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melismaticmadness · 3 years

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CONFETTI

Description: Fluff-ish

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Warnings: Language, Talks of Sex, a little heated

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Charlie Gillespie x Reader

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After finishing my makeup, I finally felt all my nerves for tonight hit me. It was my fourth date with Charlie tonight. He might decide to never see me again after tonight, usually, fourth dates make or break it.

On top of all of that, it was New Year’s Eve. He planned to have dinner at 8pm, so if it doesn’t end well I will spend yet another New Year without a kiss at midnight. I’ve never really dated since I was working and in school at the same time, so I’ve never actually considered having someone to kiss on New Year’s Eve. Hell, Charlie was my first kiss after our second date and he (hopefully) doesn’t even know. Being an adult virgin in LA wasn’t exactly cool, but it wasn’t something I advertised. If tonight does end well, what are my plans for the night?

“Let’s not worry about that out now,” I said to myself.

The restaurant he picked is beautiful, and I want to make sure I match the vibes with my outfit tonight. Better to be overdressed than underdressed. After doing my makeup lightly and curling my hair, it’s almost time for him to pick me up.

i'm about 5 minutes away

sounds good, im almost ready. want me to meet you downstairs?

10 minutes pass, with no answer from Charlie. I don’t want to text him again especially if he’s still driving. Just as I was tossing my phone back onto the couch I heard a knock at my door.

“Hey, beautiful,” Charlie said bashfully, “sorry I didn’t answer your text. The lady was lecturing me on my flower choice as I picked my order up.”

“Oh my god, they’re beautiful!! Thank you, you didn’t have to!” I loved peonies and was shocked he remembered. I kissed him quickly as I took the flowers from his hand.

“I wanted to. You ready?”

“Yep! Let me grab my bag and a jacket, come in.” I ran to set the flowers down on my counter, grab my stuff, and go.

We were seated outdoors at the restaurant and thankfully it wasn’t a cold LA night.

It is so easy talking to Charlie. I feel like we’ve known each other since we were kids. We talked about music, and my time in college, and his experience moving to LA, things our families did for the holidays since we didn’t see each other, and other things.

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Dinner was winding down and we had talked for two hours already. Charlie didn’t order a drink because he knows how I am about driving after, and I didn’t either in solidarity. I really didn’t want the night to end here and I had no idea if he had any plans for after this so before even thinking words were coming out of my mouth.

“Char, do you want to get drinks and snacks to go back to my place? We can watch the rerun of the Times Square ball drop, or a movie or something.”

“Yeah, that would be great. I’ll pay here, want to go warm the car up?”

“Sure,” I answered as I caught his keys.

Walking to his car I started talking to myself: What were you thinking? What if he had plans for later and you just forced him to hang out with you? He’s definitely too nice to say no. What the heck happens after midnight, does he go home?! I’ve literally never had a guy in my apartment. Not a guy I liked.

He came jogging down the street to the car and we were on our way to Target to get what we needed.

The whole car ride to my place after the store, my leg was shaking from nerves and I was failing epically to hide it. I kept crossing and uncrossing my legs, pretending to fix my shoes, etc. until Charlie glanced over and grabbed my knee.

“You okay?”

“Oh yeah, I’m fine...just have to pee is all.”

“We’ll be there in like two seconds. You run up and I’ll grab our stuff.”

“Okay, yeah, thanks,” I responded. He didn’t let go of my knee though he just rested his hand there.

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At first, it was awkward, having Charlie in my apartment. We didn’t know if we should sit close on the couch, I didn’t know if I should turn the light off, take my shoes off, put something comfortable on...but we eventually figured out how to be ‘normal’ around each other.

I was snuggled up to his chest and he was lightly petting my hair. I could never move from this spot and be happy forever. He tilted my head up to face him and slowly he kissed me. The butterflies were unreal and I deepened the kiss grabbing his face.

We were not watching the movie at all now and my skirt was digging into my waist. I broke away to change how I was sitting.

“Char, I have to change out of this. I’m being suffocated in this skirt,” I laughed and he nodded, giving me a little kiss before I peeled myself away.

After putting on some cute joggers and a cropped, slouchy shirt, I was back on the couch.

“Hi, y/n.”

“Hi.”

“Do you want to pick up where we left off?”

“Mmmhm. Remind me where we were?”

“I think the dinosaurs were about to walk up to the car and scare the people…”

“Ha ha Charlie,” I said, hitting his arm, “you’re so funny.”

This time I made the move and kissed him as I settled next to him. He grabbed my arms and put them around his neck. How did I get so lucky?

Things got heated pretty quickly because the next thing I knew he was hovering over me and I was laying on the couch. He was kissing my jaw, my neck, and then my collarbones as I rubbed his back through his shirt. He was dipping lower, thanks to my loose top. As his hands moved from holding himself up on the couch to my sides and sliding up underneath my shirt, my heart was racing. Charlie was kissing me slowly, but I couldn’t catch my breath.

“Charlie...Charlie, give me a second. Sorry, can I have a second?” I whispered anxiously.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry I got carried away. We can keep watching the movie,” he said and quickly sat up.

“No, no it’s ok I just…” I trailed off. Was I really going to tell him this now? “Hi Charlie, I know it’s our fourth date and we’re adults so this normally would mean sex, but I’m a virgin and I’m not ready to have sex tonight?” I guess I had to say something. I couldn’t lead him on to think something more was going to happen here tonight.

“I need to tell you something,” I said as I pulled my legs into a pretzel position on the couch.

“Okay…?” He was taking a drink, probably to get his mind off of me being a buzzkill. “You were my first kiss…”

“I was your- your what??” Charlie sputtered, choking on his drink as he swallowed.

“I’m sorry if I should’ve told you before I was just worried that you’d think I was weird and then it happened and then you asked me on another date so I figured it couldn’t have been that bad,” I was rambling and I knew it, “but I am sorry.”

Charlie was speechless, just sitting there looking at his hands. Damn it, I messed shit up.

He took a breath, “It’s okay, please don’t be sorry. I wish you would have told me I would’ve made it special!” he laughed, “I wouldn’t have kissed you for the first time in my car!” Then he swatted at my arm playfully and I whacked his hand with a pillow.

“I didn’t want to make it a big deal! I was trying to play it cool..”

“Okay, okay. So what now? Do you wanna watch the rest of Jurassic Park?”

“No. We can keep doing what we were doing,” I smirked, “I just didn’t want to hide anything anymore and... I wanted to say I’m not ready to go all the way tonight.” I definitely rushed saying that last part.

I don’t know why I was embarrassed to say that but my reaction was to cover my face with a pillow and hide on the couch. He turned the New Year’s Eve special back on.

“That’s seriously okay. We really don’t have to do anything the rest of the night, y/n.”

“No, I wanna - if you wanna, too.”

“Oh, I want to. Don’t have to ask me twice,” and with that, he was laughing and pulling me onto his lap into a hug. “Is this ok?”

I nodded and he gave me a squeeze. How did I get so lucky? I grabbed his face and gave him a peck. Then we got back into our rhythm and he was respectfully keeping his hands on my waist.

I could tell he was nervous now, so I guided him to lay down this time and I hovered over him.

“You good?” I asked.

“Mmhmm.”

It was my turn to do a bit of exploring. Charlie’s face is the cutest and I couldn’t get enough. Kissing down his nose, over both his cheeks, his chin, his jaw, and down his neck. I’m doing my thing and he pulled my shirt to have me lay on his chest. I was happy and felt like I was in heaven. Glancing at his watch, I could see that it was 11:58pm.

“Hey, want to watch some fireworks at midnight out the big window? Grab a drink.”

“C’mon, of course, I do.”

We got up, took our drinks, and I led him to the window in my room because it has a great view of the city and the hills beyond.

“Less than a minute, y/n. Are you ready?”

“Oh yeah. I wish we had like 2021 glasses or hats or something, lol.”

“I am one step ahead of you,” Charlie said as he pulled to confetti poppers out of his pocket.

“Charlie Gillespie. How the hell? When did you get these?”

“Target is a magical place.”

We heard the TV start the countdown and we joined in. Midnight hit and Charlie pulled me to his chest and kissed me harder than ever before.

He looked down at me with his warm eyes and said, “Happy New Year, babe.”

“Happy New Year, Char.”

“Ready?” On the count of three, we pulled the string releasing all the confetti and screaming Happy New Year.

“This might be cheesy to ask, but do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

“Hmm, I’ll have to think about it…” I joked, “my head is still buzzing from that kiss.”

“Oh shut the hell up and kiss me before I have to drive home.”

And with that, we were making out and backing up to my bed. My legs hit the edge and somehow Charlie smoothly laid me down and was playing with my hair.

“You know this has been a great night, I don’t want you to go.”

“I mean, I don’t have to...I won’t push you. I can even sleep on the couch.”

“Or you can sleep here…” I didn’t want to torture or tease him, but falling asleep in his arms would be amazing.

“I think we can make that work..” Charlie smiled, “oh, and you’ve got confetti in your hair.”

The first night of 2021 and it’s already the best night of the year.

#charlie gillespie imagine #charlie gillespie #charles gillespie #jatp #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson

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malachaiparkerimagines · 4 years

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okay but like could you please indulge all of us and write a fluffy (and smutty if you like👀) imagine/drabble about being quarantined with kai? 🥺 i would love u forever

yes i love this i love you (smut)

Being quarantined with Kai didn’t seem like a great idea at first, you loved him more than anything but you knew he didn’t like being cooped up at home for too long, it practically drove him insane.

He seemed to be coping well though, the years of being alone in a prison world made quarantine seem easier almost like it was normal. It also helped that he wasn’t completely alone and constantly hovered around you, determined to make the most of the time alone.

You were snuggling with Kai on the couch, he’d managed to convince you to watch the Disney movies he missed out on as a kid and it was cute to watch him indulge in his childish side.

Your back was against his chest and his arms hung loosely around your waist, his fingertips drawing small shapes across your stomach. You moved around slightly, your back becoming stiff after leaning against Kai’s hard chest for a while but before you got the chance to properly get comfortable Kai was pulling you against his chest tightly, his head falling into your neck.

“Kai?” you mumbled, trying to turn in his grasp but failing as his grip only grew tighter. You realised his intentions when he began to leave soft kisses on your neck and felt a growing bulge digging into your lower back.

“M’bored.” he mumbled, his head finally retreating from your neck. He quickly flipped you over, his large form hovered over yours and his dark eyes trailed over your features.

Your hands linked at the nape of his neck, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you stared up at him. You tugged at his neck slightly to pull him down, it didn’t take him long to get the message and he kissed you almost instantly.

The kiss grew heated quickly, Kai’s hips ground into yours as yours bucked up to meet the movements. He slowly pulled away from the kiss, his hand coming up to rest on your neck and the other was used to hold him up.

His cold rings contrasted against your hot neck, his eyes scanned your face with an intensity Kai rarely directed at you. Your wide doe eyes drove him crazy and the control he had with his hand on your neck only turned him on more.

It took him a second to come back to reality, his lips returning to your neck and he quickly began sucking dark hickies into your neck. His hand trailed down to your loose joggers, his hand sliding past the waistband and into your underwear.

His fingers slipped through your folds and began rubbing slow circles against your clit, whimpers escaped your mouth and Kai was revelling in it. A growing smirk was evident as he left wet kisses along your neck, his fingers never once faltering.

“So wet for me.” he whispered as he sucked at your ear lobe. You were writhing and whimpering beneath him and Kai was revelling in it, he loved every moan and gasp that escaped you.

“Kai, need more, please,” you whimpered, you were so close but you needed more and you knew Kai was holding back.

“Beg.”

It took you a few moments to process his demand but you were desperate so it only took you a few seconds to obey.

“Kai please, I’ll do whatever you want. I just need to cum, please,” you mumbled, the words strung together between moans as Kai increasingly rubbed your clit harder and faster.

“Good girl.”

It was a matter of moments before Kai’s fingers had slipped inside you and he began curving his fingers to hit your spot as his thumb rubbed circles against your clit.

You writhed and whimpered beneath him as you finally fell over the edge, moans echoed through the room as Kai began to slow down whilst staring at you in complete awe.

“Fuck me, please,” you mumbled after finally coming back down.

Kai immediately pulled your joggers down your legs, leaving you exposed and leaving Kai drooling over the mess he’d made between your legs. He pushed himself off you for a moment, pushing his joggers and boxers down just below his hips, his cock springing out.

Almost immediately he was hovering over you again, his eyes meeting yours as if to ask permission and as soon as you nodded he was positioning himself before slowly thrusting into you. His forehead met yours, a low groan emitting from his throat as your eyes fell closed and a moan escaped you.

His thrusts were slow and deep, your walls closed tightly around him and you could feel every movement and the way his cock throbbed inside of you.

“God, you’re so fucking good for me,” he moaned, his hips angled perfectly to reach the spot that made you writhe. His hand slipped down between you and he began to rub circles against your clit again causing you to clench around him.

