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peachesofteal · 6 months

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Light On - single mom/neighbors fic Simon Riley/female reader Prompt: Your apartment floods. Inspired by and for @liliumbosniacum

"I need to take leave."

Simon's phone is pressed against his face, one hand holding the device, the other with a canvas bag in his hand, it's contents overflowing: blankets, baby clothes, your pillow.

"Everything alright?" Price sounds suspicious, but more curious than anything, and Simon sighs.

"Neighbor's flat flooded. She's got nowhere else to go so I'm letting 'em stay with me for a while." Price, thank fucking god, doesn't push it any further, disconnecting with a rumble about checking in with him next week, wishing him a happy holiday, and a parting good luck.

When he hangs up, you're standing hesitantly in his doorway, pile of clothes in your arms.

"That the last of it?" He asks, and you nod.

"Are y-you sure this is okay?" You're still upset, shaken, and he doesn't blame you. You were terrified when you woke up to bone chilling, ankle deep water, frantically shouting about a burst pipe into the phone over Emmaline's shrieks.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I've got plenty of room." He does. His flat is larger than yours, and though they're both two bedroom floor plans, his bedrooms are bigger, and he has two bathrooms, compared to your one. "I got the crib reassembled in the guest room." He motions to the door that's half opened, a few bags of Emmaline's stuff collected on the floor.

"Thank you." you murmur, and then step forward, burying your face in his chest. He holds you there, rubbing your back, working his thumb into the knot that sits at the base of your neck. “At least we saved the tree,” you laugh, wet and sad, and he hums, bowing to press his lips to your forehead.

“I’m sorry love.”

“It’s alright.” You shrug. “Nothing I could control.” You’ve got a point there, and he appreciates the approach, marvels at your ability to not be angry or frustrated with your neighbor, even though it wasn’t really their fault as well. He’s irritated for both of you, anxious over visualizing what would have happened if the chunk of the ceiling that fell was misplaced and landed on you, or Emma.

You pull away, face twisted up into something that looks painful, tears on your lash line, and he frowns. “Hey, hey. It’s okay, sweetheart, c’mon. It’s alright.”

“I know.” You cry, clamping your hand over the bridge of your nose and trying to turn away. “It’s just all her gifts we-were in my room and now they’re ruined, and-“

“Okay, so we’ll get more. We still have plenty of time.” He reassures, rubbing his palms up and down your arms until you come back to him, letting him fold you back into his embrace. “We’ll fix it. Don’t worry.”

“We will?” You sniffle, and he nods.

“I’m on leave, until after the holiday, so I’ll be around, we can go shopping and replace everything. It’s going to be alright. I promise.” That word slips out of him again, promise. I promise, just like he told you this morning when you were frantic and he said it was okay that you stayed with him, I promise, just like he assured last night when you apologized for Emmaline crying for most the evening. “Okay?” His chin rests on the top of your head, and he turns to kiss you, the touch as soft as he can manage. You hum, and then sigh into him.

“Okay Simon.”

“I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“No.” His refusal is immediate, and you look at him in near exasperation.

“Simon I can’t kick you out of your bed! You’re too big for the couch, anyway, and I don’t mind, I’ve slept on a couch plenty. Plus I’ll be able to hear better, when Emmaline wakes-“

“Sweetheart.” You’re in the living room, bouncing Emmaline in your arms, walking back and forth in front of the fireplace. She’s wearing a red and white striped onesie, like a candy cane, and Simon chuckles when she makes grabby hands at him as he approaches. You sigh, and he tucks his hands under her, lifting her away and into his arms, pleased at how you instantly relax and stretch your back and shoulders in response. “Think you’re getting too big for mama, baby girl.” You roll your eyes, playfully knocking your elbow into his side, and he grunts. “You’re not kicking me out of my own bed.”

“No?” You turn with a hand on your hip, other one holding a half full bottle.

“No, well. I mean-“ he falters, suddenly losing his confidence. “I’m happy to let you have it, or…” He can’t get the words right, can’t communicate what it is he wants to tell you, too worried about scaring you off or being too forward, pushing you too far.

“Or?” You look so pretty, standing in his flat, your belongings, Emma’s, strewn about, just your presence alone making this place feel more like a home than it ever has before. He feels dizzy, overflowing with emotion when Emma lays her head down on his chest, and you smile at her, looking back up at him, delicate, sweet smile on your lips. He bends, tilting your face upwards to meet his, lips ghosting against one another as Emma coos from his arms.

“Or… we can share it.”

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number-onekidqueen · 3 months

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝

Part Two Part One

Luke Castellan x Apollo!fem!reader

Comforting angst

warnings: character death, depression, lots of crying.

Days passed, days since your ki- hang out with Luke.

Hang out? Who were you kidding? It was clear it wasn’t him.

But you’d laid yourself bare to him, been about to confess all your feelings and he had just shut you down and run away.

Of course you didn’t wanna talk about it in the morning.

The tragedy was he did.

And just when you were feeling better, and your conversations weren’t so awkward, fate tossed you to the ground again, as it often did. You still didn’t really believe it.

Cecilia, your cabin counsellor, your beloved older sister had died on the road to college. It seemed impossible.

Of course, they’d had a brief ceremony, a burning of a golden yellow shroud weaved with her own fingers. And then they’d appointed you as cabin counsellor, announced a bunch of new kids had arrived and everyone forgot.

It made you sick to think people would forget Cecilia. That the three Apollo kids your cabin had greeted would grow up without her and never know of her presence.

Obviously, your cabin was upset, but they didn’t make it so as Aphrodite always did. The sun keeps shining, and Apollo kids kept going, laughing, training, even if muffled sobs could be heard the first few nights. They never talked of her, and after the first week, she was a sad little scar that had scabbed.

It still hurt a little, but the memory was what hurt the most.

Except for you. She was still a mortal, lethal wound for you. And it was getting harder and harder to keep your composure and pretend everything was okay.

Shortly, it all cracked and spilled out from you. It hadn’t been anyone’s fault really. Chiron was just trying to be supportive to little Will, but when he praised enthusiastically that he was the best archer he’d scene for 300 years, tears seemed to burst from you.

Because that had been Cecilia’s title. She had been the best archer, training all the little ones supportively and making people gasp with the precision of her shots.

It seemed Chiron had already forgotten. Everyone had.

It was like losing her all over again.

No one saw the little sun cracking on the archery field. They just noticed you disappearing behind some clouds.

You didn’t pay attention to the stares and whiplash glances of some, as you ran back to your cabin with tears streaming, and your heart in your throat.

Didn’t notice as a tall brunette boy on the sword plains spotted you, dropped his sword immediately and with a shouted apology behind him began to sprint after you.

Your bed was warm and comforting, the covers swaddled around your shoulders in a safe cocoon as you sobbed your heart and soul onto your pillow.

Cecelia was dead. Dead. This is what you would deal with every day for the rest of your life, she was dead and she would be replaced and forgotten and no one would even know her and-

The door creaked open and immediately you stilled, pretending to be asleep.

“Y/N?” It was Luke.

Not the timing, you thought to yourself miserably.

“Y-yeah,” you tried for a sleepy yawn, but it came out cracked and pained. Ugh.

“You ok?” He asked quietly, and you heard his footsteps approach.

“Yeah, yeah. Just woke up.” But your voice was hollow and very much awake.

He sat softly at the edge of your bed, and for a while you were both still. Only your breath was audible. Then, tentatively and slowly, you began to feel his warm fingers slide through your hair. It was so comforting and lovely that you had to swallow down the wave of tears that surfaced.

“It’s okay, you know,” he murmured, your hair in glorious tangles around his knuckles, “to cry. You don’t have to pretend. Especially for me.”

“Yeah, I know,” you whispered back, “it’s just-“ you hesitated.

I love you.

I don’t want to burden you with all my stupid problems.

“You probably don’t want to talk about this to anyone, right? Me included.” He guessed, and he began to retract his fingers and you felt like screaming at how utterly wrong he was. “I’m sorry, I should give you space.”

“No, you don’t have to. You can stay here.” You tried not to beg, but you were inches from clinging onto him to stop his departure. He understood.

“Would you like me to stay?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Then here I’m staying. In your bed.” He reassured comfortingly, “I mean, on.”

His flustered stuttering made you smile weakly and turn to face him.

His whole face softened, lost all his fluster and stress when your eyes met, but you were too busy setting your head into his lap so you faced up at him to notice.

He traced your tear tracks, brushing any remaining ones away with his thumbs.

“I know the pain feels awful,” he said suddenly, “but if you ever feel bad, like you can’t breathe or you’re about to burst, don’t keep it in y/n, come find me. I’m always here for you, always.”

“Thank you.” You said near inaudibly.

“I hate seeing you cry,” he confessed, his forehead crinkling, “or being sad. It just hurts me. But I love making you feel better, I’d do anything in the world to make you happy, I promise.”

“Thank you.” You said louder this time, your cheeks beginning to heat up.

It was a peaceful few seconds you gazed at each other, smiling. Then you closed your eyes, comforted.

You felt warm hands lift your body, and your eyes fluttered open. But it was just Luke lying down beside you and repositioning yourself on his chest.

“Sorry,” he murmured, “just figured we might be here for a while.”

His arms encircled you, and even in your drunken state of misery, your heart rate sped up. You turned your head slightly, so you could hide your bashful grin in the orange folds of his shirt. His chest was warm, comforting, and you could feel every deep breath he took.

“Sorry,” you murmured, facing up once more, “your shirt’s probably going to be all soggy after this.”

“I don’t mind a soggy shirt if it makes you happy.” He breathed, and your heart was bursting from the love that statement invoked when you saw his eyes flicker. Your eyes. Your mouth.

Could he really-

Surely not-

Eyes. Mouth.

The air was electric, as if Zeus himself was in the cabin. The space was getting tighter and smaller and everything was so close and dizzy and what in the gods before you knew it you were nose to nose and you could feel his warm breath and he was leaning down to kiss you against the pillow.

It might’ve been the best kiss you ever had. With salt on your tongue, and sweetness from his lips, the tastes of all your emotions were combined, giving way to the most passionate and fantastic kiss you’d ever had. Your head was pressed to the pillow, and he was moving above you, warm, soft and pouring his heart out to you, the gateway his lips. It seemed every single ‘I love you’ either of you had ever been too afraid to say was expressed strongly now, each drop of attraction and love and feeling was encapsulated between the movement of your lips.

“I’m sorry I didn’t stay,” he breathed, against your lips, when you finally pulled apart, both of you panting, “I didn’t want to do anything while you were drunk. But of course I wanted to. I wanted you. I have for so long.”

“It’s okay. I have too,” and you laughed, all those emotions and secrets finally free. You were so giddy with joy! But Luke remained tense, nervous for a reason you couldn’t determine. You calmed down, scared it was all about to come crashing down.

“It’s- it’s not just that, y/n,” he paused, sitting up further away, eyes still looking profoundly into yours, “I love you. I love you, all of you, and you should know that to me you’ve never been a burden, only a miracle to have been with.”

Your breath was caught in your throat, blown away by his confession. You were expecting he might’ve been crushing on you? But loving you? You’d never dared to consider that as an option. And you were beyond thrilled.

“Now would be a great time to say anything,” he laughed nervously, fingers brushing over your shoulders restlessly. You immediately felt awful for keeping him waiting.

“I love you too.” You blurted, letting silence ensue. “You make me so happy every time you make a joke or take care of the new unclaimed kids. I’m just in shock.”

And then the pair of you were laughing together, foreheads pressed together before you were tangled in an embrace, that led to another heated kiss on your bed.

You knew soon other campers would arrive to see two head counselors kissing, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care. In fact, while Luke’s like we’re on yours, you couldn’t seem to form any coherent thoughts at all.

In the back of your mind, you were still sobbing over Cecilia. Deeply, you knew you always would. Your heart would always be chipped in that way, the missing fragment forever in her fist as she wandered Elysium.

But you also knew how happy she would be to see you thriving, dating and loving Luke, a boy she had always suggested and approved of. She imagined her now, giggling in delight and grinning at what had transpired. And slowly, the pain began to lift.

Maybe a scar would be okay, as long as you loved and remembered it.

Most of all, you knew that for as long as you required a shoulder to make soggy, Luke would always be there to be your comfort person.

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wonbin-truther · 30 days

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too nice haechan x reader - 791 words angst, mentions of drinking and bars, reader fumbles the bag (haechan) again

haechan watches across the bar as you down your 10th shot of some clear liquid that another man had bought for you. he watches as your lips that were once his move against the lips of another man. mark walks up to his side and groans, "dude she's not worth it. i don't even know why she's here." he was right. you lived on the other side of town. a part of him wonder and hoped you were here because you knew he would be too. mark nudged him to get his attention, "how about we go to karaoke." haechan broke his gaze away from your figure, walking out the door with a mans hand in your back-pocket. "sure," he downed the last of his drink. it seemed as if you followed him everywhere making haechan wonder which god he pissed off in a past life. the next time was in the rain. there you sat on the swing of the old playground as the cold pellets hit you, looking down at your feet. hyuck also wonders in that moment what magnetic force is in him as he walks up to you, placing his umbrella over you. the rain hits him and soaks through his sweater but he doesnt care as your eyes looked up and met his. even as the rain beaded down from your hair onto your face he could tell you had been crying. he put his hand out to you and you took it, following him to his house. you sat with your head down as he lifted the wet top over your head, replacing it with a dry out. you let him dry your hair with a towel and lead you too his room. you sat on the edge of his bed and the tears flowed again, "i'm so sorry." he didnt say anything as he gathered a pillow and blanket for himself. "hyuck im so sorry. you're too nice for me," you continued. he paused to look at you before retreating to the couch for the night, "i know". when he woke up the next day you were nothing but a fleeting memory and crumbled up bed sheets at the foot of his bed. he expected a little more from a girl he dated for nearly 4 years, maybe a note or a text. he looked at his phone to no notification. he wondered for a moment if he blocked you again but remembered you remained unblocked after he drunk called you 5 times last month (none of which you answered).

he hated this run around he always did with you. here he was, drunk in your car as you drove to your apartment. he blabbered in the passengers seat about how he missed you and you sat in silence as your eyes were locked on the road. you swore you had mark's number saved. you paced around your living room as haechan was asleep on your couch. you couldn't have him here. nothing good ever came of haechan in your close proximity. you had broken it off with him last summer. you can't place why it happened. when your close friends asked you what happened you shrugged and just replied "the spark burned out". it was a lie. even as he laid on your couch drooling on a pillow, smelling like cheep wiskey and another girls perfume, you felt nothing but pure love. it was something inside you that you could never tell anyone about. a little voice saying he was too good for you. you never deserved him. why would someone like you be with someone like him? you let the little voice win. no matter who you made out with at bars or who walked you up to your doorstep and made sure you got in safe, they would never be lee haechan. you thanked everything when you finally found marks number. he picked up on the second ring. "uhh who is this?" his voice was sleep deprived "hi sorry it's yn. um can you please pick up haechan" "yea give me a second" and he hung up mark lee was just as you had remembered. he had a certain boyish charm you could never quite put your finger on but pulled you towards him. he walked into your house and slung haechan's arm over his shoulder, hoisting him up. "thank you for keeping him safe." "please dont mention he was here in the morning" mark gave you a soft smile as he bid you goodnight and left. he was true to his word and you didn't a text or call from haechan in the morning. the disappointment settled in your gut as you reminded yourself he was too good for you.

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officialaemondtargaryen · 10 months

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A Fine Line [part 3]

Summary: You've been with Aegon for a little over four years and the relationship just isn't the same. His brother isn't helping the situation, either. This is a Modern Day AU!

Pairing: Aegon x Reader / Aemond x Reader

Word Count: 4.0k

Author’s Note: Sorry it was late! I don't know if my M,W,F schedule is going to work. I just want to say thank you all! I really hope you like this one and please, I would love to hear your thoughts & predictions! I basically screech like a pterodactyl whenever you guys leave comments! Tag list is open!

Warnings for the entire series: severe angst, cheating, unprotected sex, jealousy, lying, possessiveness, stalking, manipulation, and language, alcohol use, recreational drug use.

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The light from the early, Saturday morning sun filtered into your bedroom through half-opened blinds, illuminating tiny specks of dust in the air. It was warm with Aegon pressed against your back; his soft breaths fanning over your shoulder. You stirred softly, turning so that you were facing him, doing your absolute best to not disturb him so that he could continue to sleep in.

It broke your heart to look at him now, knowing that your relationship was hanging by a thread. Wondering how you got here, how you arrived at the platform of whatever these feelings were that you felt for him. Caught between the memories of what you had once before, and feeling as if you were in this bed alone, despite the fact that he was laying right next to you.

You moved, swinging your feet over the side of the bed as you stood up with a sigh. Aegon groaned, his arms reaching for you before turning back over on his stomach and going right back to sleep. His wavy, golden hair splayed out on the pillows as he shifted deeper into them. The duvet pulled down, exposing his freckled shoulders. It took everything in you not to reach out and touch him.

Even your fingers balled into a fist, nails digging into your palm to keep yourself from it. Why? You'd wind up disappointed, feeling unwanted, and he'd be annoyed that you woke him.

The thought made you want to cry.

It was around noon when he finally emerged from the bedroom. You had lost track of how long you'd been sitting at the kitchen table; a bagel untouched on the plate in front of you. You jumped slightly at the feeling of his hand on the back of your neck, just briefly touching you as he made his way to the coffee maker. It was a fleeting moment, his fingertips leaving you just as quickly as they came.

He was in a white t-shirt and a pair of boxers. Despite his disheveled appearance, he looked close to angelic- even with the dark circles under his clouded, blue eyes. You could hear him inhale and exhale heavily with his first sip of coffee; shoulders rising and falling with his breath.

When did it become this way? This silence?

You used to look forward to Saturday mornings; knowing that you had two full days with him to yourself. You'd spend every weekend tangled on the couch or in the bed, not getting up unless you absolutely needed to. Weekends in the summer were always fun, too. He'd always find something for the two of you to do; getting high at the beach, spending your days at Coney eating corndogs and funnel cake until you wanted to throw up or throw yourselves right off the end of the pier. You missed his ice cream cone kisses and the way he would lay his head in your lap as you would read whatever novel you had brought with you that day.

"Colleen Hoover," you whispered to yourself as you absentmindedly stirred your lukewarm coffee; the last book you remember reading on a beach towel under the hot, July sun.

"What was that?" Aegon asked, turning to face you.

You were broken out of your trance and looked up at him. "What?"

"I think you went somewhere," a goofy smile replaced his signature pout. When you didn't say anything, his smile faltered. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Mm," you hummed and took a sip of your coffee before making a face. It was definitely lukewarm- cold, even. "So, awards ceremony tonight, huh?"

Aegon rolled his eyes, "If I could just not, I would not."

You stood up and dumped your cold coffee down the drain and sat your cup in the sink. "But babe," you sighed softly and reached for him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "Look at everything you've accomplished, what you've become! You've worked so hard!"

His eyes were glued to the floor. "You're right," his lips turned up into a smile as he looked up at you through fair lashes. His hands caressed the skin on the back of your arms. "I've worked really hard, and soon it will all pay off and we'll buy a house and get a dog." His forehead pressed against yours as he sighed. His eyes fluttered shut. "A golden retriever, we'll name him Sunny."

