing with the material of his shirt. Bucky's hand cupped your cheek, making you look at him. It surprised you that he didn’t try to do anything to push you, like many other men who just think with their dicks. Your stomach tightened from the way he stared at your face.
"I understand and that’s okay if you feel a little bit scared. I’m not pushing you and you can say no to me. I really came here just to talk to you, but I cannot think of anything else but you. Can I kiss you, princess?” Your eyes closed when you felt his breath on your lips again. You couldn’t deny that you wanted it too, so you just slightly nodded to his question.
Bucky kissed you deeper and slower, allowing you to follow him. He stroked your cheek gently as his tongue slid into your mouth, causing you to moan. You swore that he smiled at your reaction, and it encouraged him to push his other hand from your waist to your thighs.
Your skin started tingling when you felt it going under your skirt. Tattooed fingers traced the soft lines on your legs until they reached your underwear. Only then did you realise that you were getting wet. This whole time, it was not just nerves; oh no, your body actually just craved that man in front of you and now you could do nothing to hide it. In your last attempt, you tried to push your legs together, but you made it worse when Bucky’s hand slipped higher and touched the wet spot.
“Holy fuck.” He growled, ending the kiss and looking down, where his hand stayed under your clothes. “You are not so innocent, huh?”
“Shy and innocent are two completely different things, Bucky.”
“Right.” Biting his lip, he looked up at you again with darkened eyes, and you felt his hand pressing onto your dressed core more firmly. “Can I taste you?"
Your eyes widen in shock. You were not a complete virgin, but unfortunately, you had never experienced that before. “My sexual life is actually really, and I mean really, meager, and no one ever asked me to do it.” You whispered, almost in embarrassment.
“So you’re telling me that no one asked to eat you out, princess? Well, that’s a shame. I bet your pussy is as sweet as you are.” He ran his nose across your cheek, enjoying your delicate skin and the light scent of your perfume, until he reached the sensitive part of your neck. “Your scent drives me crazy... You’re so sensitive, God. When was the last time you were with someone?” You tried to act normal and not shiever, but when Bucky’s finger was running up and down the soft cotton of your panties, it was nearly impossible to do.
“I don’t know. I did it just a few times, and I don’t date. Guys are not really interested in me.”
“Loosers.”
“Bucky.” You moaned his name when he suddenly fell to his knees. That view was so surreal for you. He seemed desperate to touch and taste you, to please you, even though he was painfully hard in his jeans. But he did not go too far because he was waiting for your response. “What if someone walks in?”
“There is a sign on the door. Are there many people who go to bookshops at that time?” Bucky took your left leg, slowly putting it on his shoulder. Your eyes followed every move with curiosity and a hint of worry when he turned his head to softly kiss your thigh.
“Okay.”
Bucky took your leg off his shoulder but only to slide his hands under your dress and take off your underwear. He did not break eye contact when he helped you step out of it and then put them in his jeans pocket. With a quick motion, your leg returned to it’s place near his face and you blushed, realising how close he was.
With his right hand on your thigh and the left one slowly creeping up your other leg, Bucky started leaving kisses higher and higher, until he finally reached your pulled-up dress. When his head suddenly lowered and you felt the first touch of his tongue, you almost died.
Up until that moment, you didn’t even realize how tense your body was, but that first lick sent a hot wave over you and you could not hold back a whine. You just became a fucking puddle under his touch.
Bucky was not much better than you. He gripped your thigh harder, as if he wanted you to be even closer, and moaned when your taste blossomed on his tongue. He knew that he was addicted now and that he could spend hours in between your legs. His tongue slipped across your folds, collecting your juice, and then circled around your sensitive clit.
“Fuck, princess. You’re s’ sweet.”
"Bucky—oh my god, please!” You didn’t know what you were begging for, but that tight knot in your stomach was becoming almost too painful, and you felt tears forming in your eyes. As if Bucky had already understood your body better, he put two fingers of his left hand at your entrance, slightly pushing in just the tips.
You moaned again, your hand moving on it’s own and grabbing Bucky’s hair in despair. He slowly slipped inside, letting you adjust while still not stopping the movements of his tongue. You felt so fucking tight and wet around his fingers and his cock painfully twiched in his jeans. He started pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, and if you weren’t so far up in your head, you would’ve been embarrassed by the noises coming out of you.
The combination of his thick digits and tongue pushed you into your first orgasm. Your back arched, and your legs unconsciously tried to close, but Bucky did not let that happen, gripping your thigh tighter and holding you in place.
“Cum for me, pretty girl. C'mon, don’t be shy.” He encouraged you and that was everything you needed.
You had no idea what happened next because your body felt like it was floating and your head fell back with a moan of Bucky's name. He let you go through it, slowing his pace and pulling out his fingers. As much as he didn’t want to stop, he knew that it was enough for you for the first time.
You felt how Bucky jently lowered your leg and then, holding you by the waist, stood up and shamelessly licked his shiny lips. “I can’t believe you actually just did that. No one has ever given me an orgasm.”
“Princess… You’re unbelievable.” He got closer to you, nuzzling into your neck and breathing in your scent. You could feel hardness in his pants, and while Bucky did not try to push it any further, the desire within you made you bold.
“Do you have a condom?” Bucky immediately pulled away from you, his eyes darker than before and his hands tightening on your waist. You bit your lip and lowered your gaze, as if you said something wrong.
"No, no, no, you can’t get shy after you just asked me this. Eyes on me, princess. Do you really want it?"
“I do.”
Bucky connected your lips, distracting you from unnecessary thoughts, and you felt two hands on the back sides of your thighs. Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, as if your body knew what to do better than you. You both moaned when his bulge met with your dripping core; Bucky’s grip tightened and he slightly moved your hips.
Firmly holding you in his hands, Bucky stepped away from the shelves and went to the table that was standing nearby. He blindly moved aside some books there, dropping a few on the floor and receiving a groan from you. He put you on the flat surface, not moving away from between your legs.
Your hands finally felt more confident to study his tattooed skin. You never realised that you were into people with tattoos, but now, looking at the variety of things covering his tanned skin, your belly tightened with anticipation. Your hands slowly reached his neck, slightly pulling him closer.
“You didn’t answer my question. Do you have it?” Instead of replying to you, Bucky, not breaking eye contact, reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet. He opened it, taking the shiny square that was sticking out of there.
Your eyes shot up at him, meeting his half-hooded and full-of-lust eyes. Bucky looked right back at you, mesmerized by your beauty—by the way your cheeks heated and your lips were slightly swollen. He quickly unbuttoned his pants, sliding them with boxers down his legs, until his hard as rock cock was free with pre-cum leaking from the tip.
“If you’re going to look at me like that, then I might cum like a teenager before everything starts, princess.” Bucky growled, squeezing your thigh in his hand. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, then looked at his face again. You didn’t want to stare at his cock, but holy shit, it was better and bigger than everything you’ve seen before. You wondered what it would taste like, and that one thought made you clench around nothing.
With a quick, smooth motion, Bucky opened the package with his teeth, sliding the condom down his shaft. His hand moved you closer to the edge of the table, so now your faces were just a few centimeters away and you could feel his cock through the fabric of your dress.