“Kai, oh my god,” you moaned, your legs wrapped around him pulling him impossibly closer.

Kai’s hips began to speed up as you grew closer, every thrust causing you to moan and whimper and the way you were clenching around him made him desperate to cum inside you.

“Need you to cum for me baby,” he mumbled, his voice strained as his cock began to pound into you, desperate to make you cum beneath him.

The familiar knot in your stomach finally snapped and your whole body was shaking as you came, you walls helplessly clenching around Kai’s cock leading to him painting your walls with his cum.

After you had both calmed down he pulled out of you, his cum dripping out of you as he ran to the bathroom to grab a towel to clean you up. Gently, he ran the damp towel through your folds, carefully considering you were still sensitive.

“Wanna watch another movie?” he asked as he pulled your joggers back up your legs and helped you stand from your position on the couch.

“Sure,” you giggled, wondering how he was so normal after fucking.

“Okay, go pee and I’ll find a good one.” he smiled, reaching over for the remote and deciding that being home all the time wasn’t such a bad thing.

#kai parker #kai Parker imagines #malachai parker #kai Parker smut #kai Parker drabble #drabble #smut #tvd smut #the vampire diaries

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bittysvalentines · 4 years

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To @mia-wiah

From @wrathofthestag

Message: Happy Bitty Valentine’s! A little domestic future Zimbits that revolves around snow. I hope you like it, @mia-wiah <3

“Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person” ― Sylvia Plath

“Jack... Jack”

“Hmm?”

“It's snowing.”

“Yeah.”

“A lot.”

“Right on.”

“No, I’m serious. I mean like a lot.”

Jack, who still had his eyes closed, reached over to Bitty's side of the bed and pouted when he felt it was empty. He opened his eyes and slowly sat up as he stretched while he loudly yawned.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he looked over to Bitty, who peered out their bedroom windows.

“Look at this,” he said as he pointed at the windows.

Jack pulled on his jogging pants and padded over toward Bitty. Sure enough, everything was white. Fluffy snow blanketed everything as far as the eye could see. Their backyard grill was almost completely covered, and it was still coming down.

"This is a lot more than what the news predicted," Bitty said, shaking his head.

"Guess it's a good thing we don't have to be anywhere. Come back to bed, Bits."

“Look at it,” Bitty said in disbelief.

Jack draped himself over Bitty and brought him in tight for a hug, chest to back.

“Come back to bed,” he accentuated each word with a kiss to BItty’s neck, then padded back to the bed.

Bitty took one more look at the snow, then back at his sleepy grinning husband and figured there were definitely worse ways to weather the storm.

Bitty started the coffee brewing, and Jack entered the room in full-on lumberjack gear with a flannel shirt, some long underwear, thick wool socks, and what Jack liked to refer to as his “favorite toque.”

Bitty’s heart fluttered as he took Jack in with wide eyes.

“Aren’t you looking like a winter wonderland?”

Jack laughed and took the mug Bitty offered him.

“Bits, that was terrible―like, even for us, that was bad.”

Bitty chuckled. “Yeah, not my finest moment.”

“So, I’m going to go shovel, and then do we want to make some waffles and bacon?”

Bitty smiled. “I love how you say ‘we’ when what you’re really saying is ‘Can you please make some waffles and bacon.’”

Jack kissed Bitty.

“Can you please make some waffles and bacon?” he said sweetly.

“Get outta here, you schmoozer, and go shovel.”

Jack laughed as he returned to the bedroom to finish getting dressed.

They weren’t looking to buy a house, not yet. Jack’s contract was up soon, and they didn’t feel it would be wise to buy a place if they were going to end up moving. Providence loved Jack, but he wasn’t naive. He knew it didn’t mean anything when it came time for contracts and potential trades.

Once his contract had been renewed (“Seriously, Jack. The only way you’d ever leave the Falconers is by your own choice,” George had said afterward), Jack and Bitty let themselves start looking. Just a little bit…

One day, Bitty was perusing real estate online, and there it was, a quiet, unassuming home in Fox Point. It was a sunny historic cottage built in the late 1800s. The realtor had charmed them with the open floor plan and two-story addition. The fireplaced living room, vaulted ceilings, and gourmet kitchen only sweetened the deal.

“You can walk to everything from here,” their realtor, Melissa, had said, “but it still has a small neighborhood feel.”

The history buff in Jack fell in love with the home’s past and Bitty, well, he fell in love with its future, picturing themselves growing old together in that home.

“Do you like it?” Jack asked quietly as they stood in the kitchen while Melissa gave them some privacy.

“Do you?”

“Bits,” Jack asked again, “do you like it?”

“Jack, I love it. It has a red door!”

“Then I guess it’s ours,” Jack said as he grinned while Bitty jumped into his arms.

They moved in a few months later, after a couple of final renovations.

“How did we have this much stuff in the apartment?” Jack asked. “How?”

“Mama finally had the rest of my stuff shipped here. The trophies, books, old clothes, baby clothes, costumes, everything,” Bitty said as he polished MooMaw’s silver platter and gently placed it on the counter.

“Was she in cahoots with maman? I just got some boxes of stuff, too,” Jack said, bewildered, as he unpacked old hockey gear from his pee wee days. “I don’t need this,” he said as he held up an old skate with broken laces. “Do I?”

Bitty laughed. “Aw, what about our kids?”

Jack looked at his skate and smiled. “We’ll get them new ones.”

He tossed it aside and pulled out some more books from the box. “Also, I like that subtle segue into the topic of parenthood.”

“It’s not subtle or unsubtle; it’s just practical talk, Mr. Zimmermann. I mean, it’s not like we’re going to have kids tomorrow. Maybe in a couple years we’ll see.”

Jack looked at his husband, who unpacked various kitchen odds and ends and smiled as he did. They had talked about children in the past, peripherally, but they had talked about it. Now, being married with a house of their own and feeling settled… it seemed like a real possibility.

“Soon, Bits. Soon.”

Once every dish was finally in place, every book, every cushion, every trophy just so, the very first snowfall of the year began.

“We’re home,” Bitty said as they sat in the window seat, eating pizza, and quietly watching the snow come down.

“Yeah, we are,” Jack said as he smiled and watched Bitty admire the newly fallen snow.

That was two years ago.

“What are you doing out here?”

Jack stopped shoveling when he saw Bitty approaching. He was dressed in his full winter wear, which included an enormous down parka―which Jack continuously chirped him about―a thick knitted cap, and a scarf which wrapped around his neck twice.

“I came to help,” he said.

“But you hate shoveling,” Jack said. A huff of frosty air came from his mouth.

“But I love you, so,” Bitty shrugged, “it all evens out.”

“The salt is still in the garage. Wanna get it?”

“Aye-aye, Captain,” Bitty said with a salute.

After a while, Bitty seemed to get in the groove, salting their walkway when all of a sudden, he screamed as a colossal snowball landed right in his face.

“Jack Laurent Zimmermann! I’m going to kill you!”

Jack laughed as Bitty began to chase him around their backyard, still wiping snow out of his eyes. His scarf flapped in the wind behind him.

“You’ll make an adorable widower!”

When Bitty finally caught up to him, he jumped onto Jack’s back and pulled him down onto a massive pile of snow.

“You are such a stinker!”

“You should have seen the look on your face, Bittle,” Jack said.

“Was it anything like this?” Bitty asked as he threw a mound of snow onto Jack’s face.

The two laughed and wrestled, each one turning them both to pin the other down, until Jack finally pulled a dirty move and licked Bitty’s face.

When Bitty rolled off him, swearing up a storm, Jack was laughing so hard, he could barely breathe.

Half an hour later, they came back inside. Jack and Bitty shook the snow off their boots and bodies, in the back mudroom, and hung up their coats.

“I’m going to change because my husband is a hooligan, and then I’m going to make myself some waffles and bacon.”

Jack smirked, a piece of snow still clung to his beard, “Guess I’ll just sit sadly and watch you eat.”

Bitty winked. “I guess you will.”

Jack pulled off his sweatshirt and tossed it on the couch as he went straight to the kitchen. He took out the eggs, milk, bacon, and the giant glass mixing bowl. He turned on the oven to 400° and washed his hands.

“Should I make all the bacon?” Jack called out.

“Yeah,” Bitty replied as he entered the kitchen. “I’m starving.”

“More coffee?”

“Mmm, yes, please,” Bitty said as he took out the waffle maker.

The two worked in quiet unison, each one familiar with the other’s breakfast dance. Jack paused to admire the snowfall, still going, then paused once again to admire Bitty. He wore an old Falconer’s t-shirt and his well-worn Samwell joggers. The back of his hair stuck up in a million little pieces.

Jack looked at Bitty’s bare feet and smiled.

“It doesn’t seem like the snow is going to stop anytime soon, does it?” Bitty said. He cracked

two eggs into the bowl and stilled when he saw Jack watching him closely. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Jack put down the coffee filter and walked over to Bitty in two long strides. He took him in his arms and smiled.

“Look at you, in your pajamas, always making our house feel like a home even in the coldest, wintry days…”

“Yeah?”

“I think we should do it, Bits.”

“Do what?”

“Should we finally start a family?”

“Really?” Bitty asked so quietly, Jack barely heard him.

“Yes. I mean, if you’re ready. If you’re ready, I’m ready, and if you’re not, we can wait… but...”

Bitty looked at Jack, then jumped onto his back like he did outside in the snow, and began laughing. “I cannot believe you! You spring this on me when I look like this?”

“What does that have anything to do with it?”

“It has everything to do with it, you moose!”

The two began to laugh some more, already dreaming of small bare feet running in their kitchen, as snow falls outside all around them.

#bv2020 #bitty's valentines #bittyjack #omg check please!#check please fandom

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beanfic · 4 years

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Friendsgiving

Pairing: Tyler Joseph x Reader

Word count: 2114

Warnings: Some mentions of alcohol and fluff!

Author’s note: I decided to write a fic in honor of thanksgiving! You know, friends just being thankful for each other and enjoying each others company! Hope you enjoy!

“TYLER!” you shouted from the bottom of the stairs with your arms crossed and foot tapping as you waited for your boyfriend to come peeking around the corner.

“Yes, my love?”

“The turkey is still not defrosted and people are going to be coming over soon! We are in charge of the main dish!” You were flailing your arms around as you were speaking frantically. You and Tyler had decided to host a Friendsgiving and because you were hosting that meant you two were in charge of the turkey.

“It’s going to be fine! I have it all under control! I really need to take a shower, okay?” He stood at the top of the stairs in just a pair of sweatpants, his black tattoos contrasting against his porcelain white skin.

“You need to tan,” you giggled. Tyler shook his head and disappeared back into the bedroom. The turkey sat on the counter just mocking you. It was a 20-pound turkey and you had put it in the fridge about five days ago, but you should have put it in earlier apparently.

“Alexa, how do you defrost a turkey fast?” you called out to your Alexa that was on the kitchen counter.

“You can try a quick cold-water thaw to defrost your turkey faster,” it said in its a monotone voice. You had never even heard of that, so you did a quick google search. It seemed like it was going to cut it close, but it was better than not having any turkey for Friendsgiving.

Tyler was still upstairs getting ready while you were putting the finishing touches on the decorations downstairs. The dining room table had a gold tablecloth on it and you had cut out leaves to decorate the table.

You checked your list of what everybody was bringing. Josh and Jordan were in charge of bringing stuffing and mashed potatoes, Maddy and Brett were bringing pumpkin pie and vegetables, Zack and Tatum were bringing cranberry sauce and rolls, and lastly, Brad and Mark were bringing some appetizers. Jay was invited but he had plans with his girlfriend.

“How do I look?” Tyler’s voice called out, making you spin around. He stood in the entryway to the kitchen with his arms held out to show off his outfit. He was wearing a red and black flannel with black joggers. His hair was still wet from his shower and he smelled like aftershave.

“Handsome,” you answered. You gave him a quick peck on the lips as you headed up the stairs for your turn to get ready. “Make sure to follow the instructions I laid out for the turkey!”

“I will! You can trust me, Y/N, this isn’t my first turkey!”

“It’s your first twenty-pound turkey!”

“True, now go get ready!” Tyler shooed you and you couldn’t help but laugh. You couldn’t understand how Tyler was so calm about hosting the dinner. You were a nervous wreck, but hopefully, the shower would help ease the nerves.

Once you got out of the shower the savory aroma of a cooking turkey filled your nostrils and your mouth began to instantly water. You smiled to yourself knowing that Tyler had successfully dressed the turkey and put it in to cook.

Thanksgiving called for a burgundy sweater with jeans, something casual but nice. You styled your hair so that it was out of your face and you with a finishing touch of chapstick you were ready to head downstairs.

“Look at you!” Tyler’s eyes lit up when he saw you enter the dining room. He rushed over and wrapped his arms around your waist and smothered you with tiny kisses.

“Ty! Stop!” you giggled, trying to escape his hold.

“I just can’t believe you’re mine!”

“Well I am, can you please let go of me?”

“Yes.” Tyler released his hold but gave you one last kiss on the cheek.