"Sunny sounds like he's a really good boy," you whispered and moved to place a kiss on his lips.

"The best," his body became less tense.

You smiled as you stood like that for a moment, just swaying back and forth as he held you so close that you could feel his heartbeat. He was so warm in your arms that you felt like you were holding onto a piece of the sun. You turned your head to place a kiss on the side of his neck, lips brushing the soft skin under his ear, wanting nothing but to tell him that you loved him, that you missed him, that you wanted things to go back to the way they were. But your eyes fluttered open as you heard his phone vibrate on the counter, the moment instantly shattering to bring you back to the reality of your mediocre life. Aegon tensed, his head falling to your shoulder as he groaned in annoyance.

"And so it begins," he mumbled. He let the phone ring, knowing that Otto would call back immediately after it went to voicemail.

Before he could leave the kitchen, you stopped him.

"Hey, would you mind if I invited Aemond to go bowling with us tonight?" You asked, gnawing on the inside of your cheek.

"Not at all," he shrugged. "It'd probably be good for him to get out. Let me see what this fucker wants and then I'll text you his number."

Aegon left shortly after, having been summoned to some "pre-ceremony conference" just to finalize the details of the evening. He had sent over Aemond's contact information before he left, promising that he would see you later tonight. Suddenly you found yourself alone, the silence sitting with you like a friend that you'd run out of things to talk about with.

You stared at your phone for what felt like hours, thumbs hovering over the keyboard; not sure why 'hey, did you really want to go bowling' was such a hard thing to say, but you typed it and deleted it about one hundred times. The final time you typed the words, you quickly pressed the tiny, blue arrow, sending the message into the void before setting your phone face down on the table and standing up.

Before you had even turned to walk out of the kitchen and towards your bedroom, you heard a ding! The butterflies in your stomach, which shouldn't have been there, fluttered mercilessly almost making you nauseous. You inhaled at the sight of the words on the screen, your eyes scanning them over and over again: "Of course, I'll see you there." What was most likely an unambiguous winking emoji at the end of that sentence- because in your experience, men didn't know what emojis even were- was staring back at you with a strange tension that caused a knot to form in your throat.

It was wrong.

It was all so, so wrong.

You placed your phone back down on the kitchen table and shook your head; fighting an internal battle with the guilt and the excitement that you felt. Neither one was winning, but both were slowly tearing you in half.

The thought of cancelling crossed your mind as you showered, but only because you found yourself fantasizing about every possible scenario that would lead to this night ending with you on your back in Aemond's bed. You pictured a navy blue duvet and cold, cotton sheets; a wooden headboard tapping against dark colored walls. Your legs clenched together at the thought of his weight pressing down on you.

As you continued to get ready, the images were becoming ingrained on the back of your eyelids. Every time you closed your eyes small details would change; positions, locations, where his mouth was on your body, the lighting of the room, the scent of his cologne, if his hair was up or down. You had tried to reason with yourself, that this was a completely normal feeling, that you just hadn't been laid in a while.

It didn't make a difference.

You half-hoped that he wouldn't follow through with his plans to meet you at the bowling alley. However, when you turned the corner on to 9th Avenue, you noticed his lithe figure leaning against the outside of the building. You stopped for a few seconds, watching him as he stood there; his warm breath swirling in the frigid, January air as he checked his phone.

Seconds later you felt a vibration in your pocket: "I'm here."

"I have to ask, what is your haircare routine because I've yet to see you have a bad hair day." You texted back.

He looked up and around until his gaze caught you, a small smile tugged at his lips as he pushed himself off of the side of the building. You joined him at his side, your neck craned to see his face.

"It is surprisingly simple, but if I told you then I'd have to kill you," he said so smoothly he could have rehearsed it. "And I like you," he added as he opened the door into the bowling alley and gestured for you to go inside. "So, I'd rather not say."

You smirked at his words, eyes rolling slightly. "If you ever change your mind, here's my business card-" of course you had one with you. "My readers would love to know."

He chuckled at that, "I absolutely will," and tucked the card in his coat pocket. "So who's birthday is it?"

"My coworker, Jace," you replied as you scoured the lanes for Baela and Jace. "He's probably a few years younger than you, writes really thoughtful obituaries." You spotted Baela and waved. "Baela is here, too. You met her last night."

You weren't sure why you felt nervous. Aemond certainly didn't seem to be. He was so calm and collected, and cool, as if it was effortless to him; as if he didn't command every eye to look at him the moment he entered a room. The look on Baela's face couldn't have been further from calm, collected, and cool. Her white curls fell over furrowed brows and her lips were pushed to the side.

Jace just looked happy to be there.

"Hey guys," you greeted as you stepped down to the table they were sitting at. "Happy birthday, Jace!" You moved to give him a quick hug. "Jace this is Aegon's brother, Aemond. Aemond, this is Jace. Aegon couldn't make it, some work thing."

"Lucky me," Aemond smirked as he shook Jace's hand. "It's nice to meet you." He then turned his attention to Baela. "Lovely to see you again, Baela."

Despite her rigid expression earlier, you did see her cheeks turn just a shade darker as he kissed her knuckles. You smiled to yourself.

"You guys should go get shoes," Jace mentioned. "Unless you're afraid to lose."

Aemond's eye squinted as he looked at Jace and laughed, "In a hurry to get shown up on your birthday?"

"Go get the shoes!" You groaned at him, pushing him towards the rental counter. "I'm a size __." Your eyes followed Aemond as he disappeared through the crowd before you turned your attention back to Baela. "What?"

Her arms were crossed over her chest. "I'm just concerned," she says softly. "You've been here all of five minutes and I haven't seen you this happy in two years? I just don't want you to do something that you'll regret."

Your shoulders slump and you rolled your eyes dramatically. "Baela, I'm just-" you stopped when you saw Aemond making his way back over to the table. "Being nice! Two people can be just friends."

She gave you a look but dropped the subject as Aemond dropped your bowling shoes in front of your feet. Someone ordered a round of shots, and then a second round, and a third. It was starting to get warm, the music was loud, and you felt good. Aemond was surprisingly extroverted, despite the enigmatic aura he typically projected. He seemed so nonchalant, like he belonged there, like he was good at it.

The game was obviously competitive, with Jace and Aemond doing their best to one-up each other with every strike. They carried most of the score, while you and Baela joked around, not really caring. You stepped up to the line, getting ready to throw the swirly purple and teal ball down the lane.

"Wait, wait, wait!" You heard behind you. A flurry of pale blonde hair bounced towards your side. "I've watched you throw three straight gutter balls, please, allow me?"

"What?" You gasped. "I know we're behind, but I'm not going to cheat and let you take my shot for me!"

Aemond held a hand to his chest, "The fact that you would even insinuate that I'd allow you to cheat!" He scoffed. "Please, just-"

He turned you back to face the pins, the contact of his hands on your shoulders made you disoriented. You tried to breathe, but it was so warm in there. There was a slight rosy hue to his otherwise pale cheeks as he towered over you. His hands lingered still on your shoulders. You tried not to pay attention to the way his fingers pressed into your skin as your blouse shifted beneath his grip.

"Put your feet here," he instructed and pointed to where you should stand with his toe. One hand dropped to the small of your back, you swallowed thick. "Now," his lips were dangerously close to your ear. "Line your ball up with that pin and when you step up to throw, bring this leg back."

You felt the inside of your body clenching as his hands dropped to your waist. Your cheeks flushed as the hair on the back of your neck stood straight.

Following his instruction, you took a few steps up to the pine and released your ball. Within seconds it curved to the left, falling straight into the gutter once more. You turned to look at him with a disappointed frown. His lips couldn't help but begin to turn upwards at your failure.

“I thought you said you were good at this?” You say to Aemond, giving him a playful shove. "We're going to lose!"

"And you'd blame me?" He asked with a smile.

"You instructed me right into a gutter ball!" You threw your hands up.

"My instruction was flawless, as always," you could hear the double entendre in his voice. "Not my fault you couldn't focus."

"I beg to differ," you quipped under your breath, knowing that he was close enough to hear you.

On his next turn, Jace bowled a strike to win the game. The scores weren't even close, but it didn't matter. You'd had more fun tonight than you'd had in- well, since you could remember. For a moment, you'd wished Aegon had been here, but you shut the door on that thought as you checked your phone to see that he hadn't texted you- not even to check in- since he left the apartment earlier.

Your eyes connected with Aemond as you slipped your phone back into your pocket and you smiled softly. You hardly knew him, but you could tell he knew; Aegon was his brother, after all.

"Another game?" Jace asked.

"I don't think I have another game in me," you chuckled. "My shoulder is killing me after the three games we just played."

"The three games you lost, you mean?" Jace countered.

"Hey, I know it's your birthday, but I will still kick your ass!" You laughed as you slipped out of your bowling shoes.

"We'll have a rematch, soon." Aemond interjected, holding his hand out to Jace. "Good match."

"Girls versus guys next time, maybe?" Jace laughed and shook Aemond's hand.

"That wouldn't be fair," Aemond mentioned with a cocky smirk.

"I wouldn't underestimate us," Baela added as she slung her arm over your shoulder and began walking with you towards the counter to drop off your shoes.

The midnight air was numbing as you stepped out of the comforting warmth of the bowling alley. You were almost instantly sobered, feeling tiny flecks of snow fall to your face. The sidewalks were still buzzing and the traffic on 9th Avenue was still busy as car horns sounded in the distance; a reminder that you lived in a 24 hour city.

"Anyone want to go grab a slice of pizza?" You asked. One, because you needed something to soak up the alcohol in your stomach. And two, because you knew that once Jace and Baela left, you'd be alone with Aemond.

Baela hugged you tightly before holding you at arms length, she mentioned something about going to church with her parents tomorrow morning and promised to see you bright-and-early Monday morning. Jace was already flushed from having a few, too many drinks, and Baela urged that he needed to get home.

You weren't necessarily disappointed, just anxious.

"Thanks for coming," Jace smiled warmly as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder in a side hug. He extended his fist out to Aemond, "it was good to meet you, man."

"Likewise, have a good night." His voice was soft through a tight-lipped smile.

You watched as Baela and Jace turned the corner, before turning your attention to Aemond. The headlights of passing by taxi cars shined in his crystalline eye, making him look as if he were unreal; a marble statue dressed in all back with his hands shoved into his pockets. You weren't sure what to say to him, if you should stay or go.

"Can I walk you to the train?" He asked and you exhaled with a smile.

"I'd like that," you replied.

The closest subway platform was two blocks down on 42nd. You did your best to keep up with his long strides, but it proved to be difficult. He had to stop a few times, turning to you with a smile while he waited for you to catch up. You mostly talked about work to keep the conversation going. The one thing you had noticed about Aemond was that he was a good listener, whether he actually cared about anything you were saying or not, he at least seemed to be interested.

He talked about himself, too, which you enjoyed. He talked about all of the places he had travelled to last year and how happy he was to be back home. He gushed about being able to see his family again, specifically his mother and his sister.

You'd never once heard Aegon speak about his family in such a way.

"Can I ask you something?" You said after the conversation had faded out. Your train was running late, but Aemond had been willing to wait with you so that you weren't alone.

"I can't guarantee I'll have an answer, but go for it."

"Why didn't you tell Aegon that we had met in the grocery store?"

He looked at you, his eye narrowed. "Honestly, it's just easier not to say anything sometimes." He spoke, a pensive expression across his pointed features. "Why didn't you?"

You dropped you gaze to the concrete floor. "Because it's just easier not to say anything, sometimes." You repeated his own words, knowing exactly what he meant.

"Hm," he hummed as he leaned up against a brick column. "You know," he said after a few moments of silence. You looked back up at him. "This can't happen." He motioned to the space between the two of you.

"What? Never!" You replied quickly. "I'm appalled that you're even assuming."

"I'm just making sure we're on the same page," he held his hands up defensively.

"We are," you agreed.

"We are?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Yes, we're friends," you replied sternly. "That's all it can be."

"Good," he stuck his hand out for you to shake on it.

You shook his hand with a firm grip, but he turned your hand over in his, placing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. It made your heart flutter every time. The announcement that your train was arriving played on the overhead speakers.

"Thank you, Y/N. For tonight." His blue eye was piercing through you. "That was the most fun I've had in a while."

They way he said your name and the feeling of your hand in his made you wish he'd just take you home with him; to that navy blue duvet you were picturing earlier. But that was just a fantasy that lived in your mind only, and would never- could never come to fruition. He was right, Baela was right, this couldn't happen.

"You're welcome, I'm glad that you had a good time." You said softly, doing your best to hide your disappointment that the night was ending. "Thank you for coming with me."

As the train pulled up to the platform, you wished that he would pull you into him. The crisp air was thick with tension, and even though you had just agreed to the terms of this- you weren't even sure if you could call it a relationship- friendship, a look lingered in Aemond's eye that told you he didn't mean any of it.

"Friends," you repeated, reminding yourself and him of the deal that you had just made.

He nodded, "Friends."

"I hope you have a good night, Aemond." You pulled your hand from his slowly until it dropped to your side. The doors to the train opened and you found yourself a spot next to the window, forcing yourself not to look back.

Aegon isn't home when you step into your apartment. It's almost too dark and cold, and quiet, and you feel like you shouldn't even be there. You don't even care to hang up your bag and coat, you simply toss them over the arm of the couch. You've got a slight headache and you're starving, and all that you can think about is something you shouldn't be thinking about.

Your phone vibrated as you headed into the kitchen.

Aemond.

"Thanks again, I hope you made it home safe."

You found your thumbs typing a reply before you could even think if it was a good idea or not, "Anytime! I just walked through the door. We should have definitely gotten pizza, but I guess leftover lasagna will work."

Not even bothering to heat up your leftovers, you make your way back into the living room with a Tupperware of lasagna from last night and a fork. You click on the television, catching up on the news before flipping it over to one of your favorite shows.

"You've beaten me, I've got cereal."

You laughed and typed, "That kind of suits you."

Over the next two hours you had squeezed in three new episodes of your show and discussed everything from food, to movies, to philosophy with Aemond. He'd leave you the occasional voice note when he didn't feel like typing a reply, and you'd try not to think about how good his voice sounded at this ungodly hour. You'd try not to think of him sitting back, half-lidded on the couch, in a very comfortable sweater and a pair of joggers with a smile on his face because he was texting you.

It was almost 3:00 AM when you finally got a text from Aegon.

"Don't feel like you need to wait up for me. I love you."

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igotanidea · 8 months

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Bad day : Dick grayson x fem!reader

Summary: some days are just shitty for no particular reason.

Warning: swearing, apart from that fluff.

***

She had no idea what she had been expecting.

It was freaking Gotham.

Of course it had to rain all the time.

Like seriously, all the fucking time.

Any other day she would probably just let it slip, but not today.

This one particular October Monday turned out to be the nail to the coffin.

From the early morning everything was going uphill.

She woke up without Dick by her side which made her worried and like crying. (can’t blame the girl, her boyfriend was a vigilante for god’s sake!). and what was even worse was that radio silence on his part. Most probably he was on some super-secret undercover mission (damn his ass!)

Every other member of her team at work were absent for personal reason (shit, Y/N had enough of personal reasons to stay at home for a week and yet, she didn’t right?!).

Everyone wanted something from her all at once with the yesterday deadline which left her completely drained.

Her brain was definitely all over the place, disenabling her from any focus, her mind focusing on only one thing.

Getting home.

Grabbing a blanket.

And hiding from the whole world.

“Y/N…?” one of her co-workers from another department approached her carefully. Y/N was usually the energetic, positive type so the rumours about her mood switch spread like lighting.

“what?!” she snapped, her mixed up feelings finally finding a way to the surface. However, she quickly regretted it upon seeing her colleague terrified face. “God!” she half-groaned, half-squealed “I’m sorry…. I’m sorry….” She rubbed her forehead in frustration “I’m just having a really bad day… Didn’t mean to yell at you or anything.”

“It’s fine. We all have bad days.” The other girls said and Y/N couldn’t help but be grateful at her understanding. “Can I help you with something though, Y/N?”

“No..” she shook her head. “No, I just have to push through I guess. But thanks either way.”

The other girl just nodded and exited the room, closing the door tight leaving Y/N to deal with her hormones, anxiety and mixed up feelings.

***

It felt like the hours at work stretched into minutes, every other one becoming more and more gruesome and Y/N hated it.

She literally, truly madly deeply hated it.

To add to it all, the second she left her work, some fucking stupid driver decided to drive the car straight into the giant puddle next to the pavement, causing a little fountain that splayed and wetted the poor girl. She barely held back from yelling at the man, but did not stop herself for sending a middle finger his way.

Half-depressed, cold, alone and drenched she dragged her ass into her apartment ready to cry her heart out while holding a pillow and drown her sorrows into her comfort food she had stacked in the kitchen cupboard.

Yes, she definitely felt like throwing a little pity party for one.

But.

There are multiple occasions in life when you just don’t know how you feel. And that was the case that one Monday.

When she opened the door to her apartment all the sorrow and sadness seemed to evaporate in a second replaced by something way more ….vivid.

“FUCK!” she yelled at the top of her lungs, throwing her bag on the floor and kicking her shoes, punching the wall and regretting it because of the immediate pain. “fuck! Fuck! Fuckety fucking fuck day!”

She threw her coat on the floor, not caring about it getting dirty or crumpled and headed straight toward kitchen to grab that little packet of cookies saved for the rainy day (literally).

“What the fuck now!?” she started rummaging through the cupboard but her little treat was nowhere to be found. “WHAT. THE. FUCK!?”

“Y/N……?”

“SHIT!!”

She jumped at the sound, not recognising that little, a bit scared voice coming from the side of the couch. Out of complete instinct she grabbed the fork from the drawer and aimed it at the potential opponent.

However, before she could truly attack the person with that makeshift weapon, the light went on and much to her surprise Y/N realised it was her boyfriend napping on her couch, an empty cookie box laying on the floor next to him, making it impossible to hide the hideous crime he committed.

“DID YOU EAT MY COOKIES?!”

“Y/n…… baby?” Dick stuttered, his eyes growing wide at his girl current state. He has never seen her this angry, like never and it was way more terrifying than all the Gotham villains combined together. And apparently he added to it, by not thinking she might actually want those snacks that were already outdated after all! “Princess?” he whispered, not sure whether he should hug her or run away from her. She was truly fury incorporated.

“AND WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!? Do you have any fucking idea how worried and stressed I was?!”

“I got an idea……” Dick muttered

“DON’T YOU DARE TALKING BACK TO ME DICK GRAYSON!!”

“Y/N…. love…..” he gathered all the courage to take a few steps towards her, still keeping a safe distance from the fork. “Are you on your period, or something baby? “ his voice was shaking a little bit knowing he was quite literally stepping on thin ice.

“Take another step and I’ll dig this fork into your arm! You fucking disappeared! No note, no text, nothing!”

“Honey……” he whispered carefully, not stopping “Do you need chocolate, cuddles, a hug?” another few steps forward and he noticed how drenched she was, how her makeup was flowing down her cheeks in a thick black streak and how tired and confused she was. “Come on, babe…..Just…. tell… me…” he slowly reached for her hand and gathered the fork, throwing it away and wrapping arms around her before she had enough time to escape him.