“Be a good girl and hold it here for me.” Bucky folded your dress on your stomach, guiding your hand there, so he had better access to your sweet pussy. He had to see how he was disappearing inside of you with his own fucking eyes.
“Bucky…” You whined because of the way you were exposed to him, but you still did what he said. With wide eyes, you looked at how he moved even closer to you, slightly brushing your folds with the tip. Your free arm gripped his tattooed forearm, digging in your nails.
“So wet for me, so pretty... God, princess. I won’t be able to keep my hands from you. Say you want this. I need to hear it.” He palmed the side of your face, making you look up at him, and held himself at your entrance at the same time.
“I want it. Please.” You whispered, your eyes running back and forth between his pretty blues.
When he finally started slowly pushing into you, your mouth opened with a silent moan, and your eyes almost crossed with the way your whole body got covered with goosebumps. Bucky could not tear his eyes away from the place you two were connected. He felt every movement of your body and felt how your pussy almost sucked him inside.
He knew that you would feel good, but he did not realize that it would feel like the most correct thing in his life.
Bucky finally bottomed into you, stretching you the way you had never been before. You both thought that you could cum in that exact second, but you also both wanted to extend this moment as much as you could.
“Princess…” That sounded so desperate when Bucky finally started moving his hips, dragging his cock out and then pushing right back in. "Fuck, I need to kiss you. You feel like a fuckin’ heaven, holy shit.” Not stopping sliding into you at a steady pace, he dragged your face closer, as if his life were depending on it. Bucky greedily bit and sucked your bottom lip, swallowing every moan and whine you let out.
“Mh— I can’t— oh, Bucky!” You cried, trying to hide your face in the crook of his neck.
He pulled you back away from his body, holding you that way so he had a better view of your face and body. He felt the way your thighs tried to squeeze together, your face started to heat and you tried to look away.
“Don’t you dare become shy when I’m balls deep in you, princess.” He slowed his movements and teased you until you almost begged him to fuck you properly again. “You need to cum, huh? Show me those pretty eyes; don’t hide from me, c’mon.” You looked up, almost whining from the way he was looking at you. Pupils blown out, eyes slightly narrowed, and running around your face with interest and desire. “Do you need something? Speak up, sweet girl.”
“I want to cum. Let me, please.”
“Good fucking girl.”
Bucky started fucking you with a new forse; the table under you was squeaking with every move, making the whole scene even dirtier. You could not care about embarrassment anymore, moaning Bucky name and begging him to be harder.
You both felt how close you were.
Your hand, with your skirt in it, tightened around the fabric, your spread legs were trembling and you started uncontrollably squeezing Bucky’s cock inside of you. His dirty words made your vision foggy with satisfaction and the way he didn’t stop hitting your sweet spot was enough for you to go crazy with an overwhelming orgasm.
“Bucky! Bucky, oh my— fuuuck!” You cried in pleasure, feeling a few more thrusts of his throbbing cock, until he finally slowed down and emptied himself in the condom. Your body fell forward right into Bucky’s chest, too tired to even sit straight. He wrapped his hands around you, slowly stroking your back and kissing your temple.
“You are fucking amazing, princess.” He mumbled into your hair and you just hummed in response. After a few quiet minutes, when your head started to clear up and the whole weight of this situation fell on you, you finally pulled away, hiding your eyes from him again. “What? What’s wrong?”
“I just… I don’t know what we are supposed to do in this situation; I mean— it was just sex for you, right?” You asked, focusing on one particular tattoo on Bucky’s neck to not show how nervous you were.
Bucky didn’t answer for a few seconds, but you felt the weight of his eyes on you. Then he lifted your face with one of his hands and softly smiled at you. “If it meant nothing for me, I would’ve already been on my way home. I want you. I wanted you from the moment I saw you and I won’t be satisfied until you let me take you out. Are you free tomorrow evening, sweetheart?” He cooed, playfully tilting his head to the side. That man and his charm would be the death of you…
“Um, okay. I’m free, if you’re not kidding.”
“Not in the slightest. Now get dressed. I'm taking you home.” He pecked your lips before slowly pulling out of you and getting rid of the condom. You slowly jumped from the table, legs trembling from two mind-blowing orgasms, not missing how Bucky’s smirked at you.
“You don’t have to take me home, Bucky.” You fixed your dress and hair as much as you could without a mirror and then picked up the books from the floor that were forgotten during your makeout session.
“Well, I didn’t see a car near the shop, so I assume you’re walking home. And it’s dark.” He walked behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist and burying his face into your neck. “I don’t like this idea. I’m driving you home, princess.”
“Fine. You won.” You playfully made an annoyed voice to what Bucky just chuckled and held you even closer.
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C/W: Rape
I’d love to meet a girl off here and take her on a date.
I’d meet her on Tumblr, charming her with every message. I’d come off as friendly and endearing, flirting and sexting when appropriate. I’d learn her kinks and needs, twisting her into a wet, sopping mess with every text I send her. I’d make her think of me, filling her head with thoughts of my voice, my body, my cock in every waking moment. It’d be weeks, perhaps days, before we’d arrange to meet, a train journey or a bus ride away.
We’d meet in some cafe, exchanging warm smiles and hugs. That’s where it’d begin. She’d notice my hands lingering a little too long, a little too low, practically groping her. She’d simply shrug it off. She’d forget all about it while we’d sip on our coffees, exchanging friendly conversation. We’d mesh well off screen, laughing and joking the afternoon away.
I’d suggest a stroll through the woods, almost like an afterthought while we figure out how to spend the rest of the afternoon. We’d find ourselves, trudging along some narrow dirt pathway, the skies getting darker, the woods getting denser. And then it’d hit her. She barely knew me.
One second she’d be side-eyeing me cautiously, the next she’d be pinned against some tree in the lonely depths of the forest. She’d scream, the piercing scream of fear. I’d let her. No one would hear us.
She’d beg me to stop, to reconsider, but I’d tear down her cute skirt. Isn’t this what she wanted? She’d read my blog. She needed this just as much as my stiff, aching cock did. I’d hold her down, rubbing my cock against her bare ass, telling how hard she’d made me. What a good fucking girl she was for making her rapist’s cock ready to breed her. Her begging would turn feverish and constant, wishing this was some cruel joke.
I’d plunge my shaft inside her cunt, laughing as she struggles and fights against me. In and out, I’d wetten my cock in her, stirring up her insides with heavy, savage strokes. She’d feel her sanity slip away. She’d have chosen this. I’d convince her this was her fault. All those nights promising me what a good rapetoy she’d be for me. And she’d deliver on her promise, crying and sobbing, begging me to stop, struggling to fight her fate.
I’d rail her slick, broken twat while her face grates against the coarse bark, sinking my fingers into her soft, jiggly ass. Shit, I’d spank those perfect fucking spheres, watching them redden and ripple with each strike. I’d lovingly break her down into a set of holes, moulded to service my cock.