“I’m so thankful for you, Ty!”

“I’m thankful for you too, Y/N. You are truly the best thing to happen to me!”

“Not true,” you said stubbornly. “Josh is the best thing because without him there would be no twenty one pilots!”

“You do have a point but you both are the most important things in my life!”

“Good,” you smiled. “The turkey smells so good!”

“Right? I’m starving, but people should be showing up soon.” Tyler looked at his apple watch. “Josh and Jordan said that they are almost here.”

“Good! I’m going to go light some candles so that the rest of the house can smell good too!” You grabbed a lighter and went on a lighting adventure.

The doorbell rang while you were towards the back of the house, and you quickly recognized the voices at Josh and Jordan’s.

“Y/N!” Jordan called out as he met you halfway in the kitchen. “How are you!”

You wrapped your arms around him for a hug, “I’m good! You?”

He shrugged, “School has been rough but it’s almost winter break!”

“That’s true! Where is Josh?”

“Tyler and he were getting the food out of the car. I have to pee so if you excuse me I am going to go find the little boys room.”

“You do that,” you chuckled. Tyler and Josh finally reentered the kitchen, now with food.

“Hey, Y/N!” Josh greeted you with a side hug as he was still carrying the food in.

“Hey, my dude!” Once he put the food down you gave him a fist bump, your usual greeting. Josh was probably your closest friend.

“These mashed potatoes are delicious,” Tyler mumbled with his mouth full.

“Ty-LER!” you groaned, giving his shoulder a swat. “It’s not dinner time!”

“Thanks, I made them myself!” Josh boasted.

“Doubt it,” Tyler responded.

“Shuddup.”

“Never.”

“Loser.”

“Sure.”

“Yep,” Josh ended the tiny argument. You just rolled your eyes as you headed to the front door. You had heard a car door, signaling that more people were arriving. Mark and Brad were walking towards the door, so you swung it open to welcome them.

“Happy Friendsgiving!” you exclaimed. They followed you to the kitchen where everyone hugged and welcomed each other. Jordan was back from the bathroom, popping open a beer to drink.

“Does anyone want apple cider?” Tyler asked.

“I want alcohol!” Mark snickered.

“Alcoholic apple cider,” Brad added.

“That sounds good,” Jordan laughed.

“We are not having anyone drinking and driving tonight, so if you aren’t having apple cider make sure you have a DD,” you said. Tyler caught your glance and gave you a thumbs up. The doorbell rang once again, but Josh was the one to go open it. It was Tyler’s siblings and their significant others. They all shuffled into the kitchen to place the food down, which included the appetizers.

“Food!” Josh announced and everyone clapped and cheered.

“Don’t get too full because dinner will be in about an hour!” Tyler chimed in.

Conversations filled the room, some about the excitement of the tour that might be happening soon, others about Christmas, and Jordan and you were having a detailed conversation about the best Christmas movies.

“Tyler! Come on over here,” you called out to your boyfriend. He excused himself from the conversation he was having with his brother and sister-in-law to join you and Jordan.

“What’s up?”

“Jordan here thinks that Home Alone is superior to Elf!”

“Which Home Alone exactly?”

“Home Alone one of course!” Jordan smirked. “The best movie to ever exist.”

“I’m going to have to go with Y/N on this one, Elf is the number one Christmas movie.”

“I can’t believe you! Elf is so cheesy!” Jordan insisted.

“And home alone isn’t cheesy?”

“I mean, yes, but c’mon!”

“Jordan, it’s okay,” you giggled.

“I just can’t believe!” you both laughed about the argument, finally agreeing to disagree.

Tyler and you set the table and got thanksgiving dinner ready with the help from Maddy and Brett, which also allowed you to catch up with them. You hadn’t seen Maddy in a long time, and you had missed her. She was like the sister that you always wanted, and you definitely went to her anytime Tyler would get on your nerves.

“Dinner is served!” Tyler boomed. He looked pleased with himself when he would look over at the dining room table. The turkey sat in the middle, some of it cut already, and the stuffing inside it. A bowl of boxed stuffing was also available too, right next to the gravy and mashed potatoes.

You sat down with your glass of apple cider, and you quickly served yourself. It was nice to have everyone sit around the table, passing along the food, and having conversations to get caught up with each other.

About halfway through dinner, Tyler took his fork and tapped it a few times against his glass to get everyone’s attention.

“I just wanted to say thank you to everyone for coming out for this Friendsgiving! You all mean so much to me, and I’m just so thankful to have each and every one of you in my life!”

“We love you Tyler!” Jordan sang, lifting his glass for a toast.

“To Tyler and Y/N!” Josh added. Everyone repeated it and took a swig of their drink.

“Now, for tradition, everyone will go around and say what they are thankful for this year!” Tyler ordered. “Y/N, you go first!”

“Okay,” you mumbled. “I am thankful for my family and friends, my house, and this sexy man I get to kiss.”

“Disgusting,” Maddy teased.

“She’s right, I am pretty sexy,” Tyler wiggled his eyebrows.

“That’s enough,” you giggled. “Tatum you’re next!”

“I’m thankful for meeting Zack so I could join this crazy family and make such amazing friends!”

“Zack is pretty cool,” Tyler added, but you embowed him to make him be quiet.

“My turn?” Zack asked and everyone nodded. “I’m thankful for joco hope and how the business is growing!”

“Joco hope is pretty cool too!” Tyler, once again, added.

“Tyler! It is not your turn!” you groaned.

“Maddy you’re next!” you said, trying to hurry it along.

“I am thankful for my job, my dog, and will!”

“Wow, what about us? Not cool!” Tyler frowned.

“Shuddup!” Maddy chuckled.

“Will?”

“I’m thankful for family and friends!” he said shyly.

“See! Will is cool!” Tyler threw his hands up, almost knocking over your glass of apple cider.

“Careful, Ty! Okay, Jordan your turn!”

“I am thankful for so many things this year but I think the biggest one is all my fans on social media!”

Josh laughed, “Those fans are from us!”

“But they still support me!” Jordan shot back.

“Doesn’t really matter where the fans come from, as long as they support you that’s all that matters!” Brad added. Everyone nodded with agreement.

“See, this is why Brad is cool!”

“Tyler!” you buried your face in your hands. He was going to drive you mad.

“My turn!” Josh announced. “I am thankful for Tyler, he is one cool dude, and I am thankful for the clique, of course, and I am thankful for golden retrievers for existing!”

“Heck yeah!” Tyler shot his fist in the air with triumph.

“Brad, your turn!”

“I am thankful for everyone's cooking,” he said with his mouth full.

“That’s it?”

“Yep.”

“Alright,” you giggled. You looked over at Mark.

“I’m thankful for cameras.”

“Wow, you guys are very thankful this year, huh?” Josh teased and everyone laughed.

“Okay, Tyler, your turn!” Everyone turned and looked over at him. He had this smug look on his face, and you were worried about what was about to come out of his mouth.

“I am thankful for my family and friends, of course, but this year I want to put an emphasis on the band. I truly wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for Josh and the music and the clique. I know this is cheesy, but I really needed to say it. They keep me going and I couldn’t be more thankful.” He looked over towards you and you nodded with a smile. You were so proud of him.

“Another toast?” Jordan asked, breaking the silence.

“To Tyler!” This time it was you who shot their glass up first. Everyone followed and said Tyler’s name in unison.

***

“This was a good thanksgiving,” Tyler whispered into your ear as he lay next to you on the couch. Everyone had left for the night, and it was just the two of you now. You had put on pajamas, and turned on a movie.

“Yeah, it really was.”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Tyler.” You rested your head on his shoulder.

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eye-raq · 5 years

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P**SY RIDING FACE

😂😂😂😂

I’m forreal y’all I wrote this shit out today on Wattpad so tell me what y’all thinking 👀👀 there may be grammatical errors but whatever.

As y’all can clearly see, Erik’s mouth (Bakari) whatever lol is a SEAT. So... what if his girl comes home and she sees that mouth, and wants to make it a seat 😨😨

WARNINGS: Anyways keep reading it’s smutty like always.

Synopsis: you come home with a little liquid courage, seeing Erik sleep on the couch. That mouth look good enough to sit on.

Warnings: smutty smut.

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"Erik?"

She came home from an outing with her family, drunk as hell with her dress half way off her body. Her pressed hair messy, laying against her shoulders, heeled feet causing her toes to swell.

"Erik come help me! Please baby! I'm tired."

She began to pout, walking with a waddle into the living room of their home, pretty brown face scrunched up. She stopped near the entrance to the living room, leaning against the wall to take off her shoes. She successfully removes one, but as she tried to remove the other she fell back on her butt.

"OWWEE!." She cries, her vision foggy and head spinning. Finally gaining strength, she leans up off the ground, removing her other shoe. As she got up from the floor, a loud snore came from the couch. She looked up to find Erik ass laying on his back, mouth hanging open with drool. He was about to fall off the damn couch, Naruto playing on TV. She placed her hair behind her ear, studying his face.

He looked so at peace, his moist mouth open and eyes closed with those long lashes touching the tops of his cheeks. She walks over towards him, damn near bumping into the coffee table, taking a seat right next to his bare feet. Erik hated to have his feet touched, they were very very ticklish. She reaches out to stroke him on his left foot with her fingers, feeling the manicured nails and smooth clear skin.

"You got some pretty ass feet babe."

He, of course, didn't respond, still knocked out.

She trails her eyes up towards his crotch, his dick print visible in his Jean joggers. She bites her lip, before her eyes trailed up his scar covered abdomen and chest, to that rough patch of hair on his chin, and then finally falling on his lips.

Those fucking lips.

She practically moans.

She reaches out to stroke his bottom lip. It was pouty and soft, no dryness just soft and wet from his spit. His upper lip was just as tantalizing, all pink but sort of dark in the corners from smoking. Those golds on his bottom canine teeth gleamed and his pink tongue slightly jumped in his sleep.

"Erik, it's me, Kyla. Wake up chump."

She got close to his mouth, taking her lips to kiss him lightly on his bottom lip.

"Mmm baby, wake up. I need you to help me out this dress."

No motion. Her limbs were tired and heavy, and her pussy was wet. It was so wet that when she rubbed her thighs together, she could feel it slip and slide along her panties.

"Erik look."

She takes one of his hands, moving it to her pussy. As she spreads her legs, his limp hand rested firmly on her pussy, the entire outer crotch area soaked like she went to the bathroom on herself.

"You see what you did to me baby." She whispers.

A thought came to her, right as she looked at those lips again. If he wasn't going to wake up from this, he was sure to wake up from what she had in store. Kyla lifts from the couch, taking her panties off quick, tossing them on the other side of the table. She pulls her dress up to her waist, tip toeing over towards his head. Kyla crawls onto the couch above his head, both legs practically straddling his face. Her body crouches down directly over his lips, her pussy lining up perfectly with his warm mouth. She could feel his snoring breaths touch her pussy and that alone made her quiver.

Taking things at a slow pace, Kyla dips lower, the top of her clit brushing against Erik's upper lip. This caused her to take a hand full of his dreads, finally resting her pussy flat against his lips.

That did it.

Erik's eyes opened wide in shock, his hands flailing before reaching up to grip her small neck. She could laugh at his expression right now but the humming from his mouth as he tried to speak had her shaking.

"Ah, fuck that mouth." She moans.

"Mxckxndkssk" that's what Erik sounded like, the grip on her neck still firm and unmoving.

"Baby, I can explain." The liquor guided Kyla as she moves in a slow circle over his lips. Erik's mouth was hung open from sleep so of course his tongue would move and swipe over her clit a few times.

"I came home, calling out for you and you didn't answer me. I found you snoring on the couch looking oh so delectable daddy and I couldn't help.."

Erik's mouth tried to close, his eyebrows creased with anger, but what he didn't realize was that Kyla's Pussy was extra sensitive and no matter what he did, she would moan and grind his lips.

"Daddy that felt so good don't stop."

She dug her fingers into his hair even harder, causing his eyes to squeeze shut from the tension. He brings his other hand up to yank her hair, causing her neck to bend in an awkward position.

"Daddy you better not stop." She instructed, her hand pulling his head back, making his mouth hanging open. His lower lip hung at the bottom of her pussy, his upper lip latched right above her clit. His jaws were sunken in and the murderous gleam in his eyes made her cry out.

"You better not fucking stop, make my pussy cum."

With that Erik started ferociously eating her pussy, sucking on the entire thing like he wanted to drink her from dehydration. Her eyes damn near left her sockets, hips rolling over his mouth in a quick grinding motion.

"Mmmmm, Kyla." She could make out her name as it vibrates against her swollen pink flesh.

"Daddy I can't make out what you saying, that mouth is stuffed with my pussy."

She lifted from his mouth, watching as he gasped for air desperately. His eyes were low and lustful, that mouth and beard covered in her juices.

"You nasty bitch. How fucking dare you wake me up like that?! I could have fucking killed you!" He was right, her larynx would have been snapped in two with what she pulled. She knew how Erik was and for her to sneak up on him like that caught him off guard.