“LET GO OFF ME!!” she struggled against his grip.,

“no.” he said simply, holding her tighter to him

“I’m being serious!!”she cried out, tussling even more, even though she obviously had zero chances against him.

“so I am.”

“DICK!”

“Y/N.”

“LET GO!”

“No. You know I’ll never let go of you.”

“I….I…..!”

“Yes, baby?” one of his hand found a way to the back of her head caressing her hair and neck, the other resting on the small of her back repeating the same gesture there.

And that was enough to finally make her cry. She let out all those tears of frustration, fear, anger, sense of unfairness….. everything that’s been babbling inside her for the entire day for no particular reason.

“Shhhh…..” she rocked back and forth with her in a gentle, repetitive motion, being her rock, her strength, her protection “Shh…. Let it all out……”

“I hate this fucking city!!” she sobbed, clinging onto him, not caring about the fact she was making him wet as well. She just couldn’t anymore.

“I know, sunshine….” He agreed, kissing her dump hair.

“I fucking hate everyone!”

“Mhm…. Sure…..” he didn’t stop, grabbing her hand and putting it on her heart, unclenching her fingers

“I….I….. I…..” she stuttered and sniffled feeling his steady heartbeat that seemed to calm her down.

“Yes, love?” Dick asked putting one finger under her chin forcing her gaze up on him. “what is, sweet-pea?”

“I don’t know…..” she pouted in an adorable manner, looking at him, looking like a grumpy 5 year-old.

“You are adorable like that.” Dick smiled at her and he meant it. Yes, she was looking like a wet chicken, but she was his wet chicken. And even if so, that little outlook could not kill the shine of her eyes, the redness of her lips and her general cuteness. Her cheeks were a little flushed due to the cold, her nose making her look like a Rudolf, the reindeer and that smudges mascara only added to that feeling forming in Dick’s heart and warming his insides. She needed him. His little babygirl needed his care, his protection, his affection. And he was more than happy to provide her with all the love and attention he could possibly muster. “Baby?” he asked with a huge smile.

“Hmmmmm…..” she muttered in a feigned annoyance, and Dick could not help but chuckle at her expression. “Stop laughing at me!”

“I’m sorry….” Dick leaned forward and kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose and then pecked her lips briefly making her whine and close her eyes. “God, I love you.” He planted another, a little longer and more passionate kiss on her soft, wet, warm mouth. “You make me crazy for you, even when you look like a taylor swift in blank space” he chuckles, cupping her cheek and rubbing through the black stains there.

“I knew you were a swiftie!” she laughed in some wicked sense of victory.

“Oh, now…. here’s that smile I love.” Dick leaned his forehead on hers and all of a sudden she felt so calm with his presence next to her. He truly was a golden boy.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you….” She whispered

“It’s ok love.”

“No… No it’s not…. I’m not like that normally……” she pulled back, desperately trying to explain herself. “I mean it, I’m sorry…. Shouldn’t have let out my frustration on you. You have enough on your plate.”

“What I have on my plate …. What takes the most space is my beautiful girlfriend with anger management issues.“

“HEY!” she cried out at his fairly offensive words .

“I’m not mad I swear.” Dick chuckled at her uproar

“Shut up and take my freaking apologies Grayson!” she grinned and tried to punch him, but he was quick enough to grab her fist, put it to her mouth and kiss every one of her knuckles and his gaze fixed on her made her melt.

“I love you, baby…..” he whispers, grabbing her waist and pulling her close, his hand traveling up and down her side in a calming, gentle, loving and caring motion.

“Just…..” she cuts off, all the negative replaced by sheer love and adoration of this unbelievable man, who gives her everything she may ask for, even is she herself doesn’t know what she needs at the moment.

“Let me take care of you…..” Dick murmured into her ear, brushing his nose over her hair, inhaling her scent, his breath on her skin making her almost dry out. “Let me help you out, baby……” his fingers brushed over her cheek and neck, moving to the top button of her shirt.

“D-d-dick…..”

“I don’t want you to get sick, darling…..” he smirked, still playing with that little piece of plastic making her whole body shiver.

“I-I…..”

“How about I run you a bath?” his voice was so hotly hoarse and deep that if he asked her to jump into the fire she would do it without hesitation. She was completely lost in him. In the way his hands were touching her, in the way his eyes were shining and scanning her with so many feelings, in the way he was making her legs shake.

“U-uh-uhuh…..” she whimpered.

“Good….”

***

It took him five minutes to get rid of her clothes, fill the tub with warm (not hot!) water and pour her favourite foam bath inside.

“Come on, princess. Hop in.” he offered her a hand making sure she wouldn’t slip and fall. It was admirable how he was focused entirely on making her relax and not on the way her naked body was moving In front of him.

Such a gentleman.

He didn’t even get distracted by that little moan she let out involuntarily once the warmth spread all over her tensed muscled.

“Enjoying yourself, babe?” he smirked reaching for the loofah and slowly starting to move it around her back, making sure to work out all the knots.

“You have no idea…..” she whispered letting her tensed shoulders relax under his touch.

“I actually think I do…..” he flicked her hair away and kissed the back of her neck and her shoulder, making sure to not choke on the suds. “All the best for my beautiful girl.”

“Dickie…..” she let out another soft whimper

“Yes….?”

“Will you wash my hair too?” she chuckled

“well I said everything, didn’t I?”

***

He even went as far as removing her makeup making sure to properly clean up all her skin, pecking her cheeks and nose and forehead and eyelids, not stopping until a little blush crept up on her face and he saw that pretty bright smile once more.

Almost an hour later, after he thoroughly dried her out with the big fluffy towel, kissing every inch of her skin in the process and dressed her up in jammies, she was sitting on her couch, tightly wrapped up in the warm soft blanket.

Feeling completely taken care of.

And with Dick serving as her pillow, because he refused to let her go anywhere from his embrace. Instead, he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her straight on top of him, his arms wrapping around her. At first his tight hold almost prevented her from breathing but once she started hyperventilating he let go.

Slightly.

“Feeling any better?” he murmured against her freshly washed hair, smelling like lavender. “god, you do smell good. Might steal your shampoo from you….”

“Well I say you deserved it.” She chuckled, snuggling closer to him, her head resting on his chest. She sighs deeply and it’s the biggest reward for him. Seeing her content and relaxed instead of stressed and yelling at him in the middle of the room trying to poke his eye out with a cutlery. This was his girl… his pretty, perfect, happy babygirl.

“Love you….” He breathed out kissing the top of her head, holding her closer once more and this time not getting any complaints.

“Hey… Dick?”

‘Yeah, baby?”

“Thank you…. I know I’ve been a little bit mean today…..”

“a little?” he raised an eyebrow and grinned unable to stop himself.

“Grayson….” She said in a warning tone.

“You know I can’t stay mad at you and you’re just using that against me!” he exhaled dramatically making her laugh. “I’m glad I could be of help with fixing your bad day. Cause that was just it right? One bad day? You won’t be throwing knives at me next time you’re angry?”

“can’t make any promises….” She kissed the top of his nose. “I’ll try my best though.”

“I can work with that…..”

And just like that they slowly started to drift off in each other’s arms while that stupid fucking calm rain played a sleepy melody on the windowsill.

#dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #dick grayson fluff #nightwing fluff #dick grayson x y/n #nightwing x y/n #nightwing x oc #dick grayson x oc #dick grayson x you #nightwing x you

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aspiring-house-husband · 11 months

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the orcs raided your village in the middle of the night. they took you as ransom.

they were incredibly intelligent and capable warriors capable of so much grace for their size. they entered a kingdom made of stone and foliage, where everything natural speaks to your people, and they still evaded detection. they didn’t even wake you, the elves’ prince, until the sun woke you itself the next morning. they had put you in a soft bed with fluffy blankets and pillows in a stone cave with brambles braided at the entrance. you blinked awake while while the blankets and your nightshirt slipped down your arm, revealing half of your torso.

you recognized the orc that sat in the room with you. he was their leader, the scars and ornate body paint familiar to you. you had noticed, when he negotiated with your mother, how his eyes lingered to you. you notice it now, but you do not pull up the blankets to hide your chest.

“Good morning, highness,” he says, “do not be afraid. we mean you no harm and intend to take you home when the month is over. we simply needed you to make a point.”

“and what point is that?”

“your mother is very respectful and an ally to our kingdom. other elves, however, do not share her view. we took you to show them our might. our capability, our strength. our stealth and power.”

“i am impressed,” you tell him, sliding graceful legs to the bedside so that you could face him. he must have known the sleepclothes he brought you in, yet still his gaze flicks to the open expanse of your thighs, hardly hidden by the fabric that bunches up at your hip. “And what would you have me do, while i am your captive prisoner?”

“live,” he answers, “converse. sleep and eat well. we chose to take you because we believed that you would not return home and plea war, and we believed the same of your mother. we wish to make a statement, not provoke.”

“understood,” you say, slipping the inside of your lower lip between your teeth and sliding your thighs apart. “but what would you have me do while i am here?”

“what do you mean?” your teeth grow sharp as you smile at him, sliding your palms over your inner thighs and curling your fingers over the edge of the mattress.

“you are not the first to look at me the way you do,” you simper, tilting your head to expose your neck to him. “and i, as a prince, am accustomed to a certain lifestyle that you have managed to deprive me of in your incredibly noble mission.”

“my deepest apologies, your highness,” the orc responds, standing from his seat and stepping to you. he would tower over you if you were standing, but sitting like this, you have to drop your head back to meet his eye. “allow me to offer you my services in replacement of anything you find yourself missing.”

you lean in to him, lifting your hands to his body. his hip bones are at eye level.

“anything?” you ask, pressing your cheek to him. his pants are softer than you expected, but your temple and ear brush his bare skin just above the waistline.

“whatever you require, highness.”

you wrap your legs around his thigh and press a kiss to his skin, reaching around to his ass and pawing at it to pull him impossibly closer.

“i always get fucked when i wake up,” you tell him, lazing your tongue across the inside of his hip, pulling down his waistline with your teeth.

“quite debased, for a royal,” he answers, gently prying you off of him before hoisting you up, resting your thighs on his shoulders. he lays his chin on your thigh. “i can treat you the way a royal should be.”

with his teeth alone he rips your bedclothes from you and plunges his tongue into your willing hole. a noise you’re surprised could come out of you rips it’s way from your throat as you dig your heels into his back and your fingers knot into his hair. you can’t help the way it makes your stomach muscles quake and your voice bounce. he fucks into you with his tongue and it already stretches your hole and reaches deep into you. you cum into his mouth, and he licks into you to swallow whatever he can. he drops you into the bed with a laugh while you’re still convulsing with pleasure, and you’ve forgotten how tall he is, because you fall so much further than you expect.

his face is slicked with you, the body paint smeared around his cheeks. he has a hungry smile, like that of a predator, and he pulls the straps and wraps that keep his pants so that they fall to the floor and he can step free.

“i washed before you woke,” he promises, before yanking you toward him by your ankles and bending your knees so he can push a finger inside you. he skips to three when he realizes how aroused and soaked you are, and before long, you’re gripping onto his forearm with all your might, and your fingers only barely overlap around its circumference. he lets out a surprised chuckle when you clamp down around his fingers and cum again.

“look at me, majesty,” he says, and licks his fingers clean of you. you gather your breath as you watch, and he pops his middle finger from his lips, and you can’t take it anymore.

you were impressed by his grace. you have it too, because you pull your legs beneath you and launch at him. you wrap yourself around his torso and smash your lips together, smiling, smearing his body paint.

“on the bed, on your back,” you order him, and he immediately obeys; you pull your legs from beneath him before he traps them. you scoot back until you can feel him, and he radiates warmth, he makes you whimper before he’s even inside you. he holds your hips, but you wouldn’t need it, you’d be able to do this on your own. you sink over him slower than you usually do, but he’s bigger than you usually take, so you’ll accept that. he stretches you more beautifully than you thought possible, and when you rest on his hips, you see him pressing against your stomach.

he goes to lift you, but you push his hands back and shake your head.

“my turn,” you whisper, chest heaving. “my speed.”

“yes, your highness,” he answers, and you take your time to ride him, slow and purposeful and full. it feels like it pushes against your throat whenever you take it all the way, and your whole body flutters with your hole around him. his hands find your hips not to push and pull but to hold on, to keep himself from losing his mind, and it doesn’t work. he slams his hips up and into you when he cums, forcing a choking sound from you. it’s too easy to follow him over the edge as he spasms inside you, and even easier is it to fall on his chest and whimper through your orgasm.

his palm warms your back as he runs his hand slowly up and down your spine, and he has to strain his neck to kiss the top of your head.

“satisfactory, my prince?”

“more than. i’ll miss you when you return me home.”

“i could come visit.”

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kjmalfoy · 1 month

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Fatherly Love Pt2• 18+ Content

Warnings- Age Gap, Inflicted Self-Harm, Daddy Issues, Mention of Verbal and Physical Abuse, Description of Medical Attention, Mentions of Blood, Childhood Trauma, PTSD.

Summary- Waking up, the last thing you expected to see what John; and when you? You didn’t know how to react. Everything hurt, and ached at your heart. But, nonetheless; you let John tend your wounds.

Pairings- John!Price x F!Reader

Word Count- 2.1K

Author’s Note- I apologize this took FOREVER, college has ruined my passion to write; please forgive me my lovies:( also.. ending is so bad so yeah! SORRY ILY AND THE SUPPORT

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You woke up the next day, attempting to rub away the puffiness from your eyes– memories from yesterday already creeping in as you stared down at the tear-soaked pillow, damp spots still staining the pillowcases. You could feel your head throbbing, the pounding aches thumping in the middle of your skull, making your eyebrows crinkle from the pain.

The sound of glass shards cracking made your head twist, glancing over at the shattered mirror– you felt your breathing hitch, heavy but a short gust of air filling your lungs as you saw him. Price was bent at the knees, picking up the glass shards from the floor, and placing them in a small paper bag. Price noticed the large glass shard on the dresser, your dried blood still staining the tips of the transparent color.

“What did you do to yourself?” Price asked sternly, still holding the glass as he turned to face you. His eyes peered over at your body, immediately darting to the bloody shirt that was wrapped tightly around your palms.

Staring at Price with soulless eyes, you feel yourself being suffocated with your childhood's looming memories. The gut-wrenching feeling of Price’s actions from yesterday acting as a bar-wire around your neck. “Why are you here?” You sneered, pure and deadly poison smeared across your tongue.

Price sighed exaggeratedly, placing the piece of glass in the bag and the others he collected off the ground. He took careful steps towards you, noticing your quivers as he approached the bed. “Look, I’m not going to hurt you, Just let me take care of you, please?” He spoke sadly, a sympathetic tone just barely slipping through.

Snickering in disbelief, you sucked your teeth making the sound of blowing raspberries. You shook your head firmly, inching away from Price. “Oh, now you care?” You questioned his actions with a gravelly voice as you tried to fight back those memories of childhood, but failed miserably as Price’s facial expression dropped.

You could almost see your father’s disappointed eyes as you watched Price’s facial expression drop, the only movements were his slow blinks that shook away his teary eyes. His hands dropped to his sides, feeling like dead weight as he stood there, almost dazed by the sudden disgust in your voice.

The dead stare you gave Price made his guilt smother him, a giant bubble of regret popping over his head— leaving him suffocated with the agony of hurting the woman he truly loved the most. He choked down the dry lump in his throat, feeling the pain from holding back his tears as the lump moved down the pipes in his throat.

“[Y/n], please. Th-That never should have happened, I’m sorry.” His voice cracked, the usual harsh and intimidating tone completely wiped away— replaced with the sound of sympathy as he spoke to you. Price’s tears became more evident, his pupils now dilated as he watched you process his apology— but truly knowing it wouldn’t go anywhere, understanding how deeply he has hurt you.

You looked down at your hand, cringing at the bloody shirt. Slowly, you unwrapped your hand with caution; hissing in pain from the burning sensation of the cold air hitting the fresh cuts and puncture wounds on your palms. “Yeah, but it did. It happened and you didn’t bother with me until the next morning.” You muttered with a shaky voice, pulling yourself from the bed.

Walking into the bathroom, you stood there like a robot; both arms dangling freely at your sides as your swollen eyes peered into your reflection. You were expecting to see the same broken little girl from yesterday, but to your surprise; you saw the broken, traumatized adult you were. Standing there without a soul, emotionless eyes that your bloodshot sclera took control of, and the pain of a million punctures burning your palms.

Without realization, Price appeared behind you; his heavy hands softly finding their place around your waist. You shudder at his touch, the mix of fear and comfort making you dazed and confused. Not being able to peel your eyes away from your reflection, you glared at Price— finding uncomfortable warmth in the way his body towered over yours, and the way he rested his chin on the top of your skull.

You could hear Price’s deep breathing behind you, feeling it trickle down your neck; goosebumps raiding your body. His eyes cascaded over your body, watching how you shuddered and trembled in his presence. “Please, let me clean your wounds.” He pleaded, the shame and guilt so clearly visible— It almost made you rethink your emotions.

Turning around, you pressed your back against the sink and looked up at John— studying the softness in his eyes, and the tenderness of his touch. Your chest shuddered as you inhaled, gulping down the anger that bubbled inside you. “Fine, but, This isn’t me forgiving you.” You spoke firmly, letting Price gently reach for your punctured hands.

Price nodded thankfully, slowly and carefully reaching for your hands; holding them gently in his calloused palms. He held your hands up, shifting them cautiously as he examined the brutality of the punctures. Before you could realize it, John let go of your hands; softly placing his fingers underneath your chin— examining the soft bruises on your cheek.

“I did that... Didn’t I?” He spoke tenderly, almost like he was afraid to raise his voice. Price looked up at you, remorse swimming in his eyes; completely washed away from anger and resentment from last night.

Gulping down the dry lump in your throat, you glanced up at Price; nearly drowning in the remorse that clouded his eyes. Nodding slowly, you opened your mouth to speak, but nothing but a measly squeak came out. “Ye-Yea..” You muttered with an airy voice.

John stayed quiet, analyzing the bruises on your face for a few more seconds before taking your hands in his again. He looked around the bathroom and opened the mirror cabinet— grabbing the pair of blue tweezers. Lifting your hand closer to his eyes, he flashed you an apologetic look. “This might hurt a bit. I’m going to take out the remaining pieces of glass.” He informed you with a gentle voice.

You nodded your head, grimacing in discomfort as John started picking the small shards of glass out of your hand. Instinctively, your fingers danced toward Price’s forearm– gripping the long-sleeved shirt that protected his skin from your fingernails. With each pinch from the tweezers, you found yourself gripping harder– your knuckles almost turning white from the strength of your grasp.

Price didn’t seem to mind the aggressive latch you had on his skin, in fact– he didn’t even budge. He stood there like a stonewall, keeping his attention focused on your grated palms– taking each scratch and scrap of pain your nails could latch onto him. You could sense by the slight sneer on John’s face that he was hurting a bit– and you felt guilty. For some bizarre reason, you felt guilty for hurting him; hurting the same man that was the cause behind all of this. The man whose name was practically written on the glass shards being pulled from your hand.

Taking a quick glimpse at Price, you looked down at your hand; watching him intently as he worked on fixing your hand to his best abilities. Using your free hand, you wiped your palm across your mouth– slightly dragging your bottom lip down. “I’m sorry if I’m squeezing you too hard.” You muttered out, crinkling your nose in pain.