Thick ropes of cum would plaster her insides, leaking out of her weak frame. I’d throw her down and wipe my cock clean with her hair. In sweet, gentle tones, I’d ask her where she lived. I’d point out that she couldn’t walk right now, and that the night was drawing closer.
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𐙚 🪷 TRUTH OR DRINK katsuki bakugou .ᐟ
⋆˙ᝰ about ! “you love me, you take care of me. that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever done f'me." with the release of your husband's newest album and the announcement for his latest tour, the two of you are invited on set to film a special kind of promotional video for newlyweds. hopefully, this married couple leave without a hangover. ( 4.8K )
warnings ! minors blank and ageless blogs do not interact. sfw, fluff, suggestive, angst if you squint, celebrity!au, all characters are aged up to 20s, mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, drinking, newlyweds, exes, some family issues, long-distance, idol!bakugou, fem + model!reader - not beta read!
aali’s love letter ! happy birthday bakugou! another splendid year for our lord saviour dynamght !! i posted this late boo but its out!! i hope you guys are still able to enjoy <3 ty to @cuntcure for helping out n motivating me !! - m.list ⋆ read on ao3 ! ִ ࣪𖤐₊ ⊹
“fuck, we’re really doing this, huh?”
across from you, katsuki bakugou shifts uncomfortably — ruby red eyes darting around the plain white set. studio lights glare from all directions, illuminating the slight sweat that beads at the blonde’s hairline. artificial lighting, bright and made to capture everything, refracts of the pearling perspiration and almost creates the illusion of a halo around the crown of your partner’s head. almost as if he’s an angel.
reaching over the small table that the producers have set up between you both, you grasp at katsuki’s rough fingers, toying with them as if to test the waters before you hold them fully — once he’s comfortable enough to accept your physical affection. his palms are warm and a little sweaty, but that doesn’t stop you from giving them a gentle squeeze.
“it’ll be fun,” you whisper, keeping your voice low and calm as the production crew continues to contrastingly flit around you in preparation for the shoot. “and it’ll be great promo for your album!” lifting his hands, you press a kiss to the blonde’s knuckles as though you’re sealing a promise, ensuring that they’re not empty. you smile reassuringly and bakugou returns it awkwardly, drawing back just a tad when a member of production sheepishly approaches the table to set down three different bottles of alcohol, two shot glasses and a pitcher of pineapple and coconut juice as your mixer of choice.
glass bottles of whisky, rum, and vodka glit under the white light too.
“we can back out at anytime,” comes your soft reminder once the crew member retreats to check the sound mic and cameras along with some other staff. “i want you to be comfortable.”
bakugou shakes his head, this time, bringing the backs of your hands to his lips — pale blonde lashes fluttering as he shuts away ruby framed eyes and takes a breath to calm himself. “wanna do it. like y’said it’ll be good. fun.” when he opens his eyes again, he’s looking at you with a toothy smirk that never fails to send a shiver down your spine and butterflies in a flurry through your tummy. “besides, we haven’t been able t’do somethin’ like this together in a while.”
nothing beats your grin after that and with a few more touch ups to your make up ( the both of you ) — you’re ready to begin filming.
“okay guys!” the director on set claps their hands. “wanna start us off? who are you and what are you doing here today?”
you give katsuki’s hands one last comforting squeeze before his crimson gaze slinks towards the camera that’s now rolling, fixating on its blinking red light as it matches his stare. “‘m katsuki bakugou ‘nd this is my wife,” he juts his head over to you gently, muttering your name with love laced between each of its syllables.
you too turn to face the camera, award winning smile settling gracefully on your lips. “and today we’re playing truth or drink!” you squirm excitedly. “we’re really happy to be here! thank you for having us!”
“i’m not.”
“katsuki!”
with a laugh behind the camera, the producer speaks again. “so, you’re some pretty special guests. what do you guys do? how long have you two been married?”
bakugou rolls his eyes at the enthusiasm. “i’m a singer-songwriter slash idol or whatever you wanna call it…and i’m on tour right now. so buy my album or you’re shit.”
“and i’m a fashion model slash content creator. we’ve been together for like…five years? married for half a year? a year?” musing out loud, you switch your gaze from the camera to katsuki — letting him know with your eyes that he’s doing a great job.
“eight months, three weeks ‘n two days.” he corrects you seriously, causing sweet laughter to bubble up on your lips.
“sorry, folks. eight months, three weeks and two days.” you retort jokingly. bakugou rolls eyes ruby framed eyes again.
“okay, so still pretty new. let’s start with a shot, shall we?”
ever the gentlemen, your husband pours you a decently sized shot using a drink he knows you like without even asking. he even tops it off with a mixer because he knows that sometimes you can’t get past a bitter aftertaste if the alcohol is too strong. once done with yours, he fills up his own glass before clinking it against yours — both of you knocking back the shot with practised ease.
“god, that shit’s strong.” the pale blonde grimaces.
despite having a facial expression to match, you somehow make light of the situation. “really puts hairs on your chest, doesn’t it, kats?”
“you like my tits naked and juicy, shut the hell up,” smirking cockily, katsuki slides your shot glasses to the side and toys with the stacked white question cards in front of him. “her words not mine.”
“anyways…first card please.”
doing as he’s told, katsuki flips the first card over — skimming the letters written in bold on the other side before he slams it back down. “‘m takin’ a shot.”
the shoot has barely begun and you already find yourself bursting into fits of adoring, amused giggles. “no! it’s not even your question to answer! you have to read it, it’s the first card!” you whine playfully.
“alright, fine,” flipping the card over again with a dejected air about him, bakugou announces the question to both you and the camera. “when was the last time we had sex and where did it happen?”
“oh god.” you pinch your brow.
“told ya. no shots, it’s the first card. y’gotta answer it, babe.” bakugou teases as he casts the card aside, leaning back in his chair slow and sexy like while he watches you hungrily. it’s like making you embarrassed has made him forget that he’s on camera.
sighing through your nose, you pout at the camera and producers who watch eagerly. “on the way here.”
“on the way to this shoot? oh my god!”
“yes! omg. shut up, this is so embarrassing. katsuki don’t laugh!” you practically wail as the set bursts out into laughter. “god, okay. it was on the way here and in the back of the SUV with the partition up. don’t ask me how we had time. katsuki always makes time.”
said katsuki wiggles two fingers towards the camera knowingly and chokes back a raspy chuckle when you frown in response, scooping up your own card. “next question,” your say as your gaze skims the card. “who is your least favourite parent in law? oooh, spicy.”
“definitely her dad,” your husband points a thumb in your direction without hesitation but mouths his words straight into the camera. “you’re a piece of shit by the way.”
the producer pipes in. “can we elaborate?”
“my dad was never the most supportive of my career…but claims everything i have is because of him. it sucks, he's a narcissist and we don’t really speak because of it.” you answer truthfully, attempting to shrug the weight of your familial situation off. you know that most girls dream of having their father walk them down the aisle on their wedding day…but it’s just not in the cards for you. sensing your anger, your hurt and your pain beginning to rise to the surface, katsuki takes the card from you and grasps at your hand — eyebrows raised earnestly into his hairline while he checks to see if you’re okay. a small, wistful smile plays at your lips and you give your partner a gentle nod. “it’s okay though, my mum, mitsuki and masaru have been great parents. katsuki’s mum and dad kept me grounded throughout our engagement, pretty much designed all of my wedding outfits. they were all custom.”