Erik's eyes kept flipping from her pussy that was directly in his eyes to her flushed face, the Carmel skin heated up.

"You nasty little FUCKING slut. You want this pussy ate? I'll eat it alright, but you ain't cumin' until I tell you to. If you so much as cum in my fucking mouth, you ain't getting this dick, and I remember how yo' ass was crying this morning about needing your back blown out from all different angles!"

Kyla did it. She looked frantic, Erik's hand still on her throat. Her liquor euphoria began to dissolve, and now she regretted waking him up while riding his face.

"Now bring that pussy back to my mouth. Daddy hungry too."

Kyla did as she was told, bringing her pussy back to Erik's mouth, damn near sobbing from the way he sucked on her clit. It was so damn good, her hands almost ripping Erik's hair from his scalp. Erik made a few humming noises, hands in her hair now giving her the same treatment.

"Mmhm mhmm." Was all he said. She could feel the pressure as if she wanted to pee, her legs shaking on either side of his head.

"Daddy it's..." She clamped her mouth shut, lifting from his mouth. Erik held her pussy open for him to see, staring at how swollen it was, ready to fucking pop.

"You were this fucking close to cumin' in my fucking mouth. You better not do it Ky."

She took that warning, swallowing spit nervously before allowing him to bring her back towards his mouth with both of his hands gripping her ass firm. Erik sucked like he was eating out of a dog bowl, spit flying and loud smacking noises.

"Oh, shit daddy don't stop daddy don't stop!"

Kyla had to let go of Erik's hair, gripping the couch now. Her head was still tilted in an awkward position, Erik's fingers never letting up. Erik had his eyes wide on her, his nose flared and scrunched, keeping a firm hold on her. Her head lulled back and forth as if she were nauseous, eyes in slits, mouth hanging open. She gripped at the leather, legs shaking before letting out a whimper, lifting from his mouth again.

The pressure build from edging was beginning to be too much for her. It felt like the liquid had built up an intense force against the walls of her pussy like the walls of a damn. She had to keep still as her eyes stared down at the smug expression on Erik's face. If she made one motion, she felt like she would cum all over this man's face.

"You look like you had enough Kyla."

"Yes, daddy."

"Too bad I'm not buying that shit. You wanna come in here all drunk making me suffocate, then I'm gonna make you suffer."

Erik lifted his head, frantically flicking her clit with his tongue. Kyla scrambles, jumping back from Erik on the couch. She felt a little bit of liquid escape her pussy, wetting her inner thighs and she hoped he didn't catch it. Erik lifts from the couch quick, grabbing her ankles, bringing them up and to her ears.

"Hold them legs like this so I can finish chowing down." He laughed at that, watching with humor as Kyla lifts her legs, pussy practically smiling at him.

"I think daddy edged you enough, it's time to quench my thirst."

Erik got on his knees, taking no time to alternate between tongue fucking her and sucking on her clit, all while keeping her open for him to reach every single spot. She started her usual talk when she was close.

"Daddy right there daddy yes."

"Get it daddy please omg."

"You better not quit daddy make me cum."

"Make this pussy cum nigga!"

With that last bit, she let out a scream, squirting right in Erik's mouth. He tried to drink every drop but of course, not all reached the back of his throat.

"So fucking good girl damn!" He slaps her ass cheeks, then slaps her pussy earning a whimper.

"Now sit up, and turn around, I'm fucking you.

She lifted up, turning, getting her arch ready for him. Erik pulls down his jeans, his hard dick pointing up towards her pussy. She felt him position her better, forming a deeper arch in her back and grabbing her hips to poke her ass out more. Erik took his dick in hand, jerking it a little before rubbing the tip along her wet pussy, finally sinking into her with a satisfying moan.

"Ooooohhhh shit." He began thrusting, reaching forward with both hands to grip her hair from behind, her head painfully hyperextended towards him. Her hands reaching out to grab at the back of the couch.

"Hold still." Was all he said before pounding away. The sound of their sex was loud and obnoxious, her mouth hanging open as he gave her stroke after stroke. She was a moaning mess, Erik's thrusts not letting up, aimed to punish her with his dick.

"Damn, this some good pussy." He sounded out between each stroke. After that, the only sounds that could be heard were Kyla's moans. Erik let go of her hair then, pulling her up by her chin, bending to stroke her harder. Kyla frantically held onto the back of the couch, her eyes squeezed shut. Erik stilled his motions, taking his foot to part her legs further. He slowly stroked, but each stroke was forceful.

"I'm fucking this pussy like my life depended on it." He spoke into her ear.

*stroke* yes *stroke* fuck yes *stroke* ahhh fuck.

She could feel every inch of him. Her body going limp as his speed picked up again, her eyes watering. She was about to be on cum number three.

"Errrik." She spoke with struggle.

"What?" He kept going.

"Eeeeee." She begged.

"Wassup Ky? That's all you can get past those pretty lips is my name? Nothing else? No fuck me harder or make me cum daddy?"

"Eee. Erik pleackcmd..." she choked on her last words from the grip Erik had on her chin.

"WHAT KY!? Please what? I can't understand mumble"

"My pussy cumin'" she cries.

"Yeah yeah, take this dick." He spoke nonchalantly. Kyla whimpers Daddy, and I'm cumin. Finally, she cums, her pussy creaming Erik's dick, turning it white.

"SHIT. Look at that whipped cream."

Erik pulls his dick out, turning Kyla around. He pushes his dick against her lips.

"Clean me." Kyla took him into her mouth, trying to use her hands but Erik pushes them away.

"Nope, hold still."

He palms the sides of her pretty face, thrusting forwards rough, his dick hitting the back of her throat. She kept her eyes on him like he liked, her eyes red and puffy, watching how his face struggled. The taste of her pussy drove her crazy, the sweet nectar and cream lining her tongue.

"Good girl, such a good girl." He whispers.

His face scrunches, mouth hanging open. Like when he was asleep.

"Damn that mouth Alone is about to make me buss a nut." Erik made a ponytail with her hair, just guiding her head, watching the spit build at the base of his dick, feeling it drip from his balls.

"You such a nasty good girl, you daddy's nasty good girl, you're doing great baby, stay just like that for daddy." Erik's breath came out rapidly, his head thrown back now.

"Swallow my shit." He stilled her head on his dick, earning a cough from her. He pulls her head off, watching her spit on it, putting her mouth back on his dick.

"That's right, wet and sloppy like daddy like."

Erik thrusts his hips to meet her mouth, his hands smoothing over her face in a needy way, his legs shaking.

"I'm about to buss all in your fucking mouth!" With that Erik came, Kyla feeling every drop of it hit the back of her throat. Erik pulled her mouth off, staring down at his still hard dick.

"Looks like I'm fucking you again, he still up baby."

Kyla looked like she wanted to cry.

"Fix your face girl, you brought this on yourself."

Erik sits on the couch, lifting her up to straddle him. He made her crouch over him, his lower half hanging off the couch to thrust up into her. He lifts her up by the back of her thighs like her thick ass didn't weigh much of anything. He sinks his dick into her again, damn near moaning to the heavens.

"Ahhhhh fuck!" They both say together.

Erik uses his hips to stroke up into Kyla, his strong arms still holding her up. Kyla had nowhere to run, her legs wide and her arms on Erik's shoulders. Her ass clapped against his pelvis, Erik's dick shining from how wet she was.

"Daddy ah!!!"

Erik practically growls, his hard eyes locked on hers, his hips never stopping.

"Daddy make my pussy cum, punish this fucking pussy!!"

"You know I gotta murder this pretty shit Kyla." He replies smugly.

He finally lets her down, that feeling in his belly forming again.

"Fuck this dick, and YOU better not fucking stop." Erik rests his hands behind his head, watching as Kyla held onto the couch, bouncing on his dick nonstop. She cried with every thrust, her belly tightening. She couldn't even go anymore, her motions weakening.

"You don't listen to nothing!!" He yelled.

Erik held onto her hips, thrusting up into Kyla practically drilling her.

"This how my dick supposed to be in that pussy. IM FUCKING THIS PUSSY NOW SINCE YOU DON'T WANNA LISTEN."

His face was sweaty, golds flaring, nose in a mug like he was snarling. His fingernails dig into her hips so sharp, she knew she would have whelps there in the morning.

"Guess what? I'm about to cum again. And guess where it's going? In them fucking GUTS." He thrust three more times quickly, before stilling his motions, practically yelling.

"FUCKKKKKK!!!!!!" He came hard. Kyla couldn't help but to whimper, her body feeling like a rag doll. Erik to her surprise began pumping again. She was in complete shock, this nigga was still going.

Erik couldn't let go, he wanted to make her cum one more time, and he needed her juices to mix with his.

"One more cum for daddy just one more."

"Errrik I'm sore!!." She was, but the way his dick rubbed along her insides made her skin tingle.

Erik flips her over, looking down to see his cum covered dick slide in and out of her pussy.

"I'm sure to get you pregnant now. All that cum gonna be sitting in your uterus by the time I'm finished." He smiles, still savagely killing her pussy. Kyla had her legs over his shoulders, her hips meeting his. She flexed her toes, her legs falling open wider, Erik reaching down to hold her hips in the air so he could fuck Her the proper way. She let out moan after moan after moan.

"Come on Ky I felt that, I know it's there just let me have it, girl."

And that's when she came, Erik still stroking like she wasn't sensitive. He finally pulls out, his dick dripping, her pussy sloppy and sore. She couldn't even move, her body damn near used from the assault.

Erik undresses, walking over to the door to see a bag sitting on the floor with food in it.

"Aye girl! You brought me a plate? It better be Mac and cheese on that plate too." He picks up the bag, walking to the kitchen without a backward glance at his girl laying stretched out on the couch with her legs wide.

If only she didn't bother him while he was sleeping.

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chrysolina · 6 years

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Unprepared

Ask - Can you please write a chris evans imagine when the condom breaks, and the reader ends up pregnant. And she’s not happy while chris is over the moon about it. And they kinda get into an argument - anon

Thanks for the great ask anon, I’m so sorry I changed it up a little bit still, here it is!! Hope you enjoy ((:

Summary - You had always been so careful when having sex with Chris, the prospect of being a mom always scared you lifeless. So how will everything turn out when you forget to use contraception and fall pregnant with Chris’ baby?

Word count - 3k ish (flashbacks are in italics)

Warnings - SMUT at the beginning (again +18 readers pls), crying, anxiety mentioned, bad childhood mentioned, floof, heartwarming shiit (:

M A S T E R L I S T

A quiet and deep slumber had set around the neighbourhood that was settled deep in one of the boroughs of Boston. You didn't care to know about this tranquility outside as you slept peacefully in the strong arms of your boyfriend of four years, Chris Evans.

Face resting beside his chest and his arms warming you like a human blanket, nothing could wake you from your sleep - not even Chris could wake you from your dreamful slumber.

That, however, was just what he wanted to do. He took a quick glance at your alarm clock and sighed in defeat. Being awake at 3:45am with a raging boner from a hot and heavy dream he had wasn't ideal for Chris, nor was the fact that the subject of his dreams was attached to him like a magnet to a fridge.

Chris had to do something about this, his balls were screaming with release and needed to be freed from his boxers now. He thought good and hard about his decision, he could get up to go to the toilet to find his release but you were right there before him in one of his shirts, your pussy tantalisingly close to his boner and with nothing else on underneath - how could he deny himself of some earth shattering sex with the hottest woman around?

'Fuck it.' Chris decided on what to do and began to slowly rub his straining erection up and down the inside of your thigh.

Much to Chris' delight, your brows furrowed ever so slightly and you mewled at the friction on your leg. Truth, you were also having an increasingly hot and heavy dream with your one and only. You thought this was a joke; Chris rubbing his erection up against you as you two hugged and waited for a cab outside a restaurant in Boston was just ridiculous but when your eyes fluttered open to find his hips grinding on your own - you knew this was real.

"Chris.." you mumbled out with a slight moan when his erection touched your heat. "What are you doin—mmfh" lips were on suddenly yours, silencing you in a flash. You caved in and pulled him closer to you, his erection nestled under your dripping pussy. Without much thought, the covers were pulled away and Chris lazily rolled you on top of him, shimmied his boxers off in the process; allowing his heavy, pulsation dick to spring up and hit your lower stomach with a smack.

"This," Chris smirked devilishly and positioned his tip at your lips, his length tearing you open inch by inch.

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You didn't know where this had all come from. Maybe you had eaten something bad at work? Or maybe you had a stomach bug after eating all those spring rolls from the Chinese the other night, yes that must've been it.

In your mind, there was no reason you should be throwing up the contents of your stomach every several hours..or become more fatigued than usual or be more hormonal than usual.

Before you could think of anything else, you locked the bathroom door and rummaged feverishly through the neat baskets in the cabinet behind the door.

Cumbersomely, you picked the pregnancy test box from its place and hatched it open, the contents of the box falling with a loud clatter on to the floor. In fear of waking Chris - who was just the other side of the door - you quickly picked up the contents and read through it.