His eyes narrowed in cynicism, his medic-like movements stopped instantly. John’s lips scrunched together beneath his mustache, his doubtful eyes boring into you; trying to study the apologetic tone on your tongue. Price made a clicking sound with his tongue as he shook his head– “No. I don’t ever want to hear you apologize again.” He spoke firmly, placing the tweezers on the cabinet shelf.

The feeling of warmth invaded your body, John’s large palms gently cupping your tear-swollen cheeks. He bent his knees slightly, staring at you at an eye-to-eye level; resting his forehead against yours. “I should never hear another apology leave your mouth… Especially not after what I did.” He took a heavy breath, caressing your cheek gently– feeling your heated cheeks under the calloused pads of his thumb.

The two of you shared heavy; almost suffocating eye contact, penetrating each other’s soul with just a blink of an eye. You watched as Price’s eyes trickled down to your lips, watching as your bottom lip quivered anxiously from the proximity of his body. His fingers slowly slid down your face, tucking themselves underneath your chin— playfully tugging at your trembling lip.

John took a small breath of confidence, closing his eyes and dragging his lips across your cheek; tasting the bitter saltiness of your tears. “I will forever regret my actions.” He whispered, gently pressing his lips against the corner of your mouth; careful not to overstep your boundaries. “I love you so much, [Y/n].”

You stayed silent for a minute, frozen in shock and adrenaline as John taunted you with his soft kisses. Hands twitching, you reach for Price’s hand again; holding it tightly in your palm. Your heart was thumping, pounding heavily against your chest— making your head spin in emotional distress.

Tilting your face away, you stared at the ground in shame; bubbling with disgust from the soft kisses Price littered around your lips. “I-I’m sorry. I’m not ready to forgive you fully.” You babbled softly, feeling your teeth jitter with nerves.

John nodded, pulling his face away from you the moment you retracted your consent. His big eyes were solemn and dull, eyebrows furrowed together as he glanced away. “I’m going to clean out your other hand, okay?” He said, a hurt tone coating his tongue; but he remained respectful of your withdrawn consent.

You held your tongue, remaining silent as you watched John gently grasp your mangled hand. His adam’s apple twitched, swallowing thickly as he reached for the tweezers again. “This might hurt more. Your right hand is badly punctured.” Price mumbled.

His hands shook softly as they inched closer with the tweezers, barely grasping the largest shard that was slicing your hands. Price pulled out of the shard of glass, the clear material covered in the richness of your blood. “A few more pieces, then I’ll clean them out.” He whispered, looking grimly at all the dried blood.

Staying silent, the only response you gave John was a nod of your head. He worked carefully, grabbing the glass with gentle hands; slowly and cautiously removing the smaller shards. They looked like tiny diamonds and rubies coming out of your palm; still maintaining to glimmer under the dim lighting of the bathroom.

After removing the last few pieces, he tossed all the blood-stained glass away; the plastic trash bag became shredded as glass scratched at the bin. Shakily, you spun your hands around; looking in disgust at all the cuts and scratches that stained your delicate skin. “It’s worse than I thought.” You mumbled to yourself, glancing at Price as he grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol and anti-infection cream.

John placed all his items on the counter, rummaging through the medicine cabinet for bandage wrapping. You watched him search carefully, grabbing a gauze pad and thick wrapping for your sliced palms. “This might sting a bit. Grab my arm, if it hurts too much.” He mumbled, watching you with a gentle eye as he grabbed the rubbing alcohol.

With a swift nod, you latched onto Price’s bicep; digging your fingertips into the fabric of his clothes. John reached for your wrist, holding it softly as he held your hands over the sink; unscrewing the cap of the alcohol in the process. He glanced at you, nodding his head stiffly; warning he was about to disinfect your wounds. As the alcohol touched your skin, you hissed loudly in pain; the burning sensation bubbling through your veins.

Squeezing onto John, he poured some of the alcohol onto your other hand; the burning tingle only growing more fierce. “It’s alright, love. Almost done.” He reassured with a tender voice; grabbing a rag and patting your palms dry.

As your hands trembled, John reached for the gauze pads; wiping an antibiotic cream on the material before laying it over the puncture wounds. “I’m going to take care of you, I promise.” He whispered, reaching for the bandage wraps; carefully concealing your raptured hands.

Pulling your hands towards his face; he gently kissed the top of your hands, his warm lips connecting to the skin of your knuckles. “I won’t hurt you again…’ He whispered, the trail of his kisses leading up your arm.

Your felt your body freeze again, the warm feeling of his lips made your skin crawl. Closing your eyes, you focused on your breathing; counting each and every heavy gust of air you took in. As if you were split in half, your body craved the affection and desire of his forgiveness; but, your other half absolutely despised his need for forgiveness.

Gently shoving his shoulder, your eyes opened; staring at him with dazed emotions. “It’ll take time, John… You promised you wouldn’t be like him.” You spoke unsurely.

John knew immediately, what “him” meant. It was your father; the man behind it all. He dreaded the fact that he was now connected to the same abuse your father put your through; but, he caused it. He blatantly let his anger control his own mind, and now he was facing the consequences.

Inhaling heavily, Price gave you a soft smile; respecting your wishes of withdrawn consent. He looked at you for a second, holding out his hand; slowly reaching for your cheek once more. His eyes focused on your bruised cheek; the fingerprint indents becoming more visible as time set in.

Tenderly brushing his thumb along your cheek, he felt your withering body against the pad of his thumb. “I understand, [Y/n]. Please, take all the time you need, love.” He spoke respectfully.

“Let’s get some ice for your cheek.”

thank you all for the very patient wait! I sincerely apologize if the ending seemed rushed (it was) as i said in the author’s note, i truly lost my passion for writing. i’m so mentally drained from college, but i will try my best to feed my lovies with new fics soon <3

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wildemaven · 1 year

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Duality Of A Man

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader / AU

WC: 1379

Warnings: T; Mentions of food; that’s all.

A/N: I literally woke up this morning and threw this idea at @heythere-mel and @kteague and couldn’t get it outta my head. I’m calling this AU because of the nature of the plot, but there’s canon sprinkled through it still— I really tried to stay true to his character as much as possible. I don’t want to reveal to much and spoil everything. Not beta’d and mistakes are my own doing.

Masterlist / Part 2 / Part 3

You wake long before his blaring alarm. The fan’s oscillating buzz streaming through the dimly lit room.

You turn to see he is in fact still in his sleepy state. You leave him be, a few more hours will do him good— the long hours at his latest job site really doing a number on his tired body.

You take caution as you slip from the bed. Slow movements as your feet hit the cold floor, a jolt to your waking senses.

You swipe the nearest shirt from the pile of clothes on the floor. A quick once over before you’re pulling it over your naked form— his shirts are always comfier.

The slow pull from your dresser drawer, it’s usual creaking undetectable as you sift through its contents finding your favorite biker shorts.

One last look at your boyfriend, his handsome face cradle by his lumpy pillow that he refuses to replace. His dark curls messy, suitable to his laid back nature.

He looks the most relaxed when he sleeps.

You make your way to the kitchen to get the coffee started. The old machine, another item Joel refuses to replace, takes nearly twice as long as it should to produce the amber liquid, thankfully your jumpstart on the day will get it made before Joel has made it downstairs.

Breakfast will be a quick task this morning, fried eggs and bacon are a regular staple when Sarah is gone for the weekend at a friends house.

Sarah is Joel’s daughter, but you love her as if she were your own. You and Joel got together a few years back and he was hesitant in introducing you to her, rightfully so. You told him to take his time and you’d be happy to meet her when he was ready. It took all of 6 months for that meeting and you had instantly clicked with her bubbly personality.

The low hum of the stereo drifts through the kitchen. The well-done bacon placed onto a paper towel covered plate, draining off the excess grease. The eggs producing their sizzling pops, the edges crisp and yolks just barely done— Joel’s favorite.

Two broad arms find their way around your waist, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck— you nearly jump out of your skin.

“Jesus Joel! You fuckin’ scared the shit outta me!” Your elbow sending a slight jab into his stomach.

“Ow!” His arms tighten up, pulling you back into him. “Mornin’ Babe.” His voice still raspy and low. A quick kiss to your temple before he starts to move about the space.

“Breakfast is done. Coffee should be ready— we really need to get a new machine” You mention as you set the plates of food down on the kitchen table.

“Nothin’ wrong with it. It’s still makin’ coffee. Ain’t broke, no need to go replacin’ it.” Pulling two cups from the cupboard and pouring you each a cup before making his way to the table to join you.

Your eyes roll in response. The man has a weird fixation with keeping worn out dilapidated items— his other charming qualities are what won you over.

“What are your plans for the day? Sarah should be back by late afternoon. Thought we could go get burgers and ice cream?”

He nods, as he continues to chew, fork preparing his next bite. “Yeah that sounds fine. Just gotta go grab some tools from Tommy. Mrs. Adler mentioned needin’ some help fixin’ a few things. Figured I could go after a shower. Should be done in ‘bout an hour or two.” He looks to you to make sure you’re okay with it.

You lean back in your chair, one leg perched up on the edge, your coffee cup on your knee. “Yeah that will work. I’ll give you that Tupperware container to take back over.” You take a slow sip from the steaming cup. “I swear I could eat myself sick off of her cookies. Those things are dangerous, but delicious.”

His dimple peaks through his grown out beard as he smiles at your statement. Gulping down the rest of his coffee, he places his empty cup on top of his egg yolk covered plate. “Thanks for breakfast babe! Delicious as always.” He says, wiping his greased cover fingers on his sleep pants.

“You’re welcome.”

The dishes clinking together as he sets them into the sink, then moving back towards where you’re still sitting at the table. Quick exchange of “I love you’s” and a sweet exchange of kisses before he retreats to take a shower.

Anticipating Sarah’s arrival in the next few hours, you make work to clean up the kitchen and get a few house chores done— remembering the pile of dirty clothes at the foot of your bed.

It takes you no time to whip through each task before you find yourself relaxing comfortably on the couch. Flipping through the home improvement magazine you’d picked up while grocery shopping the other day.

The house didn’t need much improvement. To an outsider it would seem in perfect order. But Joel being the handy man he is, you seemed to find ways to spruce up areas that needed the help. Just last year he replaced the backsplash to something a little more up to date, less drab and 80’s.

The ringing of the door bell catches your attention. Neither you or Joel were expecting visitors, and Sarah knows well enough to let herself in.

You fold the corner of the page you were on, setting the magazine on the coffee table before getting up to answer the door.

When you open it you’re met with a women you’ve never seen before. She’s beautiful, must be in her early 30’s if you were to guess. She’s looking around outside before she realizes you’ve opened the door.

“Hi. Can I help you?” You ask.

“Um, yes. Hi, I’m Kelli.” Her hand extended out to yours, you politely shake it hoping she’s going to grant you with a reason for stopping by. “I’m hoping you can help me out. I’m looking for someone and from what I’ve been told, he lives here.”

You’re not quite sure where she’s going with this. You’ve never seen this Kelli woman in you life and never once have you heard Joel mention her either. She must have to wrong house, and you’ll gladly point her in the right direction once she gives you this man’s name.

“Um, okay. Who is it that you think lives here?” You question her as nicely as you can.

She begins to dig into her purse, pulling out a worn picture. She looks it over briefly before turning and holding it up to you. “Have you seen this man?”

You were ready to say no you hadn’t. But the truth was you had. The man in the photo was upstairs at this very moment showering in your home. It was Joel staring back at you, just a younger version of him.

Your mind reeling as you try to figure out why Kelli is at your front door looking for Joel. She clearly knows him and sounds like she went through a lot of trouble to find him.

She explains straight away why she’s looking for him. You can’t seem to take your eyes off the photo in your hands. Her explanation making zero sense to you. You get her number and tell her you will give her a call tomorrow, you need to still talk to Joel about it all.

The sound of the water shutting off signals Joel’s finished his shower, meaning he’ll be bounding down the stairs momentarily.

You sit back down on the couch, your fingers tracing over the photo. The sound of his boots hitting the steps break you from your trance.

“Hey, heard the door bell. Who was it?” He says as he enters the living room. He falls into his signature pose, hip cocked out and hands resting at his waist.

You stand, eyes still locked on the photo.

“Babe? Who was— What’s that ya got there?”

“Joel— Who’s Kelli?” His face drops instantly.

“Who’s Kelli and why did she say your name is actually Francisco Morales and that she’s your wife?” You spill as you hold the photo out for him to see.

“Fuck—“ Is all he manages to get out.

#Joel Miller #TLOU #the last of us #tlou au #Pedro pascal #wildemaven writes #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader

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violetsaffron5 · 1 year

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Beautiful Disaster (7)

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Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

Satoru takes you out for a conversation and dancing

words: 4.2k

cw: jealously, arguing, gojo being an ass

Taglist • Ao3 • Discord 18+ • Social Media • Series Masterlists

“What the fuck, Suguru?”

“Sorry, man. Thought she’d be gone before you got up.”

Satoru clicks his tongue, watching as Suguru shrugs before leaning against the counter and taking a bite of his toast.

It’s silent for a few moments before Satoru finally asks, “And she’s just in your sweatshirt because…?”

“We were up all night, she needed something to wear this morning.”

Suguru’s nonchalant attitude is pissing Satoru off even more. If there was one person who knew what Satoru’s thinking, and feeling, it is him.

And you - you know they’re best friends and still chose to come over, flirt with Suguru in front of him, and stay the night.

Satoru is seeing red and has a flurry of emotions running through his body right now that he’s not going to bother trying to sort out because fuck that.

While Satoru and Suguru were busy talking, you made your way back upstairs to Suguru’s room, which is the total opposite of Satoru’s - clean and organized.

Everything has its place rather than strewn around recklessly. Even the books on his bookshelf are arranged in alphabetical order.

After changing back into your clothes from the day before, you make your way back down the steps to leave, hoping to avoid an awkward interaction with Satoru.

You know what he must think. That you’ve distanced yourself from him only to hook up with his best friend.

But that’s not the case. You were hard at work on your diorama when Satoru left for his date, after making a show of it in front of you. When you and Suguru completed it, you wanted to relax while working on the research paper.

Suguru suggested moving up to his room, where he has a yoga mat and pillow in one corner set up for relaxing, along with a peppermint candle to help with focusing.

The two of you worked on that in his room for several hours until you fell asleep on his bed, and when you woke up this morning, Suguru was on the couch.

There was a small part of you that hoped Satoru would see you, and sure, be a little jealous.

But as soon as you saw his face when he walked into the kitchen those hopes immediately vanished and were replaced by an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach.

When you come down the stairs, Satoru is leaning against the wall by the front door, the little round circular sunglasses you’ve seen him sport several times covering his eyes, and he’s changed too. Now in a black fitted tee with dark jeans.

“We’re going out.” He says coldly, opening the door as you look back at Suguru who just shrugs with an amused little smile.

“Okay… Can I go back to my room and change first?”

“Nope.”

The tall gangly bastard is walking out the door before you have a chance to argue about wanting to put on different clothes before going out.

You have half a mind to disregard him, walk back to your dorm, and go back to ignoring him. But the expression on his face, as he opens his passenger door and waits for you to get in tells you that maybe right now isn’t the time to do that.

The car ride is awkward and tense. Neither of you says anything as he speeds down the road, passing several cars in front of him before pulling into the parking lot of a local restaurant.

The place is nicer than you expected, and more intimate as well. Dim, yellow lighting and soft murmurs from other patrons, and clattering of plates and silverware fill the space as the two of you are seated at a small table for two.

You’re not sure what to say because you’re not entirely sure why he’s brought you here. The air is thick as you awkwardly look around the restaurant and watch the servers bring out food to the other guests.

“Pretty fucked up that you hooked up with Suguru.” Satoru finally says, breaking the silence between you, taking off his sunglasses and setting them on the table.

You purse your lips before sighing, “You’re the one who didn’t want to be exclusive.”

“Could have been with anyone, but fucking my best friend, really?”

“Ok, well, first of all, we didn’t sleep together and-”

“Hard to believe when you two were blatantly flirting in front of me.” Satoru seethes.

You stare at him shocked with wide eyes, “Satoru, we were working on our project, not flirting!”

“You know what I think? You ran off to Suguru, who just happens to look like your ex because you were jealous I went out on a date.”

Your brows are knitted, heart beating rapidly, wondering how the hell Satoru even found out that you have an ex, let alone what he looks like.

You scoff in disbelief before sucking on your teeth, “We’re not even together, it shouldn’t matter to you what I do.”

“Well, maybe we should be,” Satoru visibly relaxes, stern expression softening, a little fear in his eyes, “exclusive, I mean.”

You search his face looking for any sign of insincerity in what he just said but you don’t find anything, just a burning passion and maybe a little fear.

Your heart skips a beat, and there’s a smile threatening to break the stern expression you’re trying to maintain. There’s still a part of you that needs to know if he’s actually serious or if he’s just telling you what you want to hear.

“What’s changed? Why do you want to try now?”

Because when he sees you, and you smile at him, he can’t help but smile back. When you look at him, it feels like sunshine and sunflowers and warmth on a summer day, but instead of saying any of that cheesy shit he says,

“Because I’d probably beat the fuck out of whoever you try to get with.”

“God, that’s so… unhinged and scary.” Your brows are upturned and a chill runs down your spine, directly to the apex of your thighs at his words to your dismay.

He reaches across the table with his long arms, grabbing your hands so he can thread his fingers through yours before sighing, “I’m serious. I… want to give this a real shot. Might as well try right?”

“You know, when you say shit like that, it makes you seem so unserious.”

He just laughs, watching you while clenching his jaw waiting for an answer, “Fuck, fine, okay, we’ll try.”

You’re not sure how much you believe him, if he’s capable of being serious in a relationship, or if he’ll get bored and go back to what he was doing within a few weeks.

You know it’ll probably end spectacularly bad, but maybe, just maybe, he’ll surprise you.

November 2011

Since making things official with Satoru you’ve learned he’s a bit more aloof to relationships than you originally thought. It’s not totally surprising, and you had expected a bit of it, but it hasn’t stopped certain things from being incredibly annoying.

In the few weeks you’ve been together several girls have come by his place, stopped him on campus, and messaged him asking when they’d be going out next.

Satoru denies them, but he still looks at them just a little too long and smiles a little too widely at them for your liking.

And you glare at the women who come around asking for a good time, especially when he’s wearing his dark little sunglasses and you can’t see his eyes to tell how he’s looking at them.

With the way they glare back, scoff in your direction, and are ignored in group conversations, it feels like you’re the pariah of the female population on campus, but it’s not as bothersome as they probably think.

You have found yourself getting jealous at the amount of time Satoru has had to spend replying to messages and cutting off his usuals - they’re like gnats to a plant that just won’t go away no matter how hard you try.

But aside from that annoyance, Satoru’s a shockingly decent boyfriend. He likes to buy you things and show you off. Loves having an arm around your shoulders or waist, holding you close.

Just loves to touch you in general, loves to say the dirtiest things he can think of in your ear to rile you up and fuck your brains out every night he has the chance.

You tell him he has the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen, and he says your eyes are prettier, especially when he makes them roll to the back of your head in pleasure.