“outfits? as in multiple?”
“ah yes! mitsuki insisted that i had changes throughout the day.” you beam, a giddiness replacing any negative emotion you once felt. your future mother in law had done everything in her power to make you feel like a princess on your wedding day — to this day it made you feel extremely grateful for your positive relationship with bakugou’s family.
“they still fuckin’ spoil her, ma styles her for a lot shoots,” the blonde scoffs but the adoration dancing in the almost brown flecks of his carmine eyes tell a different story. “no seriously, ma ‘n pa love you so much. you’re like the daughter they never had.”
“aw, that’s so cute. i’ll cry.”
katsuki’s turn to pick a card rolls around again, but he doesn’t let go of your hand the entire time — index finger toying with your engagement ring. “what’s was the most stressful part about planning a wedding?” he reads. “oh, definitely the micromanaging from other people. shit pissed me off,” your husband answers almost straight away, already preparing to fix himself a shot when the producer asks him to elaborate.
he shakes his head and the producer turns to you. “our managers thought that they could have a say in our ceremony since it was like the celebrity wedding of the year,” shrugging, you fix your own shot which makes your spouse grin. “we ended up having one public and one smaller, private wedding to say fuck ‘em. and no, they didn’t fire me for this.”
“so a follow up, when you announced your engagement to the world what was a difficult thing you dealt with publicly?” someone from behind the camera asks.
pursing your lips, you look to katsuki for an answer. “the fan wars? some of my fans were…are still caught up on my ex and others think the great singer katsuki bakugou is too good for an influencer like me.”
“they don’t know shit. you’re too good for the world baby, i don’t deserve you.”
“corny ass,” you snort directly into the camera’s shot. “i’m sure that’s one of his song lyrics.”
“is fuckin’ not!” bakugou pouts, though he’ll deny that he was later. “pick another damn card.”
he pushes the pile towards you once more and you cheekily swipe one from the middle to make the video a little bit more interesting for those watching from home when it comes out. hopefully the viewers get a laugh out of bakugou calling you a cheater and you sticking your tongue out at him in retaliation — he pinches it back.
“ouch! owie, okay! okay, let go!” flipping the card so that the text is facing you, you begin to read it out loud slowly — nearly bursting out into an incredulous fit of giggles at the question printed in thick black letters. “this is so ironic, baby you’re gonna love this one,” katsuki raises a brow, intrigued by the coy smile you’re barely trying to hide now. “i dare you to call an ex and remind them that you’re happily married.”
a small silence echoes throughout the studio as you stare at one another, waiting and waiting, until a loud, raspy and haughty laugh rips through bakugou’s throat.
“what’s so funny?”
the blonde sat opposite you, still as handsome as the day you first met him — with glittering gem eyes that sparkle under the studio lights and a toothy smile that never fails to melt your heart, suddenly grows shy. a rose tint spreads its way over the bridge of his nose and his cheeks that have lost their youthful roundness, katsuki blushes softly but laughs with his entire body — only just embarrassed by the secret he's about to reveal to his most dedicated fans and the rest of the world.
leaning forward on the table, elbows on the edge, while you tuck your chin in the seat of your palm — biting your lip in amusement. “do you wanna tell them or should i?”
“i wanna take a fuckin’ short first. can i?” katsuki asks, almost innocently. he knocks back a glass of dark, bitter whisky once he gets the go ahead. “she’s my first. my first everythin’. girlfriend, time, wife—“
“i sure hope i’m your first and only wife, kats.” you cut him off swiftly, a mischievous lilt layered thick on your tone.
he slings an arm over the back of his chair, waving you off lovingly. “—you know what i mean, sweets.” bakugou shrugs in the direction of the producers. “i don’t have an ex to call.”
“okay, we’ll have your wife call one.”
at the film crew’s suggestion, your voice raises an octave, notes of surprise littered through out your melodic voice. “me? who would i even call?” you can’t help but snicker, trying to reach for the juice used for mixer so you can plan your escape route out of the dare.
your husband snatches the bottle from your reach, holding it protectively against his broad chest. “call shindou.” he grunts out low but highly amused.
“oh no, i’m not doing that. let me take the shot katsuki.” comes your instant response, tone turning slightly serious.
“who’s shindou?”
“her ex.”
“my ex.”
the both of you announce in unison, though you’re a little less entertained by your menace of a blonde husband — still guarding the drinks as he chucks the used question card to the side.
“why not?”
“cause it’ll be mean? he still hasn’t recovered from finding out i’m dating the idol he used to train with. yanno, the one who debuted over him.”
bakugou clicks his tongue cockily. “he’ll get over it. call him. c’mon, it’ll be funny and you love making me laugh.”
“alright fine but you have to swear you’ll answer the next one.” you turn to the camera. “he’s right though, his laugh is the prettiest in the world.”
bakugou blushes as you pull out your phone and scroll to the bottom of your contact list, surprised at yourself for not blocking and deleting the number. holding up the sleek device for everyone to view, you jab a thumb into the speaker button and watch with baited breath as it begins to ring throughout the studio.
“hello, yo speakin’,” a voice a little higher pitched than your husband’s filters through the speaker. it’s familiar, but doesn’t hold any of the comfort that bakugou brings. it’s been years since you ended things with your ex, the relationship was rocky and full of miscommunications and mistrusts before either of you skyrocketed to fame. there’s no malice between you both or a reason to cause katsuki why worry, you hope, but talking to yo shindou nowadays is akin to talking to a stranger.
giving the camera an awkward thumbs up, you reply shyly. “hi shin, what’s up?”
“oh hey sweetheart, this is a nice suprise.” your ex purrs through the line. you click the buttons side of your phone to turn up the volume — making sure his every word is picked up by the mics in the room.
bakugou chimes in, clearly looking for an opportunity to show off. “hey asshole, don’t get too excited.”
“hello to you too kats, what can i do you for princess?”
“shin, don’t call me that. also we’re shooting truth or drink right now — newlyweds edition with kats. they wanted me to call, tell you i’m married or something… which i’m sure you know by now.” explaining in a rush, you push at bakugou’s forehead, right between arched, dark blonde brows to keep him and his laughter at bay.
“it’s all anyone can talk about these days, especially when i’m on set. married couple of the year.”
the producers mouth to you to ask shindou a question, in which you almost miss underneath the sounds of your newlywed husband suppressing snarky jokes and giggles. “they’re telling me to ask you if you’re happy for me ‘n kats. you don’t have to answer—“
“i am. happy for you. katsuki, as big as of an asshole as he is, makes you way fucking happier than i ever did. he’s good to you, but you’re better to him. the world wants to see you guys grow old together… i hope it stays that way or else i’ll have to swoop back in—“
cringing along the millions that will be watching in the near future, you slice through his words politely before bakugou can blow a gasket. “thanks, shin. you’re sweet.”