"Three minutes..three minutes, got it." You mumbled to yourself, took to the toilet and began to pee on the plastic stick of doom.

You begged to whatever divine being in the skies you weren't pregnant, the thought of introducing up possible parental worries to your mix of a bad childhood, anxiety and tendency to fear the worst only made your stomach drop in terror.

You just did what you had to do, put the cap back on the stick, set the timer and left it on the sink basin.

Instead of pacing around the bathroom like most soon-to-be mothers would do, you just sat silent on the rim of your marble bath thinking rationally about the outcome.

So what if you were pregnant?

Would Chris be happy with the news?

Of course he would, he wouldn't have stopped in the Babies-R-Us section of Toys-R-Us to look at those cute baby grows last week for no good reason. Nor would he have fussed and cooed over your nephew as much as he did.

"Hey babe! Come have a look at these!" Chris caught your attention from the breastfeeding pump section and dragged you over to the baby clothes section. "Aren't they adorable?" He mused dreamily at the tiny pink frilly dresses, baby-grows and other accessories, an arm winding its way around your shoulder and pulled you into him.

"They are, yes but my brother had a boy, Chris. A boy. And besides," you rolled your eyes at the pout on his plush pink lips. "He's got loads of clothes." You laughed and pushed the trolley back to the various priced pumps, the sizes, different contraptions and names were starting to freak you out a little.

"Well what happens if one day, we could be buying some pink frilly dresses for our own little princess.." Chris mused again, this time more purposeful as he drew soft circles into your hips with his large warm hands. Like a switch, your back straightened tensely and made your mind do a double take.

"How about it Y/N?" Chris hummed into the crook of your neck as he kissed and sucked the area tentatively, hands still drawing circles on your hips - much to your displeasure.

"I would like it yes," You huffed with a slight sharpness. Chris' head rose from your neck and you could feel the smile radiate off him without looking. You didn't want to break that beautiful smile but god were you scared of parenthood.

"But I'm not quite ready yet Chris." You released yourself from his hold and went on with the baby-based shopping list for your little nephew, picking up the best sounding and looking pump and placing it in the trolley.

A unruly ringing noise sounded from your phone and broke you from your silent trance. You were rapidly quick to turn it off and then rushed straight to the sink to find out the answer on the stick.

'Breathe Y/N! Breathe! You have to breathe!’ You thought frantically to yourself as your eyelids slammed shut and you inched towards the stick, hands out in trepidation and fear.

It was at that moment that you knew that all your prayers, wishes and pleads had gone unanswered and that your life was going to change very drastically. Nobody prepared you for the moment your eyes peeled open and you saw the answer stating you dead back in the eyes, nobody told you the feeling of dread you'd feel once you saw those words displayed like a hazard sign.

It was undeniable. You were indeed three to four weeks pregnant with yours and Chris' child.

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For what could've been hours, minutes or seconds, you sat at the base of yours and Chris' bed with the positive pregnancy stick in hand. Much to your relief, Chris wasn't in the room when you opened the door with tears rolling down your cold red cheeks.

He had gone out to get the two of you some breakfast and coffee and would be back in ten, so said his note that sat on the semi-made bed. That was twelve minutes ago, according to the time on your phone but like his ways, Chris was still on time and the sound of his car rumbling back into the driveway broke your trance on nothing particular.

The front door slamming shut, Dodger's gleefull bark and the sound of feet padding back up the stairs became more enhanced to your senses. Everything was dialled to ten and you hated it.

The bedroom door then creaked open - to your shock - and in slipped a lazy looking Chris dressed in black joggers and a beautifully tight cream white long sleeved t-shirt, his hair tussled here and there most probably due to his baseball cap he ditched downstairs.

You weren't meant to stare at him so blankly but judging by the worried look on his face once he saw you, you knew you'd probably lost your colour whilst you were waiting for him with the worrisome thoughts channeling through your brain.

"Y/N, talk to me. You're not looking too well, are you alright?" Suddenly Chris began to lightly shake your frame and broke you out of your deep trance, your eyes focusing immediately on his worried blue eyes right before you.

"I'm—I'm fine Chris. I—I just wanted to let you kn-" before you could almost tell him the news, Chris' eyes rolled down to the stick that sat limply in your hands and took immediate notice over it.

"Hey what's this?" Chris interjected and licked the stick from your hands quickly. It didn't take him more than a second or two to read the answer on the tiny screen and before you could register it, Chris had stood up and had his back to you and was cradling the stick like a newborn.

"Chris I—" You tried to backtrack on what was most probably going through his head by standing and reaching out to him, the most you could do was pull on his t-shirt feebly.

Without hesitation, Chris spun around and embraced you in a bone clenching hug that lifted you a few inches off the floor and choked you for air.

"You're...actually?" Chris mumbled after he put you down and stared you down with a face splitting smile that could beat any other soon-to-be father's smile out there.

You smiled pathetically, shrugged your shoulders and nodded your head with a grimace - how were you going to tell Chris? What were you going to tell him?

'Oh yeah I don't want your baby since I have a freakish fear of becoming a mom - no, that wouldn't go down well' you thought to yourself and watched Chris back away from you and fist bump the air in joy. As if he had heard your thoughts Chris stopped his celebrations immediately and turned back around to look at you, perplexed as to why you weren't as happy as he was.

"You are happy about this? Aren't you Y/N/N?" Chris inquired in such a false manner your blood boiled at his tone. Why would he be using such a tone on you? You didn't know why but he sounded selfish and unresponsive to your anxious disposition. "Tell me you are, please."

"I can't lie and say I really am, Chris." You shrugged off his stare with a straightforwardness you didn't think you'd have at such a time.

Like fire to oil, his eyebrows furrowed quicker than you could imagine and his hold on your forearms suddenly became loose as he backed away from you.

You didn't understand, what was Chris doing? One minute he was making you furious, the next weepy and guilty. You just couldn't stick it.

"And why not? Didn't you say you wanted a baby?" Chris snapped with a bitterness similar to your own on the inside. He was getting defensive, you could tell by the tight disposition of crosse arms and his clenched jaw - and judging by the tone of his voice, he wasn't going to be up for a heart-to-heart discussion right about now.

"Yes I did Chris but I'm just really—" your bottom lip trembled with a quiver you knew was soon to bring back tears. You couldn't keep looking at Chris, instead you took to looking at this inanimate object on the floor and allowed your arms to wrap around your torso protectively - a comforting habit learnt through time.

"You're just really what? If you're gonna start pegging blames on me then just fucking don't. Sure we had sex one night a while back without protection but I assumes you were on the pill so.." Chris mumbled the last part of his speech more to himself as he rubbed his beard in frustration, to what you couldn't understand.

He was getting so feisty all of a sudden, you just couldn't understand it; it didn't help anything at all and only made you feel more ashamed of your fears by the second.

"Why are you acting like this Chris?" Your voice broke out in a strangled heartbroken sob, your eyes clenched shut in an attempt to stop the tears, ever-so slightly.

Chris' heart broke at the sight of you before him, ghostly pale, a shaking and sobbing mess covered only by one of his large sweaters that reached about midway down your thigh.

If it wasn't for his ego, Chris would've just scooped you up into his arms there and then and kissed the tears and fears out of you. His ego, however, chose a different route. "Acting like what Y/N?" You have no clue how long I have waited for a family of my own! A happy family just like everyone else has, just for me!" Chris partially yelled at you as the tears of his own woes stung the corners of his eyes and burned them without second thought.

"I get that Chris! I'm just—I—I—I'm so so scared being a mom!" You similarly yelled at Chris but your yell was more heartbroken and honest than his was defensive and protective of his own wishes.

As if on cue, the anger within Chris bubbled down to a mere blip at the sight and belief that you were scared; he knew all about your anxiety and crappy childhood with crappy parents and he hated himself even more for not realising earlier.

Slowly, Chris reached out to you and made contact with a tender touch, a touch you only caved into and crashed into his arms without hesitation. The sobs just wouldn't stop coming out for a good while as you stood there in Chris' tender embrace, your tears stained and wet his shirt carelessly.

After a solid two or three minutes of having a good cry, your tears turned to sniffles and you poked your head up to look at your boyfriend with a small smile.

"What's the matter baby?" Chris cooed and rubbed your cheeks with both hands in an attempt to warm them up. "What are you scared of?" Chris inquired again, this time more gentle than the last as he lightly kissed your forehead in an attempt to coax the worries out.

"I'm just..scared I'll be a really bad mom, that's all." You huffed in a defeated and guilty tone.

It was all true, as much as you really wanted to be a mom to your own bundle of joy, you never had any real standard to prepare you for a possible motherhood role - your own mom passing away when you were twelve hours old and your not-so motherly aunt taking and your brother in from that point on.

"Really?" Chris' eyebrows flew up in surprise to your confession. "Considering how motherly you naturally are with children, I wouldn't say you'd need to be scared at all baby." Chris smiled at your embarrassingly flushed cheeks and kissed them as if they were pieces of fresh gold.

"You think?" You mumbled into his chest out of sheer embarrassment. You never let anyone catch on to your maternal ways or dreams, you thought you had been successfully that department but apparently, not so much.

Chris just laughed and agreed positively and wondered how you could be so scared of something you were so good at.

Even though Chris had never told you, he always seemed to catch your lingering gazes on passing pregnant women, baby clothes or babies in strollers walking down the street whilst you were with him. He never told you either that he somehow knew you were pining for a family either, but you didn't need to know that right now - so he thought.

“No honey, I know you’ll be the best mom ever.” Chris told you sincerely, his lips then meeting yours in a passionate yet tender kiss that could make you easily see stars. The two of you stayed in each other’s arms for what seemed like an eternity, Chris’ hands slowly working down your frame to the lowest part of your stomach and rubbed the soon-to-be domed area with a touch that only radiated love.

Only when air became absolutely necessary did you and Chris break away from each other and gazed into each other’s eyes, your hands finding their way on top of Chris at the bottom of your stomach and cupped them tenderly.

“I know I haven’t done anything romantic for this and I will make it up to you..” Chris began to ramble and took to looking away from your inquisitive stare on him. “But first, I need to know something...Y/N, will you marry me?” Chris smiled nervously down to you and watched your face shrink from its smile to a shocked smile.

“Are you sure—you you want me?” You blubbered out bewilderedly and stared at Chris like he was insane. “This isn’t because of the baby—is it?” Your voice quivered at the thought that he was just marrying you for convenience sake.

“No, no god no!” Chris stammered with a tone that you couldn’t understand. “Y/N, we’ve got nine months to be selfish with each other and do as we please before it’s the three of us. And..and as bad as it sounds, I wanna be so selfish and have you all to myself for these nine months.”

“And what about after the baby?” You teased and tickled his hairy jaw with your index finger.

“I’ll still want you to myself.” Chris smirked at your teasing tone and hooked his arms around your back and pulled you into him. “Sure the timing isn’t right but Y/N, you gotta understand I’m not doing this for the baby; I’m doing this for us.” Chris looked you dead in the eye as he spoke

“You’ve always been the one, the only one I want to spend the rest of my life with - children or no children. So what’d you say?” He smirked at you as if he already knew your answer and he was right, he did know your answer.

“A million times, yes.”

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The bed was empty when he awoke, though a rational person would hardly call it 'awake'. He lingered on the fringes of consciousness until he was sure he wouldn't fall asleep again, then rolled over and hugged Emma's pillow. He breathed in her scent as his sluggish brain pieced together the world around him.

According to the clock on the nightstand, it was almost noon - which explained why Emma was up and out of bed. His back ached something fierce, which explained why he'd slept so long. And the frosty tinge in the air meant she'd made good on her promise to air out the apartment.

Killian sat up with a groan, rubbing his eyes, and the noise must have alerted Emma because she popped her head in the door. "Morning," she said. "How do you feel?"

"Bloody exhausted," he admitted. "We weren't up that late."

She smiled in that way that meant she was holding back an 'I told you so' and came to perch on the bed. While she talked, she made him lean forward so she could remove his bandage. "No, but in all the excitement of yesterday, someone forgot that he'd been seriously injured and overexerted himself. You didn't even budge when I got up this morning, and even if I get up to pee you always move to keep me in bed with you."

He yawned wide enough that his jaw cracked. "Fuck - I feel as if I've been pounded with mallets."

"Next time I tell you not to hurt yourself, you'll listen."

"You can just say 'I told you so', love."

"No," she said, getting up. "I'll just think it real loud. Go take a shower, it'll help you wake up."

He snorted and moved to get up. His legs weren't cooperating much and he struggled to find comfortable clothes - sod Liam, he'd wear pajamas if he wanted to. He showered quickly, or as quickly as his body would allow, and while he wasn't fully awake when he got out, he still felt better than he would have otherwise.

Emma had started a pot of coffee while he showered. Leaving his prosthetic in the bedroom, he followed his nose out to the kitchen, where she also had a box from the bakery down the street. "Please tell me there's something not covered in sugar and glaze in there," he said, making a face; his dearest had a sweet tooth and that much sugar tended to upset his stomach.