Your relationship is very physical right now, Satoru’s insatiable, you’ve learned. He likes to be between your legs, and really likes when you’re riding him like your life depends on it.

But even then, it doesn’t stop you from learning new things about each other.

He’s so smart and so playful - you already knew that, but not to this extent. He thinks outside the box in amazing ways, it’s incredibly fascinating listening to him talk about his ideas whether for class or social issues.

None of your conversations have been too deep, or too personal. Neither opting to share much about your home lives, but that’s okay.

You’re trying to live in the now, with him, while it lasts.

There’s always a nagging thought in the back of your mind that he’ll get bored, break up with you, and go back to his old habits. What he’s comfortable with.

Primarily to Mei, who has been the biggest thorn in your side.

Always hanging around, always needing help with school work even though you know she doesn’t.

He just says they’re friends and she’s around a lot because of the shared friend groups, but it doesn’t stop you from sitting a little closer to Satoru, holding his hand and laying your head against his shoulder any time she’s around.

You’re trying not to think about any of that too much right now since you, Shoko, and Utahime successfully dragged Satoru and Suguru out to the clubs with you.

All of you spent the evening getting ready at Satoru’s place, listening to music, doing your hair and makeup, and pregaming.

After getting ready, you went up to Satoru’s room to slip into a small black dress that barely reaches the middle of your thighs and heels that make your legs and ass look great, but you barely made it back out.

As soon as Satoru saw you, he grinned and told you how great you look as he pushed you against the cool wall of his bedroom, kissing your neck.

“Satoru, you’re going to mess up my makeup.” You scold.

“Good,” his voice is rough, thick, and laced with lust as he playfully nips your ear, “wanna ruin this dress too.”

He slips his hand up your thighs easily, moving your panties to the side to run his fingers through your already slippery folds while you gasp, letting out a shuttering breath.

“I want to go out,” you whine as he presses his body against yours. As much as you would love to stay, let him ruin your hair, makeup, dress, and even life, you want to go out. It’ll be the first time you guys have gone out with friends as a couple, rather than one on one.

Satoru groans before taking a deep breath, moving your panties back in place, giving you space to breathe again before obscenely licking his fingers clean of your arousal with a Cheshire grin.

“You’re gross,” you scrunch your nose before adjusting your hair and dress, opening the door to his bedroom again.

“Mhm,” he hums happily, smacking your ass, causing you to squeal before leading you down the stairs to his car.

Now he’s grinding his hips against your ass to the beat of the song that’s blasting in the club, red, blue, and green lights flashing around in a kaleidoscope of colors.

You’ve been here for a while now, hot and sweaty from all the bodies melded together on the dance floor, plenty of drinks from pregaming and from the bar running through your veins.

Satoru nuzzles into your hair before placing several small kisses on your neck, his cologne is expensive and intoxicating as you lean your head back onto his shoulder, breath hitching when he kisses a tender spot just below your ear.

He wraps a hand around your throat, holding you close while you moan so sweet and pretty into his ear, the other splayed on your stomach, pulling you further into him so you can feel his hard length pressed into your back.

With the way Satoru moves his hips while fucking into you, it’s really no surprise he knows how to dance too, even though he said he prefers not to.

What’s more impressive is the fact that he’s also able to lead your body to dance alongside his when the song switches to another with a faster tempo. All the while his hand is moving slowly down your sides to the hem of your dress, before sliding up your bare thigh, grazing his thumb over your panties.

Your skin heats immediately, a jolt of electricity running straight to the apex of your thighs before you move his hand away, threading your other into his hair, adjusting so he’ll kiss your lips as you continue grinding into one another.

Satoru continues a few more times, slipping his hand under your dress and panties until you pull away, pinching your eyebrows together, “Satoru, what the fuck?”

“What’s the problem?” He asks as you maneuver your way through the crowd to get to the bar.

“You’re basically trying to fuck on the dance floor!”

“Okay… what’s the problem with that?” He asks confused, pointing out to the sea of dancers, “We’d be far from the only ones.”

“Because I’m not into that?” You narrow your eyes at Satoru before leaning against the counter, waiting on the bartender. “Why does there have to be a reason other than I don’t want to?”

He rolls his eyes, “Didn’t stop you from fucking on the beach or us hooking up at parties.”

“We were alone on the beach and all we do is make out at parties in front of people. Big difference from being fingered in front of like, a billion people.”

“Okay, well I’m just trying to have a good time.”

His words sting; you stare at him for a moment chewing on the side of your cheek, “So, going out together, with our friends… that isn’t a good enough time for you?”

Satoru scoffs out an annoyed “whatever,” walking away. You close your eyes and huff before turning to the bartender and ordering a cocktail. While you wait for your drink, you lean your back against the counter and look around for your friends.

A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips when you spot Utahime and Shoko dancing together. They both look like they’re having a great time, all smiles and laughs in their slip dresses, Utahime grinding into Shoko.

“Hey girl, did you fall from heaven?”

You furrow your brows, turning to the man who came to stand next to you, laughing a little at his dumb pickup line while grabbing your drink from the counter, “Um, no, I didn’t actually.”

He gives a charming smile, the corners of his dark eyes crinkling, “could’ve fooled me. I’m Kei.”

You bite your lip and shake your head with a soft smile before introducing yourself. He asks if you came with friends and makes small talk about them when you point out to Shoko and Utahime dancing, spotting Suguru with a dance partner of his own.

“Mm. Let me get you another drink,” Kei offers, “I’m getting a toothache from how sweet you are, you know?”

You nod awkwardly, blinking at his lame jokes a few times before taking a deep breath, looking around the club, “You know I have a boy…friend.”

Your sentence trails off, lips parted, eyebrows raised when you spot Satoru dancing with another woman. His hands are on her waist, her hands are on his while she grinds into him.

“You sure about that?” Kei asks, looking in the same direction as you when he notices your expression.

You’re less sure about it now, heart sinking, feeling a lump in your throat watching as Satoru unmistakably moves his hips in time with a very enthusiastic person who isn’t you.

Satoru looks up but when your eyes connect you look down and away, heart beating rapidly in your chest trying to figure out if the fight you had was him ending things when he walked away or not.

“Yeah… yeah,” you lie, because there’s no way you’re going to tell this stranger using cheesy pickup lines on you about your tiny argument, “he’s just dancing- anyway, what were we talking about?”

He grins again, with more teeth than before, “I was just getting you this drink,” Kei says as he hands you a glass, letting the tips of his fingers graze lightly over yours. You smile and thank him while tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear.

There’s a hand at your waist, pulling you into a hard body while another grabs the drink you just accepted from your hands before you’re able to take a sip.

“Ready to go, babe?” Satoru’s tone is clipped with annoyance as he places the glass back on the bar, sliding it towards Kei.

“Nope,” you pop the last syllable, “I’m talking to my new friend.”

His grip around your waist tightens, “do you even know who your new friend is?”

“I’m Kei,” the man next to you says, extending a hand out to Satoru who looks like he’d much rather rip it off.

“I know who you are. Kicked your ass in a fight last year, and I’m more than happy to do it again.”

“Satoru!” You scold, looking up at him with an appalled expression.

Kei laughs awkwardly, looking between the two of you before pursing his lips, nodding his head in your direction, and leaving.

“Ready to go now?” Satoru snaps as you roll your eyes, grabbing your phone to send a text to your friends letting them know where you went. You would go to them and hug them goodbye but you don’t want your newfound sour mood to spoil their night.

The ride back to Satoru’s place is quiet, and tense from your end. He seems perfectly content with his actions, but your heart still feels heavy, seeing how easily Satoru was able to find someone to replace you with.

“So, what do you wanna do?” Satoru asks curiously when the two of you go up to his room, closing the door behind him.

You sigh, grabbing one of his shirts to sleep in before running your hands down your face, walking into the bathroom, “I just… want to go to bed. I’m tired.”

You take your time, removing your makeup and getting ready for bed, all the while contemplating your night with Satoru. Something you were looking forward to was ruined because of a stupid argument.

You decided that right now, it’s probably best to just get some sleep, see how you feel in the morning, and talk to Satoru about things then. Maybe you’ll feel better about the things that were said, and seeing him dance with someone else. You are tired after all.

When you come out of the restroom, he’s changed into a pair of grey sweatpants that hang low on his waist, showing off his perfect abdominals. You don’t say much, just climb into his bed and he follows suit, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you in closer to him when you don’t scoot in closer to him yourself.

You lay with your eyes open for a while, listening to his breathing before whispering, “You’re an asshole.”

He chuckles before nuzzling his face into the back of your neck, feeling the warmth from his body envelop you, “I’ve been called worse.”

The two of you lay in silence for a while, eyelids growing heavier and heavier, and as soon as Satoru begins playing with your hair out of boredom, you’re asleep within seconds.

When your eyes flutter open they're heavy, blurry and Satoru’s room is still dark, but you’re cold. The blankets you had gone to sleep under and strewn across the bed and Satoru’s warmth is gone, because he’s not in bed next to you.

You rub your eyes, getting the little bits of sleep out of the corner as you stand and stretch, looking around his room to find it totally empty, including the bathroom.

When you open the door to his room, you can hear music and buzz from conversations being had in the living room.

Curiously, you make your way to the steps and slowly make your way down a few before you spot Satoru’s head of white hair leaning back on the couch, long legs spread out wide in front of him, one hand in his lap.

He’s laughing, talking to someone, and when you take another step down, you see his other arm draped around the back of the couch with Mei, leaning in so close she may as well have her head resting on his shoulder.

Your eyes flicker between the two of them, heart plummeting to the floor when Mei looks up and notices you, sharp eyes narrowing in satisfaction with a salacious smirk as she moves closer to Satoru who doesn’t stop her.

Tears prick at the corner of your eyes and you swallow hard before turning back around, going back into Satoru’s room and quietly closing the door.

There’s a fine line to be danced when seeing something like this. You’re not really interested in running down the stairs and causing a scene; not after your argument and watching Satoru literally run off and dance with someone else, only to find him cuddled next to his ex-girlfriend later in the evening.

Instead, you quietly take the bag you packed to stay for the weekend and search around his room, grabbing the clothes that have been thrown around while getting ready to go out. When you walk into the bathroom to grab your toiletries, you hear his bedroom door open and close.

“What are you doing?” Satoru raises an eyebrow, looking you up and down when you step back into his room.

“You’re fucking unbelievable.”

“I mean, I like to think so too,” he smiles widely as he sits on the bed, grabbing your hand to stop you from throwing things into your bag.

You really don’t want to look at him, his big blue beautiful eyes. It hurts too much to think there’s a possibility of him lying to you, still seeing other women - Mei - and you’ve just been too oblivious to see it.

“Is there anything still going on with Mei?” You blurt out without really thinking about it, you close your eyes, running your free hand across your face, “Just… tell me now because I would rather not be made a fool of again.”

“No? We’re just friends. We’ve already talked about this.”

You yank your hand out of his grasp, “Right. And I’m just supposed to believe that after seeing you two cuddled together downstairs?”

“You’re mad at me? After I caught you flirting with another guy earlier?”

“You are such a hypocrite you know that?” You roll your eyes, grabbing the zipper to your bag and closing it, “I was just making conversation while you were trying to fuck someone else on the dance floor because I wouldn’t!”

He scoffs, folding his arms over his chest, “And now you’re accusing me of cheating!”

“What else am I supposed to think, Satoru? You run off and dance with someone else and then we come home and you leave me in your room for Mei, again.”

“I’m sorry, okay! I just- fuck!” Satoru stands, running his hands in his hair before pulling on the roots a little, “I’m sorry I’m shitty at being a boyfriend, just… please don’t leave.”

He grabs your shoulders and pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You give an indignant huff, his cologne invading your senses until you slowly wrap your arms around his waist.

“I’m sorry for being a dick at the club and I wasn’t tired when we got back, so when you fell asleep I went to talk with Suguru. Manami and Mei were already over, I didn’t think anything of it.”

“I don’t like her, Satoru,” your voice is muffled in his chest.”

“I know. But I promise nothing is going on with her,” he places two fingers under your chin, turning your attention up to him, “You're the only girl I want.”

You roll your eyes, trying to bite back the smile threatening to spread across your cheeks before he leans down and places a tender kiss on your lips, easing your worries.

Satoru has been putting in a lot of effort to show he cares for you, and making a new norm for himself within your relationship. You’ve only been together a few weeks.

It’s only fair to give him more time.

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iibonniee · 2 years

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omg that reaction was so cute could you do more husband! mx reactions when you have time in the future 🥹 god bless whoever requested that my heart is so fullll

Husband!Monsta X Scenarios (requested)

Genre: establish relationship

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2k

Masterlist

Shownu:

The clock hit midnight the second the front door clicked shut. As if his body knew, the exhaustion no longer hit in waves, but this time it was full force and at an ugly rate. He knew it was only a matter of time before he crashed.

His shoes were off in seconds, joining the rest of the shoes that were lined up. His next quest was to go to the bedroom for some much needed rest. The moment the living room was in view, his eyes found his wife’s sleeping figure.

The blanket was halfway to the floor and the pillow she had laid her head on was about to follow suit. His smile was sleepy as he took no longer than a second to reach her.

He knew the mess on the coffee table was a quick fix, but wanting to go to bed and have his wife with him seemed like a better priority. Fixing the pillow so her head was now underneath it, his next move was to squeeze on the couch with her, hoping to get a good night's rest.

“Hyunwoo?” His wife’s voice was soft as it met the silent air. He felt her move around in his arms, seemingly confused as she tried to wake up and adjust to everything.

“I’m here, you can rest now.” Hyunwoo’s voice was soft as he whispered to his wife. One eye was propped open to see her faint moonlit smile, prompting him to smile as well.

“Do you want to move to the bed? It might be more comfortable."

Though her offer seemed tempting, Hyunwoo knew that he had picked his poison the moment he laid on the couch with her.

“No, let’s have a sleepover out here.”

Minhyuk:

Rather than being greeted with a kiss and a “Welcome home, love”, Y/N was greeted with the strong smell of fresh paint and the humming of her lover, Minhyuk.

Her brows raised in slight confusion the more she inched into their new home. The once beautiful spruce wooden floor was now covered in a clear tarp that seemed to fall victim to the wet paint.

Y/N knew the song Minhyuk was humming. A catchy American oldy by Elvis. Even though their wedding was fresh, Y/N noticed how Minhyuk held onto every little detail from the wedding as long as possible. The song, “Can’t Help Falling in Love” was the song they chose to have their first dance together to, and if Minhyuk didn’t cry when he first saw her walking down the aisle, he certainly did when they had their first dance.

“I thought you were going to wait for me.” She felt bad for laughing the moment Minhyuk jumped in fear. Wild eyes met her own, his frown was soon replaced with a joyous smile.

“You can still join.” Minhyuk’s eyes held a spark of hope as he spoke, “I didn’t get much done, anyways.”

Moving deeper into the apartment, Minhyuk’s free hand was immediately held out for her own, desperately wanting her touch. Her fingers met his and he pulled her close, his lips meeting her cheek without a second thought.

“You know, I don’t think I would’ve done this with anyone else.” Minhyuk’s sentence caused her to raise a brow, her attention now fully on him.

“I sure fucking hope not, Lee Minhyuk.”

Kihyun:

It was the smell of earthy warmth - nutty, rich, with a hint of sour components and the same heaviness - that woke Y/N up from her deep sleep. Sitting up, she blinked against the harsh morning light, trying to think of what was being made.

Coffee.

Sitting up, her eyes glanced around the room, then drifted down to her lap. She noticed almost right away the lack of clothing. A soft blush formed on her face as the memories of last night came crashing down. The night was still fresh on her mind. A new home to make many memories in.

She stood up, quickly noticing how the cool air ate away at her skin. Looking around the room, her eyes landed on a stray white button-up shirt throwing it on as she ventured outside for the first time that morning.

The smell of coffee had her hooked as she made her way out of the room and down the hall. The new apartment felt almost foreign to her. Each inch of the apartment waiting to be a part of a new story.

“There you are.” Her voice was soft as she padded her way closer to him. “And he cooks? I think I married well.”

His chuckle was light as he heard her joking tone. Turning to glance at her, he shot her his own sleepy morning smile. Placing a quick peck on his cheek, she turned her attention to her awaiting coffee cup, the steam telling her it was just made.

“Good morning to you, as well. Breakfast will be done soon.” Kihyun hummed as she glanced at him. His smile was never fading even for this time of morning. “Your mom swung by earlier.”

This caused her to turn to him with a raised brow. It hadn’t been long since they returned from Jeju island and her mother was already coming around?

“What did she want?”

“She made us the cookies we like so much.”

This caused Y/N to slightly roll her eyes. She knew her mother a bit too well, and whether Kihyun was turning a blind eye to her mother's actions or not, she wouldn’t know.

“The cookies you like, Kihyun. You have my mother wrapped around your finger. I swear I don’t know how you exactly do it.”

“Does it matter as long as I do it for you?”

“I guess you make a good point.”

Hyungwon:

The bright smile Y/N held was undeniably adorable. Like a kid on Christmas morning, the smile lit up her eyes and he watched her look over the almost crowded hotel room. Her mouth was parted slightly in a mix of shock and happiness.

It had taken him almost four hours to make something as simple as a blanket fort.

Four hours of hoping she would be distracted long enough that he could fulfill this unspoken promise to her, so she could relive such a massive childhood event. He watched as she turned to him in excitement, her mouth opening and closing as she wasn’t sure of what to say.

“Hyungwon…” She finally spoke, tears brimming her eyes as she took another look at the pillow fort. “Did you do this?”

Hyungwon’s proud smile was massive as he nodded. He wasn’t going to deny he put so much effort into this for her.

“Go look inside.”

Listening to his words, she moved towards the parted blanket, glancing inside. Hyungwon watched as she looked around, her smile never leaving, even as her eyes fell on the pile of snacks right next to his dimmed laptop.

He was thrown off guard the second she threw her body at him, the both of them falling on the carpeted ground.

“I don’t deserve you.” She whispered, holding him close.

“Anything for my beautiful wife. We’ll ditch our dinner reservations for some pizza and soda. How’s that?”

“God, you read my mind.”

Jooheon:

“I understand that, but can’t we move the meeting until next Wednesday? I just got home from my honeymoon and I feel like jumping into meetings is just too much.”

The bubbling frustration mixed with her words well. It wasn’t even a day of being home before she was hounded with news of upcoming meetings and proposals. Her eyes found her lover's, who sat on the couch watching her where she stood.

The words of her assistant pulled her back to reality. Turning her attention away from her curious husband, her focus was now on the call. Just for a moment, she just wished someone could understand her situation.

It was just too soon.

Before the frustration became too much, a pair of arms that wrapped around her body were her saving grace. Glancing over at her other half, she watched as he placed his head on her shoulder.

“Is everything ok?” He whispered softly as his fingers softly massaged her skin.

“Work.” She whispered, trying to pay attention to her assistant.

At her answer, Jooheon’s face scrunched up in disappointment. His eyes snapped towards her phone and before she knew it her phone was in his hands.

“I think you should listen to her. We just got back from our honeymoon and she’s exhausted. Tomorrow is too soon for her to be worried about meetings. That’s all.”

Her eyes were wide as she watched him hang up with a triumphant smile. Turning to her with his dimpled smile forced a smile of her own.