“anything for you, sweetcheeks—“
“alright, alright. you’re pushin’ it now, freak. r’member i’m the one clapping these sweet cheeks and i’ll always be a better fuck than you—“ abruptly, your newfound husband snatches up your phone — growling possessively down the line as if to ward your ex off.
“okaybyethankyou!” squealing you hang up the phone and breathe a heavy sigh of relief, head banging on the table in front of you as you try to hide your flustered face. “that went better than expected.”
the blonde before you shrugs nonchalantly as if he wasn’t seconds away from reaching into the phone and tearing shindou’s head from between his shoulders. “i do love an opportunity to show you off, rub our marriage in people’s faces.” alas, he pours you both a shot, adding a mixer to yours, sort of as a reward for making it through the call. “kay, next card,” he swipes one from the top of the pile once more, carefully murmuring its contents into the studio’s cool air. “can the both of you name one person you would have invited into your marital bedroom on your wedding night? see if you’re both thinking of the same person. easy. on three?”
“sure! one, two—“ you count, the temperature of the room raising as it awaits your big reveal. “kirishima.”
“kirishima.” katsuki says at the same time before smirking cockily at the film crew. “next!”
you join him just as your foot flirtatious slides up his leg from underneath the table. “kats says eijirou is packin’, by the way.” your husband’s smile fades into an embarrassed look, everyone in the room laughing along with you. of course he’s seen it. of course you’ve talked about this before. “anyway, my turn! most romantic thing i’ve ever done for you? c’mon now kats, you can think of something. i’m pretty sweet.”
reaching for your hand for the nth time during the shoot, bakugou laces his fingers with yours — decadent dark red eyes instantly drawn to the big rock on your engagement ring and the simple gold wedding band that sits above it as he recalls everything you’ve ever done for him. every gesture; every text, every act of physical touch or service. it would be hard to choose just one romantic thing.
the silence as he ponders almost fills you with dread, a nervousness fluttering about in your chest like a butterfly whose wings are beginning to fail them. they’d have to edit this part out if he couldn’t think of anything.
but then, those plush pink lips that kiss you and call for you, part gently and a soft sentiment escape’s from between them. “you love me,” is all bakugou can say, eyes wide and genuine. “you take care of me. that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever done f'me…and, if we’re talkin’ specifics, you remember that time just before my album came out? before our wedding? i was fuckin’ stressed ‘n i was always locked up in the studio, trying to figure out the track list, the final song…”
you nod slowly, exhaling deeply through your nose. “yeah?” the background noise from the crew, cameras and mics wither away until it’s just yourself and bakugou in the room — holding hands as though you’re one another’s life lines.
“it was three am ‘n you were in another city for a shoot but…you still made the drive over to have dinner with me. to make sure i ate,” the tip of katsuki’s rough and calloused thumb brushes over the bumps formed by your knuckles. “just to help me run through things even though i was freakin’ the fuck out and you had a flight to milan the next day. you ate with me and that meant a lot.” he seems wistful as he talks, forgetting that the world will be able to see his heart beating all tender like when the cameras are put away and the footage is polished up.
perhaps he doesn’t care if the world sees him being so vulnerable with the woman he loves on screen. they’ll usually find such openness hidden between the lyrics of his songs. so, perhaps it’s the little alcohol running through his system. nevertheless, quiet love and appreciation seeps from katsuki bakugou’s pours into the quiet atmosphere of the set, the emotions crash over you in waves that you welcome — almost reducing you to tears brewed just for him.
“you asshole,” you sniff, lacking all the spite the insulting nickname carries. “i didn’t think that night meant so much to you… i just wanted to see my baby. wanted to make sure you were okay.”
cocking his head to the side fondly, the blonde singer uses the back of his hand to wipe at your free falling tears you hadn’t realised were there. bakugou doesn’t let go of you the entire time. “don’t cry sweets, you know i hate t’see you cry.”
watery laughter bubbles up on the seam of your lips. “don’t tell me what to do,”
“you said she drove from another city, would you guys say that distance made things difficult for you?”
“sometimes,” you answer the director truthfully. “while we were engaged we’d plan our wedding across different time zones. when i was awake walking for fashion week he was sleeping in his studio making songs.” you explain, looking to katsuki to confirm.
he nods along with another squeeze of your hand. “it was hard yeah, but we got through it. now she has my ring on her finger ‘n she’s stuck with me.”
“send help.” you mouth to the camera.
resuming the game, you snatch up a card and secretly hope that the question is a little more light hearted than the previous. “has my line of work ever made you jealous? oooh, good one,” adding the card to the ones already discarded, you squirm in your seat — excited to know your husband’s answer. “no shots! i want you sober and honest.”
“i’ve hardly had anythin’ to drink!” katsuki snorts. “what’s the sayin’? a drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts? let me have something.”
“no! i want sober words and sober thoughts, that’s the aim of the game, stink.”
katsuki rolls his eyes so hard you fear they might drop out of his skull. “spoiled brat,” he mumbles begrudgingly, sucking his teeth. “okay before anyone says anythin’, i’m a secure guy. i trust and value my girl’s word above anyone else’s. i love seein’ her on billboards in every country i visit, on magazines at every airport I’ve ever flown from…”
“it feels like there’s a but coming.”
“wait for it…” you hum gleefully.
“but i hate that one cover shoot you did with that nerd, izuku, for vogue. that’s it. never do that shit again.” bakugou finishes, crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant child.
nearly leaping out of your seat, you point at your husband — bewildered. “i knew it! you said it didn’t bother you!”
“of course it did! he had his grubby arms wrapped around you! he stinks.”
“you did not just call izuku stinky, he’s got a feature on your album!”
“his feature can kiss my ass,” you know that bakugou is only half serious, the two have written some beautiful songs together and the cover hardly meant anything — izuku models from time to time as well. it just so happens you also work for the same brands. “my turn again, rate my proposal on a scale of one to ten. how good did i do?”
“nine point five.” you nod assertively, speaking to your audience with love bursting through your heart. “he proposed to me at his first sold out concert, like literally stopped singing and apologised to all of his fans because he had something important to say. that’s when he asked me, in front of his entire world. kats’ is real private so it meant so much to me…”
the blonde leans back in his seat but brings your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss directly to your wedding rings. “only nine point five? cheeky fucker.”
“it’s only ‘cause your genius-self decided to chuck my ring into the crowd?” you scoff.
“oi! i have good aim, you’re just shit at catchin’ things!” katsuki scoffs back, nudging you with his foot under the table.
“back to the game love birds.”
the two of you put your playful little spat on the back burner and you grasp the next card. “how many years into our our marriage do you think we’ll stop having sex—?”
“never,” katsuki cuts you off, looking directly into the lense as he jabs a thumb in your direction. “i can’t ever get her off my cock. she’s fuckin’ insane.”
heat flares up underneath the surface of your skin in embarrassment. “fuck you.”