"Sit," she told him, pouring him a mug of coffee and sliding it over to him. "I did get some croissants for you, don't worry."

He watched her putter around, wiping down the countertops that already looked spotless, putting things away for the sake of it, rearranging old magazines and books and fluffing the pillows in the living room. "Darling, you're nervous enough to make me nervous," he said, picking apart a pain au chocolat. "And Liam's my brother."

She paused momentarily, then smoothed a blanket over the back of the couch before going to close the windows. "I just want to make a good impression," she muttered, going back into the kitchen.

Killian managed to get her to sit down next to him when she came out with a mug of cocoa. "It'll be fine," he said, pushing the box of pastries towards her. "And if it's not fine, I'll break Liam's nose for you."

She snorted at that and picked out a bear claw, eating it with a distant look in her eye. They continued eating in silence until a knock at the door startled them out of their quiet reverie. Emma looked at him with barely-concealed panic before getting up to answer it. Killian started to get up as well, but, frustratingly, found it more difficult to get up now than it had been to get out of bed.

Emma opened the door and Killian heard Liam say, "We finally meet."

Killian smiled to himself as Liam - just as he knew he would - enveloped Emma in a bear-hug. Killian shuffled over to the entryway and caught his brother's eye as he let her go. "Brother."

Emma moved out of the way just in time before they embraced. Liam seemed to be aware of where his wound was, because where Killian slapped his brother on the back in greeting, the same gesture was not returned to him. "Just where do you get off by getting yourself hurt, Killian?" Liam asked when they parted.

He shrugged. He leaned against the wall and tried to make it look nonchalant, and not what it really was: he really was bloody exhausted. "Well, it's coyote hunting season, so maybe they just thought there were coyote out."

The last time Liam had looked so exasperated was probably when Killian was fifteen and pestering him about when he'd make his first shift.

Much as he tried to hide it, Killian couldn't keep the glum expression off his face. He batted around a few rocks with an old splintered off piece of wood, trying to keep himself occupied outside old Mrs. Haskins' place. The littles were annoying him but he wasn't allowed to leave yet — which was the stupidest thing ever, he was fifteen, he could look after himself. But no, he wasn't considered an adult of the pack yet, just another pup, so every month he went without fail to one of the pack elders and sat around with the others too little or too old to make the monthly change. But while he couldn't leave until Liam picked him up, nothing was stopping him from getting away from everyone, so he sat on the front steps of the old townhouse and waited.

Liam would probably say he was sulking, but how could he do anything else? There was something wrong with him, last night just proved it and not even Liam could do anything to fix it.

"Little brother, why do you look like England's just lost the final at the World Cup?"

Killian looked up as Liam strolled down the street, hands tucked into his pockets and not at all looking like he just spent the night running with the pack. "Nothing," Killian muttered.

"Killian."

He shook his head and went back to his rocks. Liam sighed and muttered something about checking in with Mrs. Haskins. A few minutes later they were ambling back to the council estate, London beginning to wake up around them with morning deliveries, corner shops opening their grates, and early joggers and dog walkers. "Why don't you try telling me what's really wrong, brother," Liam said as they rounded the corner towards home.

Killian debated not saying anything. It was dumb. He knew it was dumb, Liam would know it was dumb, it wasn't worth it. But then Liam nudged him on the shoulder and his resolve broke. "Cullen and Michael didn't come last night," Killian said quietly. "I'm the oldest one left."

"Ah."

"Liam, what if something's wrong with me? What if I never change - or if I can't? Mum and Dad were werewolves, but maybe we have a human ancestor and I got their stupid human genes instead?"

Liam's head fell back with an enormous sigh. "Killian, we don't have any human ancestors."

"But-"

Killian flinched as Liam lightly boxed him on the ear. "Don't be a git. If you weren't a werewolf, we'd know." They stopped on the corner and Liam looked down the street. "Tell me what you smell."

Killian looked where his brother did, sniffing cautiously. "The bakery's making up fresh dough, the bin man's late, and -" An unfamiliar scent hit his nose as Liam stepped in Killian's way. He inhaled, then realized what it was. "Brother! You were with a girl last night?!"

Liam reached to box his ears again and Killian ducked out of the way. "You nosy little-"

"You told me to!"

Liam got him in a headlock, messing up his hair. "Well, that settles that, then. You're just a late bloomer, lad, your time will come when it comes."

He didn't think Liam would box his ears this time, but it was a close thing. "The healer should have checked your brains while they were at it," Liam said. "We're much larger than any coyote - even normal wolves outsize them."

Killian caught Emma eyeing him and tilted his head in a question. "Let's move this into the living room," she said, her gaze flicking to how he was holding himself up on the wall. He suppressed a smile - nothing got past his Swan. "Killian should be resting anyway and we can all be more comfortable. Do you want any coffee, Liam?"

While they discussed beverages, Killian went to go claim a comfortable spot on the couch. Emma had more pillows than frankly anyone ever should, but in this case he was grateful to have a soft incline to rest against as he all but collapsed on the couch. Liam followed, carrying Killian's mug. "I figured the cocoa wasn't yours," he said, handing it over. "Unless you've truly gone American."

"No," Killian said, taking a sip before setting it aside. "Emma's been attempting to corrupt me with all the sweets she keeps around, but she has yet to succeed."

Liam smiled. "I couldn't help but notice something else succeeded." At Killian's questioning look, he said, "The ring on her finger."

There was a spot under Killian's ear that always itched whenever he became flustered; he reached up to rub it and Liam's smile widened into a grin. "Ah," Killian said, looking down. "That happened… rather quickly, I admit, but we agreed to make things official last night. That is, we agreed last night that on a future date we would-"

"Relax, brother, I'm not going to lecture you," Liam said. "You mooned after her for months, I'm the one who convinced you to come over here and give it a go, did I not?"

"You did."

"To which I'm very grateful," Emma said, coming into the room with a mug for Liam and her own. "I know things are moving fast, but I hope we'll have your blessing," she added as she sat down.

"I know quite a few elders who would argue that's part of the point of mating season," he said with a smile, "but rest assured that you have my blessing. And my congratulations to the both of you."

Killian very much wanted to get up to hug his brother, but his body had decided it had had quite enough movement for now, thank you very much, and so he settled for a firm handclasp. Emma took care of the hugging. "Now, as for you," Liam said as they sat back down. "Are you certain it wasn't a silver bullet? There's no reason I can think that you're so… immobile."

Emma made a noise that sounded like a laugh, but she covered it by taking a sip of her cocoa. "No, we checked. All of us could handle it once Granny removed the thing. He just overexerted himself yesterday."

Undoubtedly Liam could still smell what that meant, but tactfully didn't comment on it. "Still. I've been hearing things from this side of the pond about some anti-human movements. It wouldn't surprise me if things have spread enough that the humans have heard and start fighting back. Maybe not this moon, but the next… who knows?"

Emma looked pained. "God, that bullshit made it all the way over to England?"

"Well, it's sort of hard to ignore, particularly when your crews are all made up of magical folk. They hear all sorts of things from every community. It's quite a useful way to keep in the know, really."

It was useful, Killian agreed, but wading through the complaints their employees could lodge against each other was tiresome. They asked in the interview process if a vampire could work alongside Fae, or anyone could handle working with a werewolf on a ship during the full moon, but apparently once at sea all promises of good behavior were long forgotten. "We could ask Alice," he said. "We have to see her anyway, and Robin's got her foot in both the magical and human worlds. She'd be the one to know if it's spread to the uninitiated."

"Or she'd know if it's those 'in the know' are deciding to fight back," Liam added.

Emma held up her hands. "Wait, you're not serious. You know it's Regina who started talking about all of that, and if anyone is just looking to stir up blood, it's her. She's got her hands full with all those turf wars she's starting right now, but I bet anything all that talk stemmed from the fact that she just doesn't want any non-werewolves in the North End."

Killian looked at her sidelong, taking in the pinch of her lips and the way her cheeks paled; it wasn't fear that made her look like that, no, it was anger. Emma had rightfully never forgiven Regina for murdering her parents and taking control of the North End pack. "So it's a real estate ploy?" he asked.

"Not the way we're hearing it," Liam muttered into his mug.

"I wouldn't doubt it," Emma said. "If we talk to Alice and Robin we can find out if any other groups are being moved out of the area - either by force or just because they're getting uncomfortable with how rowdy the pack's getting. But Regina's not an idiot, she can't just go spouting off any anti-human rhetoric she wants and not blow the cover of everyone in the magical community. I don't know what you've been hearing, Liam, but you know how gossip spreads and gets blown out of proportion."

He looked chagrined for a moment, then nodded. "You're right. But there's no smoke without any fire."

Emma's cheeks grew paler and Killian held up his hand. "Let's just table it as Regina stirring up more trouble in her section of the city and our crews are a bunch of gossips. May we move on to a more pleasant topic of conversation?"

Emma caught his eye and smiled gratefully; she hated any reminder of her past and what Regina had done to her family. The conversation turned back to their engagement and the matter of Killian's injury was left alone.

Granny's words turned out to be prophetic: Emma made Killian stay home for a week while Liam took care of things at the office. After the first few days - and after Killian was able to move around without exhausting himself just by going into the next room - he managed to convince her to stop fussing over him and return to work. It wasn't as if he didn't enjoy her company, but he knew how her boss felt about how much time off Emma could take at once and she needed to save that up for when mating season rolled around.

And their honeymoon.

They managed to keep their engagement quiet for that first few days, but after Emma returned to work and couldn't hide it any longer, Ruby arrived at their apartment that night in a whirlwind of wedding plans and half-made seating charts. Liam, joining them for dinner, watched in amusement as Ruby bowled both Emma and Killian over with an impassioned speech about pack politics and who needed to be invited and how there was no way in hell the niece of the alpha could get away with a quick legal ceremony at the courthouse. "It's not like it's every day that one of us does the human thing anyway," she added. "You've gotta let us throw you a party to remember."

"She reminds me of Anna," Liam said quietly while Ruby and Emma went over a list of event halls and who could schedule something so last-minute. "Only Anna wasn't half as terrifying when she found out Elsa and I were to be mated."

"You and Elsa stuck to the traditional way of things," Killian said. "Anna just wanted to throw a party for it because that's how Anna is."

Liam smiled and his hand drifted up to his neck, where his mate-mark was hidden under the collar of his shirt. Quite frankly, Killian was surprised Elsa hadn't come along with Liam, the two were almost as inseparable as he and Emma were. But to hear Liam tell it, Elsa had her hands full with the operation of her brewery and didn't feel she could leave it for even a week. "True. Remind me to work something out with her to stock your bar for the reception. She might even give you a friends and family discount."

Killian snorted, but made a mental note to tell Emma; his sister-in-law specialized in brews that could knock even a golem on his arse. They'd save a small fortune just in supplying alcohol that was stronger than 6%.

By the time Liam was set to leave, Killian was back on his feet (for the most part; he would be happy to be sitting in his office for most of the day) and Ruby had somehow sweet-talked an amazing deal at an estate in western Massachusetts for a wedding just a few days before Christmas. "Don't be surprised if my sister-in-law shows up here in a few days," Liam said as he stopped by to say goodbye on his way to the airport. "The moment I say 'wedding', she'll be booking a flight."

"We might need the help," Emma admitted.

Killian agreed, though he wouldn't say it out loud. Who knew so many decisions needed to be made for a wedding? "We'll look for a redheaded whirlwind," he promised, and the brothers embraced.

"Elsa and I will see you in December," Liam said as he left.

As Killian closed the door, Emma slumped against the wall. He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "That wasn't too bad, was it?"

"Liam?" she asked. "No, Liam was fine. I think he likes me, even."

"Trust me, you'd know if he didn't," Killian said drily. "He's not shy about letting someone know when he dislikes them."

She smiled and pushed off the wall, going back to their table, which had been commandeered by Ruby and was now completely covered in wedding plans. "No, Liam wasn't bad. It's… all of this. Which isn't bad, it's just… It's stressful. And I didn't realize just how stressful it would be, or else I wouldn't have asked to have it so soon-"

"Well, darling, I believe the original idea was to have a quick ceremony and be done with it. And that wouldn't have been nearly as stressful."

Emma sat down and buried her face in her hands. "No, and now she's actually roped Uncle James into it and he agrees with her. Apparently there's even a bank account just for this."

His brows furrowed. "Your uncle set aside funds for you to marry? This isn't the eighteenth century, love, I'm not asking for a bride-price."

She snorted and sat up, hands falling into her lap. "No, Mom and Dad…" She swallowed and he saw how her eyes went glassy. "Mom and Dad set it up. I had a small inheritance when I turned 21 and apparently if I never married the human way I'd just get this money when I had my first litter."

Pain.