“You didn’t need to do that, Joo…”

“I did,” He spoke, his arms reaching out to pull her close. “We just got back from the first seven days of the rest of our lives. Work can wait for another two.”

Changkyun:

It was roughly nine in the morning when the birds outside woke Changkyun up with their morning song. Turning on his side, Changkyun’s breath was caught in his throat at the sight of his wife. The morning sun allowed enough light to peek through the semi-parted curtains and onto her sleeping form.

The distance between their bodies was next to nothing, but he didn’t care. A smile slowly grew on his face as he reached out to brush the stray strands of hair from her face. Almost unbothered by such actions, he watched as his wife slowly smiled in her sleep.

Just two weeks ago, she gave him her love for the rest of their lives. Just one week ago, he was mesmerized by her smile while they walked around her dream vacation. Just this morning, he was taken aback by her beauty.

His fingers stilled at her slight movement, his breath once again caught in his throat, fearing that he had woken her up.

“Good morning, Mr. Im.” Her voice was soft as her e/c eyes finally opened to meet his own. She was greeted with his soft, love-filled smile.

“Good morning, Mrs. Im. I… I hope I didn’t wake you.”

Her answer was a tired head shake. He watched as she snuggled deeper into the white fluffy pillow, her tired smile never fading, “You didn’t wake me, baby. Your soft touch would’ve kept me in my sleep if I wasn’t so excited to spend another day with you.”

Wonho:

Hoseok remembered the first time he met Y/N. It was cliché. A simple accidental bump in and her apologizing profusely for such an accident. What surprised him the most was how she didn’t recognize him. To her he was a simple man amongst the sea of others.

He remembered how fast his heart raced as she gave him a smile. How he couldn’t allow her to leave in fear he’d never see her again. So, with a huff of courage, he asked for her number. He remembered how surprised she was, but regardless she gave it to him.

He remembered the courage he had built up for their first date. How well their first date went. He could remember each detail perfectly. How beautiful she looked under the moonlight and how her attention was simply on his.

Five beautiful years and he finally had the courage to ask her to be his wife.

He remembers each detail about their wedding night. How he didn’t care how stupid he looked if he cried as she walked down the isle. How her beauty was incomparable to anyone he has ever met. How she was his.

“I’m so happy with you, Mrs. Lee.” Hoseok whispered the moment he was able to wrap his arms around his wife.

Her giggles were like music to his ears. His favorite song in all of the world.

“And I’m so happy with you, Mr. Lee.”

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chicknstripz · 1 year

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omg what about “Can you play with my hair?” with Hunter 🥺

∘₊✧ [[ Chronic ]] ✧₊∘

Synopsis|| Hunter helps the reader deal with both her pain and her internalised guilt. Word Count || 1073 Tags || Chronic Pain, Dealing with pain, Guilt, Acts of Service, Fluff, Feels, Fem!Reader, References to reader's hair length

Sometimes, just sometimes, you wished you were normal.

The low ache that greeted you as you woke was familiar, expected even, the hours of sleeping on a hard mattress having ravaged your poor body. The low pillow was no better, the twinge of pain as you turned to one side making you inhale a breath. You knew that if you stayed like this it’d get worse, the ‘bed rest’ further stiffening your form until the smallest movement became impossible, but moving? Well that seemed an insurmountable peak on mornings like this, the incessant throb making you slam your eyes shut.

“Another pain flare cyar’ika?”

There was no hiding your pain from the man who shared your bed. Not only was he a soldier, familiar with the lingering pain that could follow an injury, but he was familiar with you - his months of experience telling him you were having a bad morning. Stars. You hated that Hunter to deal with this, hated that he was stuck with someone like you! You knew it was stupid to think such things, that he loved you for all that you were - including your health struggles, but the guilt was so strong sometimes you couldn’t help but feel like a burden.

“Yes”

He placed his palm between your shoulder blades, the barely there contact making your heart skip a beat. Stars! When did he learn the exact level of pressure you could tolerate? It felt like he’d known forever, the slow sweep of his palm spreading warmth across your aching back.

“I’ll get the medpack.”

You tried your best to make a grab for him, the dull ache elevating to a sharp stabbing sensation as you pulled at tense muscles.

“Please don’t.”

“But you’re in pain”

“We’re low on supplies as it is, please don’t waste any on me.”

You could cut the silence with a knife, his pained expression just about killing you as you turned your head toward him.

“What’s this really about Mesh’la?”

The endearment melts your heart, cracks the guilt just enough that you can whisper your worries to the morning air.

“I --- don’t want to be a burden.”

His hand drifts upward, tracing the line of your spine. He applies just enough pressure to ease the ache in your muscles, the radiant heat of pain replaced by the soothing heat of his touch.

“Your needs will never be a burden my love, no matter how complex they become.”

You scoff despite yourself, the sickly feeling of despondency settling low in your gut.

“You deserve better then to care --”

“Isn’t that for me to decide?”

He trails off, the sting of his voice soothed by the palm of his hand. He’s not angry. Can never be angry. He knows everyone deals with pain differently, has seen how hard it can hit Echo despite his best efforts to remind his vod that he’s a highly capable soldier. He also knows it’s hard to watch people who don’t live with pain go about their lives, to watch the other couples as they dance from place to place with barely a care in the world. But it isn’t what he wants! He wants this! For better, worse, and everything in between, his exhale slows as he curls his thumb into the hollow beneath your ear.

“I don’t mean to be harsh with you, but I hate watching you beat yourself up over something you can’t control. You’re everything I ever wanted. Strong, capable, beautiful, caring -- the mere thought that you might end our relationship because society labels you as less able? It terrifies me --”

He swallows hard, the sound audible despite the low hum of the engines.

“--you’re the only thing that keeps me going sometimes.”

The confession hits hard, the ache in your shoulders replaced by the hollow ache in your heart. You’d been so caught up in how you felt about your pain, your guilt, that you hadn’t thought about how it might affect others. It takes all your effort to turn, the mere action of lifting yourself on one arm taking more than usual, but it’s worth it to look him in the eye - the rich depths of his brown eyes warming you from the inside out.

“Oh Hunter, why didn’t you tell me.”

“Seems you’re not the only one who has trouble articulating your feelings.”

You laugh, grateful for the support of his muscular arm as he laces it beneath you.

“Big words for this time of the morning.”

He gives you one of his famous looks of displeasure, the light that danced across his eyes, the only thing that gives away his hidden amusement. Dry humor had become the backbone of your relationship, the teasing back and forth allowing you to explore your feelings for one another. It was, perhaps, your favorite thing about this relationship, followed closely by his deep need to keep the smile on your face.

“Then perhaps I should show you how I feel instead”

The kiss is slow and lazy, a heady sealing of your lips that takes your breath away. You imagine that he can hear the frantic beat of your heart as he gathers you to his chest, and can feel the warm buzz that coats your frayed nerves with soothing heat. The way his fingers tremble against the back of your neck only adds to the sensation, his touch-starved nature slipping through as he peppers revenant kisses from the corner of your lips to the shell of your ear.

“Now, Is there anything else I can do to make you feel good ner karta?”

“Can you play with my hair?”

“Your wish is my command.”

Time slows as he cards his fingers into your hair, the sensation of his fingernails trailing along your scalp drawing a pleased moan from your lips. This was, perhaps, your most treasured of intimacies. The quiet sound of his breath in your ears, the thrum of his heart against your chest, and the rhythmic flow of his fingers allowed you to relax - to be you again - to pack the pain into a box so that you can go about your day in relative peace.

“Hunter?”

“Hmmm?”

“Thank you.”

He chuckles, the sound echoing in his chest as he presses a kiss to your neck.

“You don’t need to thank me, just feel good.”

And you do, you do, your morning so much better now your sweet partner has chased your fears away.

#tbb hunter x reader #hunter x reader #tbb hunter #chronic pain #You just know he'd make you feel better #<3 #request #one shot #short and sweet

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bmodiwrites · 1 year

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I Guess I Have To Fall In Love With Strangers

Hi friends! I know I'm late as heck but I'm finally coming through with my contribution to Lex's Spicy Six Spring Fanworks Challenge. @thefreakandthehair is amazing & put together the best prompts! The one I claimed for this work is scavenger hunts, so I mixed in a little Nick & Nora with my Steddie. Catch it below or over on AO3 here! I hope you guys enjoy!

Steve blinked awake with a gasp, quickly coming to. His eyes were heavy as he tried to clear them. Once the crusties keeping him blind were gone, Steve took in the room around him. For a moment, he worked his brain double time to figure out what woke him when the reason suddenly smacked him across the face – the house was much too quiet, which had to mean danger was afoot.

Unlike most mornings where all hell was already breaking loose before Steve even had the chance to peacefully wake up, silence lingered in the still clean and put together space, instead. Taken aback by the change, Steve sat up to investigate a little further.

Now fully awake, Steve started to notice more things sticking out like a sore thumb. Eddie, who usually slept in well after their alarm and cuddled Steve like the octopus he’d grown to be, was nowhere to be found. The bed next to Steve was cold, even, frozen from the cool air circulating around the room and Eddie’s missing body heat.

As the clues added up, the idea that he’d been abandoned started to settle in his stomach. Steve, who was trying not to spiral into some sort of mental breakdown, jumped out of bed to truly take everything around him in. It was only then that he noticed the folded up piece of paper sitting innocently atop Eddie’s pillow. The square was chunky and uneven, like his boyfriend allowed their three year old son to do the heavy lifting. Chuckling at the thought, Steve didn’t hesitate to reach out and grab the note obviously waiting for him. He hoped it explained exactly what was happening.

After scooping it up, Steve’s breath caught in his chest. There, in the corner, was an old drawing that Steve never thought he’d see again. The simple circle that gave way to two bunny ears and two x’s for eyes was a blast from the past that made Steve’s entire being light up with excitement. Quickly, thoughts of despair were replaced with anticipation Steve hadn’t felt in so very long.

See, that little drawing was what first brought Eddie and Steve together. All those years ago when things were different, when Steve didn’t have all his shit together, Bad Wabbit, the smallest little metal band to ever exist, knotted up two humans in the best of ways.

Thinking back on that time, Steve affectionately recalled the very first time he ran into Eddie Munson.

Since he was keeping his like of the band a secret, Steve set out on Bad Wabbit’s venue scavenger hunt all by himself. Hawkins’s newest spark of a band didn’t do things the regular way, so there shows were always a mystery. No one knew where they’d play or for how long until the day of when they’d release clues to help fans find their show. The mysteriousness of it all was what first caught Steve’s attention. The skill he finally got to see after two failed scavenger hunts was what kept him coming back for more.

The guy on the radio said the hunt would be easier with a partner or two but Steve figured he was smart enough to navigate a city he’d spent the entirety of his life in, especially after many successes stashed under his belt. The first clue was obscure and off the wall, though not too much for Steve. His love for caffeine and observant nature made the answer obvious. Within minutes of hearing Bad Wabbit’s announcement over the radio, Steve headed to the town’s coffee shop, solved clue in hand.

Upon arriving, Steve was shocked to see someone else already there, looking intently at the cork board Steve assumed the next clue would be hanging on. Stepping up to it, too, Steve tried to play it cool. Throughout all of his adventures thus far, no one else had caught his eye along the way. For some reason, Steve wanted this interaction to go off without a hitch.

He didn’t clear his throat or awkwardly bump into the boy standing there with a questioning gaze. Instead, he reached over his shoulder and pointed at the poorly drawn bunny on the corner of a help wanted sheet tucked behind the day’s newspaper.

“It looks like we need to pay Fred a visit at the dry cleaners,” Steve said, tapping on the sign again, making the bunny even more obvious. The boy looked at him curiously, yet didn’t speak, so Steve continued. “Unless you’re looking for a babysitting gig. Let me give you some friendly advice, though – don’t work for the Wheeler’s. Mike’s a little shit.”

Instead of the laugh Steve thought his joke might get, a loud and resounding quiet stuck fast between them. Despite himself, and the fact that the boy next to him was a complete and total stranger, Steve wanted something more to happen. He craved a feeling he couldn’t name or describe, though it lingered all the same. So much so that disappointment started to settle in as the silence continued. Ducking his head after a while, Steve made a decision to keep moving, to at least do what he set out to. Though, not before shifting a thing or two to mess up the next person looking for the clue.

Steve reached out and tore a couple numbers off the bottoms of the ads attached to the board. He kept the paper for Fred’s place clean as a whistle, though he did turn it slightly so the rabbit was harder to see. Once he was done, Steve took a happy step back. He was seconds from turning to head out when a voice finally broke through all the lingering fog.

“Did you just wreak havoc on the rest of the innocents trying to find out where Bad Wabbit is playing?”

Based on the tone of his stranger’s voice, Steve wasn’t all that sure whether this was a friendly exchange or not. He sucked in a breath then steeled himself for whatever reaction might come from the odd boy standing next to him.

Without blinking an eye or hesitating any longer, Steve grinned widely while his lips formed around an easy answer – “damn right I did.”

The stranger’s face went through an array of emotions before settling on something Steve figured to be close to enjoyment. His smile matched Steve’s and for a second, it was easy to forget that they didn’t even know each other’s names, that they were strangers who meant nothing to each other.

In that instant, Steve understood something about his life had just changed.

After sweet talking Fred for the next clue, Steve’s performance was impressive enough for his stranger to finally introduce himself.

“You’re pretty impressive, whoever you are.”

Steve looked thoughtfully at his companion, then held out a hand between them. “Thanks. I’m Steve. Or Harrington if you’re more of a last name guy.”

A soft yet calloused hand slipped into his and his stranger, that beautiful boy, said a name Steve knew he wanted remember for the rest of his life. “Hi Steve. I’m Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

Eddie Munson, as it turned out, was just in town to catch the concert. He told Steve about his life back in the city while they finished up the remaining clues of the scavenger hunt and actually getting a spot in the concert space before Bad Wabbit took the stage. Steve learned Eddie was a year older than him, though a failed class had him repeating his senior year. If all went well, the two of them would share a graduation year. ’85, baby!

At that moment in time, Steve was excited by anything similar between them, anything at all that could tie them together even tighter than they already seemed to be. Something as silly as graduation seemed so huge when Steve wanted to find things that might keep Eddie interested in him.

Neither boy knew things would escalate well passed sharing space at a concert, that when all was said and done, the two of them would build, create, and share an amazing life.

With that thought in mind, Steve dragged himself back from his trip down memory lane. He found himself brushing his finger over that all too familiar rabbit drawing, a fond smile on his face. Without having to open up the note in his hands, Steve knew the day was going to be an interesting one. Though, impatience had him wanting to find out what was in store. He allowed himself one last drag of his finger before pushing on.

After a brief perusal of the paper as he opened it, Steve determined the sheet came from Eddie’s personal journal. It was thick and heavy, familiar in Steve’s hands like the handwriting he recognized almost instantly. Eddie’s chicken scratch hadn’t gotten any better over the years, though, the sentiments he wrote down with it always did.

Gathering up all his strength, Steve drew in a calming breath. When he shifted his eyes and took in the words before him, the game truly began. For one more second, Steve reveled in the room’s easy peace. Then, the silence became too much and an eagerness to find out what happened next won out over silence and easy isolation.

Stevie –

Take your cute little butt back to the place where we first met. Instead of hunting down a clue on that cork board, find the person who holds the key to the other half of your soul. She’s got your next clue.

Boyd & I are waiting.

xx Eddie

Steve was grinning by the time he took in the last word. Without having to think, Steve knew Robin was waiting for him at their favorite coffee shop in town. Unlike other significant others who found his closeness with Robin to be threatening, Eddie leaned into the solidity of their relationship. He understood, right from the get-go, that Robin was a permanent fixture in Steve’s life, that nothing was ever going to change that. Instead of working hard to impress his parents or Steve himself, Eddie busted his ass to win Robin over. After Steve realized that, he was a goner.

Smiling even harder at the memory, Steve let himself think about THE conversation with Robin.

It’d been a day or two after that first concert he and Eddie went to together. Steve felt like he’d been floating on cloud nine since that night. Despite Eddie not kissing him, or even cluing him into how he felt, Steve’s gut feeling told him his stranger would be anything but very, very soon. Something in their interactions (and the several phone calls they’d had since leaving each other) left Steve happier and more content than ever before. Only someone important could do that.

Robin eventually caught onto the goo-goo eyed lovesickness that Steve was carrying around and bluntly asked him about it. “What’s making you so stupid right now, Harrington? You’ve rescanned the same movie three times now.”

“It’s not what, Rob. It’s a who. I think I’m in love,” Steve said as he scanned Return of the Jedi in for the fourth time.

Slightly taken aback, Robin stopped what she was doing and gave Steve her full attention. “You’re what now? Weren’t you in here the other day pouting about your disturbing lack of dates? What changed between Friday night and now?”

Sensing her shift in mood, Steve dropped the movie in his hands back to the counter in an attempt to focus. With his hands free, Steve could easily wrap an arm around Robin’s shoulder. After pulling her close, Steve felt comfortable enough to talk.

“Everything has changed, Rob. I met him at the coffee shop. I was in there hunting down Bad Wabbit – “

With a snort, Robin cut him off before Steve could continue. “You mean your mystery love is a fan of that stupid band, too. You guys must be the perfect match.” She rolled her eyes, though a smile was starting to form across stubborn lips.

“You’re just upset it’s now obvious that you’ve got bad taste. Two always beats one, Rob,” Steve said, easily clapping back with an insult he knew would wound her. Robin scoffed and tried to hit him, but Steve was faster.

“Stop trying to smack me and listen! Don’t you want to hear about the boy of my dreams?”

Aside from another loud sigh, Robin didn’t say anything else for the rest of Steve’s story. He told her about the scavenger hunt and the time they spent together after Bad Wabbit wrapped up for the night. Steve was so reluctant to leave Eddie that they spent another couple of hours talking in the back of Eddie’s van. They probably would’ve stayed in that spot forever but the rising of the sun brought reality back to the forefront, finally separating them. Though, not before Eddie sneakily got Steve’s number.

So caught up in his retelling of what happened, Steve failed to see Robin’s manic grin until she decided to elbow him in the side. “You really are in love, Harrington. I guess this beautiful stranger is someone I’m going to have to get used to.”

Happy to have her approval, Steve squeezed Robin a little tighter to him. He rested his head against hers, happy to be in her presence and happy to be accepted. Robin let the sentimental moment go on for a second longer before she struggled out of Steve’s arms. Sharing emotion was still hard for her, despite everything they’d been through together.

Knowing that, Steve shook off the brief feeling of hurt. It was easy to collect himself and dive back into the happiness when Robin didn’t immediately start to rib him for his corny feelings.

She made it a whole five minutes, even.

“I’m glad you fell in love with a stranger. I’m starting to think it’ll be more fun for the both of us.”

And what a truth that statement had been. Over the next few years, Eddie and Robin became as thick as thieves. Where Steve and Robin juxtaposed each other in that inescapably beautiful way, Eddie shared many similarities with Robin that made it easy for the two of them to fall into stride. She understood Steve so well that Eddie reaped the benefits of that knowledge, sometimes to the point where Steve ended up the odd one out. When all was said and done, Eddie walking into Steve’s life was a blessing to Robin, too. Though Steve and Robin were platonic soulmates and always would be, Eddie brought everyone together and made them a family.