“right after this shoot, sweetheart.” he winks right back at you before nodding down at the cards. “last two, yeah? did your life turn out as expected?”
chewing on your bottom lip, you give the question some thought. life has an unpredictable nature, no matter who you are or where you come from. if someone had told you a year into your college degree, that you’d be in front of sorts of cameras as a profession for the rest of your life — you wouldn’t have believed them. if someone had told you that you’d find the love of your life shortly after, you would have called them a liar too. your past has been heavy, a dark cloud you never thought you’d be able to escape — hauntingly daunting.
and even though you know that it’s a burden to place the weight of your happiness on someone else’s shoulders — but you know that katsuki has always been your golden, blinding light at the end of the tunnel. he’s something you never expected, but someone you entirely deserve after everything life has thrown at you.
“no, it hasn’t,” you whisper softly, ever so slightly distinct. your lover leans in, watching you curiously from over stacked question cards and bottles of barely touched alcohol. “i never expected to be so famous so young, that a silly little dream of mine could come true. that i never expected, i still can’t believe it…but, it’s like… meeting you. falling in love with you, on top of all that? it’s like i was destined to be with you, kats. you’re my soulmate. i knew that from the start.”
just like you earlier, emotion wells up inside katsuki. it breaches the cavity of his chest, slows down the rate of his heart and lungs and brings a slight shine to his beautiful blood red eyes. he sniffs but doesn’t dare look away from you — reading deep into your soul despite knowing the pages of it off by heart. “i feel the same,” he mumbles, reaching over to cup your face even with all of the cameras around. “i never expected to go on tour, sell albums and make music…but i feel like my heart always knew you were waitin’ for me.” quietness fills the space between the two of you, neither of you needing to say much. you cup the wrist of his hand that touched your face, leaning into his palm and pressing a kiss to it. “we’re so fuckin’ corny.”
“you love it.” you reply instantly. “i love you.”
“see?” katsuki asks the production crew as he draws the last card for both of you — holding it out for you to read. “cornball.”
“it’s cute! she’s cute and corny!”
“what about the rest of our marriage do you look forward to most?” since the video shoot is coming to an end, and you hardly want to cry any more, you both decide to make your answers short and sweet. “i look forward to spending forever by your side, taking over the world one continent at a time.” you gush, meaning every single word, smiling adoringly.
“ditto, can’t wait to grow old with you, brat.” bakugou mirrors your expression and finally, finally ends the shoot by pressing the ghost of a kiss to your awaiting lips. you feel warm knowing how comfortable he’s grown over the course of filming, even more so at all of the truths he’s given you tonight.
“that’s a wrap! thank you so much guys!”
katsuki salutes the camera, finishing up for you. “we’ve been the bakugous playin’ truth or drink. buy my album, see me on tour, buy a magazine with my wife’s beautiful face on it. like and subscribe.” all the while, you reflect on everything that you’ve learned about your husband whilst filming — that he loves you a lot more than he lets on, that you have his heart for all of eternity, that nothing in this world and cause his love for you to waver,
and as your matching wedding bands continue to gleam beneath the dimming studio lights, you only hope that he knows that you feel the exact same way about loving him too.
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Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x Pregnant! Female Reader
snapshots masterlist
summary: When you finally start to show, Joel has a tough time with it as the reality sinks in—he’s going to be a father again.
warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. JACKSON ERA. (TW) PREGNANCY. established relationship. no mention of reader’s age, however in other works for this universe, it is implied she is younger than Joel, her specific age will never be stated so do with that what you will. brief descriptions of a pregnant woman’s changing body, brief mention of morning sickness, mention of breastfeeding (it only comes up in a conversation very briefly) these subjects can possibly be triggering, especially mentions of a changing body, so while i try to handle everything with the utmost care, i still ask that you proceed with caution. domesticity, reader enjoys taking care of her family, ellie is a little shit, grumpy joel, he’s sort of a dick at first? but only because he’s working through some feelings so let’s forgive him, okay?
word count: 3.5k
a/n: this is part of the snapshots universe, but it could absolutely be read as a standalone too. minimal editing, this has been sitting in my drafts and i did a quick edit during my lunch hour, so please excuse any mistakes.
“Shit.”
You almost can’t believe your own two eyes. Staring at your reflection in the large, oval shaped mirror hanging over the porcelain bathroom sink, your gaze widens in complete surprise. “Jesus Christ,” you mutter, turning to the side. It takes your brain about a good minute or two to process, really process, the way that your belly strains against the thin, white cotton of your camisole. It had seemingly swollen overnight—because it hadn’t been this prominent the day before, had it?
Over the last few months, there’d been changes.
Some subtle and some not so subtle.
“Ellie! Stop fucking staring at them,” you’d scolded the teenager late one evening during yours and hers weekly game night. For as hard as you tried focusing on what move you should make next, it was hard to concentrate on the chessboard in front of you when you could feel the way her eyes were fixed on your breasts. “I mean it! Quit staring at my boobs, you little shit.”
She held up her hands, her mouth full of popcorn.
“Hey, in my defense, they’re just fucking there, man. If anything, they’re fucking staring at me, okay?”
During your chess rematch the following week, you had accidentally knocked one of your pawn pieces off of the table. When you’d stood up and bent over to pick it up, she had made the observation that your butt seemed to have gotten a little bigger too.
“Bet Joel’s liking these changes,” Ellie had smirked. “It sure as hell explains why the headboard’s been banging against the wall more than usual lately.”
You threw the pawn at her, smiling in satisfaction when it bounced off her forehead and landed into her glass of lemonade.
One part of your body, however, hadn’t changed.
Not until now.
“Hon, trust me, you have nothing to be worried about,” Maria had assured you with confidence when you had brought up your concerns about your stomach. “Every woman, and every pregnancy, is different. I didn’t start showing until I was around six months, remember?”
“I guess you’re right.” You’d been around four months, then. “Doesn’t help that I haven’t felt the baby move.”
“You will,” Maria had promised. “Just be patient”
Biting your lip, you place a hand on your belly.
It’s always been one of the softer parts of you, but now, it’s firmed into a perfect, round bump.
“Maybe soon I’ll feel you move,” you murmur, giving it a gentle pat. You tug the lace hem of your camisole down as far as it can go and then pull at the elastic waistband of your blue, terry cloth shorts.
Shutting off the lights in the bathroom, you slip out into the bedroom where you find that Joel’s still tangled up in the sheets, fast asleep. He had been assigned to the afternoon patrol route today—normally an early riser, if he was still snoozing, it meant that he really needed the rest. Deciding it was best to let him keep sleeping for a little while longer, you quietly tiptoe out of your shared bedroom and head downstairs into the kitchen.
After making yourself a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice, and one for the kid as well, you prepare the coffee maker for Joel. You spoon dark roast grounds into the filter and set the timer for the coffee to start brewing in thirty minutes.
He should be up by then, you think, pulling a basket of eggs out of the refrigerator.
You’re starting to get used to this. Domesticity.
Despite your protests, Maria had made the decision to pull you off patrol that same afternoon you had shared the news of your pregnancy. “I’m putting you on leave,” she’d told you. “Effective immediately. I don’t want to see you outside of these walls. Got it?”
“That’s not fair, Maria. You were out on patrol until—”
One stern glare from her had shut you right up.