She hurt all over - that wasn't right, no, she burned all over. There were people talking around her urgently, the vague sensation of cold pressed against her forehead. Her body seized and she felt something pass from inside her - no, no, it was too early, no it couldn't be, no, not her pups, no -

The burning feeling increased, a searing pain on her neck and she cried out, every nerve ending flooded with too much feeling. She just wanted it to stop, wanted to stop feeling and hurting and go back to before all of this, exhaustion and agony twining together in a black pit she couldn't wait to collapse into. Only one thought flitted through her mind before she let the darkness claim her -

He's gone.

His heart broke when the scent of salt hit his nose, just before a tear slid down her cheek. He went to her, pulling her into his arms and holding her close. "Emma, if this is all too much, just let me know. I'll fight off Ruby and your uncle single-handedly."

She snorted, dissolving into watery giggles and he smiled. "Was that supposed to be a joke?" she asked.

"Aye, but know that even if I had both hands I could still do it with only one." He pulled back a little and tipped her chin up. "Please, love, is this something you truly want to do?"

He swiped away another tear and she nodded. "It's stressful, but it's also bringing up a lot of memories and feelings I don't want to think about. This - us - is so different from anything I had before, it shouldn't even factor in. It should be happy, it shouldn't be me all down because of everything that happened in the past. But it creeps up on me."

He kissed her forehead again. "It's still part of your past, love. Part of who you are." Killian moved to sit and pulled her into his lap. She smiled and swatted at her cheeks quickly. "Now, then let's work to make this a happy occasion for both of us. Let's make some decisions together - and let's not worry about the cost of things for now, either. I'll pay for the whole bloody thing myself if that's what makes you smile again."

She shook her head, her smile widening. "No, we'll share the cost of it - you're gonna make me have a stroke one of these days otherwise."

"Perish the thought," he said, pressing his lips to her shoulder. "What's first, then?"

She chewed on her lip and he could feel the tension in her body. "Well, a lot of things could be decided if we settled on colors… is it too cheesy to have red so close to Christmas? Like, red and white?"

"Do you want those colors?" he asked. She sighed and he pressed on. "I'm not asking to pass the decision off on you - I'm asking if that's what you want. Forget the fact that it may be a little thematic with the holiday - is that what you want? Even if we waited until March?"

Emma hesitated, then said, "Yes."

"Okay. Then that's what we'll do. I happen to think I look rather dashing in red anyway," Killian said with a cheeky grin. She elbowed him. "Now," he pushed away other color swatches and focused on the reds. "If we want white, then let's go with the more wintery reds to offset it." He tossed a few other colors away. "The cranberry red is lovely. A deep red, offsetting the white in a bit of a romantic way," he paused to kiss her shoulder again, "symbolizing my passion for you… and I suppose there would be plenty of decorating options available for the time of year."

Emma picked up the color swatch. "I like it," she said. "Your passion for me?"

She twisted in his lap to look at him in amusement and he just smiled in return. "Red is a very passionate color, love."

"I know, but you're all poetic about it. I just like red."

She set the swatch aside and pulled forward another set - "Why are there so many shades of white?" Killian asked, slightly horrified at all of the options.

"Now you understand why I was about to have a meltdown last night."

"Well these are just ridiculous," he says, picking out all the ones with yellowing tinges to them and flinging them over his shoulder. Then went the greens and oranges and - "I swear most of these are just pastels masquerading as white," he snarled while Emma covered her face in her hands and laughed.

Finally left with things that at least resembled white as he expected it to be, the name of one caught his eye.

According to the tale he'd been told, Emma's mother had been born late in the season, but during the first blizzard of the year. It was bad enough that Emma's grandmother hadn't even been able to leave their home or summon the pack's midwife, going through the whole birthing process with only her mate at her side and whatever instincts she had in what felt right. But the pup had come healthy and whole while snow swirled and fell outside, and from that came her rather unusual name.

Killian picked up the color swatch. "Snow White," he said softly. "For your mother's memory."

Emma's breath hitched and his arm around her waist tightened. She took the swatch from him and picked up the cranberry red, pairing them together. Her throat worked for a few moments and finally she leaned back against him, resting her head against his. "Thank you," she said quietly.

He hummed as he nosed the hair just behind her ear. "We'll do things for your father and my mother as well," he said, his tone just as soft.

"What about your father?" Emma asked.

Killian shook his head. "The less we make an effort to honor that bastard's memory - nevermind."

He generally preferred not to discuss his parents, but particularly because of the disgraceful way his father had died and left himself, his mother, and Liam with his mountain of heretofore unknown debt. His poor mother had worked herself to an early grave to whittle the debt down to a manageable size, one that Liam had finished settling before their business took off. Killian realized he probably should discuss that with Emma before they mated properly, but he didn't wish to add to her emotional burden as of now. "A sad and sordid tale for another time," he said. "For now, we'll settle on honoring our parents who deserve it."

"Okay," Emma said, but she sounded as dubious about his aversion to the topic as he felt about bringing up the subject with her at all.

They made it through quite a bit of the details that night, but where Killian had initially set out to cheer her up in planning their wedding together, he found that his own spirits fell as he remembered just how much of his own family's history he had yet to tell her. That was something that good mates did, right? What if his failure to divulge old family secrets meant he wouldn't be a good mate? It wasn't as if he hadn't told her of his own misdeeds in the past, the sad tale of Milah and how he'd been cast out of his original pack. Just the bigger things, the misdeeds of his father and the whispers that had followed the Jones brothers for years until they'd proven they were not cut from the same cloth of their father.

And besides, there had to be other things in her past that Emma hadn't mentioned yet.

This is normal, he thought to himself as they decided on the layout of their rather simple invitations. It's just a bit of cold feet, and it doesn't help that we've only been together a short time. Other mated pairs have joined together on much less than we have now. We'll get to sharing these other parts of ourselves as time goes on.

He hoped they would, anyway.

#captain swan #cs ff #cs fanfic #cs fluff #cssns #amanda writes #bad moon rising #the werewolf au

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craft-rose · 7 years

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anomaly (pt. 6)

Title: anomaly

Pairing: Reader + Jungkook

Rated: M

Type: Covenant!AU

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

You awoke to the sound of your alarm.

The sound was both loud and piercing to the ears. Probing at the nightstand, you grabbed your phone and swiped your thumb across the screen, turning off the Harry Potter theme, which, upon having made it your ringtone, you had slowly come to despise with every ounce of your soul.

You considered going back to sleep, shifting your attention to the window as you turned over. Going by the pale skies, and the cars in the driveway, it was still really early. The group members were undoubtedly asleep, tucked away in their bedrooms on the second floor of the house.

I really have to pee.

Although Yoongi had given you permission to spend the night, he had told you nothing of the layout, the rules, where to find the nearest bathroom in case you needed it, etc.

Fuck.

Unable to ignore your bladder any longer, you got up and out of bed, tiptoeing across the guest room and through the long, dimly lit hallway, clutching your overnight bag to your chest. To your relief, the hallway was empty. There was no one. Not a sound. Just the echo your own footsteps as you opened and closed a few doors, in search of the nearest bathroom. As you approached the door on the far end of the hallway, past the living room and the kitchen, and what appeared to be the room where the boys kept their gifts from ARMY, you heard something.

Music.

It was faint, so faint you almost missed it, but you recognized the rhythm. Your roommate, Erin, had listened that exact song for weeks after it was released. Every morning and every night. At the time you thought you hated it, but hearing it now, after everything that happened to you the past couple of days, you found it comforting, strangely.

Coming towards the door, you opened it, just a crack.

There was a dance room inside. It wasn’t as large as the one in those dance practice videos that Erin used to binge watch, but it was sizeable enough that you didn’t immediately notice the young man inside, in front of the mirror.

His hair was stringy and tangled, his face was bare, and he was dressed in sweats. By the look of him alone, you figured he had been in there a long time, running through choreography, releasing the buildup of stress that he had instinctively held in throughout the weeks.

In large part, you knew it was wrong to invade his space like this, but you couldn’t look away.

You had no idea he was such a good dancer.

It was only when the music stopped, that you snapped out of it.

“Y/N?” Jungkook asked, looking at you through the reflection in the mirror.

You froze. “S-sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just — I was looking for the bathroom and I-I —”

“Down the hall on your right,” he cut in, rather curtly.

Skin prickling with embarrassment, you nodded to him in thanks on your way out. Dragging the door shut behind you, you realized how crazy you must have looked, staring at him like a rabid sasaeng fan in the shadows.

Whatever chance I had is gone, you thought, face screwing immediately after. Chance? What am I saying? I need to shut up.

You took a sharp right, happening upon the bathroom in the few seconds that followed. Quickly closing the door, you glanced at yourself in the mirror above the sink. Naturally you looked a mess. A tangled, swollen, half-awake mess.

Great.

With only your toothbrush and a single change of clothes at your disposal, you made quick work of your morning routine, checking your phone every couple of seconds to see if either your aunt or your roommate had replied to the texts you had sent them.

It was still reasonably early. You suspected they were still asleep. But the longer you waited, the more you worried. Last you checked, your aunt and niece had made it safely to the island. As for your roommate, Erin, you had no idea if she had made it to her parents’ house.

Looping your hair into a topknot, you took one last look in the bathroom mirror — only slightly less messy than before — and wrapped your fingers around the doorknob, twisting it open to find a string-haired guy leaning against the wall, a couple of feet away, his hands in his pockets and his head tilted down.

The second you stepped out, he glanced up.

Your stomach felt as if it had flipped inside out. “S-sorry. I didn't know you were waiting.”

“I wasn’t,” Jungkook uttered to you, straightening his posture. “Waiting for the bathroom, I mean.”

“Oh ...”

There was a second or two of silence before he said the rest.

“I was thinking of heading out soon,” he explained, darting a quick, unobtrusive look at you. “Do you want to come?”

Your eyebrows twitched up. “Now?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. I just thought since we’re both up —”

“I want to,” You interjected, a little too quickly for your liking. “I mean if you want me to, then I want to. But if you don’t, it’s completely okay.”

He pressed his lips together, presumably to keep from laughing. “Meet me in ten?”

Cringing at yourself, you nodded. “In ten.”

There were traces of morning light pouring in through the gaps between the blinds, illuminating the empty, two-bedroom apartment. Yoongi tiptoed inside, softly pressing the front door closed as he had a look around. To his surprise, there were no signs of forced entry. Anywhere. The locks on the windows and the doors, were all in tact. Going by the dust outlines along the floors and tables, not a single piece of furniture, nor a single photograph or household ornament, was out of place.

Everything was exactly the way the two girls had left it, down to the day-old, half-eaten bagel on the kitchen table.

Yoongi resisted the urge to throw it out, instead shifting his attention to the bottle of ibuprofen on the counter. There was a glass of water beside it. Hesitating for only a moment, the young rapper placed his hand over the glass, allowing his fingers to hover just an inch over the lip prints along the rim.

Within seconds, he deduced the lip prints belonged to you — not the hunter he had come looking for.

Unlike the hunters he had dealt with in the past, this one seemed to move differently. They left no trace behind, not one indication that they even existed. He had only your word and the reports of that other girl who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

B-bzz. B-bzz.

Snapping out of it, Yoongi glanced down at his phone.

From: Kim Namjoon

No practice today. Seokjin and I are going to investigate Third Street if you want to come.

The other guys were suspicious of a hunter as well. He knew he should have told them about you the moment he found you outside of the house, but for some reason he hadn’t. Either for you, for Jungkook, or for himself. He didn't know anymore.

Sliding his phone into his back pocket, he turned around to leave, stopping dead in his tracks the second he heard it.

Creak.

The sun had just barely risen, and the city was slowly coming to life, early birds either heading to work or going out for their morning jog.

You weren't one for exercise. Erin was always going to yoga and trying out new, trendy workouts but you had always preferred exercising your mind over your body.

As expected, Jungkook was definitely more of an Erin type.

“How much longer?” You asked, losing breath as you embarked your third lap around the park.

Having just caught wind of how grossly out of shape you were, Jungkook turned around, jogging backwards as if completely at your expense. “Oh, come on. We’re only just getting started.”

“Wh-when you asked if I wanted to h-head out, I-I thought you meant b-breakfast — not military t-training,” You panted, only half joking.

He chuckled. “This isn’t even close to what they do in the military.”

“H-how would you know? You’re a b-baby.”

“I’ve seen videos,” he shrugged, finally slowing to a stop. “Five minute water break and then we move on to burpees.”

You groaned, crumpling down on the pavement as a few joggers passed by. To your surprise they were completely unshaken by the sight of Jungkook. You knew for a fact the reaction would have been different in your area. There would have been riots on the streets, buildings torched down to the ground, thousands of screaming middle schoolers racing to find their favourite member.

The thought of it alone, gave you shivers.

Suffice to say, Bangtan lived in a different part of the city. The people in their neighbourhood were probably used to seeing idols, and the park itself was gated, permitted only to people who lived in the area.

“I don’t know what burpees are, but they sound like a fucking nightmare,” You countered, slowly coming to your feet. “One more lap and we get ice cream.”

Jungkook took a swig from his water bottle, tossing it to you. “Five more laps and we get high-protein vegan shakes.”