Especially after Boyd was born. Robin gave them the greatest gift by carrying him to term for them. When the idea initially came up, Robin was offended that they didn’t think of her first. Though, it took a quick conversation to clear everything up and set them on a path that none of them ever saw coming. Introducing Boyd into their lives created a tangible link between the three of them. They were a family. The type Steve never had but always wanted.

The warmth of that reminder carried him through the coffee shop door where a smiling Robin was waiting for him. Without missing a beat, she pulled him into her arms for a tight hug. Steve tucked his head into Robin’s neck, letting the all too familiar smell lull him into a sense of comfort he only ever found around Robin Buckley.

Pulling away, Steve stuck out his hand, waving his fingers impatiently. “I know you have my next clue. Give it here, please,” Steve said, trying hard not to sound demanding. The wrinkle in her brow told him his efforts had not paid off, however.

“You’re not even going to try and ply me with small talk? Where are your manners, Stevie?” Robin feigned offense and upset, all while digging into her pocket with an eager hand.

Steve rolled his eyes at her, still holding his hand out impatiently. “I know you’re doing great. You’re sitting in our favorite coffee shop with a croissant, a fancy latte, and the slightest idea of what’s going on. I’m the one hanging on the edge here, pal. Cut me some slack.”

“Yeah, yeah. Here you go, asshole. Go find your stranger.”

Steve didn’t even try to stop his laugh because Robin still called Eddie that after years of being corrected and then corrected again whenever the man himself was in earshot. It was a private joke between her and Steve that wouldn’t ever get old. With a smile and a quick lean in to give Robin a kiss on the cheek, Steve collected his note and hightailed it out of there. If he didn’t and let himself read the next clue with Robin by his side, Steve was bound to take her along for the rest of the ride. That little something in his gut told Steve this one was for him and him alone. Whatever that meant, Steve was very, very ready to find out.

Shaky fingers tore at the folded edge until Steve could flatten out and peruse the next clue.

Stevie –

Remember our first apartment? We broke that damn mailbox by the front door a billion times. Take a trip back, walk through the front door and take in all the memories. I bet you’ll find something new there you least expect.

xx Eddie

The mere thought of their first apartment made Steve’s heart race. Fresh out of high school, the two of them did whatever they could to make things work. While Eddie was working overtime and then some at the local bike shop, Steve juggled two jobs to make ends meet. The place they were able to afford was nothing to brag about but it was somewhere they got to call home. It was a room and a kitchen and a bed Steve and Eddie eagerly shared, night after night. And though they were both more than ecstatic to say goodbye to 301 when the time eventually came, Steve recalled the years there with the fondest of memories.

It was where they had their first major fight, the one that Steve never thought they’d come back from. Eddie got his acceptance letter to college in that tiny little kitchen, halfway through cooking dinner. Steve was certain the spaghetti that exploded because of their distraction was still glued to the ceiling. Looking back at that place now, Steve felt glad to have a reminder of the progression of his life, how things have changed and progressed, yet stayed so much the same, too. While the places got grander and their space multiplied, Steve and Eddie, the love they created together, never changed. It couldn’t – not when they both were so committed to it.

The eventual drive to their old apartment complex took no time at all. Each collection of buildings looked exactly the same as Steve pulled in, despite almost 15 years passing by. Steve let the car practically steer itself until he was parked out front of building 3. Their unit was in the furthest corner, the little Metallica flag Eddie insisted on still flapping in the wind. Though, it was more than unrecognizable, Steve saw it like it was brand new, like he was standing before their apartment the very first time he entered it. So many memories and thoughts and feelings flooded him as he tried the front door. When it easily opened under the pressure, Steve shouldered his way inside.

A soft gasp left his throat when he caught sight of Boyd standing there.

Their three year old son, who’d gotten Robin’s height, was alone in the room, innocently holding another folded up piece of paper. Like usual, those round cheeks pulled into a wide smile the second Boyd saw Steve. Despite having an attitude that better matched Eddie’s temperament, Boyd loved Steve. Their relationship was a lot like the one Steve had with Robin. Things just sort of worked when they were together. Steve understood Boyd the very first moment he held that little boy in his arms. Unlike his own father, Steve did everything he could for the little boy currently toddling his way over to him.

“Hi, sweetie,” Steve said, crouching down onto both knees so that he and Boyd were on the same level. His eyes lit up as Boyd smiled back at him and waved his free hand. His little fingers were covered in marker, as if whatever was on the page he was holding actually came from Boyd’s own hand.

“Are you here by yourself?” Steve asked.

Instead of answering Steve’s question, Boyd walking into Steve’s arms, wrapping his own easily around his daddy’s neck. The squeeze was tight for a moment, then a little voice echoed in the room.

“Papa’s here. Somewhere,” Boyd said, shrugging all the while. For a second, his little eyes stared at Steve, taking him in like he hadn’t seen him in ages. Or, maybe that was just how Steve felt as he looked back. Hazel eyes were hard to blink away from but Steve eventually managed.

“Do you have something to give daddy? I think you have my next clue in your hand there, baby.” Steve so desperately wanted to see what was on that paper. Yet, the last thing Steve wanted to do was tear the note from his son’s hand. After being a dad and learning the sort of patience that went along with parenting, Steve clung to his ability to keep his shit together, though only just barely.

A second later, Boyd let out the cutest little noise, almost like he’d suddenly remembered why he was standing there in the first place. The biggest grin overtook those pink cheeks, practically squishing his eyes up so that only adorable little slits remained. Then, Boyd threw the note at Steve, chuckling all the while.

“That’s for you, daddy.”

Barely resisting the urge to scoop his little boy back into a big hug, Steve picked up the note from its place on the ground. On instinct, his thumb found the bunny on the front, tracing the haphazard drawing lightly. Steve couldn’t stop himself from smiling – whatever Eddie was planning, he absolutely had Steve on his toes, completely stumped. They didn’t have an anniversary coming up and Steve hadn’t missed any birthdays. Despite being completely in the know about pretty much everything, Steve had no idea what the next note could possibly hold.

What Steve initially brushed off as typical toddler behavior quickly showed itself on the paper in his hands. The handwriting was so much different than what Steve had been looking at all morning. Each letter that was readable was shaky and formed by someone not completely confident about the shape. Purple marker gave up the note’s author. Boyd, who’d been idly looking around the room, was now perked up, staring straight at Steve.

“Did you write this, Boyd?” Steve asked, showing his son the paper.

A little head nodded and then his son’s smile grew. “Yes, daddy. Want me to tell you what it says?”

Steve didn’t have the composure to do anything but nod, which turned out to be okay because Boyd was going to barrel on ahead regardless of Steve’s answer, anyway.

“It says – Daddy, will you marry Papa?”

As that adorable little voice spoke, a set of footsteps had Steve looking up. With tears in his eyes, Steve watched Eddie walk into the room and stop beside Boyd, a ring box in hand.

“That was great, buddy. Thank you for helping,” Eddie said. He got down onto one knee and softly cupped the boy’s cheek. “Head to the kitchen for me, will you? The drinks we brought in earlier are there.”

Boyd let out a triumphant noise and turned on his heels to run across the room without any further prompting.

Suddenly, Steve and Eddie were alone together.

“I know, I know. It’s been a crazy day,” Eddie started as he reached out to grab Steve’s hand. They were both on their knees, eye to eye. “When I decided I wanted to ask you about forever, I knew I had to do it up special. And for a while, nothing was right. You deserve the world, Steve. While I can’t give you that, I can send you on a wild goose chase with the sweetest of endings.” Eddie laughed then, his eyes crinkling. “In the end, I thought going back to the beginning was my best bet. That day, seeing you in the coffee shop, my whole world changed. You came in there without a thought or care in the world and completely shifted everything about me. I love you, Steve. With everything in me. Always have. Always will.”

Then, because his words hadn’t been enough, Eddie pushed the ring box in Steve’s direction. Tucked into the satin, safe and sound, was Wayne’s old wedding ring – sized up and ready to sit on Steve’s finger. Between the history and the meaning and Boyd being the one to ultimately ask the question, Steve didn’t stand a chance. Tears spilled from his eyes like a leaky sink.

“So, what do you say? Want to get married?”

Steve didn’t have access to his words, so he simply nodded excitedly. He’d eventually scream yes from the rooftops, shout his happiness for days on end. For now, the gesture worked. He knew it did because Eddie looked the happiest he ever had.

Before Eddie could get smart about the cheesiness or say something to ruin the moment, Steve grabbed Eddie’s cheeks and pulled him close. The kiss they shared was hot and intense and so satisfying that they were caught up in it until that little voice sounded in the room again. This time, a bit more impatiently.

“Is it time for sparkly juice, Papa?” Boyd asked from the doorframe, the unopened bottle in his tiny hand.

Both of them beckoned Boyd over, who didn’t hesitate to launch himself into their joint embrace. As their little one snuggled into their chests, Eddie used his free hand to pull Steve’s ring from the box and slide it onto his finger. The fit was perfect, made even more so by the moment Steve found himself in.

While Boyd squirmed and got excited about the fancy drink they were about to consume, Steve and Eddie stared at each other, reveling in their brand new promise of forever.

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bratshaws · 2 years

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goodness gracious 3. brb x oc

a/n: god i love this chapter already. Btw, this might be... a long fic? Maybe? WHO knows i have so much planned for it. s o many ideas....... so little time. btw, Bea has a fc and body claim : its Tara Lynn

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

chapters:

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taglist: @mirandastuckinthe80s @roosterschanelslut @wiipes @lcahwriter

She woke up at five in the morning, her eyes snapping open with so much force she felt a headache the moment her vision cleared. She stood up, had breakfast then sat on the couch for fifteen minutes staring at nothing while Jolene licked what was left of her yogurt inside the bowl since her owner didn’t seem to notice.

Beatrice then thought she should do her morning yoga, since it always helped. So she did, but she stuck in downward dog with her eyes glazed over, looking at nothing as she remembered yet again he was coming over.

Then she decided to clean her already clean house. Trying to fight Jolene once she tried to end her mortal enemy: the vacuum. Then she decided to wash her dishes only to remember she already did. Looking at her phone she just groaned when it just turned into six a.m.

So then she decided to check her fridge, what if they got hungry? What sort of diet were they following? Should she get something gluten free? What if one of them was vegan? She didn’t have anything vegan, oh my god why doesn’t she have anything vegan????

So she went to the only grocery store open at this time, trying to get a bit of everything she thought they’d appreciate? Lemons too, she’d make lemonade. She tried to appear casual and not like she ran out of her house wearing her yoga pants with a large hoodie and hair up in a messy bun looking like a crackhead trying to find her next hit.

Done with grocery shopping she got back home and checked everything, even fluffing her pillows even more, putting the striped one on the left of the couch and the mustard one to the right…only to replace positions three more times before giving up. She returned to the couch,sitting down with her back straight, letting Jolene climb on her lap and stay there while her owner tried to calm the hell down.

She sent a message to Shells, at seven in the morning on a Sunday asking her when she’d be over with more than five question marks. Bea tried her best to relax, following the breathing techniques her therapist taught her to control her anxiety, slipping her eyes shut.

Smell the flowers, blow the candle.

She repeated the motion for a few more seconds, until she felt her heartbeat go back to normal. Then her body relaxed and she enjoyed the sounds of the ocean, the wind and cars passing by her house. Good, this was good.

Once she calmed enough, she decided to take a shower, but then came another dilemma: what could she wear? Nothing too fancy but nothing too casual either. Shorts? Out of the question. She might just wear ripped jeans and one of her t-shirts. Right, okay, that was good, yes.

She ran up the staircase, Jolene following her close by, while she opened one of the boxes her clothes were being kept. Tugging her dark ripped jeans out alongside fresh underwear, digging deeper while checking which shirt she could use, furrowing her eyebrows before pulling out a Metallica Master of Puppets shirt, placing the clothes on the cook of her elbow rushing to her bathroom where she stood probably too long trying to make sure she looked presentable.

It was too warm to keep her hair down so, hair bun it was. She wondered about putting on make up - the most she wore at the bar was eyeliner,light foundation and lip gloss - then chose against it when she felt how stuffy it was getting already, choosing to just use some moisturizer and hydrating lip gloss instead.

So, she was decent. Tugging her Metallica shirt for a bit too long, frowning when it seemed tighter than it once was, but shook it off. No time for that now! She just smiled at her reflection the best she should, walking out of her bathroom with Jolene in tow.

Checking on her phone she saw Shells sent her a message, with even more question marks, saying she’d be over around ten o’clock and to please not send her messages so early in the morning. It didn’t take long for her phone to ring, a number she didn’t know calling…but there was only one person who it could be.

“Oh Jesus…” she clenched her eyes, “Please don’t let me mess this up.” her hand shook with nerves before she accepted the call, lifting it to her ear, “Hello?”

“Beatrice?”

She covered her face with a hand, cheeks flaming at the sound of his voice “Hmhm, i-it’s me.”

“Hey, good morning. Did I wake you up? I know it’s early.”

“G-Good morning and no, no I was awake already.” she replied, sinking lower on the couch, feeling like a teenager. “So um…what time is good for you guys?”

“Well I– hey man cut it out!” She heard a chorus of ‘ooohs’ and mixed voices coming from behind him, “Sorry, you are on speaker, let me just–okay, there, finally. So, is ten thirty good for you?”

“Oh, yes, sounds good!” she licked her lips, then furrowed her eyebrows “Listen, if…I mean if you guys think it’ll take too long you guys can just leave it! I don’t want to bother your day off or anything–”

“No, no, you won’t, really. We don’t mind.” there was something in his voice, something soft, but then she heard the not so subtle sound of a slap being followed by an ‘ow! the fuck Rooster???’ “So…see you in a few then.”

“Yeah.” god her voice came out breathy , take a hold of yourself woman, “I-I’ll see you then.”

“Okay… Bye.”

“Bye.” she hung up the call and tossed the phone to the couch, covering her face with her hands only to squeal against her palms. God he sounded so hot, GOD he was so hot! What was a girl to do with that?? The reverie disappeared only for the anxiety to take over…this was really happening.

Beatrice wrung her hands nervously while still partially on the couch, then stood up to pace around the living room with Jolene following her movements with her eyes, her sock monkey toy lodged between her maws as she lay on the floor, “Okay, okay I can do this. It 's fine! It’s totally fine, it’s nothing serious!It’s just something to help with. Nothing more! They’ll come over, take the armoire upstairs and go! Right?” she turned to face her dog, who just chewed on the toy lazily “Right! Yes. It’s fine!”

She had to prepare. God she had to prepare!!

By the time Shells came over, using her own spare key for Bea’s house, she greeted Jolene who was already whining. Closing the door to crouch near the dog, scratching her behind the ears, Shells blinked behind her sunglasses when she smelled something, “Bea?”

“In the kitchen!”

“In the kitchen–why are you in the kitchen?” Shells tossed her bag on the couch much like the day before, running a hand through her shoulder length blonde hair to pull it up on a ponytail, her sneakers squeaking on the wooden floor until she reached the kitchen. “Woah.” Bea stood by the counter, finger foods trays, some salad, lemonade - was that ice cream?? “Is there a birthday party coming up?”

Beatrice wrung her hands, looking from the food to her friend, “Is it too much?”

“I mean, pfft, no but…I wasn’t expecting you to cook them stuff.”

“I just– I just thought if they didn’t have lunch, they could snack on something!” Shells approached the tray with tiny sandwiches, swiping her finger on some of the beige colored paste that spilt on it to lick it up, humming to herself, “It’s hummus.”

“It tastes fucking great.” she said, picking up one of the sandwiches to snatch a bite, lifting the bread to check the insides, “Chicken, hummus, julienne carrots, some tomatoes…”

“There’s also the vegan version but it’s in the fridge, I didn’t know if any of them are vegan– and the bread is gluten free.” Shells stopped her chewing to tilt her head with a small smile to Beatrice. “What?”

“Bea, you are absolutely adorable.” her friend’s cheeks turned red, “If this doesn’t snag Rooster, I’ll gladly take over his place.” she took another bite, humming in delight, “Cause this is fucking good, you are a great cook.”

Beatrice chuckled, crossing her arms, “Oh really, you’d date me for my food?”

“Babes, just let me paint on a mustache and wear Hawaiian shirts, you won’t see a difference.” that made the brunette laugh, turning to place the food inside the fridge for safety, “What time are they coming?”

Beatrice sucked in a breath, pulling her phone out of her pocket to check once she closed the fridge’s door, “Ten thirty…so…in ten minutes.” all the calming exercises she had done earlier went down the drain, she leaned her lower back on the kitchen counter, clenching the black marble countertop with her phone clenched in her other hand, “I’m nervous.”

“Hm,” Shells lifted her index finger, her cheek bulging out as she chewed, “Don’t be, it’ll be fine.”

“What if I mess something up? What if I say something weird?” but her friend made a non-committal noise, too busy shoving the rest of the fresh sandwich inside her mouth, clapping her hands to get rid of the crumbs. Once she swallowed the mass that the sandwich became, she wiped her mouth with a napkin.

“You won’t, now,” she held her friend’s shoulder, “Relax,” she shook them up a little bit for emphasis, “Relaaaax, and breathe. Everything will be fine.”

“Yeah…yeah, okay.”

“Now, step aside, I'm gonna get another sandwich.”

With the two women in the kitchen Jolene was the one responsible to announce sudden visitors. She chewed her little monkey severely, until she heard the sound of a car parking right in front of her house. Her ears perked up, being followed by her head, the monkey still in her mouth as she slowly rose to her paws. She nudged her pink nose through the curtains, pulling herself upwards to stand up on the window sill.

“Oh my god! Look at the dog! Hi!!” a voice said, she didn’t know who said it, but she was already wagging her tail, whining happily at the attention. The sound was enough for Beatrice to walk out of the kitchen, seeing the silhouettes on the outside, quickly marching over to where Jolene was, mentally preparing herself before opening the door.

Shells came right behind her picking Jolene up with a quiet ‘oof!’, holding her away enough for the door to be unlocked. Beatrice stood with her hand clenched on the door handle, squeezing her eyes shut ‘you can do it,Beatrice. Open the door.’ she repeated in her mind. Then she opened the door, face to chest because God sure is humorous with her isn't He, with Rooster. She blinked, gulping quietly, then turned her head upwards to meet his sunglasses, “Hey.”

“Hey.” he replied, removing his shades to slip them inside his tank top. She stepped aside once the shock passed, allowing him and the rest of his team to wander inside. Jesus, her house was way too small for so much muscle power, “Shells, you are here too?”

“I’m just here for mental support.” she chuckles, having a hard time keeping Jolene still, “Okay, okay, fine, you go.”

The pitbull straggled to her feet, her hind legs slipping with excitement as she greeted every single one of the officers by sniffing their shoes, butt and tail wagging excitedly to the new friends that just got in, running to pick up her little monkey toy to show them, “Oh my god, you are so cute!”

Shells and Bea could only watch the usually tough officers suddenly melt into goopy puddles of joy, their voices high as they pet the dog. Jolene however ran to each one, ending up showing her toy to them all, finalizing with Rooster.Standing on her hind legs so he too would show her attention. Which he did, crouching to the floor and cupping the giant puppy’s head, flopping her ears playfully while complimenting her toy as if it was the most important thing in this room.