“Fine.”
Sure, you missed it and looked forward to the day when you’d be able to get back into the saddle with your rifle in hand, but this way of life had grown on you. Certainly a lot more than you thought it would.
You enjoyed taking care of the house. Packing Ellie her lunch for school and checking her homework. Having a nice a meal on the table for the three of you to enjoy in the comfort of your own home instead of having to go down to the crowded mess hall for supper because you and Joel were both always much, much too tired after a long day out on patrol to bother with cooking.
With the baby due to arrive in the winter, looking after your little family had become your purpose, and you did not mind it one bit.
As strips of bacon sizzle in one pan on the gas powered stove, you crack a couple of eggs into another, knowing the kid is already on her way downstairs. You can hear the sound of her old, tattered low top sneakers that you have been trying to throw away for almost a year now squeaking on the kitchen tiles just as you finish plating her breakfast.
“Morning!” Ellie pipes, the loud plop of her backpack into a chair prompting you to turn around. “What’s for brea—whoa! Holy shit!” Her brown eyes widen in shock when she sees you and her jaw drops. “Dude.”
“Ellie,” you say her name warningly as you walk over to the table. “Don’t.”
“You’re bigger!”
With a playful glare, you set her plate down, along with her glass of orange juice. “Thanks a lot, you little jerk.” You feign offense. “You’re making your own eggs from now on.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Ellie’s cheeks flush a shade of red and she squirms, sputtering apologetically, “I swear, I don’t mean it like that at all. It’s just, your stomach, it didn’t—you didn’t look like this last night, you know?”
She’s fucking lucky that your raging hormones decided to take the morning off duty.
“You look different. I mean, you look great—”
“Ellie?”
“Yeah?”
“Just shut up and eat.”
“Deal.”
She shoots you a sheepish grin and sits down, scarfing down her food in her usual manner.
“You get your fractions homework done?”
“Yeah.” Ellie huffs, rolling her eyes. “Took me forever. I was up until fucking midnight.”
Amused, you offer, “Want me to check your work?”
“Sure.”
As Ellie inhales the rest of her breakfast, you pull out a green, single subject notebook from her backpack and look over her homework for miscalculations.
“So, uh, how are you feeling?” she asks after a minute.
“I’m feeling alright. I think the morning sickness finally stopped, so can’t complain.” Shrugging, you close the notebook and stick it into her backpack. “You did good, kid. Only got two problems wrong.”
“Man, I really wish we knew whether it’s a boy or girl,” Ellie mumbles through a mouthful of scrambled eggs. “What do you want to have, anyway?”
“It doesn’t matter to me, Ellie,” you answer, honestly. Clocking the skepticism on her face, you laugh and say, “It’s true. As long as the baby’s healthy, that’s all I care about.” And you mean it. As an expectant mother in the post outbreak world where medicine is scarce, supplies are limited, and the closest thing you have to a hospital is the town’s old clinic, the only thing you can hope for is the smooth, safe delivery of a healthy child.
Before she can say anything, you both catch the sound of Joel’s heavy boots as he descends the staircase.
She quirks an eyebrow. “Uh, has Joel seen you yet?”
Grimacing, you shake your head. “No.”
“Well, I don’t wanna be here for all that awkward,” Ellie says, chugging the rest of her orange juice. She stands up and snatches up her backpack, along with her lunch bag, which you’d packed for her earlier that morning. Just as she’s about to whirl around on the heel of her sneaker and make a run for the front door, she pauses, watching as you make your way back over to the stove to light another flame. “Unless you want me to be?”
“I’ll be fine, Ellie,” you assure her. “Go on, get to school. Maybe you’ll be on time to class for once.”
“If you say so.” She wishes you luck and then bolts out of the kitchen, throwing a quick goodbye at Joel on the way out. “See ya later, old man!”
Nervously, you turn around and start cracking another two eggs into the pan. There’s no telling how he’s going to react.
Joel’s been fairly supportive since you’d found out you were pregnant, considering how unplanned it was. But you know him like the back of your own hand, and you know, despite the numerous times he’s denied it, that it has been weighing heavily on him. Each time you’d try to sit down to talk to him about it, he would brush you off and insist he was fine. But he wasn’t fine.
And you wish he would spit it out and tell you why.
In your periphery, you notice the stained glass butterfly he had hung in front of the window above the sink, the ornament catching and refracting the sunlight. Flecks of color dance across the walls in captivating patterns, brightening the space. You think of the sweet little girl he’d hung it for, the little girl he rarely talks about, that he keeps tucked away safely in his memory.
You bite back a small sigh.
By now, you’ve learned not to push him. Especially not about what he was feeling. He would tell you when he was ready.
“Who the hell lit a fire under her ass this mornin’?” Joel asks gruffly as he walks into the kitchen. “She ain’t ever this fuckin’ eager to go to school.”
“Not sure,” you reply in the most nonchalant tone you can muster as you use a spatula to scramble the eggs. Transferring them onto a plate, you add three strips of bacon, and then pour his coffee. “I have your breakfast ready, Joel. Have a seat.”
You hear a chair scrape against the tile.
“I keep tellin’ you I can make my own breakfast, darlin’.”
“And I keep telling you I don’t mind making it for you,” you quip, and you hear him grumble something under his breath.
Inhaling a deep, calming breath through your nose, you take the plate of eggs and bacon in one hand, and his cup of coffee in the other. Your fingers grasp the handle of his ceramic, owl mug in a near death grip. You exhale slowly, and then turn around to face him.
He sees your swollen middle and stiffens in his chair.
The tension is instantaneous. Palpable.
Uncomfortable.
Awkwardly, you shift from one foot to the other.
“Your belly,” Joel murmurs, a visible tick in his jaw as his gaze drags over your midsection. “S’bigger.”
“Yeah. It is. Guess I’m going to have to start trading for maternity clothes soon,” you remark, shuffling over to the table. Setting down the plate and mug of coffee in front of him, you take a seat across the table. Your eyes try desperately to meet his, but they refuse. There’s no way for you to decipher what he’s thinking. You let out a small, nervous laugh. “Can you please say something?”
He lightly clears his throat. “I’ll take you to Main Street on Saturday,” he tells you, picking up his mug. “I’ve got the day off from patrol. I’ll, uh, pick through some of my own things and see what I don’t need so we can make a trade for some clothes.” He pauses, then offers quietly, “In the meantime, you can wear my shirts. They might be more comfortable for you.”
You flash him a grateful smile. “Thank you, Joel.”
Sipping his coffee, he continues to avoid your gaze.
“Mhm,” is all he says.
Your smile falters.
It’s the middle of August.
The afternoon heat is sweltering. Unforgiving.
“Jesus, it’s a fuckin’ scorcher,” Tommy sighs, glancing over towards the lake where his mare, Maxine, is taking a drink beside his brother’s stallion, Phoenix. His raven curls are damp with sweat, plastered to his forehead. “Hotter than the devil’s fuckin’ balls out here, ain’t it?”
He’s met with silence.
Looking over his shoulder, he sees Joel leaning against a tree, his rifle in hand as he stares at the Grand Tetons in the distance almost like he’s in a trance. “Joel?”