Just the sound of that made your heart hurt. “I might actually hate you.”

“Good,” he smirked, breaking out into a jog. “Break’s over!”

“But it hasn’t been five minutes yet!” You called out, to no avail.

Twenty minutes and five laps later, you collapsed on the grass, morning light pouring over you as you closed your eyes, ready to knock the fuck out. The last time you had worked out so hard, you were in high school, and your PE teacher had made you do laps for coming late to class.

“See. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” the idol asked, sitting down beside you.

You opened your eyes specifically to glare at him. “If this is your way of telling me that I should lose weight, I swear to Merlin, the moment we get back to the house, I’m going to squat over your bed and take the most disgusting vegan sh —”

“This has nothing to do with your weight,” he interjected, plainly.

Your face screwed “Then why are we here?”

For a split second he just looked at you, and you truly thought he was going to laugh, dig into the insecurities that you had buried deep into your subconscious — not that you really cared.

If he wanted to spend his life dieting and exercising, he had every right to do just that. You felt zero inclination to change. For him or anyone else.

The moment you opened your mouth to tell him that, he plucked a dandelion from the grass and placed the yellow flower in your palm, the petals slightly wilted.

Glancing down at it, you felt your chest squeeze. “What’s this for?”

Eyes on you, he answered. “Do you remember that night in the café, when you defended yourself against Cameron?”

You fell silent at the memory, nodding.

“You felt this weird sort of energy that you couldn’t control. Like adrenaline, but stronger. Right?”

Again, you simply nodded, stomach knotting as you thought of Cameron, his hands around your neck.

Without a moment left to waste, Jungkook glanced down at the dandelion and carefully grazed his fingertips along the wilted petals. You had no idea what he was doing, only that everything else in the park had somehow faded into the background. The world was mute. It was just the two of you, the dandelion in the palm of your hand, and Jungkook’s dark brown eyes fixed on you as you glanced down at the dandelion, your breath catching in the back of your throat as the petals slowly came back to life, bright and vibrant as ever.

“W-wait — Did you just —You didn’t just —”

“I did,” he said, in quiet observation of the shock and wonder in your eyes. “And you can, too. Using the same energy that kept you alive that night.”

You had no idea what to say, how to verbalize the feelings that were shooting through you.

“So, it’s real? Everything you said to me before? There — there’s some kind of weird magic shit inside me that just exploded that night?”

He nodded. “I can teach you to harness that weird magic shit, take control of it.”

You peeled your lips apart as if to ask him a thousand questions at once, but only one managed to escape. “How do I get rid of it?”

His expression changed, but only for a second. “You can’t,” he uttered to you. “I get that it’s a lot to handle, especially when you’ve been living in the dark all your life, but it’s important that you learn to control it. You don’t want it to overwhelm you.”

“Like that night at the café,” You came to realize, swallowing the rush of emotions. “I just — it came out of nowhere.”

“It was dormant for a long time. As crazy as it is to say, when Cameron attacked you, he woke you up.”

You spared a moment to think, to let his words sink in. “So, without adrenaline, it doesn’t work? I can’t use the weird magic shit?”

“With practice, you can use whenever you want,” he said. “But it is easier when you’re charged up.”

“That explains the laps,” You realized, feeling all sorts of stupid.

Without saying anything — not one ‘I told you so’ — the idol turned his body towards you, just a foot of distance between the two of you as he held his hands out, palms facing up. You looked up at him with question marks in your eyes.

“It won’t be like last time,” he said. “I promise.”

For whatever reason, you believed him.

Carefully placing your hands in his, you closed your eyes, and you waited. The last time you had joined hands with him, you ended up leaving his house, enraged by the things he had said to you, and ultimately terrified of what it all meant. But this time was different. Your chest hitched as he lowered his hands, positioning them so they hovering about half an inch beneath yours.

At first you felt nothing. Just the lingering warmth of his palms and fingers.

It was only as you released the breath you had been holding in, that you felt it.

That strange, inexplicable pull that you had felt on the train, at the café and in the guest room the previous night — concentrated between your hands in his. You couldn’t decide whether it felt hot or cold, firm or soft, good or bad, only that it was particular to Jungkook, and that, strange as it was, you didn’t want it to end.

When he finally pulled away, you unconsciously leaned forward, eyes flying open.

“Holy shit …” You breathed, blinking up at him. “Wh-what was that?”

“That’s what happens when people like us come together,” he explained. “The energy becomes stronger, heightened.”

“What are we exactly? Vampires, werewolves, zombies?”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “No, none of those. We don’t have a name.”

“Why is that?”

“Our existence is meant to be kept secret. It’s hard to do that when there’s a name attached.”

You were silent for a second, absorbing the information only to feel a tiny vibration in the pocket of your coat. Erin, you thought, hurriedly retrieving your phone and glancing at the screen.

From: Unknown Sender

You look beautiful today.

Throat clenching, you darted a look over your shoulder, and around every inch of the park that you could see from where you were. There was no one. Just a few joggers and the idol in front of you.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook finally asked.

You swallowed the anxious lump in your throat, passing your phone to him. “He’s been taunting me since last night. I tried calling the number once, before I fell asleep, but the call didn’t go through.”

He examined that message, and the others, chewing his bottom lip in thought.

“Should we go?” You asked, glancing around again, the inside of your stomach beginning to twist.

Jungkook stayed silent, handing your phone back a moment later. “Yeah, let’s get out of here,” he said, to your complete and utter relief. “It’s time you meet the guys.”

#jungkook scenarios #bangtan scenarios #bts scenarios #jungkook fanfic #bangtan fanfic #bts fanfic #anomaly #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts #bangtan #jungkook smut #bts smut #bangtan smut

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fire-bear · 7 years

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Kiss

Warning: Cute. May be too cute. You have been warned.

Arthur woke to find Gilbert still sleeping, mouth open wide and snoring loudly. In fact, he would bet a lot of money on that being the reason he'd woken up. Granted, Arthur himself wasn't helping matters by being half draped over Gilbert's chest, one arm flung over him and legs tangled with his and the sheets. Gilbert had Arthur pulled close against him, arms still loosely wrapped around Arthur's waist.

For a while, Arthur listened to Gilbert's snoring and his heartbeat and felt content. It was augmented by the fact that they both had the day off. He was looking forward to lazing around with his boyfriend, maybe catching up on shows they'd been watching, particularly Doctor Who. But the best thing had to be the fact that he could lie there a little longer and watch Gilbert sleep.

In his opinion, his boyfriend was beautiful. His hair had been dyed white and, with it spread across his pillow and his face, it made him look ethereal. Arthur knew he had eyes which were a peculiar mixture of blue and red and he loved them, especially when the light caught them or when they lit up upon seeing Arthur walk into a room. Since Gilbert liked to keep in shape, he had plenty of muscles and Arthur loved them, especially when Gilbert could pick him up during some late night activities. Not so much when he threw Arthur over his shoulder, of course.

Smiling, Arthur nuzzled into Gilbert's chest and pressed a quick kiss to his heart, delighted to feel his steady heartbeat under his lips. Then he cuddled in once again and tried to drift off to sleep. There was no need to get up, after all.

His bladder foiled his plans.

Groaning quietly, he realised he really needed to pee. But that would mean moving away from Gilbert. He stifled his grumbling and carefully shifted till he was half on his stomach so he could look at the clock on his bedside table. Since it was late enough in the morning to warrant getting up and doing something more productive than lying in bed, Arthur slid out of Gilbert's grasp, pushed himself up and was soon kneeling on the bed. He gazed down at Gilbert, watching him roll over, arm flung out towards Arthur. Smiling fondly, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to Gilbert's cheek before he hopped off the bed and shuffled along the hall to the toilet.

Once he had relieved himself, he washed the last vestiges of sleep from his eyes, scrubbing at his face until he was wide awake and eager to get dressed. Something to eat would stop his stomach from grumbling as well. So he made his way back to the bedroom and sneaked back in. Gilbert had, thankfully, not been woken by Arthur's absence so he crept over to plant a soft kiss to Gilbert's forehead. Then he wandered to his wardrobe and searched through it for something comfortable to wear.

With a pair of joggers and a loose t-shirt (it fell off a shoulder, enough to entice his boyfriend closer), Arthur turned to head to the kitchen. But, in the time he'd taken to choose his outfit and tug them on, Gilbert had shifted on the bed again. He lay flat on his back, the sheets wrapped around his waist, his delicious muscles on display. His snoring had stopped as well and Arthur wondered if he'd been woken by his moving around. Hoping he was still asleep, Arthur moved over and kissed Gilbert again, this time on the tip of his nose.

"I really wish you'd just kiss me properly to wake me up," Gilbert grumbled, not bothering to open his eyes.

"Go back to sleep, dummy," Arthur murmured.

"Can't," Gilbert answered, his voice getting stronger as he slowly came to life. "You're not here."

Arthur's heart skipped a beat as it usually did when Gilbert said something sweet like that. With his heart hammering, he said, "It's still morning, darling. Go back to sleep. We can watch TV later once you're more awake."

"Come back to bed."

"I'm hungry," Arthur explained and, before Gilbert could protest further, he pressed his lips firmly against Gilbert's. He pulled away before Gilbert could react and stepped away, slowly making his way to the door, eyes not leaving Gilbert's body. "I'll make you something if you want to get up."

"I'm getting up," said Gilbert instantly, eyes opening so he could squint at Arthur. "By 'something' do you mean that English thing?"

"A Full English, yes," Arthur confirmed. And, with that, he was out of the door.

Of course, it didn't take long for Gilbert to follow him. Arthur had gone to the kitchen where he'd warmed up the grill and got out the frying pan, making an awful clatter. He was pulling sausages and bacon out of the fridge when he heard footsteps and glanced over his shoulder to smile at the sleepy-eyed Gilbert. With everything set out, he returned to the cooker and began to cook, almost dancing between it and the gathered ingredients.

Not caring that Arthur was in the middle of cooking, Gilbert came up behind him and wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist, burying his head into Arthur's shoulder. Arthur laughed at that, trying not to elbow Gilbert as he moved. Gilbert swayed with his movements, arms slowly tightening their grip.

"Wanted to stay in bed," Gilbert grumbled.

"We've got things to do," Arthur answered, picking up an egg.

"Coulda done 'em in bed," retorted Gilbert, tone playful.

"Maybe later."

"I'll take that as a promise."

They stayed like that for some time, content to be close. As Arthur finished up and started plopping eggs and bacon and sausages and everything else onto plates, Gilbert straightened up slightly. Before Arthur could try to turn or ask Gilbert to sit down, his boyfriend turned his head, leaned in and gave him a kiss on his neck. Arthur jolted in surprise and Gilbert laughed before moving off to sit at the table. Shaking his head, Arthur brought the plates over and they both ate. They chatted a little, mostly arguing about what they should watch first or whether they should just go back to bed.

When they had cleared their plates, Arthur took them to the sink to rinse them. Gilbert followed him like a loyal puppy. Glancing at him, Arthur raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked.

"Can I get a proper kiss now?" Gilbert said, pursing his lips and making kissing noises.

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Not until you've brushed your teeth."

"But you're gonna taste just the same as me!" protested Gilbert, trying to pull Arthur into an embrace.

Slipping from his grasp, Arthur smirked. "I'd rather taste mint than meat."

"Aw, c'mon," said Gilbert with a grin. "You love my me-"

"Gil," said Arthur, warningly. "Your chances of getting a kiss are decreasing..."

Gilbert pouted. "Fine," he grumbled.

"Come on." Arthur held out his hand. "We'll brush our teeth together."

Leaving the dishes to be washed properly later, Arthur led Gilbert to the toilet, pleased by the feel of Gilbert's hand in his. They squeezed into the small bathroom and began to expertly dance around each other, grabbing brushes and toothpaste. As Arthur slowly brushed his own, he noted that Gilbert was scrubbing his quickly and thoroughly, evidently eager to get his kiss. Arthur snorted and almost choked on his mouthful of toothpaste. Once he'd spit it out and rinsed out his mouth with mouthwash, he turned to Gilbert who was bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet.

"Kiss!" he demanded, arms open wide.

Smiling, Arthur stepped into Gilbert's embrace. They both leaned in instantly, tilting their heads in opposite directions by unspoken agreement. Their noses brushed, lips slotted together, arms slid around each other. With his arms around Gilbert's neck, Arthur reached up a hand to tangle his fingers in Gilbert's hair. Gilbert's arms were around Arthur's waist, the perfect position for him to pull Arthur closer to him, pressing Arthur against his chest. His tongue flicked out to push against Arthur's lips; Arthur obediently let Gilbert in, his tongue moving swiftly in to swipe along Arthur's. They kissed like that for some time, tongues twining, lips shifting.

Finally, Arthur pulled back, breathing heavily. Gilbert blinked at him, smiling a little dazedly. Arthur returned the smile and said, "Good morning, Gil."

Grinning, Gilbert replied, "'Morning, Artie."

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