Bea’s chest clenched, her cheeks flushed “oh no.” she thought, “oh no, he likes dogs too?? I’m doomed.” Shells not so subtle jab to the ribs snapped Bea out of her thoughts, giving the brunette a knowing smirk, then nodding in the direction of the backyard, “Right! Okay, Jolene, down!” The dog ran away from Rooster’s arms to settle herself onto the couch, chewing her monkey toy happily.

Bea cleared her throat, “Well, hi guys.” mixed voices replied back, “Um…follow me. It’s right here.” she turned on her heel to the sliding glass door, opening them up all the way so Rooster and the others could see it.

The sandy haire pilot whistled low, placing his hands on his hips, “Yeah there was no way you girls could do it alone.”

“It’s really big,” Payback added, standing beside the other officer before running his fingers on the surface. Below the armoire was a bunch of newspapers and ripped magazine pages, dripped with dark mahogany varnish, “You painted this?”

“Yeah, two coats of varnish. Sanded it too.” she added, tucking the hair that slipped the bun behind her ear “I got it from an online store selling vintage furniture.”

Rooster walked around the armoire, the top of his hair peeking from behind it. The armoire tipped backwards just enough to be put back on the same spot, “Whew, yeah, this will need three of us at least.” he walked back to the front, looking back at the two other guys who stepped out in her tiny backyard, tilting his head when he noticed Bea practically squeezing herself behind Jake, “Hangman.”

“What?” Rooster nodded his head to Bea, who blinked in surprise, “Oh, sorry sweetheart, didn’t see you there.” Hangman however winks, giving her a brilliant smile “I know you want the best view, I don’t mind showing it to you.”

“Um…I…”

“He’s all bark and no bite, Bea. Don’t worry about it,” Rooster’s voice came quickly, being followed by a grunt, “Okay, me, Fanboy ,Hangman and Payback will carry it up the stairs. I think we all fit there.”

Bea nods, stepping back inside to see Shells already holding Jolene still again. She couldn’t hear what he was telling them once she got inside the living room, but it sounded…dangerously attractive. Phoenix and Bob were on either sides of the door, waiting until four distinct grunts were heard from the outside, the sunlight being blocked by her armoire.

She stepped back, giving them enough space to pass. They looked…way more relaxed than she expected, while they were being careful, it didn’t seem the armoire weighed so much for them. Once they reached the stairs, she couldn’t help herself “Please be careful!”

“aw sweetheart, I’ll make sure you kiss my bruises later, what do you say?” Hangman was on the fifth step alongside Payback, while Rooster and Fanboy held the opposite side. She blushed deep red and he laughed even more, his chuckling being cut short when Rooster pushed the armoire up a bit more “I’m going! I’m going!”

She watched the four of them climb up, trying very hard to not look at how nice Rooster’s ass looked when he went up the stairs. She slowly went up once they disappeared on the top of the loft area. The space for the armoire was quite obvious since she only had her bed in the center of the area, some boxes on the corner and her bathroom right on her bed’s left side.

They talked amongst each other, Rooster questioning the direction where they should put it and she pointed to the space they were currently standing at, so they quickly set the armoire down. Her lips parted in wonder, watching her oak 1965 armoire stand in it’s full glory where she planned it to, a soft gasp leaving her lips.

Rooster leaned his elbow on the armoire, “What I said? Best moving business you’d ever get.” cue to Hangman flexing his arms for emphasis, smiling at her yet again. She dipped her head with a small smile, nearing the armoire to press her hand to it, “Is there anything else you want us to do?”

She blinked,”Huh?Oh! No no! You guys don’t have to! Really,” but Payback looked behind himself to see the shelves neatly stacked to the wall with the baggie of screws and toolbox next to it, “Oh, no, no that’s okay, I’ll do that later–”

“We are here already.” Rooster smiled, giving her a shrug, “We can help.”

She hoped her heart eyes weren’t obvious, but she nodded her head, whispering a gentle ‘okay’ with a smile.

–

What would’ve taken her weeks, they did in a matter of hours. Her sleek brown shelves stood beautifully on the corner of her room and in the living room, Bob made sure they’d stay straight there alongside Payback. Phoenix joined the boys later, when Hangman denied needing help building her computer desk. Meanwhile, Rooster carried her box of books down the stairs - her two fully stacked boxes mind you - once she told him what it was. They opened the boxes and Rooster arched his eyebrows at the book that hit him first “ You like Dune?”

She blinked, looking inside to see the premium collection she got months before the movie launched, “Yeah,” she licked her lips, picking her copy from the box, “Do you?”

“I never really even saw the movie.” he chuckles, “Is it any good?”

“Oh the new movie? It’s great, probably the best adaptation of Dune I’ve seen. I know they tried to be as loyal to the book as they could.” She held the set up to place it in the middle of the shelf, the gold illustrations shining against the black of the books’ thick spines. “Of course there are things you can’t add, but they made references and it was good enough for me.”

Rooster continued rummaging through the box, holding up the books for her to place however she wanted while asking questions about them. Bram Stoker’s Dracula, Frankenstein, Lord of the Rings, comic books…she had a bit of everything. It was when giving her another book that he noticed the tattoos on the arm grabbing the books from him.

He could see a tiny heart close to the inside of her elbow, a little snake near her wrist, the quote ‘In a hole in the ground lived a hobbit…’ on the underside of her lower arm, with the tiny version of what he assumed to be a Hobbit house right next to it. He watched Lord of the Rings, he could identify that. He knew she had more, but the shirt she wore hid most of her upper arms for him to see anything else.

Rooster’s eyes met hers, seeing a confused look on her face as she tried to curl her arm close, “I was just checking your tattoos.”

“Oh.” she looked down at her arm, trying to not focus on how fat it was, turning it to herself but smiling at him for a short while before moving it forward again to grab the next book, “Sorry, I’m not used to people looking at my...arms” she bit her lower lip “You got any?”

“No. Want to though.” he grabbed three more books, handing them over to her so his hand was free “Never know what to get. There’s so many options, I can’t choose. But for the place…” she hums, flitting her gaze quickly to his bicep once he lifts his arm up to roll his sleeve up to his shoulder, rubbing the golden skin with his fingertips, “Maybe here?”

She almost choked on her spit when the muscle flexed ‘Um…um, the arm is nice! I-It has a lot of space.” Jesus Christ his bicep was huge. Bea blinked hard, moving her gaze away to focus on arranging her books “You can do something big there.” really big.

“Like?”

“Hm?”

He shrugs, smiling at her, “Like what? What’s your suggestion?” he nods to her tattooed arms, “You have more experience than I do.”

Beatrice slowed her movements, the Carrie book almost slipping out of her fingers as she translated his words “Oh!” she cleared her throat, “Um…I dunno? It could be something meaningful first? Like…I don’t know, something to do with the Navy. Or something you really like. I don’t know the options are endless. It’s all up to you.”

Rooster’s eyes somber for a second, his gaze leaving hers before returning with a bit of a strained smile, “Right,” oh no, what did she do? “I’ll think about it.”

“O-Okay.” she frowned to herself, chastising herself for whatever was it she said that bothered him. They continued filling the shelf in silence, once they were finished she took her phone out of her pocket “Oh! Um…” she bit her lower lip, looking up at him, “You hungry? I mean– you guys hungry?”

“Why? Is it noon?”

“It’s almost two in the afternoon.”

“Oh shit.” he ran his hand through his hair “Didn’t even notice how time flew by.”

She chewed her lower lip harder, tapping her fingernails against her Michelangelo phone case, “I um… I prepared some things… in case you guys got hungry.” she walks past him to the kitchen, opening the fridge to grab the snacks she prepared earlier. Setting them all on the counter, including the vegan ones, she jumped to see Rooster standing right next to her, with his eyes wide.

“You made all this?”

“...I…yeah?” Was it too much? God it was too much wasn’t it? He’d be freaked out and just think why the hell would she do that to them when they weren’t even—

“Oooohhh, snacks!” it was Phoenix’s voice that broke her turmoil, stepping between the two to grab a sandwich herself, humming happily when she bit into it, “Oh this is good! Is that lemonade?” Beatrice nods, opening her cabinets to grab a glass so Phoenix could fill it herself “I wouldn’t wait too long, Roos.” she jabs him on the ribs playfully, “It’s delicious.”

In a matter of seconds, whoever wasn’t in the kitchen suddenly showed up. She didn’t have a table, yet, so they all helped her take the food to the living room, setting on the round coffee table. It was a tight fit, but it worked. Beatrice couldn’t help but smile shyly at the compliments thrown her way, nor the way everyone seemed to enjoy her quick cooking. Rooster especially was on his third sandwich already, sitting on the edge of the couch while Shells was on the other end.

Shells, who once she saw her friend standing up like a tree, offered her seat to her while she slid to the floor herself. Bea hesitated, but sat down, tucking one of her legs under herself before grabbing a glass of lemonade. She didn’t say much, choosing to listen to the officers chat amongst themselves. Something about Hangman almost losing a finger as he tried to nudge pieces of her table together, much to the blonde officer’s annoyance.

They ate everything. Nothing a crumb was left. and at the right time too, since it was getting closer and closer to the sunset. They helped her set the things on the sink, to which she said she’d wash it and to not to worry, before walking them to the door.

Jolene licked them all goodbye, not only did she get new friends the new friends also fed her scraps of their food! Sitting cutely on the couch as Beatrice led them to the door, “Thank you guys again for helping me.” she smiled, keeping the door open for them.

“Not a worry, if you need anything else you can give us a call,” Payback said, being the first one out, giving her a goodbye, being followed by Fanboy and Bob. Phoenix however stood in the doorway, holding Hangman and Rooster back as she pulled out her phone.

“You got instagram?” Bea nodded, “Cool, I’m going to follow you, is that okay?”

“Yeah! Sure, it’s um, it’s bumblebea, no capital letters.” she heard the notification ping coming from her phone from her back pocket. She waved Phoenix goodbye, dipping her head when Hangman winked at her again,wiggling his own phone in her direction before she heard another ping.

Once Rooster was on the doorway, she parted her lips, “Thank you.” he looked down at her, “For…for helping me.”

He gives her a small grin, pulling his sunglasses out of his tank top, “It wasn’t a problem. You can call if you need any more help and if we are around, okay?” she nods with a shy smile, her cheeks turning red before he slips on his sunglasses, “See you at the bar?”

“...sure. See you. Bye.”

“Bye.”

She holds onto the door with her eyes following him once he reaches the bronco, Bob and Phoenix sitting inside already while Hangman had Payback and Fanboy in his car. She rolls her lower lip into her mouth when Rooster adjusts himself on the seat, one of his hands on the steering wheel already. He looks up back at her, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk, two of his fingers around the wheel loosen up so he could give her a partial wave. One she reciprocated quickly.

After that the cars left her driveway, one after the other. She slid the door shut, trying to bite back a smile until a figure stood to her side, so she tilted her head to see a very smug Shells…who pulled her own sleeve up, exposing her bicep, “Should I get it…here?” she made a weird face by squinting her eyes and biting her lower lip, “Damn, Bea, do you wanna feel my muscles? My big muscles? I’m so stroooongg.”

Beatrice laughed, pushing her friend’s chest when she figured out who she was playing, “Shut up and help me with the dishes.”

“Oh fine,” she sighs playfully, “If I must.”

“You must.” Shells walks past her to the kitchen, Bea following before stopping when she heard another ping from her phone. She pulled it out, pressing the power button to see the notifications. Her cheeks warmed up again.

b.bradshaw started following you.

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sector-i-closed · 1 year

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Cupid

Yandere cupid!Yeosang

Warning: manipulation and angst

You cried yourself to sleep again tonight after being rejected by someone that you had thought loved you deeply. Apparently the signs were ill perceived and nothing was what it had seemed.

Little did you know that standing outside of your window was the reason why no one ever stayed. The god of love himself who found you too perfect to be had by mortal humans. Ever since Yeosang laid eyes upon you when you were a child he felt that he needed to protect you from falling in love.

And it was something about your innocence while playing in the playground made him fall in love with you and want you for himself one day when you were older.

Now you were an adult crying into your pillow. Having watched all of your friends fall in love with each other and you were the one yet to experience what it was like. Unaware of Yeosang using his surplus of the love arrows on your friends while using the leaded arrows to drive away all of your potential love interests.

The way that you sobbed so bitterly wrung the pain deep into Yeosang's heart like a piercing arrow. He knew what he needed to do to end your pain but it would go against the rules of the gods to do what he wanted to do.

But he would do it anyway because you belonged to him and him alone. Your form had subsided from shaking with the painful sobs and the movements were replaced by a slow, steady flow of breaths.

Yeosang was nervous, what if he missed your heart? He would have to make sure that he didn't miss your heart.

He sighed softly and opened the window, stepping inside of your room with his bow in hand while the quiver of his arrows slung across his shoulder upset a vase filled with roses and sent it shattering onto the floor.

"Fuck!" Yeosang cursed and paused in his tracks as you suddenly jumped up in a whirlwind of panic.

"Who's there!? Help!!!" You screamed out when you saw the attractive male standing in the moonlight with a weapon that was clear to be seen.

Yeosang took the opportunity to mount an arrow on his bow, releasing it immediately and nearly missing your heart when you tried to jump to your feet and run.

Instead you slumped back, everything going black for you. Yeosang walked up to you and sat down beside you, covering you with a blanket carefully.

He lowered himself near your ear and whispered in a deep voice. "You'll be mine when you wake up, my beautiful rose bud~"

~~~~~~

The following morning you awoke to the sun's rays filtering through the window and shining on your face. You had no recollection of the night before and there was someone strange in bed with you.

At first fear flooded your senses as you looked at the unworldly male lying beside you. Then a wave of adoration and love filled you as you thought to yourself. 'This is him'

Without much thought you leaned in and kissed his angelic face. You didn't know who he was but you knew he was the one for you. Yeosang awoke with a blush.

He was surprised to see you gazing down at him with so much love in your eyes that he was becoming overwhelmed with emotions and briefly questioned if he was still breathing.

"I love youuuu~" You singsong and kiss his cheek.

"Y/N you've finally woke up~" He smiled brightly, the cost of going against the gods rules would be more than worth it now that he made you love him and that you would always be his.

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tomansluts · 2 years

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A/N: We're a little over a week in and it's time for us to spend some time with Hakkai. He's got a lot of love to give us. 🥰

Character: Hakkai Shiba (x fem!Reader)

Warnings: smut, cunnilingus, 18+ content, pwp, x fem!Reader, offensive language (swearing), fingering, dirty talk, pet names (good girl, sweetheart, my love), minors dni

Word Count: 1.1k

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The morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, shining right into his eyes as Hakkai had tried to stay asleep. He squeezed them together tighter before finally giving in and turning to the side. You had still been asleep, probably would be for a few more hours. Always the late riser of the two of you. Strong arms wrapped around you, squeezing a little as you just barely opened your eyes. “Hakkai?” You rolled toward him and cupped his cheek, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. “Good morning, my love.”

He hummed at you and grinned against your lips, speaking softly. “Good morning. I can’t believe you woke up so willingly today.” Hakkai laughed soulfully and moved his hands to your lower back. “Someone’s in a very good mood, aren’t you?”

You nodded and rubbed your nose against his, feeling the cool touch of his hands on your warm back. You shivered and watched him as he chuckled at you. “I’m in a very good mood. I got to spend the night with you after all.”

Hakkai shook his head at you gently, laughing a little harder. “You get to spend every night with me you fool. We live together.” He placed his hand under your chin and tilted your head up for him, pressing his lips to yours again, with more passion and vigor this time.

You weren’t sure what had suddenly gotten into him, but you wouldn’t say that you were unhappy about it. You placed your hands on his waist and pulled yourself toward him, grinding your body against his. A sudden groan followed by a snicker made you stop what you were doing, recognizing it anywhere. That was the same sound Hakkai made every time he was in the mood.

His large hands grabbed onto your arms, pushing you down onto the mattress as his body hovered over yours. His hands wandered every part of you as he massaged and groaned lustfully. “Such a pretty girl for me. Look at you just needing me so bad.”

Your hips pushed up toward him as he took a handful of your breast, the thin fabric covering them stopping none of the pleasure as he pressed his lips to your chest. “S-so bad, just want you, Hakkai.”

“You want me, huh?” Hakkai’s body moved down your legs, kissing a trail down your abdomen and stopping just above the waistband of your panties. “If you want me so bad how about you let me get a little taste of you?”

His fingers twisted into the band, pulling them down as your ass lifted instinctively for him. “Yes, yes. Please. Wanna feel good. Please, make me feel good.”

Hakkai could never resist you when you talked like that to him. When you told him everything that you wanted him to do to you, whined so pretty for him. It made him feel like he was the only person in the world. Like he was the only person that knew your body. And he was always happy to oblige. “Your wish is your command, my queen.” His hands trailed down your sides and legs, running over them to touch your inner thigh.

As he moved farther down your body and placed himself between your legs he was salivating. The sight of your slick glistening for him made him groan and drool. “Such a pretty fucking sight.” He gripped your thighs tightly as he leaned down, knowing that the second that his tongue hit you you would be squeezing around him.

His tongue licked a stripe up your slit, your legs quivering instantly. The feel of them attempting to close made him work even harder, his tongue now darting into your core. It was like heaven, you balled the bedsheet up in your fist and whipped your head back into the pillows, a loud cry echoing through the room. “F-Fuck, Hakkai. Feels so god damned good.”

He hummed against your core, his finger replacing where his tongue had just been as he pistoned them in and out of your sopping cunt, his tongue flicking against your tender bud relentlessly. Your hand moved to his hair, pulling it gently as he continued his onslaught, your fingers lacing perfectly into it. Hakkai peeked up at you with half-lidded eyes, pussy drunk as he cooed at you. “Just like god damned candy, darling. So fucking delicious.”

The warmth in your abdomen began to grow, swirling around at a quick pace as you felt your orgasm building. Your walls pulsated on his fingers, making it harder for him to fuck them in and out of you, but Hakkai wanted that release, wanted to taste your sweetness all for himself again.

Hakkai knew that you were about to come undone, licking his lips as a growl ripped through his chest. “If you want to cum you better beg me.”

The way the words rolled off his tongue with such a darkness made your head spin, begging and pleading now falling from you like a waterfall. “P-please, Hakkai. Can I cum?! Need it to bad. S’too much. I can’t take it.” You tried so hard to hold onto yourself, knowing that you couldn’t cross him, not unless you wanted to be absolutely tortured. Hakkai was one that wasn’t afraid to bring you to the edge over and over without any release if you were naughty.

He took a deep breath and nipped at your inner thigh before pulling his fingers from your core and replacing them with his tongue. “Go on then. Be a good girl and do it. Show me.” His thumb caressed your clit, his tongue ready to taste everything that you gave him.

Your cunt clenched around his tongue, letting everything out as your thighs clamped down around his head. His name and praises echoed in the room as euphoria filled every part of you.

Hakkai slowed sat up, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand before crawling over your body. The look on his face was devious as he smirked down upon you. “That’s my sweet girl… now it’s time for the next part of your trip. Gonna make sure you’re good and destressed before you have to go anywhere today.” He ground his hips against yours, whispering in your ear. “My cock is the perfect stress reliever for such a good girl.”

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