Blinking furiously, Joel shakes his head. “Sorry, you say somethin’ to me just now?” He asks in a daze, pushing away from the lodgepole pine. “We headin’ out?”
“You’ve been actin’ real strange all afternoon,” Tommy observes, walking towards him with his own gun slung over his shoulder. “Either the heat is startin’ to get to you, or you’ve got somethin’ on your mind, big brother.”
Joel hesitates. His dark eyes flit to the other side of the lake where the other members of their afternoon patrol group are refilling their canteens with water.
“S’alright,” his younger brother says. “Don’t worry ‘bout them. Can’t hear us.”
Joel’s chest heaves with a heavy sigh. “She popped.”
“Huh?”
“Her belly finally popped. She’s showin’ now.”
Amused, Tommy lightly shakes his head. “Y’shouldn’t be so surprised, Joel. Was ‘bout time,” he remarks with a shrug. “What is she—like six months along now?”
“She’ll be six months in a couple weeks.” Joel wipes the perspiration off his brow with the back of his hand and sighs once more. “Look, I ain’t stupid, Tommy. I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later, but it still caught me by surprise. When I saw her, it became real for me. She’s got my kid in there. I’m gonna be a dad again.”
“You’re scared.” It’s not a question, it’s a statement.
“Shitless,” Joel confesses, feeling his chest tighten.
“What are you afraid of?”
Joel almost laughs.
He doesn’t know where to start.
He’s afraid of everything.
“All of it, Tommy. I’m afraid for her, havin’ to give birth with no medicine,” he tells him, his voice breaking. “I’m afraid I won’t remember what to do with a newborn or that I won’t know how to help her durin’ those first few months—”
“This ain’t your first rodeo,” Tommy reminds him. “You did it once, and you did just fine, Joel.”
“That was over three fuckin’ decades ago. And it was a different world. If Sarah—” He stops, taking a second to catch his breath. The image of his daughter’s little face flashing in his mind feels like a violent punch to the gut. Even after all this time, it still knocks all of the wind out of his lungs. “When her mom had trouble breastfeedin’ her, I could head to the grocery store and buy her baby formula. If she got a real bad fever, I could load her up in the truck and drive her to the emergency room.” He glances down at his broken watch. “Besides, I was a lot younger, then. And I wasn’t half fuckin’ deaf like I am now. When Sarah would wake up cryin’ in the middle of the night because she needed a diaper change, I’d hear her. What if I can’t hear my own kid cryin’?”
“Joel—”
“I’m in my fifties. What if I can’t keep up because I’m too fuckin’ old?”
Tommy reaches out, clapping a hand onto his shoulder.
“Brother, I need you to take a fuckin’ breath,” he says, chuckling softly. “You’re puttin’ the weight of the world of your shoulders right now—you need to put some of it down. Look, we might not have everythin’ we used to before the world ended, but we make do with what we do have. Considerin’ just how many growin’ families we have and how many little ones we’ve got runnin’ around our town, I’d say it’s workin’ out pretty fuckin well.” He gives his shoulder an encouraging squeeze. “And as far as your ability to be a good dad, you’ve still got it, Joel. You know what to do, and so does she. I’ve seen her in action with my little boy, and it seems like she’s already got those maternal instincts, y’know?”
“Yeah, she does,” Joels agrees quietly, thinking of how you had stepped up to help him care for Ellie.
“Trust me, between the two of you, it’ll be alright.”
He peers at him. “You really believe I still got it in me?”
“I do.” Tommy smiles. “You never stopped knowin’ how to be a father, Joel. You’re gonna be just fine.”
Their patrol shift extends into the evening, turning into a double, and it’s late when he gets home.
“What the hell are you still doin’ up?” Joel asks when he finds Ellie sitting at the kitchen table, cursing to herself as she flips through the stale, yellowing pages of an old life science text book.
“What does it fucking look like, man?”
“Shouldn’t have waited until the last minute, kiddo—”
Ellie holds up a hand and cuts him off.
“Save the lecture for another time, dude. I’m busy.”
Joel rolls his eyes. “Finish up and get to bed. S’late.”
Without waiting for some smartass response, he turns on the heel of his boot and then heads upstairs to your shared bedroom. He flips on the lights only to find that you’re already in bed, fast asleep, wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties. He toes off his boots and leaves them by the door, being as quiet as he possibly can as he rummages through his top drawer for some clean boxers to sleep in.
He slips into the bathroom where he takes a quick, hot shower, scrubbing off that day’s sweat, dirt, and grime. After he’s dressed and his sopping wet, salt and pepper curls are haphazardly towel dried, Joel walks back out into the bedroom where he switches off the lights and climbs into bed next to you.
He lays on his side and he’s just about to close his eyes when he feels a light shift beside him. You roll over and curl into him, your belly pressing up against his curve of his spine.
He stiffens, freezing as if someone had just placed the barrel of their pistol against his back, their finger over the trigger.
Christ, get a damn grip, he thinks silently to himself.
Joel thinks about that morning in the kitchen.
He knows his reaction had hurt you. Or rather, his lack of a reaction. His shitty ways of coping aren’t your fault, and his struggle to come to terms with your pregnancy sure as hell isn’t your fault, either. He owed it to you to try harder to be the man you needed.
The man you both needed.
Joel’s train of thought comes to a screeching halt when he feels a soft flutter against his middle of his back, the spot right where your tummy is nestled—did the baby just move?
He lies still, waiting to see if he feels it again, and when he doesn’t, he rolls over to face you, causing you to stir.
“Joel?” you mumble his name, sleepily. “What time—?”
“Shh,” Joel soothes, pulling you into his bare chest. He kisses your temple. “S’okay, baby. Go back to sleep.”
He doesn’t have to tell you twice.
Within seconds, you’re asleep again, snuggled into him and snoring softly.
Lifting a hand, he hesitates, then rests it on your belly.
He waits.
And waits.
And waits.
And waits.
Until the minutes turn into hours.
Until dawn’s light filters in through the lace curtains.
Until he finally feels that little flutter again.
He feels it against the palm of his hand. Faint, nothing more than a brief whisper against his skin, but there is no mistaking it.
He’d just felt the baby’s movement.
There’s a sudden shift.
Tense muscles that had been painfully wound up since the moment you’d mentioned to him your period was a week late back in the spring loosen slightly—the breath he had been holding since he’d picked up that positive pregnancy test from the bathroom counter finally falls from his lips, fanning over yours.
His fears, his worries, his uncertainties about what lies ahead, they’re all still there, of course, but he finds they are now accompanied by a glimmer of hope, a sliver of optimism that maybe, just maybe, Joel doesn’t have to be as afraid as he is.
Joel’s eyes glaze over your face, warmth radiating in his chest when you breathe a little a sigh of content in your sleep as he gently rubs your stomach through his shirt.
With his hand still splayed over your belly, he closes his eyes and begins to drift off, falling into the most decent sleep he’s had in the last few months.
Maybe his brother’s right.
Maybe he will be just fine.
divider credit to @saradika 🤍
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